#ugh time zones and distance are stupid

[holdmecloserlesbian]

Breaking news: I'm stupid and gay and I miss my girlfriend

[sour-leminies]

Rebellious

Paring: James Hook x F!RoyalReader

Summary: Parents suck. That was something you had come to learn. You hated their expectations of you. You hated about how they controlled every aspect of your life. The only thing that they didn’t see coming nor you — was a pirate with an offer.

Warnings: Intense kissing. Drinking, cussing and even mentions of smoking.

Taglist: @unhealthy-obessions @4ng3l-ch1ld @herondale-lightworm @astrynyx @snixx2088 Just ask to be added!

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I really, and I mean really hate today. I’ve gotten yelled at already from my parents for not wearing my tie, not a single kid in this school wears a uniform, but my parents still decided it was the biggest thing in the world. I was late to class, simply because people couldn’t walk faster in the halls. And now I was listening to this kid go on and on about himself.

For an assignment we paired up, teacher choice, and now while I did the work I had to listen to this boast about his castle. To be honest I wasn’t really listening, only zoning back in for a sentence or two before zoning back out.

My parents are visiting today, and that was all I could focus on. They showed up out of the blue as I was about to head to class. It’s not like them to show up at random – they always try to put distance between us ever since they declared I was a disappointment. Something I was grateful for.

At first being called a disgrace from my mother hurt, and being called a sorry excuse of a princess from my father burned. Now though hearing that from them made me happy, because I wanted to be nothing like them.

Then why was I still trying so hard to be perfect?

The loud laughs of kids snapped me back to reality and away from my thoughts. “Ugh, James Hook and his stupid crew.” My partner had said, clearly annoyed they were laughing and talking over him.

James Hook, a ruthless cut throat pirate who took rules and shoved them up people's asses. A man who did what he wanted, and didn’t give a damn about the consequences. He was everything I wanted to be.

“Excuse me?!” I looked to my partner – my eyes widening at the sound of him calling out to the loud group of pirates. “Can you shut up?” My jaw dropped at him, not only was he going to get himself in trouble he didn’t want, he was going to get me in it too.

“He didn’t mean that!” I said to the pirates who started to make their way over to our table. “He’s clearly not gotten enough sleep, and he’s very sorry.” Where was the teacher? I didn’t see her step out of the class, but she wasn’t at her desk or in the room.

The boy beside me went to speak again, but I stomped on his foot, drawing his attention while he whined about his ‘pretty toes.’

“You know this man, Lass?” My breath got caught in my throat at the sound of Captain Hook’s voice. I had heard him before, obviously I had, but this was the first time he talked to me. The first time he looked at me for so long.

I shook my head, my heart pounding as he got closer to me, walking around the table. “You can speak.” I knew that, but every time I tried my mouth got too dry for me to even say a word. Say the wrong word and who knows he may make me walk the plank and drown.

I nodded again, I couldn’t hear or see anyone else besides James Hook. I never even fully met him and he had already had a hold on me, a hold I desperately wanted back. “What’s your name?”

A sharp feeling on the bottom of my chin caused me to look up at the captain, while he used his hook to ensure I didn’t look away. His brown eyes remind me of a puppy, but the glint in them reminded me of a lion. Ready to snap. His eyeliner enhanced and deepened the color, a thought crossed my mind. One I immediately snapped out of my head.

Who knew men in eyeliner were so handsome.

“Y/N.” My answer was short, and direct. What I had wanted this interaction to be, but nothing was ever that simple was it?

“Hm.” He removed his hook, letting me let out a sigh of relief. “Take your things, and go work at my table while I have a little chat with your friend.”

Don’t listen to a pirate. My mother’s voice echoed in my head, and I finally didn’t give enough of a damn to listen.

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I opened my dorm door, seeing my parents snooping through my things, making me sigh out. Today had been stressful enough. Hook never went back to his table, nor did the rest of his crew, but they had taken my partner out of the class and he didn’t come back at all.

“What are you two doing here?” I was tired of this, them. Wanting parents who will never want me back. Trying so hard, and getting nothing in return. Caring for them, when they didn’t give a shit about me.

“Always so quick to jump, Y/N. I didn’t raise you to be that.” You didn’t raise me at all. I wanted to scream that to them. That the daughter they were so disappointed in, was because they couldn’t raise her. Some people weren’t meant to be parents – and I had really wished they had enough self awareness before having me.

“What do you want mom?”

She released an annoyed sigh, while my father reached into his shirt before pulling out a scroll. “You're getting engaged.”

Time stopped. I couldn’t hear anything besides my heart thumping in my ears. What? I looked to my mom, seeing nothing there. This wasn’t my mother. I looked to my father – seeing nothing but boredom. As if coming to tell his daughter they are selling her away was nothing but a daily task. This wasn’t my father. These weren’t my parents, because I never had any.

“No.” My voice was raw, and rigged, like I was an animal in a cage waiting to bite. My mothers jaw set, before she grabbed the scroll from my father and threw it to me.

I caught it, and opened it briefly. “You will be married to king Midas son. You will sign this contract.” I threw it to the side before snapping my gaze back to the people in front of me. “I said no. Get over it! I’m not your little fucking pet fish you sell off to when you get tired of feeding it.”

“You insolent–”

“I’m not done!” I cut my father off. “You don’t like me? Too bad, you had me. I’m not marrying anyone. You want to cut me off, go ahead.” They think I’m some rebellious teenager, then that’s who I’ll be.

They sent ferocious glares my way and I knew that mean look in my fathers eye. He never once hit me, but he would hit maids, or anyone who annoyed him. He took a step closer to me, and I felt panic start to spread.

“You heard the lady.”

I looked to my right as James Hook walked in front of me, in between me and my father. “I think it’s best if you leave.” Was he mad? That was a king. And he didn’t care.

My father and James started – or more accurately glared at each other before my father, brushed past us and walked out through the wide open door.

I looked back to my mother, who was looking between us. Disgust in her eyes. “You have four months to sign that contract, or else–”

“Leave.” Hook cut her off, and made a point to grab the sword hilt that was attached to his hip. She shook her head before also storming out, slamming the door.

I looked back to James who started at me, eyes full of wonder, interest, and mischief. “You didn’t have to do that.” I felt my eyes water, this whole thing draining me. I didn’t do anything wrong, and yet I’m always punished.

A tear dropped down my cheek but was quickly wiped away by a warm, and rough hand. “Don’t cry. You were so strong.” He stepped closer to me, his voice surprisingly in a low, deep and soft whisper. “Don’t give them the satisfaction of breaking you.”

I looked down to the floor where I had thrown the stupid scroll, “They hate me.” And I didn’t even know why.

“So make them hate you even more.” I looked back to the pirate, confusion all across my face. “It’s a lot easier to get someone to hate you than love you.” Yet I had a strong feeling that it was easy for James Hook to get people to love him.

He gave my head a pat before making his way out of my room, before I even had a chance to ask what he was doing in my room in the first place.

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I took a seat on the outskirts of the campus, the image of a certain contract stuck in my head. I didn’t burn it, I couldn't, I was too afraid. Yesterday was suppose to be my push, but fuck it seemed like I need a bigger one. How much bigger could you get?

I had basically told my parents to go f themselves. Now I don't know what to do, I’m at a loss. I grabbed one of the over salted fries and stuck it in my mouth. Food was my comfort, and I loved salt but even I knew these were way too salty.

“Hello Lassie!” I looked over my shoulder to see a pirate dressed in red making his way over to me. What was he doing over here? He was a popular if not the most popular guy in school, Hades would be his only contest in bad boy charm.

“Hook.” He leaned down, plucking a fry off my plate before pulling me up as well. “Mmm, those are perfectly salted. Okay now I know he’s crazy.

“I have an idea for you.” Before I could even question him, or say ‘any idea of yours is mad’ his voice started to pick up.

He moved me away from where my food was now being eaten by ants and more over to the flower filled field.

“I know what you want from me, I know what you want from me.”

He bent down, picking a deep red rose.

“So if you wanna piss off your parents, date me to scare them. Show them you're all grown up.”

He handed me the rose, and twirled me around.

“If long hair, and tattoos are what attract you. Baby you’re in luck.”

He grabbed me and gave me a slight twirl.

“And I know it’s just a phase. You’re not in love with me.”

Setting me back on the ground, he lowered his voice, letting it fade out.

“You wanna piss off your parents, baby piss off your parents. That’s alright with me.”

“You're actually mad.” I scoffed at him, but couldn’t help the slit tilt of my lips. “I prefer bloody genius.” I lightly shook my head before handing him back his rose that smelled devine. “Thanks for your help with my parents yesterday. But it’s my problem not yours.” Just because I’m a princess doesn't mean I need someone to be my knight in shining armor.

“And I’m offering you a solution, love.” He tilted the rose back to be, encouraging me to take it, and his idea. “What's the worst that can happen? You’ll fall in love?”

I grabbed the rose, only because I knew he couldn’t take care of it. “Sorry pirate, I’d never love you.”

“Sounds like my cup of tea.”

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I pushed the pillow further on my head at the constant knocking of the door. I was silently pleading for my roommate, Belle, to get the door. However as I looked up and over to her bed, I noticed her absent presence.

The knocking started up again, causing me to scream out into my pillow in frustration. It was a weekend, a very rare, and free weekend where I could relax. Slugging myself out the bed, I muttered every curse word I knew before yanking my door open.

“Hello, love, good day to hit the woods no?” I rested my head on my door, slightly whining. “What do you want, Hook?”

“How about a smile.” Oh my god he’s actually a dick. “I want you to get change, wear black – or red –” He smirked at that before continuing his list of demands. “Then you're going to come with me, and I’m going to show you what fun actually looks like.”

“That’s all?” My eyes felt swollen shut from dreariness. “That's all, now chop chop, off ya go.” I hate pirates.

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Correction, I hate James Hook.

He took me to a party. Though he was such a gentleman about it, I’ll have to say. Located in the black forest, where it always looked night – he made sure to help me walk. That was the only redeeming quality about this party.

People were doing all sorts of things, from dancing, to drinking, to making out, etc. Definitely a villain kind of party. “Hook, I don't think this is my scene.” I rubbed my arms nervously, I felt like a needle in a haystack.

“No, this isn’t your parents' scene. I promise once you calm down you’ll have fun. Trust me.” Everyone was taught not to trust a pirate, but I couldn’t help but do so.

He reacted to his jacket before pulling out a flask, “here, don’t drink anything besides what I give you.” I nodded, engraving his words to my brain to not forget them. I twisted off the cap, taking a sip and immediately feeling the burn going down my throat causing me to cough. “The hell is that?”

I never had liquor before, but that tasted like acid with a twinge of something else.”Rum, the best.” I couldn’t help the laugh leaving me – finally letting out a sigh, and my discomfort. “You stupid pirate.”

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I think I’m drunk. I’m not sure, but I can’t really see or more accurately focus.

“Alright lass time to get you home.” I looked over to where the voice came from, my eyes finally focusing on a very handsome man. “Hiii.” I gushed, my cheeks red. This man had a very attractive laugh, I thought as he laughed in my ear while bending down – picking me up.

“I’m a princess!” I said, loudly, as we walked out this stupid sea carcass thing. Why would they hang out in a dead sea fish? Not very sanitary. “Aye lass, a very pretty one.” This handsome man thinks I’m pretty.

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Over the next three months Hook and I continued to “date”. It was surprising how easy it was to hang out with his friends. I had expected Hades to burn me alive or something with one of his cigarettes, but everyone – even the sea witch Uliana was pretty welcoming.

After I woke up the next morning from that first party Hook took me too. I had decided I hated drinking, and would not be doing it again. Something James laughed at. Tonight the vk’s were throwing some kind of party, I don’t know why – but I had opted out.

Usually James and I would spend late nights together, if not at my dorm than at his. We would lay on the bed, and it was weird – because our dating was supposed to be fake and to piss off my parents, but even when no one was around he’d hold my hand. Or we would cuddle, even though our roommates were out. He’d kiss my hand at random times – hug me at others and it all felt real.

We had felt real and I had realized I was falling for him. Hard.

A knock at the door pulled my attention from the fire crackling in my fireplace and to the dark oak door. Belle was having a date with her beast, but even then she had a key to get in.

Standing I opened the door, prepared to laugh at Belle for being forgetful but instead I was met with a Handsome pirate that I had actually wanted to call mine. “James.” He ditched his coat, and had his sleeves rolled up. Exposing his forearms, where his veins were showing. He had ditched his hook and replaced it with a guitar.

“Mind if I come in?”

No, not at all. Instead of saying it though I just moved out the way and opened the door more. The captain walked past me and sat on my bed. I closed the door, before I too made my way to my bed.

This would be normal for us, him playing piano, or even guitar while I listened. Though he would never leave a party that he needed to be there for. I’m pretty sure it was something about it being a blood moon or something to do with the moon.

His finger danced across the strings, and his deep rich voice started to fill the silence while the orange of the fire highlighted his skin.

“I met you in the dark. You lit me up. You made me feel as though I was enough.”

My breath hitched at the sound of his voice. I could feel my heart in my ears, but it was in the best way possible.

“We danced the night away, we drank too much.”

I didn’t know who he was singing about, but at the same time everything he said felt so familiar.

“I held your hair back when you were throwing up.”

He finally looked back up at me, his eyes achingly beautiful. In this moment I knew I had loved him. I loved him more than the world can even express itself.

James Hook POV

“Then you smiled over your shoulder. For a minute I was stone cold sober.”

The night I knew I fell in love with her played through my head and out into the song. The first night I took her to a party and she got black out drunk.

“I pulled you closer to my chest, and you asked me to stay over. I had already told ya; I think you should get some rest.”

This woman has made me question every single moral, this woman has made me question who I am. Was I still a ruthless villain – yes, just not to her. I couldn’t be.

Y/N L/N was the definition of my saving grace, and I loved her like I breathed. Naturally, effortlessly, and most of all needing.

“I’m so in love with you, and I hope you know.”

God I couldn’t wait another moment. I needed her to know that I truly love her, that she made this darkened heart beat.

“Darling, your love is more than its weight in gold.”

When the final strings of my guitar played out, I was ready to pour my heart out to her. Ready to tell her how she taught me how to love. How love wasn’t enough to describe how I felt about her.

But this damn woman beat me to it.

Normal POV

“I love you.” I said the second he stopped playing. Fear struck my heart, he might not love me back – but I’ll be damned if he doesn't know how much I care for him. “I know I told you that I could never love a pirate, but the truth is you have stolen my heart and I don’t want it back. I know you might not feel–”

My words fell, and his lips absorbed them. I didn’t know when he threw down the guitar, but he was kissing me.

His lips were soft, gentle, and his kiss was full of love.

“I’d go to the end of the earth for you. I love you so much, and don’t you for a damn second consider that I don’t.” I smiled at him. I was happy – finally so happy. Tears laced my eyes, and I let them fall, because James Hook didn’t only want my strength, he wanted my weakness as well. He wanted all of me. Just as I wanted all of him.

I pulled his face back to mine, kissing him desperately. This one was rougher, sexier. Full of things I didn’t even know but wanted to explore with him.

His hand pushed through my hair, as he slightly gripped it and tugged. Causing me to gasp. He took that as an invitation, his tongue brushing against mine. He pushed himself forward, pushing me back onto the bed, using his other hand to keep him from crushing me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, sighing out as he kissed down my neck. Everything in this moment felt right. It was cut short by the sound of the door opening, and the sound of Belle screaming out sorries.

James let out a groan of pure annoyance, while I laughed – giving him a peck. His gaze softened, and he hugged me. Letting him fall into me caused me to release a groan while he laughed.

Belle had run back out the door, and so I pulled him up off me and led him over to the fireplace. I opened a box placed on top of it, and grabbed a scroll out of it.

“This is a marriage contract that, if I signed, would marry me to King Midas' son, and grant me royal immunity.”

James swallowed thickly, fear laced in his eyes, and I swore his eyes glazed over with water.

“Burn it.”

The fear was replaced with confusion as he looked at me lost. “What?” He asked. I placed the scroll in his hand before pressing a kiss to his lips.

“The only man I’ll ever marry is a pirate that goes by Captain Hook and has a drinking problem.” He wasted no time in throwing the scroll into the hot flames before he picked me up and twirled me. “Marry you I shall.”

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A/N: I’m actually really proud of this one.

[xhanisai]

99% Cat, 1% Boy.

AO3

Pairing - Ladynoir (plus bonus Misternoire)

Prompt - Ugh, Cats.

Summary -

“Ladybug???”

As soon as she found him, bafflement was quick to plaster her face and she almost wanted to question all the higher deities in the universe because no way was this her fate. For fucking real!

"What the?? Again!? Chat Noir! Why!?" She stormed towards her silly partner, eyes narrowed at his (albeit, very nice) butt which was sticking out of a quaintly sized pipe along with his long legs. The rest of him was inside said pipe and the story immediately began to add up for the heroine.

~(x)~

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 "...My Lady??? A li-iiiiiiiiiiittle help here???" Moving a safe distance away from the rampaging (yet pretty harmless enough) Akuma of the day, Ladybug turned around, following the sounds of her distressed partner and hoped that he wasn’t caught in one of the villain’s many traps. From the few that she stumbled across and fell for herself, the heroine assumed they were a magician-based Akuma; she did not appreciate falling inside the hammerspace of a top hat nor getting chased by an army of white rabbits and the sooner they could wrap up this battle the better.

 (Not to mention that she and the girls were in the middle of ‘Operation Secret Garden’ - Phase #6543 when the Akuma attacked and she would have bet everything in the world that she would have landed a successful date with Adrien right there and then—)

 “Ladybug???” As soon as she found him, bafflement was quick to plaster her face and she almost wanted to question all the higher deities in the universe because no way was this her fate. For fucking real! "What the?? Again!? Chat Noir! Why!?" She stormed towards her silly partner, eyes narrowed at his (albeit, very nice) butt which was sticking out of a quaintly sized pipe along with his long legs. The rest of him was inside said pipe and the story immediately began to add up for the heroine. If she gained a euro every time he did something that warranted an eye roll from her, she’d be a billionaire by now. "I'm so sorry! But I had to go inside it! I could have found something! I swear! Believe me!" He wailed like a little child, legs kicking pathetically and tail whipping against the metallic surface of his enclosure. Again, how are they the same age!? "This is what happens when you zone out and use the cat brain instead of your human brain, you idiot!" Ladybug huffed tiredly but it was without any malice. After all, it's not his fault that wielding the mantle of destruction for so long ended up giving him some very, very interesting feline tendencies. And this was just one of the many. "Just purr-leeeease get me out?" He let out a pathetic mew at the end, slightly melting Ladybug's heart without realising it. He could be such a handful at times but at the end of the day, she loves her Chaton the way he is and she would never, ever change a thing about him. Cat tendencies and all. Oh well. Just another typical Lundi morning—

 “Ladybug!? It’s so dark and scary here please let me out!!!” Oh shit. Less time appreciating her partner with his butt sticking out of a pipe and more time getting him out or else he’ll end up drowning in a puddle of his own tears.

 “Yeah, yeah! I’m getting you out!”

 “—eEEEK!? NO HANDS ALLOWED ON THE GOODS UNTIL YOU’VE TAKEN ME OUT ON A DATE!”

 “On the wha— I did NOT touch your butt I was grabbing your THIGHS.”

 “Nu-uh!”

 “You know what? I’m leaving you here. Bye.”

 “NO WAIT I’M SORRY COME BACK! DON’T LEAVE ME HERE!!!”

 Ugh. 

 Cats.

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'Don't give in. Don’t give in. Don't give in to those stupidly cute, big, green eyes of his. Nope. Nope. NOPE. This is all on him. Stay strong and prove that you cannot be swayed by stupid, wet cat eyes!' Ladybug tried her best to ignore the giant kitten eyes that bored into her frame and the way the belt tail gently wrapped itself around her waist like a hug. 'I am not falling for this again! NAH!' "My Lady~?" 'Nuh-uh.' "Ma Buguinette~?" 'No-oooope.' "Magnifique belle~? My ice lolly fell on the floor...can I purr-lease have half of yours? Hmmm? Your Chaton is very, very, very sad~! Look at how pitiful he looks~!" 'Damn him!' Wordlessly, she finally met his stupidly cute gaze with a glower and handed him her entire ice lolly with a scoff, her heart totally not doing somersaults or fluttering with glee at his delighted mewl. She certainly, was not fighting off the urge to smile either when he greedily devoured the frozen treat like a severely famished kitten that hasn’t had a good meal in centuries.

 Nope.

 When he peered at her with those glittering greens and handed her the lolly (a perfect half remaining on the stick), blue raspberry-stained kissable lips smiling at her innocently, she absolutely did NOT feel her cheeks flare up with warmth. And this is why she hates cats.

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 “You can finish off the rest, Chaton. I’m already full.”

 “Are you sure? It’s really hot today and your face is all red, my Lady. It’ll help you cool down if you take a few more bites.”

 “I’m sure, I’m sure. Just have it.”

 “...It’s not because this counts as indirect kissing, right?”

 “Q-Q-QUOI!?”

 “Then again, you’ve already kissed me like a million times already and we share food all the time so I don’t think it’s cos of that—”

 “What do you mean a million times!? I’ve only kissed you like once or twice to break you out of Akuma spells!”

 “Le Dislocœur, Oblivio, that one Akuma whose name I can never remember, Monsieur. Pigeon last week, all those times our lips accidentally brushed and probably way more that I haven’t listed—”

 “Oh just shut up.”

 “Maybe you should shut me up with your lips~”

 “...”

 “...Ladybug?”

 “...”

 “My Lady?”

 “...”

 “NO, WAIT! I’M SORRY! DON’T HANG ME UPSIDE DOWN ON THE TOWER AGAIN PLEASE I BEG OF YOU I’M JUST YOUR PAUVRE CHATON! I’M SORRY FOR MESSING AROUND AGAIN I WON’T DO IT ANYMORE! I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU SAY I SWEAR— NOOoOOOoOOOoOOOOOooooo…”

 Once again, Ladybug wanted to emphasise that she hates cats.

 (But no, not really. Never. This one in particular often gets on her nerves but dammit whilst she’ll never, ever say this out loud, she loves him to absolute bits and sue her for enjoying their kisses too when the push comes to the shove during Akuma battles).

OMAKE

 “I will never, ever, ever be mean to you about this ever again. I’m so sorry, mon Chaton…I don’t know what came over me! One second I was fine and the next…it’s like all my intrusive thoughts took over!” Whilst Lady Noire was a pinch close to bursting into tears, kitten ears plastered against her dark hair, Misterbug (who was lying underneath her) blinked his eyes as if he was waking up from the best dream he’d ever had.

 The hero was covered in numerous bite marks and his lips were so red from all of that hot, hot kissing that it could have been mistaken for blood. He grinned like a lovesick idiot, hands on her hips and literal hearts bubbling in his eyes.

 “If you stop now, I’ll never forgive you.” Without wasting another second, he captured her downright adorable ‘mew’ with his lips and switched their positions so that he was now the one on top and really, really kissing her.

 Dieu, feline tendencies ROCK.

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[tulipe-rose]

Kazuha, sweetie, I'm not your biggest fan, but I'm going to be incredibly honest with you right now, and that's because I don't really understand what you're expecting from Heiji atp.

You're his self proclaimed, so called, 'older sister'. The first thing you do when you meet a friend of his, or a supposed girlfriend to be more accurate, is introduce yourself as his older sister. Whenever anyone claims that there's any romance between you guys, you refute it and call him your stupid little brother.

GIRL.

EVEN I STARTED TO GET MIXED SIGNALS AT ONE POINT. If not for the blushing we clearly see as the audience I would've been soldified in my belief that it's unrequited love for Heiji. Dramatic irony at it's finest.

Either way– WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM HIM?? You keep brother-zoning him to the point where only the Hattori Heji himself could be so stubborn to ignore this weird girl reverse psychology that would keep any other guy at a two meter distance.

Don't think you're any better, though, Heiji. If any third party who had never watched dcmk before had to give their opinion after looking at the overall confession bull crap you've been stalling these past three decades they'd think you're trying to impress Shinichi, not Kazuha. Won't blame them, I myself am pretty confused.

Who is this confession for???? KAZUHA.

THEN WHO TF IS SHINICHI TO THIS RELATIONSHIP AND WHY IS ONE UPPING HIM DETRIMENTAL TO Y'ALL?? WHY DOES HIS OPINION MATTER?? WHAT EVEN IS THE POINT OF THIS CONFESSION ANYMORE?? You're not even trying to think like ‘Oh, I'm doing this because Kazuha only deserves the best’ NO. IT'S ALL BIG BEN THIS KUDO THAT. I feel kinda bad for Kazuha.

Don't even get me started on how awkward it is to keep being so possessive over her when y'all aren't even an item (I'M LOOKING AT YOU TOO SHINICHI. GLARING REAL HARD HERE.). If she's seeing some other guy (which would never happen because of course she has fallen head over heals for you. Ugh- this is triggering my gag reflex.) then leave her be, because you either act like a chicken after being all bark and no bite or idk, grow a spine and fricking confess??? You can't go around calling her yours and then noping out of a confession. God my blood pressure keeps spiking because of these blockheaded teenagers I need to go take a few deep breaths.

I would like to know what they actually even talk about or bond over. From what I understood, Kazuha really likes the sound of his katana when he practices, which is high-key weird and makes me feel deaf cause how do you even hear that sort of stuff? And... What does Heiji like about her again? These guys need to explain what they like about their crushes more often. Or at least maybe ask themselves about it every once in a while, yk, just to make sure all of this stress is worth it. I will NOT be talking about Aoko and Kaito purely for the sake of my heart and blood pressure; they can only handle one dcmk couple at a time.

In conclusion, a man with an unresolved inferiority/superiority complex–because he somehow has both–so severe he cannot function without making it about his rival should not be looking for a relationship before seeing a therapist. Thank God his actual friendship with Shinichi isn't an eighth as bad as you'd think it should be; they're one of the most iconic duos ever, let's just keep their love lives outta the mix (Heiji is high-key supportive though, so there's that ig).

Edit: Came back after I realized I phrased my opinion on Heiji and Shinichi's friendship in a way that was easy to misinterpret. What I mean to say is that they're my favorite dcmk duo but I just can't stand how Heiji prioritizes one upping Shinichi rather than getting his feelings out there. I say Heiji ditches Kazuha as a love interest and forms a trio with Shinichi and Shiho. They'd be unstoppable homies that would do the unspeakable for each other.

[forever-rogue]

Hi!

This idea just wont leave my head : reader strongly dislikes physical touch from anyone but Steve and, being the idiot he is, steve is completely oblivious to it. When the rest of the group tells him he doesn't believe them so they make up some master plan to prove him wrong. Basically #idiotsinlove

If you feel like writing that, itd be awesome. Have a lovely day <3

AN | Idiots in love? Blind fools in love? I’m in love! 🥰

Warnings | Language, Mentions of Spice 

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.1k

Masterlist | Main

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“Are you ever going to ask her out?” Robin’s sudden appearance startled him as he stared off into the distance. If you hadn’t been paying you might have thought he was zoned out, but in reality he had been staring at you the entire time. He was beyond grateful that he’d remembered his sunglasses. He’d been so enthralled by you that he hadn’t even heard Robin open the passenger door. 

“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath, pointedly ignoring her question, “you could have tapped on the window first or something!”

“You could have been paying attention,” she threw her backpack in the back seat as he rolled his eyes at her behind the dark lenses of his Raybans, “don’t ignore my question, Steve!”

“Ask who out?”

“Don’t be so stupid,” she hit his arm as he started the car, casting you a last longing little glance before pulling away. Robin sweetly sang your name, and a dark flush of pink rose up in his cheeks, “you’re whipped for her. And she likes you too! So why not make a move?”

“She doesn’t - ugh, no. I didn’t think you could get so stupid,” he reached over and flicked her nose, causing her to grumble at him. The idea that you could like him even a fraction of how much he liked you was enough to cause his heart to constrict with nerves, “w-wait though…why do you think she likes me?”

“It’s not just me dingus,” she sat back and watched him closely, a little smirk on her face, “it’s all of us. I think it’s just you too that are blind. Like…idiots in love, basically. Besides, she has a huge tell.”

“Tell?”

“Yeah, how we know she likes you,” she was enjoying watching him squirm as he tried to keep his cool. She could tell he was spiraling inside, “she likes touching you-”

“Excuse me?” he turned to her and almost veered the car off the road, causing her to grumble loudly.

“Mind out of the gutter, Steve! Not like that,” she sighed when he pulled into the parking lot of Family Video. At least she wasn’t alone on her shift today; she had her best friend working with her. And she was going to make him confess his feelings if it was the last thing she did, “she…she’s not a physically affectionate person. You know…like Eddie - he’s always touching someone and he’s just more…openly affectionate I guess? But she’s like the exact opposite.”

“But she’s always hugged me or…”

“Exactly,” she nodded happily, “her tell! She won’t let any of us touch her but you. Only you. Are you putting two and two together?”

“I…” he turned the car off and gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were turning white, “I think you’re all seeing things where you want to. I mean, I wish it was true - and there, now you can say made me admit I like her - but it’s not true. It’s wishful thinking.”

“I’m not wrong,” she insisted, refusing to give into his pessimism, “not all of us are wrong. You’ll see - we’ll get you to see that it’s true. Or you could just go and ask her out.”

“Not happening.”

“Well then, Harrington, it’s on.”

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Movie night always proved to be…chaotic. Chaotic in a good way, but what else could be expected when a bunch of teenagers, an empty house, and too much pizza and soda were involved? You were running a little late, your last tutoring gig having run longer than anticipated, but you came with a ton of cookies to make up for it. 

You rocked back and forth on your heels as you waited for Steve, or anybody, to answer the door once you’d rung the bell. The idea of seeing Steve always put butterflies in your tummy, despite the fact that you’d known him and been his friend for years. That sweet, dopey dork had a hold on you that was palpable. The door slowly opened and you found Dustin grinned excitedly.

“Hey bud,” you walked inside and kicked off your shoes as you handed him the container of cookies, “sorry I’m late - took forever today!”

“It’s okay,” he insisted as he set the box down and came back over, hesitating for just a moment before throwing his arms around you in a tight hug, “just so glad you’re here!”

“O-oh,” it took you a moment to react, but you gently and tentatively put your arms around him a light hug in return, “I’m glad to see you guys. Especially after this hellish week.”

“Hi!” Max darted over and almost knocked you down in her attempt to hug. You sighed lightly before wrapping an arm around her slim shoulders, “I’m glad you’re here. All these boys suck.”

“Hey!” Robin glowered from her spot on the couch before making her way over. You smiled at your friend and she managed to take you by surprise as she pressed kisses to your cheeks. What was with everyone today? They were all being so…weird, “missed you.”

“I saw you earlier,” you snorted as you raised your eyebrows in suspicion, “we have most of our classes together…”

“Still,” she insisted, dragging you into the living room where everyone was gathering with pizza, “it’s always better with you around.”

“Exactly,” Lucas hugged your legs from his spot on the floor and you just sighed lightly, “now the party can get started.”

“Should I be worried?” you looked around at the eager faces of your friends, “you’re all acting weird. Weirder than normal…and that’s saying a lot.”

“What do you mean?” Eddie’s grin stretched from ear to ear as he looked at you sweetly with those big brown eyes of his. You knew Eddie better than almost anyone else and now you knew something was up. 

“Did you give them all laced blunts or something?” you sighed as he just shook his head in amusement before giggling happily. You heard your name whispered softly as you turned around to find Steve standing at the bottom of the stairs, a collection of blankets in his arms. Your expression softened as he grinned at you, “hi Stevie!”

Robin exchanged a sneaky little glance with Eddie as the two of them silently mouthed Stevie! at each other. Steve swallowed thickly before handing the blankets over to Dustin who just happened to appear at his side with perfect timing. His heart was practically hammering against his chest as he contemplated his next actions. His plan had been to hug you, to see if Robin’s theory had been right, but he found himself frozen. You tilted your head to the side, giving him that smile that made him weak in the knees, “h-hi.”

“Okay weirdo,” you reached up and touched his cheek before affectionately ruffing his glorious mop of hair. Steve was biting the inside of cheek so hard that it was a miracle that he wasn’t bleeding. Robin caught his eye from over your shoulder and gave him a little shrug as if to say told you so. But you…you’d always been like that with him. So openly affectionate and gentle and oh. Oh. He’d been so blinded with his own affection for you that he hadn’t noticed yours, “not you too! You’re all acting so weird. Are we gonna  do movie night or are you all going to continue acting like this?”

“Movie!” Eddie shouted happily as Dustin tossed blankets around for everyone to get comfortable. You watched as Steve took his customary spot on the big couch, on the far end, grabbing one of the big blankets and looking at you, silently asking if you were coming. It was normal for you to be next to him, normal for you to be tucked into his side, normal for him to put his arm around as you laid your head on his chest. Oh. 

What was normal for the two of you…wasn’t normal for everyone. Not for people that were just friends. At the realization, your cheeks warmed up and you slowly made your way to him, almost flopping down as he tossed the blanket over both of you. You wondered if…maybe he felt the same way as you. You’d always thought you’d hidden your affection and sweetness for him well enough but now you were…absolutely questioning that. 

Without even thinking about it, Steve pulled you into his side and his long arm wrapped around you. Only this time, you didn’t lay your head on his chest or on his shoulder, but your gaze was concentrated on him. 

Lucas flipped off the lights as Eddie started the movie, casting the room into darkness save for the light of the television. You hadn’t even noticed what movie was playing, instead so hyper-aware and focused on Steve. You’d never been more aware of his closeness, of how his body felt next to yours. Suddenly it seemed like every time you had touched him had been taken for granted. 

“Hey,” he leaned and whispered so long you could hear him, “is everything okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, giving him an unconvincing little smile, “just…tired.”

“Oh,” he almost sounded disappointed, but you could tell that he didn’t believe you, “okay.”

Despite your hesitation, you forced yourself to push through, to see if perhaps you could take it a little further. You slung your arm over his midsection before cuddling into his side and practically squishing your face into his chest. You could feel his sharp inhale before he slowly let it back out and he relaxed. Neither of you said anything for some time, sitting there comfortably tangled up, but unable to focus on the movie. 

After what seemed like a small eternity, you couldn’t handle it anymore. You untangled yourself from Steve, sitting back on legs so you were facing him. His mouth opened in surprise for a moment, but when he noticed you studying him so intently, he grew nervous. 

“C-can we go upstairs?” his heart almost dropped into his stomach at your words as his mind immediately started reeling with the possibilities. His mouth felt dry so he just nodded instead, not trusting himself to speak. You quietly climbed off the couch and padded towards the stairs with Steve following closely behind. You didn’t even look back or stop until you were at his door, letting yourself into his room. 

There was something so familiar and comforting about his room; you’d been in here hundreds of times before but something about this moment felt so different. You sat down on his bed as he closed the door and leaned against it. You were looking at each other, both of you unable to look away. 

“Stevie?” your gaze had shifted to your feet as you played with a loose thread on his blanket. He made a small sound of acknowledgement but didn’t push you any further, “why were they all acting so weird tonight? Is there something going on?”

“Whaddya mean?” he stuffed his hands into his pockets as you looked up and tutted at him.

“You know what I mean,” you sighed lightly, “they were all huggy and touchy. It’s not…I like touch, you know, but on my terms. It’s just…I dunno, I’ve always been that way. But…with you, i-it’s different. I don't know…I like when you…t-touch me."

There was a bemused little smile on his face as he waited for you to realize your mistake. When you did, your hands went to your face as your entire body felt like it was on fire, "fuck - Stevie, I didn't mean it like that. I just meant that I-I just…I like being close to you."

"I know what you meant," he moved from the door and came closer to you, tentatively and slowly to make sure he wasn't crossing any unspoken boundaries. When you didn't stop him, he sat down next to you, the mattress dipping under his weight. The two of you sat in silence for a few moments before he set his hand down on the bed next to yours, and you could feel his pinky brushing against yours.

"Steve-"

"Robin is convinced that you like me," he cut you off but had to do it because he wasn't sure if he'd get the courage to say it again, "she says you have this tell - that you don't like touching anyone else but me."

"Steve."

"She wanted to test her dumb theory and that's why everyone was so lovey dovey touchy feely today," he ran a hand through his hair in exasperation, "and I realize now that's a fucked up thing to do and probably made you feel uncomfortable and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let them do it."

"It's okay," you smiled softly, the butterflies in your tummy fluttering around wildly. Robin knew - she had known. Which means that everyone else probably did too, "I thought they were being extra weird."

"Unfortunately."

"What was your conclusion?"

"I - ugh - what?"

"Your conclusion," you moved your hand ever so slightly closer to his and nudged his foot with yours, "what did you learn? About Robin's little theory."

"I…" he inhaled and trailed off, turning his head lightly towards you, "well…I-I think she was right."

"Oh,” it was a soft little sound that caused him to panic and spiral almost immediately. Oh. It could have meant a hundred different things but your expression was giving away nothing. Meanwhile you were trying not to panic out of sheer excitement because holy fuck - that meant Steve did like you. Or at least…probably did. Shit. Were you reading into this too much now? You allowed yourself a small glance at him and realized he’d been staring at you this entire time. 

You shifted so you were fully sitting on his bed, cross-legged as you waited to see who would break the tension. He nervously rubbed his palms on his thighs before letting out a small, nervous laugh, “oh.”

“Steve,” you put your hand on his arm, willing him to look at you, but all he did was stare at the floor, “Stevie.”

He turned at the sound of his nickname, his big, soft brown eyes meeting yours. You could tell there was a nervous little hope behind them. He’d never let anyone else call him Stevie. It had always irked and irritated him but when you said it? It practically made him weak in the knees. Swallowing the nervous lump in his throat, he moved so his position was mirroring yours. 

You felt so vulnerable and open with him, but you never once felt scared or nervous. He always made you feel safe - protected. In a blur and without letting yourself overthink for one, you put your hand on his cheek and surged forward to kiss him. He made a small sound of surprise, taken aback by your sudden boldness, but quickly kissed you right back. It was messy at first, clumsy and awkward and your teeth clicked together a few times, but you soon found a rhythm that was both needy and saccharine. 

He pulled and you pushed your way onto his lap, and he settled his hands on your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck. When he had thoroughly kissed you until you were both breathless, he pulled back and you both exchanged a nervous little laugh. 

“So ‘oh’ was a good thing then?” he asked sweetly as he cupped your face in his warm, large hand before stroking your cheek.

“Yeah,” you nodded, feeling warm from his touch, “it was.”

“Fuck me,” his groan was playful as he pressed his forehead against yours before you kissed him again. He tasted of salty popcorn, sweet cookies, and faint mint. You liked it - you liked him. You really like kissing him; you’d imagined this moment at least a million times and this still felt better than anything you could have ever dreamed up, “Robin is never going to let me live it down once she realizes she was right.”

“Maybe it’s not such a bad thing,” you whispered, leaning in so your lips were brushing against his, “maybe it’s the little push we finally needed.” 

“I would have said…something a long time again if I had any idea that you’d feel even remotely the same,” he admitted as a wicked blush rose up in his cheeks. You pulled back and looked at him with wide eyes. Those soft, big doe eyes make him bite the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning out loud.

“What do you mean?” you whispered, “did you not think I liked you? Steve, I’ve loved you for a long time.”

“Y-you..love me?”

“Oh, ahh, shit,” you scratched the back of your neck nervously, pulling back from him for just a moment, “I-I didn’t mean it how it sounded. It’s just that…I like you a lot and it’s-”

“I love you,” his hands found your face as he pulled you back down to his lips. This time he kissed you slowly, pouring every little bit of love, every unspoken word into the kiss, hoping you were able to feel it. You were, “have for a long time.”

“Oh Steve,” this time it was your turn to kiss him, and the two of you were quickly lost in each other and one thing led to another as you ended up under him, beaming up at him happily. He leaned down and you brushed some of the soft locks of hair out of his face, and he couldn’t stop from kissing you again, “Steve.”

“Hey!” Robin knocked loudly on his door and you could hear Eddie giggling along with her, “movie’s over and ugh…we’re gonna continue this at the Wheelers’ so you guys have some…privacy.”

“Unless you’re already having sex!” oh Eddie.

“Good,” Steve groaned lightly as you just smiled at him, “now go!”

“Steve?” Robin’s voice was sticky sweet and you both already knew what was coming, “I told you so.”

“Goodbye!” Steve buried his face into the crook of your shoulder as you just laughed, “our friends are the worst.”

“Sometimes,” you agreed, “but right now, I’m kind of thankful for them. So, tell me Stevie…do you want to have sex?”

“I...fuck,” he closed his and let out a wistful little moan, “yeah, I really do.”

“Good,” you whispered, “me too. But also - I love you.”

“I love you.”

[jubilantwriter]

Jaspvid college graduation. They weren't able to stay together through college since they got accepted to their dream schools on opposite sides of the country. David's a little sad on his big day, knowing Jasper isn't there and won't see. But then, as he accepts his diploma with a fake smile, he happens to look to the crowd and he sees him! It's Jasper! 5 rows back, somewhere in the middle!

Word Count: 977

(This took an embarrassingly long time to write. But hey, turns out I can still write for Camp Camp! Now to figure out this stupid new text editor thing UGH)

There's something to be said about long-distance relationships.  It's a mix of trying yet rewarding as David's relationship with Jasper remains strong despite the distance.  They weren't exactly expecting to attend the same college together.  Jasper had his eyes on a college far from their hometown, and David wanted to stay somewhere local.  The two of them settling on the same college was more of a reassurance - if they couldn't get into their dream schools, then they could instead go to their safety school together.

But then it happened.

Unspoken, tender realization of the grief that lasted for a day.  The two, who were always a pair since the day they met, had to separate if they wanted to chase their respective dreams. 

It was a happy day.  It was a sad day.

"Don't worry, Davey," Jasper said, cupping David's cheek and kissing his nose with a silly grin.  "We still have modern tech for this kinda stuff, right?"

"Right."  He leaned into Jasper's touch and smiled into his palm.  "We can do calls and stuff."

"Visit each other every break."

"Text."

"It'll be like I never really left."  Jasper's voice became tender as he hugged him tight.  "I love you, Davey.  That's not gonna change with the distance."

He hugged him back, twice as tight as he buried his face against Jasper's neck.  "Love you too."

The first year was tough without each other at their sides.  There were a few fights, time zone issues, things they hadn't quite gotten used to yet.

(He feared they would end up breaking up once, when a fight got too bad.  But they powered through, apologized, and cried together despite the lag and broken connection.)

The second year was still tough, but they'd figured out a routine by then.  Less fights, but a bit more distanced.  It felt like he wasn't talking to Jasper quite as often as he was used to.

(Doubt.  Apathy.  The feelings lingered even as he tried to fight them off.  He wondered then if this was another sign of things to end.  But then Jasper visited as promised, and he never clung so tightly to his boyfriend as he did that night.)

The third year was... comfortable.  They'd grown used to the distance by now; the routine was something they knew by heart, and things were easier to manage.  They talked and sent messages when they were able, and complained about professors, classes, and assignments alike.  Visits over the breaks still felt like long-awaited reunions, unearthing a longing they both forgot they've grown used to.

(It didn't get better.  But it didn't get worse either.  And for that, David was grateful.  He buried his face against Jasper's shoulder, counting the minutes before it was time for him to go again.)

The fourth year is... something.  A mad rush to make sure every requirement was met.  It was the finish line.  Finally, within sight!  David almost cries with the relief it brings.  Jasper calls and messages more often as he complains about the whole process.  They bond over their mutual stresses, and it's almost as if they were never apart to begin with.  David forgets, blissfully, that he's still alone at college.

It only hits him when he's getting ready for his graduation, dressed in his cap and gown, that he'll be crossing that finish line without Jasper.  Right.  There is no boyfriend here.

He ignores the cold realization in his chest and sighs.  Jasper has his own graduation prep to worry about; there's no way he'd ask him to fly over to and fro just to attend his own graduation for the day.  They're not graduating on the same day which... he's partially grateful for.  A bit miffed that they won't be graduating at the same time (the distance feels so much wider now), but it's fine.

He stares up at the podium from where he sits, sun blazing down on him as his attention wanders.  Other students either zone out or sneak out their phones to mess around with.  Someone next to him whips out an old Gameboy and starts playing a game quietly as he snorts.  It reminds him of Jasper, and he quietly slips out his own phone to shoot him a text.

He holds back a "wish you were here" and continues texting Jasper to pass the time.  Without realizing it, time passes fast enough that it comes to calling out the graduates.  Lines of students begin filing out of their seats and soon it comes his turn.  Trudging along, he makes his way up to the podium to accept his diploma, smile empty as he has no one here to smile for.  It's... an empty celebration, he realizes.

What's the point if there's no one else to celebrate with you?

He bites back the bitterness welling within him and turns his direction towards where the cameras are.  A glance over the crowd and-

"Davey!  Wooo!"

He blinks.  That's-

"Look towards the camera!" says the staff member.

He looks in the wrong direction and follows the source of the voice.  His eyes search back rows and rows of people before he meets a pair of familiar sapphire hues.  Jasper grins, big and proud, as he waves his arm back and forth.  

He's.

He's here.

Actually.  Truly.  Here.  Jasper mouths out a few words and David nearly cries on the spot.  The corners of his mouth lift as the warmth from the summer sun radiates from inside his chest.

"Smile!" 

He smiles, facing the wrong direction.  But it doesn't matter.  A picture is worth a thousand words.  And when people see his graduation picture, they'll know he was facing the right direction all along.

[sirfrogsworth]

First things first... if anyone gives me shit for getting a Ring doorbell I swear I am going to find you and bop you on the nose. It had payments on Amazon and it was the only one I could afford. We needed this urgently because my mom can't hear deliveries and we just switched to getting all of our medications delivered.

I had to do what I had to do. We live in a society and all that.

Okay?

Moving on...

As you may have noticed by the tape, this did not go according to plan.

I can't seem to do anything handy without there being *some* janky shenanigans involved. But I don't think this was my fault.

You see, our house used to be owned by this guy called Fred Salmo. He thought he was quite the handyman. But in the past 25 years we keep uncovering horrible "home improvements" that he did that end up taking us a long time to unfuck and then do properly. Every time this happens we say we "got Salmo'd."

Decades ago he decided to install the doorbell in the grout between two different kinds of brick. Just stupid. It left a cavity behind the doorbell where all kinds of crap built up. I had to blow it out with compressed air and it was very gross. I am shocked the wires never shorted out in the rain.

Unfortunately, I could not install the doorbell in exactly the same spot. The grout was uneven and some of it was eaten away so I could not place screw anchors on the same plane. One would stick out more than the other. And because the Ring doorbell is wider, and the brick on the left sticks out farther than the brick on the right, and the brick on the left is very uneven, there was just no way to make it work. Fred purposely had to find a skinny doorbell faceplate to fit in between. I just don't understand why he didn't just install it a few inches to the right. It is just a silly place to mount a doorbell.

OH.. and the worst part, because of his placement, the doorbell was very hard to see visually. So 2/3 of people just thought we didn't even have a doorbell.

SALLLLLMOOOOOOO!!!!

So I had to move the doorbell slightly to the right. This meant exposed wires. Ugh. So I wrapped them tightly in electrical tape and then filled the cavity with hot glue. The tape was just a temporary aesthetic thing to cover up the giant glue booger I created.

Unfortunately, it still looks dumb.

And when I get the all-weather gorilla tape to replace the current tape, it will probably still look dumb. I'm unsure how to make it not look dumb.

But I am not a handyman and this is the best I can do with the energy I have. We are just going to have to live with some jank next to our doorbell.

It is fully functional.

It does what we need.

If this were a normal install and not a Salmo install, I can imagine it going rather smoothly. Especially if you don't have to deal with any bricks. I got the wired Pro 2 version so I don't have to recharge any batteries. And it has an extended viewing angle so I can see packages left on the ground.

The video quality is excellent (for a doorbell), the app is well designed, and it even has a nice quality speaker for talking to people at the door. And if Ring didn't have all of the law enforcement baggage, I'd say this is a pretty damn good doorbell. But if you can afford a different one of similar quality, I'd definitely consider other options. Like I said, I just couldn't pass up the 5 month, no interest payment plan under the time frame constraints.

I can use custom "motion zones" along with GPS satellite photos to map out where I want the motion to be detected. That way a passing car or squirrel running in the distance will not trigger a notification.

Here I am making sure the motion zones are working as they should. Sneaky Froggie.

That said, we did get a motion alert at 4:30am. I thought maybe it was a false positive. But I actually ended up filming the world's shortest horror film.

I was also able to link it with our Echo Dot speakers. We have them in every room so if my parents fall or have an emergency, they can call me. And now, if there is someone at the door, every room will chime so my mom will definitely hear it.

This 20 minute installation ended up taking 3 hours. I just kept getting Salmo'd.

The doorbell was on a circuit that made no sense, so I had to keep turning random things off, going upstairs to check, and repeating that 5 times.

The drill bit that Ring lists as the proper size for the anchors was way too small.

I had no way of marking the proper place to drill. The holes on the doorbell were way too small to fit a pencil tip through. In the install videos I saw people had a little template jig. It even had a tiny level on it. But I guess they didn't include it in the model I got. I did my best to scratch the brick with a paperclip. But regrettably, the doorbell is canted about 15° off level. Thankfully the giant ugly piece of tape distracts from that fact.

And because I turned tons of shit off with the circuit breakers, my WiFi went all screwy. Spectrum's cheap modem needs things done in a very specific way. You have to reboot the router. Wait 30 seconds. Then reboot the modem. I forgot to do any of that and so linking the doorbell to our network was just maddening chaos. I ended up forcing the Ring app into an infinite loop and it would not pair.

It took me half an hour to find a support article that mentioned the damn doorbell reset switch on the side that I did not see. It's hidden when you have the cover on.

Also, my multimeter measured 18 volts of power at the wires. But the Ring app says it is receiving 14-15 volts. Which is below the required 16 volts. That said, the doorbell seems to be functioning perfectly right now, so I'm going to have to chance it. Installing a new transformer in the chime box is above my skill level.

I read that the biggest power draw is the infrared lights for the night vision mode. But we leave our porch light on 24/7 so those will never be needed. I'm hoping that will keep me in the 1-2 volt margin for normal operation.

Soooo... yeah.

We have a video doorbell.

And I installed it all by myself.

Poorly.

[holykillercake]

FRIED EGGS

KOBY x Pirate!Reader

word count: 2k

summary: Being infiltrated as a Marine and keeping your feelings under control was easy until you were assigned to work with Marine Captain Koby. How you wished he was a jerk.

highlight: ¨I am kissing you... but I am angry, Y/N-san...¨

warnings: read under the risk of developing diabetes.

notes: Hey, guys! This was a lovely request from @pure-kirarin! <3 I had to stop other projects to make this one because Koby threw me out of my comfort zone hahaha I really hope you like!! ALSO 1) Happy Birthday Sabo-kun! ALSO 2) In order to add more dept to the story, the main character is part of a Yonkos´crew, but I wrote in a way that all fit, so choose your favorite! ALSO 3) ART ALERT!

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¨You have been doing a remarkable job in such little time, Commander L/N. We all have great expectations regarding your transference to our Marine Headquarters.¨ 

The words of the Rear Admiral barely scratched your mind as you discreetly observed the pink-haired boy´s reflection on the crystal clear window. 

He maintained a similar posture to yours: chin up, chest out, shoulders back, and stomach in. However, while your fingers remained paralleled to your trousers, you took a glimpse of his clenched fist, thumb fidgeting the side of his index finger. 

¨Vice Admiral Tsuru was reluctant to sign your transfer. She said you remind her of herself in the past, which is always an excellent compliment to hear.¨ you nodded, acknowledging his words  ¨We´re glad we convinced her.¨

Your heart warmed with his words, and you almost felt bad because you knew the disappointing outcome O-Tsuru-san would have at the end of this. She trained you with the iron face of a merciless soldier, and the elegance that resembled the animal of her name.

It has been three years since you received the green card from your captain to part ways in a long-term solo mission. A journey to excavate the putrid secrets of the so-called defenders of the law. You learned after a short time that justice is not so black and white.

Not that you planned to reveal the dirt, no. That intel your captain could sell to the Revolutionary Army and keep the capital running. You were interested in the arms race, the corrupt diplomacy, and more importantly, the dark pipes where traitors flowed.

Someone from inside the Yonkos was feeding the Marines with crucial information about the Emperors´ activities. And in such a close fight, you could not take those risks.

All other Emperors must have their own undercover agents within the Marines, but even that was a dispute. You could point some names to your boss, who confirmed what was suspected. Those would usually be the best of the best, extravagant and loud.

But not you. You didn't have to make that much noise. You slid between the floors of New Marineford like a snake swimming with the current. Earning the respect of your superiors and being promoted without ringing any bells. You accepted each medal with a firm salutation and relentless performance. 

¨The trip must have been displeasing. Submerging ten thousand meters underwater and rising to these fiendish waters require a good rest. Our Marine Captain Koby will escort you to your quarters, Commander Y/N. The remaining instructions shall be presented tomorrow.¨

You saluted the Rear Admiral in front of you and turned to the exit, passing by Koby, who waited for you to leave first.  When your paths crossed, the pace of your heartbeats quickened, pumping more blood through your body and leaving a burning sensation on your cheeks. 

The involuntary response was instantly interpreted as alertness to danger, which needed to be handled with caution. 

Can´t let my guard down around this one, you thought.

In fact, you planned to keep as much distance as you could from him. An officer let slip that he has been gaining incredible control over his Observation Haki since the Paramount War. 

But the wind seemed to change direction, and you began to swim against the current. When the morning came, you were assigned to be his partner for an undetermined time, and he would act as your superior. The idea of being bossed around by a younger marine got your temper sparked. 

Only he was not like the others, treating you in a patronizing and condescending way. He spoke to you with the same cordiality and politeness he addressed everybody else. 

Slowly, your concrete cold expression began to soothe. You would still remind yourself how annoying his good manners were, though. So annoying, seriously!

¨Good morning, Y/N-san!¨ he greeted as you joined him for breakfast. 

¨Good morning, Koby.¨ 

¨Our Border Force correspondent sent his report early in the morning with information about possible Yonkos´ alliances in the Wano Country. We are arranging a meeting as soon as possible.¨ 

You didn´t like to handle work so early, but this subject, in particular, raised your spirits. ¨Good. It was about time.¨

You noticed that he wore a different headband. ¨What happened?¨ 

¨Hm?¨ he brought the soup bowl close to his mouth. 

¨The bandana. Green, with the fried eggs.¨ he choked on the miso soup, coughing like he had swallowed poison. 

You reached for a paper tissue and handed it to him. ¨K-Koby, are you ok?¨

¨Y-Y/N... Y/N-san...¨ he coughed some more ¨They´re not... fried eggs...¨

¨Oh...¨ your brows raised slightly ¨What are they?¨

A depressive aura grew around him ¨They are flowers, YN-san...¨

The edge of your lips contorted as you tried to hide a smile. You haven´t felt like smiling genuinely for years. Annoying boy!

From that moment on, ignoring him became more difficult. He started to ask you to train with him or invite you to spend some time with him and Helmeppo whenever you had free time. Eventually, he began to ask you how he looked before an important meeting. 

Most of the time, you would reply something like ¨ok¨. But sometimes, the mouth was quicker than the brain, and you would let an ¨impeccable¨ slip out, followed by an awkward throat clearing and blushed cheeks. 

From both sides.

•

¨Oh my-¨ you stopped yourself from finishing the sentence. 

You were chosen to complete this mission due to your excellent skills in hiding emotions and acting calm under stressful situations. No one could break you. 

Within the Marines, no joke could make you crack a smile, and no torture could make you spill secrets. 

Why did you want to ask if he was ok?

Koby had entered his office with bumps and bloody bruises over his face. His always neat uniform was blotchy, and he carried a first aid kit. 

¨Garp-san paid a visit.¨ He sat on the couch and opened the white box, throwing everything on the coffee table. ¨I bet it wasn't like this with Tsuru-san.¨ he chuckled. 

¨No. She would beat me up, wash me and hang me up to dry.¨ 

You shot from the chair, moving towards the clumsy pinkette, who struggled to attend to his injuries. He tried to hold the mirror with one hand and suture his gash with the other. 

¨Thank yo-¨

¨Shh. Don´t move.¨

You leaned closer to have a better look, giving Koby the same chance. Your delicate perfume smelled like it was tailor-made for you. Your breathing was slightly irregular, and your lip twitched with every given stitch. Your fingers felt like feathers on his skin, so much that he didn´t even feel a sting. 

The job was fast and efficient, making Koby wish Garp had put more effort into his Love Fist. Grabbing a piece of wet cotton, you cleaned the dried blood.  

¨Alright...¨ you whispered.

¨Alright...¨ he whispered back.

You were inches apart from his face, your eyes traveling across the scar on his forehead, the pink locks, and kind features. Your mind traced back all the way to the Paramount War. You had very little knowledge about him, but the words he spoke that day have always made your heart pound like cannonballs. 

You will make an excellent Admiral one day, Koby. 

I hope you don´t hate me. 

¨Y-Y/N-san...¨

¨Hm?¨

¨Your smile is beautiful.¨

¨What?¨ The stupid scene of yours was interrupted like a DJ stopping the record player. 

With cheeks getting pinker than his hair, you shot up and marched back to the chair and your newspaper. ¨You clean this up.¨ 

He left a low chuckle out and began gathering the mess. 

Oh, no, Y/N. You have got to be kidding me. 

He is a freaking marine. Breathe. 

There were a vast number of reasons why you couldn´t like him: from him being a Marine Captain and you being a pirate to the fact that your mission was coming to a conclusion.

Meaning that your journey as his partner would be very soon reaching its end. The meeting with this mysterious correspondent regarding the Yonkos´ operations in the New World would be the last move in this chess game. You would be going home. Mission completed. Everything perfect, right? 

Right, perfect. Impeccable! Ugh!

•

¨... confirm secure line.¨

¨This is Border Officer code 404890. Secure line confirmed.¨ you spoke with a low but clear voice through the nail transponder. 

¨What´s the status on our birdie?¨

¨Positive. The birdie is located at 03:24:01.¨ you gave your boss a coordinate to the name of the Marine informant. The answer you took three years to find out remained on file number one, third page, suspect number twenty-four. 

An amused laugh echoed on your end, and you buried the speaker on your jacket to muffled the sound. 

¨At least he is not one of ours.¨ a chuckle ¨Great job, Y/N.¨

¨Thank you, boss.¨

¨I know this mustn't have been easy, but you were impeccable as always.¨

Yeah, impeccable. 

¨You know the protocol now. We´ll see each other in a few days. You´ll have a party waiting for you, kid.¨

¨Aye, aye, boss. But I want the good booze.¨  Both of you laughed. 

You finished the call, and the smile on your lips died as the image of a pink-haired boy invaded your mind. You wished he was a jerk like everybody else. 

It would have been so easy. 

¨Who were you talking to?¨ your chest contracted, pushing the air out of your lungs and sending extra blood supply to your muscles. 

You hid the transponder into your jacket and turned, facing your Marine Captain. 

¨Eavesdropping, Koby?¨

What should I do?

¨Y/N-san, who were you talking to?¨ he repeated himself, offering the benefit of the doubt. You sighed.

¨My captain.¨ 

Why the need to be honest with him?

¨Y/N-san, please don´t tell me-¨

¨I´m sorry, Koby. I wish I didn´t have to do this.¨ you couldn´t bring yourself to face him.

¨A-Are you a pirate? Why?¨

You chuckled ¨Why am I a pirate?¨

¨Why did you do this?¨ his face was pale, making your guts twitch in guilt.

¨I´m on a mission. But I´ll leave soon.¨

¨You are like... Vergo-san.¨ he sounded disappointed.

¨I am nothing like Vergo. You know this.¨ or at least you hoped he did. 

He closed the door slowly, eyes fixed on your figure. The bright light from the window made him look like an ethereal painting.

While you tried to predict his next move, whether he was going to interrogate you or kick your ass, Koby acted calm and collected, not hesitating. He trusted his Observation Haki to guide his next move. Or maybe his heart.

You saw a pink blur closing distance like a missile, and before you could dodge, his hands pulled you by the waist, connecting your bodies and lips. 

He forced your back to meet the thick window with a gasp that was muffled by the kiss. His touch was rough upon the fabric of your uniform, but his mouth felt soft against yours.

Your hands moved to his hair, removing the round pair of glasses and the green bandana so you could get lost in his locks. His grip was harsh under the fabric of your uniform, but his hair felt soft on your fingertips. 

A moan escaped your lips when he parted the kiss with a loud snap and struck the glass with both hands, keeping you trapped in the middle. You let go of his hair and grabbed him by the collar, not letting him go away.

¨I am kissing you... but I am angry, Y/N-san...¨ his breath was heavy and carried with a myriad of emotions. 

¨I know... I am sorry.¨

¨Why?¨

¨Because I like you, Koby. A lot.¨ he paused for a second, fighting the urge to admit the same.

¨What was your mission?¨

This is the last lie, I promise, Koby. ¨The Marines possessed vital information about something my boss wants. I needed to get it.¨

¨Now that I know that you´re a pirate and that you stole Marine´s assets, I´m gonna have to hunt you down.¨

¨I´ll be waiting for you.¨ 

You stared him in the eyes, and he kissed you to stop himself from saying what he really wanted. 

I love you, Y/N-san.

Diary of Koby-Meppo: The Fried Egg Life Crisis.

💕 @vemuabhi

[qoinq-qhost]

home - dannymay day 2

my unplanned continuation of day 1 

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Danny floated aimlessly through the endless green void. His head was bandaged, still slightly throbbing, as he moved slowly through this strange world. He hoped to see anything that would jog his memory, but the swirling scenery looked helplessly unfamiliar.

Whatever this place was, it didn't feel like home.

He was told that he belonged here, with the other dead things. He still could barely process what had happened. He didn't feel dead. Sure, he didn't feel great — his head still hurt like hell and the gaps in his memory frustrated him to no end — but he didn’t feel dead.

What he did feel was hurt. Confused. Betrayed. The words still echoed clearly in his mind: You don't belong in this world. His own mother told him to get lost.

And of course, Danny knew how his parents felt about ghosts. Even though the couple had never actually seen one, the conviction with which they spouted anti-ghost rhetoric made it clear in Danny’s mind ever since he was a small child; these creatures were ruthless and to be feared. Ghosts were horrible things, not bound by physics or morals.

And now he was one of them.

He had hoped that him being family would have meant something to his mother. He may have died and come back, but he was still her son.

But the way she looked at him made it clear: this was not the case. He could feel a distance between them that wasn't there when they spoke before as mother and son. Her patience thinly veiling a deep distrust. And she even corrected him when he called her “Mom” — I’m not your mom. I’m Dr. Fenton. That hurt worse than any injury.

And then once she patched him up she basically shooed him out of her laboratory, through the gaping hole to another dimension so conveniently placed in the basement of his family home.

She told him he belonged there, in the Ghost Zone. He made no argument. His brain refused to cooperate, to think of any rebuttal. He let himself be guided towards the octagonal hole in the wall and braced himself as he ventured through.

Being in the Zone unsettled him greatly. He felt off, though it was hard to pin down what exactly was causing it. It could have been the place itself, unfamiliar and foreboding, or the dizziness he still felt from his injury, now graciously paired with the feeling of floating through this endless abyss of a realm, no way of orientating himself amongst the endless swirling scenery.

More than anything, he wanted to go home.

And at this point, he wasn't really sure where that was anymore.

After drifting in the Zone for god knows how long, he came across another ghost. He wasn't really sure if it was safe to approach, but once the other specter noticed him she called out.

“Yo, Phantom!”

This ghost appeared to be holding a guitar, her hair mimicking a roaring blue flame, flaring up as she spoke.

Danny then remembered that he was called Phantom. The ghost was talking to him. She noticed his delayed reaction.

“Damn, what's wrong, man?” She noticed his bandaged head and asked even though she knew the answer, “You hit your head or something?”

She didn't seem particularly worried about him, more curious than anything. Danny figured he could talk to her. She wasn't outright attacking him, as he had feared, so he was taking that as a good sign. But still, he was cautious. He didn't think it was smart to reveal to this stranger that he was essentially helpless right now, with his memories gone, but just talking to her couldn't be so bad, right?

“Um, yeah, I got kinda turned around.” He tried for a casual chuckle. It did not sound casual. “I was wondering if you could just point me in the direction of my, um, ghost house.”

The ghost narrowed her eyes at him.

“Your... ghost … house.”

Shit.

She looked him up and down once before her eyes went up to his bandaged head again.

“Tell me something, Phantom,” she paused again to examine his face. She noticed the way his eyes seemed a bit unfocused, his face showing no signs he recognized her. “What’s my name?”

Yeah, he had no clue.

“Um. Debbie?”

The ghost sighed and brought her hand over her eyes. “Okay, why do I gotta deal with amnesiac Phantom.” She met his eyes again. “You don't live here, dipshit. You live with your stupid ghost hunter parents out there in the human realm.”

Now that didn't make sense.

“Wait, wait, wait. My mom just told me I live here. In the Zone.”

“Ugh, dude, I don't know what you want me to say. You literally stay out there in the human world all the time just cuz you can make yourself look human or something, then you get mad at us any time we try to do the same thing. It's so annoying.”

“Look human?”

“Ugh, yes!” The ghost was growing more frustrated. “You do that thing with the lights and the rings or whatever.”

“I have no idea how to do that.”

“Well, figure it out or something. That's probably the only way you’ll be able to go back home.”

[askthedespairkids]

Ceasefire

*Junpei trudges along the beach, his feet dragging through the sand, his body language thoroughly reluctant to continue his journey- he murmurs quietly with his head down* Stupid fuckin’ argument, stupid- ugh.

Yokozawa.

Gyuh! *His head snaps up and he’s met with Ryuu and Kobo walking in the direction towards him* I- um...w-well-

It’s fine. We’re coming back to help for Graves-san and Kizakura-san-

Right...right, yeah. It’s just...

Kobo: Ryuu, you can go on ahead.

Huh?

Kobo?

Kobo: It’ll be fine. Just...get a head-start for me.

...alright. *He squeezes Kobo’s hand one last time before going on ahead, resisting the urge to bump Junpei as he passes by*

Kobo: ...*he sits down in the sand, facing out to the ocean*...you gonna just stand there? I mean, sittin’ like this means I get to be at eye-level with you-

Alright, alright. *He sits down on the sand, a slight distance away* Glad to see your attitude’s back.

Kobo: I ain’t much for mopin’ around forever, y’know.

...I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said all of those things back there, it was wrong of me. Stressed or not, I went way too far by saying you didn’t deserve to have Nagata-kun and Kirishima-san in your life.

Kobo: Heh. Weird hearing you apologise for somethin’...still, not like you weren’t right about other stuff...sorry. I’ve said a lot of shitty things to you as well.

Unlike you, I’ve done everything to deserve it...

Kobo: Even at that, ain’t right for me to cause tension in the class...I still hate your guts, don’t get me wrong, but I shouldn’t be makin’ it everyone else’s problem.

I get what you mean...honestly? I think I’ve always been a little jealous of you.

Kobo: Come again?

You’re my antithesis- my opposite. Majority of people like you, or at least respect you. You’re able to help everybody out when the situation’s dire, and...and you and Nagata-kun are so happy together.

Kobo: You and Kamisaka are happy as well?

Yeah, we are- I don’t mean to say we aren’t. I...I love Orochi so much that I think it makes me stupid. B-but, um...

I worry...I always worry that he’ll decide he’s had enough of me one day. That...one day, all the hate we get will be too much for him and he’ll disappear. And I always get so insecure that I can’t make him happy. I mean, let’s be honest, I’m only bringing him more hardships by being with him. And it’s like he has to take care of me most of the time between...w-well, that part’s a little personal but you get what I mean.

Kobo: Yeah...yeah, I do actually. I feel a similar way towards Ryuu. He’s like...an angel. He’s smart, and kind. He’s so humble and he’s always jumping at the chance to help people out. And even though he’s not a fighter, he’s got this courage that comes out of nowhere when his back is against the wall...I don’t get what he sees in a screw up like me. Why stick around?

You really do get it then...

Kobo: Yeah...but Kamisaka ain’t unhappy. If anything, he’s at his happiest just talking about you. The guy’s a lot more nihilistic than he lets on, but you’re like a...beacon to him. A light. Or somethin’, I dunno.

R-really? Is that how he seems?

Kobo: For sure. I usually get bored and zone-out when he talks about you, but Kurohiko and Kurosaki always listen. Kurohiko’s a little obsessed with listenin’ actually- it’s creepy.

Ugh- we got sidetracked, this was supposed to be about me apologising and we started talking about something completely different- look, Okanaya-kun, I was wrong. Seriously wrong for what I said.

Kobo: Agreed.

...we still have a lot to do for the wedding. Will you still help us?

Kobo; *He grins* It’s for Graves and Kizakura. ‘Course I’m helpin’.

Thank you. *The two stand up* We’ve got a lot of work to do, so I’ll be relying on you for a bit.

Kobo: Sure are. I’ll make sure to collect my payment for all this hard labour.

Uh...payment? I didn’t think-

Kobo: Don’t worry. *His grin turns mischievous, and he cracks his knuckles menacingly* I’m sure I can figure something out.

Wh-

Kobo: Don’t worry ‘bout it now! We got work to do! *He marches on ahead and throws his hand up, flipping Junpei off as he leads* You’re still a dick!

Right back at you, jackass.

[jaesvelvet]

sober — choi hyunsuk

warnings: grammatical,swear words,mention of alcohol

words: 1.5k words

pairing: fem! reader + hyunsuk

notes: instead of mashi's imagines, i upload this instead hehe, i hope you guys enjoy this!!

"I love you y/n!”

Your eyebrow twisted, your heart stops for a moment when Hyunsuk suddenly confesses to you through the phone. But when you heard hiccups from his mouth, you knew he is drunk.

"Hyunsuk, you drun—"

"no y/n! I love you so much" he resists, you couldn't understand the words he said next because the alcohol he swallowed made his speak unclear.

You quietly hearing all of Hyunsuk’s stutter with a small smile appears on your face. You kinda enjoy this little moment of you and Hyunsuk. Both of you are university students but Hyunsuk keeps treat you as a little sister since your mother told him to keep an eye on you. As you grew, you realized you don't want Hyunsuk to treat you as a child, you want him to treat her as a woman or specifically her woman...

You kept this secret for like one whole year until Jihoon, caught you stared at hyunsuk with loving eyes. The muscular man keeps teasing you in front of Hyunsuk, which made you frustrated.

You remember that day where you all enjoyed partying at Jiwon’s sunbae house, some guy keeps flirting with you although you push him away, he didn't give up and keep bothering you all night even you ignored his annoying ass. the fully drunk guy becomes mad when you keep ignoring him, so he slapped your face and yelled at you for being 'hard to get bitch and secretly would love if he fucks her’ . His words making you felt humiliated and angry why would he yell that in front of people— no why he thinks you would like to do that nasty thing with him?

Before you could do anything to the drunk guy, Hyunsuk came after him and punch him on the face like twice? thrice? You didn't count since all the things happen too fast. After that, he dragged you out from the party, driving you to the nearest beach to comfort you. He knows you love the beach, that's why he brought you there. Hyunsuk keeps apologizing and blames himself for what happened but you insist, this is that crazy guy’s fault not him.

After that incident, Hyunsuk keeps himself close to you and treats you like a princess. You love being spoiled by Hyunsuk but you hate it when the realization hits you, that Hyunsuk may treat you like this because you are his best friend. You love him for protecting you and you love the idea of you guys being more than friends but you knew if you crossed the line, the relationship wouldn't be the same.

"I fucking love you!" Hyunsuk said for the second time

You sighed. what are the points of you saying this when you're not in your good mental state?

"hang up, and tell me this when you're sober" seconds later you heard the line finally ended. you sighed and put your phones down, glancing at the clock

1:48 am

Why did he drink tonight? is something bothering him?

You worry if hyunsuk is alone at the bar. you quickly dialed Jihoon’s number

"ugh what do you want?" he asked, he sounds so drunk too

"are you with hyunsuk?"

"yes, junkyu would send him home don't call me anymore" he hangs up

You scoff, you hate jihoon's cocky attitude when he is drunk. you laid on your bed, you already have a thought to cook hangover soup for hyunsuk tomorrow.

+.*

You pressed on Hyunsuk’s door password and enters the male's apartment. You frown when his apartment is too messy. You put the soup pot on the table and start cleaning the apartment. A wide smile appears on your face as you saw Hyunsuk sleeping soundly on his bed. You continue to clean the messy apartment and spray a lavender fragrance all over his house.

The smell of hangover soup successfully making Hyunsuk’s eyes open but not fully, when a sudden headache attacks him he closes his eyes tightly, bearing with the pain. He regrets agreed with Jihoon to drink yesterday. He slowly gets up from his bed and made his way to the living room, shocked when he saw you in his kitchen.

"oh, you're up! sit down, I already preheat this soup" you said and turn off the stove. You serve him the hangover soup with instant rice you got from the convenience store across from his apartment.

"I—thank you, how did you know that I'm drunk?" he asked, having no clue about what happens yesterday

"oh you called me"

Hyunsuk nodded, he smiles at you before eating his hangover soup. You relived when hyunsuk didn't remember what happened last night because it will be super awkward for both of you if he remembers last night's call. You bit your lips, of course, you feel sad for a little bit, he said I love you without a proper meaning.

+.*

Days later, things get back to normal, you didn't tell anyone about hyunsuk's sudden 'drunk confess' to you, and Hyunsuk didn't seem to remember anything of that night. Three of them (including Jihoon) enters the class in a gloomy mood, Monday morning sucks, Jihoon is already asleep on his table, Hyunsuk listens to his rap music through his AirPod, and you zoning out, didn't care less about your surrounding.

"y/n" your turns when you felt someone tapped your back, making Hyunsuk also turn his back

You smile when you saw Yunhyeong behind you. Yunhyeong is Jiwon’s friend, you and Yunhyeong get close since you learn how to cook from him.

"Oppa what are you doing here?" you asked

"can you follow me for a while? I need you to taste my new recipe" he said making you grinned, free food on Monday morning? Only a crazy person would turn down this offer

"what did he say?" Hyunsuk asked after Yunhyeong left their class, with unpleasant looks on his face while removing one of his AirPods from his ears

"he wants me to taste his new recipe" you answered and left Hyunsuk and Jihoon alone. Hyunsuk watches your body until you disappear, he sighs.

"new recipe my ass" he curses under her breath making Jihoon raised his head and smirk

"are you, perhaps jealous?" he asked, he didn't sleep, he only put his head on the table.

"what? me? no way!" he denied

"really? okay, so I want to confess to her" Jihoon said, giving hyunsuk a sly smile.

"what!? no Jihoon you can't" Hyunsuk warned, his sharp glance at Jihoon would cut something but not to Jihoon. He laughed and push Hyunsuk making him almost fell from his chair

"why? because you like her?" he asked

Hyunsuk gulped.

".... sort of"

Jihoon chuckled 

"you idiot, she is not my type! I was just testing you" he said

"since you know, please keep this secret—"

"she already fucking knew hyunsuk"

Hyunsuk froze

How? how did you know? he kept this secret since the first time he met you. he didn't even tell Jihoon about this?

"you stupid drunk ass call her and confess to her" he explained, shaking his head at how stupid his best friend is

"did— how did she respond?" Hyunsuk asked

Jihoon shrugged

"he called me asked me if you're with me and I said yes and I hang up."

Hyunsuk sighed, how could he be so stupid?!

But you look normal the next day? you act as nothing happen or you keep this from him for not wanting to make both of them uncomfortable?

+.*

Lunchtime is a favorite time for Jihoon, he dragged you and Hyunsuk to the campus's canteen to eat his pizza.

"and now he left us after reunited with his pizza," you said, rolling your eyes at Jihoon.

"let's go Hyunsuk, we sit here" you dragged the boy to sit at the small table at the canteen. Hyunsuk’s silence making you feel a little uncomfortable. Did he sick? but he was fine this morning. He has never been this quiet

"Hyunsuk are you okay?" You asked, You raised your brows. Hyunsuk sighed and take a look at Jihoon who at the pizza corner, Jihoon would be there for a few minutes, enough for him to clear the misunderstanding between both of you.

"remember I drunk that night?" he asked

You slowly nodded, praying in your heart, for him to not remember anything

"I called you and—"

"oh! don't worry about that, I understand that you're drunk" you quickly cut Hyunsuk. You suddenly felt hot although you were under the big roof.

"no y/n, i-i've been falling in love with you since the first day we met"

You froze

He what?

"Hyunsuk..."

"I know, I know this is so sudden and I just want to clear the misunderstanding, the call, may confuse you, and I'm trying to clear that. I hope we still befriend after this" he said, too fast luckily you can catch all of the words that he said.

"I want to kiss you right now" you smiled, you couldn't hide how excited you are!

Hyunsuk giggled, not expecting this reaction from you.

"do it then"

You lean forward to kiss hyunsuk but Jihoon’s sudden appearance making both of you guys automatically distance yourself.

"how gross I have to be the third wheeler of this date" he rolled his eyes.

[yostresswritinggirl]

Genshin Impact Prompt List

Made by yostresswritinggirl

Public Domain Post again! I made this because I realized that I haven't seen a drabble list that's compliant to the game's universe, however some of these lines can also be generalized! I will NOT write for this, I just made this for everyone who wants to try it out, and it was really fun to make! List is 103 lines long, go wild!

"You knew we were going to Dragonspine, now your ass is freezing."

"The milelith won't like this."

"The Knights of Favonius won't like this."

"The Fatui would have liked this."

"Is there perhaps a discount in Wangsheng Funeral Parlor?"

"Sir/Ma'am, I'm gonna need to see your gliding license."

"The statue looks kinda hot."

"Where can I buy Fatui wear?"

"Where can I buy Abyss Mage wear?"

"It hurts I know, but have you eaten a raw Jueyen chili before?"

"Paimon is being stupid again."

"I don't think the Ruin Guard wants to be friends."

"In terms of Mora, we have Childe."

"They're turning you into a furry, it's concerning."

"Let me ask the stars— the stars said no."

"If we throw hard enough, we can probably hit Celestia."

"This is the sixth time I saw you fell off Barbatos' statue and it's getting concerning."

"You're telling me this feather will make me powerful?"

"It's been three months, when will you stop challenging the Oceanid?"

"That's pretty high, you think I'll die from that height?"

"Come on now, they're just taking a break..."

"Pick a god and start praying."

"I'd know that hair from anywhere!"

"So, about that economic crisis..."

"Hey, have you been to that 'perfume shop' before?"

"I actually don't drink tea."

"Does coffee even exist here?"

"Timmie's birds make the best Sweet Madame!"

"Olah!" [Hello in Hilichurlian]

"Hm, I wanna adopt one of those." "THOSE can kill you, by the way."

"Woah, cool weapon, can I have it?"

"Sir/Ma'am, this is strictly a no diving zone."

"I haven't seen green grass in ages..."

"Please answer honestly, is this genocide?"

"Never thought flower-picking would end up like this."

"This commission is not worth the mora it offers."

"There are no explicit laws against it, but this feels weirdly illegal."

"I don't think Katheryne wants to give me any more commissions."

"Nothing like a delicious Hilichurl camp-cooked meal!"

"So you're homeless?"

"Does being chased by guards count me in as a criminal?"

"This sign can't stop me, I don't understand Teyvat language!"

"I think I'm too stupid for this puzzle."

"How many artifacts do I have to get before I'm considered part of the Treasure Hoarders?"

"I need me a pocket Barbara."

"I know that cough from anywhere, that's definitely ____!"

"That bastard." "Yeah but which one?" "THE bastard."

"You know it actually doesn't taste that bad— *proceeds to vomit*"

"Since when was the last time you took a shower?"

"I'm pretty sure this is crossing borderline masochist territory."

"I don't like the sight of red snow."

"I don't think this is part of the prophecy."

"You ever look at something and think, how much Mora would that cost?"

"There's too many pretty wo/men around here."

"You have no idea how books can cause murder in this continent."

"You need a break, we all need a break, please take a break."

"My subordinates aren't home." "I'm on my way."

"May all the seven archons forgive me for what I'm about to do."

"I don't really know what's happening, but if it involves you, it's probably not good."

"You wouldn't want to anger the God of Contracts now, would you?"

"I'm gonna need a shot of fire-water for this..."

"You're telling me THIS is edible?"

"You're telling me S/HE'S not sus?!"

"You are dripping hella suspicious energy, maam/sir."

"God, I wanna be manhandled."

"I'm gonna climb that."

"Please don't climb that."

"I want to come out of this alive, thanks."

"You're too hot to be single, what is this sorcery?"

"You can't say aesthetic to everything."

"I'm from another world, these laws don't apply to me!"

"I'd appreciate it if you don't scream honeybun in public."

"Think of what _____ would say!" "They'd probably say I don't care."

"Would being an atheist prevent me from receiving a Vision?"

"Ewww, a (weapon) user?"

"I'm gonna need you to do social distancing, about 100 meters away from me."

"Where's a restraining order when you need one?"

"Ohh." "Ohh?" "Rock." "Rock?" "Shiny rock."

"I would like to dedicate this song to my dearest friend." *screams*

"Awwe, you scared them away." "I think you did that yourself."

"I can hear them, the Gods." "What do they say?" "That you need to shut up."

"I wonder how it's like to be eaten whole by a slime."

"I don't think bandages is an appropriate date attire."

"There's this annoying pain at my side. My right side. Right next to me. This pain right here."

"How can one be THIS broke?"

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but s/he's right for once."

"This nation sucks, I'm leaving."

"You can't arrest me, this is the City of Freedom!"

"I can't even pick a meal myself and now you're making me choose between these hot wo/men?!"

"In my world, we call this a not-poggers moment."

"I never knew fishing could be competitive."

"You're too cold for your Vision."

"You're too hot for your Vision."

"Ugh, why can't this happen on a Sunday?"

"Which innocent bystander did you steal this from?"

"This team needs a power cheer."

"I'm so mad, I'd fight gods!"

"That Hilichurl is looking at me not nicely."

"THIS is why you're under MY supervision."

"There's a thing called ignorance and you're abusing the heck outta it."

"No amount of painkillers can relieve me from the headache that is you."

"And you said we're just here to PICK flowers."

"I know where this is going, and it's going somewhere I don't like."

[rantingwriter]

Accidentally in Love (Hawks x Civilian reader) Pt. 1

Trigger warning: depressive thoughts, mention of hospital and severe injury. Some angsty bits, but it will get fluffier later.

The blaring alarm wakes you up with a groan. "Another day….another day." You sigh as you sit up in a twin bed. "Oh, right...I stayed over at Rika's place. Ugh I hope I didn't do anything stupid in front of her and her husband." You rub your face, feeling the build up of oils from the long hours of stress you endured at work. Not to mention the slight hangover from last night. You get up to shower and get ready for work. You stare into the mirror as you brush your damp locks out. "What am I even doing?" The question has been weighing heavily in your mind for weeks now. You managed to land the job of your dreams, that's what you kept telling yourself at least. Your last real relationship was over 2 years ago, and you aren't even sure what you want to do now. You shake yourself out of your thoughts and go down to the kitchen, "Rika?" No response. 

You spot a note left for you on the counter, 'sorry emergency at the clinic. I'll see you at Fumiko's party next week. Please be careful on your way to work. -Rika p.s. there are painkillers and a bento for your lunch in the fridge.'' 

You smile full of gratitude, "she is too nice, I owe her one." You grab the bento and pocket the painkillers for later. Opting out of breakfast to go grab a can of coffee and get an early start to your work day. As you walk to the usual convenience store, a ruckus can be heard around the corner. "Nope, not my problem." You enter the store and get your go to brand of coffee: WAX coffee. You pay for the drink and cautiously walk back out into the streets, the sounds from earlier are still going. "Figured they would've dealt with that by now. I can't get to work at this rate…” You don’t exactly have a useful quirk outside your job. You can use threads and fibers nearby, whether they come from existing clothes or unused spools and weave them together to create cloth. You were like a human sewing machine, handy in a quilting store, not so handy in a crisis. As you weigh your options a sudden shockwave ripples through the air. You manage to keep your balance, but you don’t see the body plummeting towards you before they slam into you. Your head hits the concrete and you black out for a few moments.

“Hey kid, you okay?” You can hear a muffled voice speaking to you. The ringing in your ears and the stars in your eyes make it hard to discern the owner. “Kid, how many fingers am I holding up?” 

“Blevinteen?” You can barely hold your head up as you look around to get your bearings. You see your unopened can of coffee and reach for it. 

Another shockwave ripples by and you feel like you are gonna be sick. “Shit!” The stranger throws you over their shoulder and takes off. Once you are a safer distance away they carefully sit you on the ground. “Don’t move, medics should be here soon and they will take care of you.” The blurry visage of wings is all you can make out as your consciousness wanes. You give into the heavy pull of your eyelids, oblivious to the ongoing battle. 

When you finally come to, you are in the hospital with a throbbing headache and some extra wounds you don’t recall having last time you checked. “Where?” You look around to see your friend who works as an EMT standing by your bed. 

“Thank God you’re awake!” Fumiko flings her arms around your neck. “When they retrieved you from the rubble I was so worried!” 

“Fumi, Imma need you to take it down about 2 notches…” you hold your head to emphasize the reason.

“Right, sorry, I just…” she sniffles and wipes her cheeks with a handkerchief. “You’ve been in a coma for a week.” 

“A weEK?! Your voice cracks and you end up sending yourself into a coughing fit. She helps you to sit up to make it a little easier to clear your air way. “How? What even happened?!”

Your friend pulls up a chair and starts to fill you in on the last seven days. A horrible villain attack took place near the convenient store you always visit. The attack was small to start, but it quickly escalated to the point that buildings were destroyed. One of the said buildings collapsed on top of you. 

“Wait, I wasn’t in a building when it happened…” You couldn’t quite remember everything from that day, but you distinctly recall someone flying into you and reaching for your coffee can. 

“Doesn’t matter, even if you were just in the street you were stuck. The Heroes worked as fast as they could to get everyone out of the disaster zone.” 

“Damn…” You feel the weight of the situation hit you and you check yourself under the blanket. Your friend bows her head to avoid seeing your expression. “Fumi...where’s my foot?” 

“It...it was already gone when they recovered you…” You drop the blanket, you feel what was left of the color drain from your face. “The doctor said they can fit you for a prosthetic if you want one, but…”

“What?” Fumi bites her lip, “what else did they find?!” 

“You have a spinal injury, it’s not a complete one so there is hope to walk again, but for now...you are paralyzed from the waist down.” You feel everything go numb, you’ve lost a foot, you're paralyzed, and you’ve lost 7 days to a coma. “I’m so sorry [y/n],” she wraps her arms around you, but there is no warmth to be felt. Your life wasn’t exactly whole to begin with, but now it feels like it’s shattered completely. 

Shortly after filling you in, Fumi has to return to work, she was just checking on you during her break. It gives you alone time to process everything. As you stare out your window a thought occurs to you, who was it that crashed into you? You focus hard on the fuzzy image, the only discernible detail was the red, wing like appendages. You didn’t really follow the news or trends of pro-heroes, so you were honestly clueless as to who the mystery man was. A doctor eventually comes in to check on you and record your vitals. They discuss treatment options and a guesstimate to how long you would need to stay in the hospital. Your job was essentially forfeit for the duration of your recovery, if the place was even still standing. For the time being they advise you to rest and recover your strength before the more rigorous treatment started. You consent to the plan and are ready to settle in for a nap when the nurse assisting the doctor remembers something. 

“[Preferred pronoun], this was left for you at the front desk.” She hands you a slightly damaged can of coffee with a note attached.

“Thank you,” you murmur as you pull off the note to read it. 

‘Hey there kid, sorry for literally crash-landing into you and leaving you in such a dangerous area like that. I honestly thought I had you far enough away from the fight, obviously I was wrong. I wanted to visit you in person, but they said you weren’t awake yet. I’ll try again some other time, hang in there. -Hawks’ Your brows shoot up in surprise, a pro-hero wants to visit you? Probably a courtesy thing, maybe even a PR stunt, yet you can’t help the warmth that spreads through your chest. You flip the little paper over to find an addendum ‘by the way, you have great taste in coffee. I’ll be sure to bring you some more, if the staff will allow it.’ A little winky face is drawn on as well. It makes you smile, it hurts because your lips are seriously chapped, but you don’t mind. If nothing else, you might get a free coffee from this Hawks fella. 

[patt-writes-stuff]

Could I request a Shinso x reader fluff imagine? Maybe something along the lines of him and reader being in the hero course together and a year or two after graduating they see each other again and reader admits her affection for him even after that long away from each other? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Thank you so much for requesting!!! 💕 I had so much fun writing this that I wrote it all in one sitting. I’m pretty happy with the results and I hope you enjoy it!

Belated Confessions

Pairing: Shinsou x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Like one curse word?

Genre: Fluff

After three years of vigorous training and studying, you along with the rest of your classmates were finally graduating from U.A. High School.

You couldn’t be happier. Your time at high school had been anything but peaceful, what with constantly being targeted by villains and all, but it was all worth it. Soon, you and your friends would become real heroes who’d go out into the world and stop bad guys.

For now, you’d enjoy the graduation party Momo had been kind enough to host at her mansion house. The party doubled as a farewell party since some of your friends had chosen agencies in far away parts of Japan, or even other countries.

One of those people was your close friend and long term crush, Shinsou Hitoshi. The two of you had become fast friends after he joined the hero course in your second year. You bonded over your aspirations as heroes and love of all things cats.

Over the course of your friendship, you’d developed an almost embarrassingly large crush on the indigo haired boy. You planned to tell him as much tonight.

After much convincing from Mina and the other girls, you’d decided tonight would be the night in which you confessed your feelings to him. It could very well be your last chance to secure a future with him in it.

This is why, instead of being inside of Momo’s lavish house celebrating with the rest of your friends, you were outside in Momo’s garden walking through the gravel pathway with Shinsou at your side.

Mina had insisted it would be the perfect place for you to confess, saying the garden had a romantic aura to it. She wasn’t wrong, especially during the night time.

The full moon shone above you, casting a bluish light on the two of you. Stars were splattered over the night sky, twinkling faintly.

They were beautiful, yes, but not nearly as beautiful as the boy next to you.

Realizing you’d been quiet for too long, you took a deep breath, remembering all the pointers the girls had given you.

“So,” you started softly, “how do you feel about moving somewhere else? It must be nerve-wracking.”

“Yeah, I guess I’m a little nervous,” he said scratching the back of his neck, “I’m gonna miss a lot of things from here.”

“What are you going to miss the most?” You inquired, looking at him in the eye as if trying to tell you hoped he said ‘you’.

Instead, he said, “My friends. It’s gonna be hard to stay in touch with everyone. We’re all going our separate ways.”

You froze in your tracks. You hadn’t thought about that.

It was going to be hard to stay in contact with everyone, with everyone starting their new careers. You knew that. What you hadn’t accounted for was the distance. He was gonna be on the other side of the world. It would be difficult to maintain normal relationships, romantic ones would be near impossible.

What if you confessed and he rejected you because of it?

Even worse, what if you confessed to him and he returned your feelings, only to break up because of the distance? You knew what they said about long-distance relationships, they almost never worked out. You could break up and lose him entirely.

Were you willing to take that risk?

He slowed to a halt once he realized you had stopped walking. He looked at you, concern clear as day in his mesmerizing purple eyes.

No. You weren’t.

“Are you okay?” He asked, searching your face for any clues as to why you were suddenly so distressed.

“Yeah, everything’s totally fine,” you assured him, plastering a fake smile on your face, “I’m just a little cold. We should probably get back to the party.”

He seemed nowhere near convinced by your, admittedly, sloppy excuse but agreed nonetheless.

When you got back to the house, he was called over by Kaminari, who was debating with Sero whether or not he would get electrocuted if he stuck a fork into a socket.

Once he was out of earshot, Mina walked up to you. The huge, rather teasing, grin she wore melted away once she got a good look at the expression on your face.

“You didn’t tell him,” it was a statement, not a question but you nodded anyways, “Why?”

“Because he’s moving away and I don’t want to risk losing him as a friend,” you explained, shuffling one shoe a bit against the carpet.

“Ugh, That’s so stupid! You two were made for each other,” she whined, causing you to roll your eyes at your pink friend.

“If we’re ‘meant for each other’ then it’ll happen eventually,” you countered, patting your distressed friend’s back.

——-0——

Two years have passed since graduation. During that period of time, you’d created quite the name for yourself amongst the hero community. You were nowhere near the top ranks yet but you were rather proud of the progress you’d achieved in such a short time.

You loved your job more than anything. Sure, the paperwork sucked and the hours were crazy, but it was so worth it. You got to save people and make a difference in your community. It was truly fulfilling.

That being said, you were currently rethinking your life choices.

You’d been patrolling for what felt like forever. Today had felt especially busy, with villains causing trouble left and right. They were low-level thugs really, nothing life-threatening, but boy did they cause a hassle.

When you got back to the agency, you were tired and sore, not to mention hungry. You wanted nothing more than to go home, change into the comfiest clothes you owned, and get some food that wasn’t a quick convenience store snack in your system.

Only instead, you had piles of paperwork to fill out.

You finished well after 5 p.m. Once you did, you wholeheartedly refused to cook something, opting instead to visit the Cafe near the agency.

It had great food and the owners let their pet cats roam around the place. You and Shinsou would often frequent it back in high school to spend time with the cats on weekends.

Thinking of Shinsou, you couldn’t help but miss him terribly. You kept in contact as best as you could, with your busy schedules and conflicting time zones, but you’d drifted away. It was nobody's fault, really, circumstance was really just a bitch.

You’d tried to get over him by going out with other people but it never worked out. Sometimes they just couldn’t seem to handle your hectic career, other times they didn’t get your sense of humor. Most of the time they just weren’t enough like a certain someone.

You entered the cafe, a dinging noise announcing your presence. You went up to the counter, ordered your food, and then plopped into what used to be your usual booth back in the day.

Your favorite cat, Mochi, a tortoiseshell and white cat jumped up to the table, demanding your attention. You smiled tiredly, giving her the pats she so greatly desired.

“You have it easy Mochi,” you told her, “All you have to do all day is be adorable. I have to chase around smelly old villains.”

“That’s true,” a very not cat, very familiar voice said, “but somehow I can’t help but think that your life is much more interesting than hers.”

You whipped your head around only to be face to face with Shinsou. He hadn’t changed much after two years. His hair was crazy as ever, indigo locks shooting all over the place and he still had his trademark dark circles under his eyes. He definitely had more muscle though, showing that his time working outside the country had paid off.

“I don’t know about that, Mochi here sees a lot of people every day,” you joked, breaking out in a grin. You stood up, much to Mochi’s displeasure, to pull Shinsou into a bone-crushing hug. After probably a little more time than strictly necessary, you let go, looking up at him. He seemed taller than he had been last time…

“You didn’t tell me you were back in Japan!” You exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger his way. You sat back down, motioning for him to take a seat on the other side of the table.

“I wasn’t planning on telling anyone until I was settled into my new place. We both know Kaminari is gonna drag me into the nearest night club the moment I do,” he explained, sitting down and rubbing the cat's ears affectionately.

“You’re moving back to Japan? That’s amazing!” You were sure you were practically glowing right now, radiating pure, unadulterated happiness.

The two of you talked about everything and anything. From his life abroad to the new agency he’d be working at to how all your classmates were nowadays. There was never a lull in the conversation, both of you happy to be in each other’s presence after so long.

Eventually, the two of you had to leave, since the cafe was closing for the night. So, after petting all the cat's goodbye, both of you exited the building.

Your apartment was very close by but Shinsou insisted on walking you home. You agreed since neither of you was quite ready to say goodbye to one another quite yet.

“I gotta ask,” you started, “how come you came back? Did you not like it there?”

“It was fine. There was just something, someone, missing. It didn’t feel like home,” he sounded almost bashful and maybe it was a trick of the streetlights shining dimly above you, but you could’ve sworn he was blushing.

After that, the two of you walked in comfortable silence for a bit.

Something about the atmosphere reminded you so much of the night of the graduation party two years back. Maybe it was how you were once again walking side by side under the moon and stars or maybe it was because for the first time in two years you felt butterflies in your stomach.

“You know back in high school I had the biggest crush on you ever,” you blurted out once you stopped at your building’s entrance. You were mortified. Why would you just say that?

“Oh,” was all he said after a beat of silence.

“Yeah,” you said, “I was gonna tell you during the party. Ask you out and stuff. But then...I didn’t.”

You might as well tell him everything. Maybe now you could finally move on, try seeing other people without wondering about the ‘what if’s.

“I would’ve said yes. I- uh- I still would, actually,” if he wasn’t blushing back then, he was definitely blushing now. Then again, you probably looked much more flustered than he did right now.

With your heart beating a mile a minute, you asked, rather shyly, “Do you maybe wanna go out sometime?”

“I’d love to.”

You both stood there for a minute, looking at each other like lovesick fools, fully content.

“I should get going,” said, snapping out of his slight daze, “it’s getting pretty late. I’m sure you have work tomorrow.”

He moved to leave but before he could, you grabbed his wrist, pulling him back. He looked at you questioningly but you just smiled, getting a bit on your tippy-toes for a long-overdue kiss.

Somewhere else in Japan, Mina’s romance senses were tingling

Tags: @wesparklebitch

[imaginationfanstar]

Princess Prom Aftermath

The missing scene where Glimmer and Bow get separated after they get captured at Princess Prom

Bow’s eyes blinked open slowly. His vision was blurry, his head foggy, and his body felt heavy like lead. A quiet groan escaped his lips before he shut his eyes tightly to see if that would help. When he opened his eyes again, the first thing he noticed was the dark metal floor moving beneath him. He was confused at first but as he started regaining his senses he became aware of the acrid smell in the air, the sound of machinery whirling and the feeling of his arms being held tightly behind his back as he was dragged forward. He blinked rapidly as his breath picked up trying to remember what had happened. The last thing he could remember clearly was going to find his cummerbund after his argument with Glimmer. However, as soon as he had walked out of the hall, he felt a stinging pain in his lower back and then everything went dark.

His heart was still pounding by the time he’d gained feeling in the rest of limbs, but he slowly calmed his breathing, kept his body limp and his head down as he discreetly surveyed his surroundings. From what he could see, it was clear that he was no longer in the Kingdom of Snows. Instead of beautiful but cold ice walls, he was surrounded by ugly metal walls illuminated by harsh green lighting. At his sides were a tall, green-skinned lizard man and a dark-skinned girl with dreads, restraining his arms as they hauled him along. He could vaguely recall his first encounter with them on the mission to recruit Mermista into the Rebellion when the Horde had attacked the Sea Gate. His best guess was that he was in the Fright Zone.

His stomach dropped as his gut was filled with dread. He was starting to have trouble keeping his breathing under control. He had never seriously entertained the possibility of ever being captured by the Horde. Sure, he’d been in danger before, but things had never felt as dire or uncertain as they were now. With the rules set in place at princess prom this was last thing he expected to happen. He couldn’t imagine what they’d do to him now that he was within their grasp. Would they torture him for information? Kill him out right. He wondered whether his friends would be able to rescue him before it was too late. If he died, his friends would be devastated. Adora would blame herself and Angella and Glimmer would probably take it the hardest considering they had lost King Micha the same way. Then there was his family. His dads… his dads didn’t even know he was fighting for the Rebellion. If he didn’t make it, they would never know what happened him. It would be like he’d just disappeared. His heart broke at the very thought. His spiraling descent into depression was interrupted, however, by a soft murmuring sound behind him in a voice that caused his heart to sink even further.

“Wha- Bow.”

He gasped and his eyes widened in shock. What was she doing here? he thought. He couldn’t believe they had gotten her too. “Glimmer!” he shouted back. Getting his feet under him, he glanced back to see his best friend being dragged along behind him by the white-haired scorpion woman who threw him off that Horde battleship in Salineas. His friend’s eyes were glazed over but they were rapidly clearing up.

“Bow?!” she gasped. Then she started fighting her captor furiously as she lunged toward him. “Bow! Let him go!” “Whoa, hey!” Scorpia exclaimed while trying to keep a hold of her fellow princess. Shouting furiously Glimmer disappeared in a cloud of her signature sparkles and reappeared beside Bow’s captors. She tossed a blinding ball of glittery magic into each of their faces to distract them. At the shouting Catra, who’d been carrying Adora’s sword, turned around and ran quickly back towards them. Bow yanked his arm out of one of his captor’s grasp, ripping his sleeve off in the process, and reached out towards his friend. Just as Glimmer was about to grasp his out-stretched hand, Catra tackled her to the ground but not before tossing the sword to Scorpia.

“I don’t think so princess,” Catra taunted as she made to restrain her.

“Ugh! Get off me!” Glimmer shouted. The two of them grappled with each other heatedly trying to get the upper hand. Glimmer’s dress started accumulating rips and tears from how hard she tried fighting the cat girl off. She even tried teleporting a few times to get some distance but refused to move too far away from her friend. Unfortunately, Catra was too fast, being able to remain nearly on top of her the whole time. Bow was in a similar predicament as he too fought furiously against tough odds as he struggled with two strong opponents to reach his friend.

“Keep them apart. Don’t let them anywhere near each other,” Catra ordered. While the two were distracted Scorpia was able to sound an alarm that brought soldiers running. Just as Glimmer teleported to a new location a Horde soldier was able to get behind her and shock her harshly with a stun baton. The princess cried out in pain before collapsing to the ground unconscious.

“Glimmer!” Bow shouted in panic before being forced to the ground with his arms wrenched behind his back. As his arms were cuffed together, he watched as their captor’s did the same to his friend.

“Take the boy to one of the holding cells,” Catra said as she straightened her rumpled suit. “Take the Princess to Shadow Weaver, she’ll know how to neutralize her indefinitely.”

“What? NO!” Bow shouted frantically. He tried fighting again even though he knew it was futile. “Don’t do this! You can’t separate us like this! Let her go! Glimmer!” She didn’t even stir as they were both roughly dragged away from each other.

He couldn’t believe how horribly things had gone. All he’d wanted was to have a good time at a fancy party with his friends. Instead, they barely spent any time together, he spent the whole evening telling the same stupid joke, got into a fight with his best friend, and got captured by the Horde. He should’ve just gone with Glimmer. Then they would have never gotten separated. They wouldn’t have fought. They wouldn’t have gotten captured. This wouldn’t (possibly) be the last time he ever saw his best friend again.

Here’s the post that inspired this fic

https://tippenfunkaport.tumblr.com/post/626114706137055232/you-ever-just-sit-around-and-think-about-how-when

Shout out to @tippenfunkaport. You’re amazing! This is my first fanfic post ever and it’s all thanks to you.

[blissfulsun]

will you do an imagine with 14/17/19 from the prompt list? love your imagines and just want to say you seem super sweet (:

of course love!💖 thank you so much and I'm sorry it took so long!!! I seem to have gotten into the habit of half writing everything i rly need to stop that😭

word count: 785

Don’t want to be your friend, I wanna kiss your neck // Jeff Wittek

Excessive drinks and the multiple shots taken with Zane landed you in the current predicament.

You zone in and out of conversation with your blonde friend, Corinna just rambling on about her current boyfriend in a drunken stupor.

‘He just...ugh he drives me crazy you know?' She groans and you swallow, watching a brown haired man laughing across from you in the VIP booth.

'Trust me, I know' you respond, speech emphasised and slurred.

Jeff has been avoiding you while your thoughts have been circulating solely around him ever since earlier that night.

You didn't know what to make of the kiss. It was all for a stupid game, you reason with yourself, mind flashing back to the tipsy round of spin the bottle David encouraged for some footage before your group left for the bar.

Neither of you excepted the rush of feelings which slapped you seemingly out of nowhere in the act.

He was so close yet a painful distance away, the alcohol in your system making it seem like a bigger issue than it was.

Jeff finally noticing your obvious staring, observing in return, skin prickling at the intense look he didn't really mind.

You looked good, too good and suddenly your friends and the table separating the pair of you was frustrating him beyond words.

‘This is my song!! Let's go" Natalie screamed grabbing you and others around, he could've kissed her there and then in thanks.

His hands wrap around your waist on the dance floor before any of the drunk strangers could take their opportunity.

You don't question it, falling into his tall body comfortably.

Jeff's hands slithered lower around your back at some point, fingers grasping at your bum causing yourself to raise your eyebrows and eye him, his focus solely on your corresponding movements.

He only shrugs innocently, leaning in "wanted to make sure that blondie by the bar got the hint" his lips grazed against your earlobe.

‘When did you get so possessive?’ You tease in reply, arms wrapping around his neck to keep him close, neither caring about the grins and looks you keep receiving from the others.

Jeff raised an eyebrow "you don't know what you do to me, do you?" His words were emphasised by a teasing pull at the strap of your dress.

You swallow, lost on how to respond to his confession. He continues, 'god, you're so fuckin' cute'.

Your drunk smile widens at the compliment, contagious enough to pull his own.

'Doll I- about what happened at Dav-'

‘guys! We are going to a strip club' Todd's decoration interrupts his stream of thought, arms wrapping around the pair of you obliviously.

Your distaste is obvious, nose scrunching up as you refuse, 'yeaaah, no I think I'm good' you decide.

'Actually, I'm going to take y/n back, she doesn't feel too good' Jeff offers, quickly joining in your rejection of the plans.

‘Oh...OH okay, I see you two' Toddy stumbles, winking obnoxiously at the pair of you.

You say your goodbyes outside and grab a cab in the opposite direction to your friends.

'What were you saying earlier?' You ask, scooting impossibly closer to the man in the backseat.

‘I...’he stares, admiring the tipsy glow adorning your pretty features.

Jeff wraps his hand around your thigh, ‘I really enjoyed kissing you. Been wanting' to again all night princess" he confesses, swallowing any worries.

‘You should have, would've kissed you back you know" your softer hands play with the zipper of his jacket, words honest.

'I want to feel like this forever' you continue, the two of you candidly looking the other in the eyes.

You realised it at some point earlier in the night when you kept gravitating towards each other, every advance attempted by a random hot stranger towards either going unreturned.

The rest of the drive to your apartment was spent in silence. He grasps your hand upon entering the elevator.

'You wanna come in?" your voice is nervous as you stand outside the front door. Jeff hesitates, 'I'm...I should head back, you have an early flight tomorrow right?" he bit his lip at your frown.

The door closing behind your lonely frame.

Have you read the signs wrong? The stressing is put on pause at the rushed knock on the door you were still leaning against.

Jeff stood on the other side, "Jeff? Wha-" "I'm going to kiss you now" he states, somehow out of breath.

This time, he doesn't hesitate, doesn't pull away to the distracting cheers and hollers of your friends, instead, he can finally focus on the thunderstorm wagering inside his chest. I want to feel like this forever, you think to yourself once again.