#when your phone is in a plastic bag + you are wearing 2 sets of gloves + your glasses are clouding over because you're in a mask + hood

[clowndensation]

i think my most controversial opinion is that i love phone calls and hate emails. boss emails me and i'm like. this could have been a phone call.

[nashusglasses]

by convenience

note: Hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is a writing exercise! I like writing about silly people!!!!!!!!!! Everyone is really silly here!!!!!!! Drabble requests OK 👌🏼

PAIRING. gojo/reader SETTING. college au WARNINGS. vignette-style. friends pining for friends. gojo asking shoko what size her coochie is. general tomfoolery. SUMMARY. You keep him grounded.

(0.9)

"When we graduate, do you think it'll always be like this?"

The gravel digs up Gojo's ass where you both sit on the sidewalk curb. In the glow of the setting sun, you sip hard on your soda. Cicadas sing a stilted song. "Like what?" He asks.

He watches you shrug. Lately he's noticed a vacancy in your eyes. Like you're looking for something that's right in front of you, but he's too scared to ask you if you're doing okay. You're always stressed.

"I don't want to leave yet," you say simply.

Gojo stretches his legs out. They're too long to bend. He looks at your knees, the rough skin of childhood mishaps. Suddenly, he's reminded that you've lived a long life before meeting each other.

"Don't think about that yet," he mumbles.

You nod, crushing the aluminum in your hand. He wants to sit closer till your shoulders knock, but it's too hot for that. For the rest of night, Gojo will think about how pretty you look in the evening light.

(1)

Ieiri Shoko, in all her astuteness, had a stupid request.

Gojo Satoru, however, was even stupider.

He likes the campus convenience store. The air conditioning blasts high, makes the sweat on his neck more bearable. He decides he’ll grab a packet of popsicles on his way out, then stares forlornly at the problem he faces. 

shoko who’s stinky [2:34 PM]: hey while you’re there, buy me two packs of cigarettes? shoko who’s stinky [2:34 PM]: toss in some pads too. shoko who’s stinky [2:35 PM]: woke up to a blood bath

It’s easy enough of a request. But now that he stares at the rows of different coloured pads and their packaging, he wonders if he should have asked for more clarification.

While he flounders for a way to politely ask Shoko what the fuck it is she’s asking him for (because he's ready to suggest that she just get a hysterectomy, for god's sake), he feels someone come up next to him.

They don’t take too long to pick a pack. It’s the purple ones, the ones that say 5 at the bottom, and Gojo feels the light flicker on in his head. Of course.

gojo [2:37 PM]: I’m here gojo [2:37 PM]: so what size pussy you wear 😁 shoko who’s stinky [2:39 PM]: satoru shoko who’s stinky [2:39 PM]: you need to kill yourself 😁

He cackles. And then the person looks at him, startled by his volume, and Gojo’s about to apologize quickly when instead, he says: 

“Oh.”

"Yeah, oh," you retort. "Don't tell me you just asked Shoko how big her pussy is."

Gojo makes a choked noise. "What do you think of me?"

"Don't lie. And your phone brightness is all the way up." All thoughts of you suddenly becoming a mind reader dissipate from his head. He secretly adjusts the brightness when you bend over to look at other choices of pads. "Shoko was right."

"About?"

Promptly, you spin around and throw the pads at him. He shrieks like it hurts. "You not knowing how to talk to girls."

"I know how to talk to girls," he scoffs. "And why the hell are you here?"

Your eyes harden. "My class just finished. And Shoko had a feeling you were going to do something stupid, so she called me to keep an eye on you."

Leave it to Shoko to send reinforcements. He's almost hurt that her faith in him is that low, but he's not complaining. He'll never complain if it's you.

"My guardian angel," Gojo sighs, stars in his eyes.

You stomp on his foot. He yelps, and cries out in anguish when you force him to buy you iced coffee.

(2)

As you walk back along the sidewalk, you complain about the condensation on the cup making your palm wet.

Gojo thinks about how nice the cold would feel if he held your hand.

(3)

Once you drop off the plastic bag of your goodies at Shoko's dorm, you excuse yourself to shower. Gojo stands at her door, unmoving.

Shoko doesn't look at him. "Yes?"

"I hope you step in something wet with your socks on," Gojo announces.

"Eh?"

"I hope you miss your alarm tomorrow morning. I hope you trip on the leg of your chair and bruise your forehead. I hope your cereal gets soggy and tastes like cardboard."

"Hmph." Shoko opens a pack of cigarettes, reaches for one, then decides against it. She got her ass beat by the residency supervisor the last time it smelled like smoke. "You can go now."

"Can't," Gojo says.

"Why?"

"I'm in love with our best friend, and I don't want her to leave for her graduate program, and you have to do something about it because you're smarter than me," he anguishes.

(3.5)

Shoko tells him she can't do anything about it, and that he should still go ahead with killing himself for egregiously insulting her.

(4)

Gojo's bored. He crumples up the sixth love letter he's gotten today from some underclassman, and flicks it at your forehead while you study.

"Suck your mom," you hiss.

"Pay attention to me."

"No."

"I will literally wither into nothing if you don't look at me right now," Gojo seethes.

You look at him. He feels like he's on top of the world.

(5)

You're drunk. But not too drunk, because Gojo knows you hate throwing up, and you're one of the lucky ones that immediately get tipsy off two shots of hard liquor.

Shoko and Utahime sing a lovely ballad about two lovers reuniting after a bad breakup. They play their parts with passion, standing in front of the TV in this cramped karaoke room, and Gojo's taking a video to post on his story when all of a sudden--

"Oof," you sigh, plopping into his lap. "Sorry. 'm made of jello."

"Oh," Gojo chokes. He stops recording when you wrap your arms around his neck, bring his ear down to your mouth. You smell like lemon and perfume.

"I always thought you'd feel more bony." (Gojo instinctively flexes.) "But you're meaty. Hehe. Meeeeeeaty."

He's scared his nose might start bleeding. He wraps his arms around you to stop the shaking in his hands. "That's creepy," he warbles, but truthfully he just had a thought about you biting him and he short-circuits a little bit.

"I like when you hug me," you say. Gojo feels himself fall even deeper.

(6)

He's sitting with you again on the sidewalk curb. This time, he sits closer, and your shoulders knock when you laugh at his joke, and the infinity of space between you lessens by a fraction.

"You look pretty today," he confesses.

You splutter into your soda. Then you smile, and say, "You're not so bad-looking, either," and his mind rushes with a thousand different ways to beg you not to leave, and the gravel is still hard on his ass. All he does is sit there, listening to those cicadas chirping again, wondering if he'll ever be able to forget the way your mouth closes on that soda can, or how you lean your head on his shoulder in the next second.

He'll wait forever for you, he decides, and rests his head on yours, too.

[slavic-roots-western-mind]

Backpack must-haves: College edition

Pens, laptop, notebooks, water, some cash and a charger with the odd mint or tictac chilling somewhere at the bottom of your bag.

Scrambling around, trying to find your ratty notebook, and then asking your impeccable, super organized neighbor for a pen 6 minutes after class has started only to be shushed by the person in front of you and having 10 heads swivel back and glare at you for interrupting their flow.

Sounds familiar? That was the state of my learning and my bag during my first week of uni, after which my itinerary was promptly overhauled and reorganized.

Question: If your backpack is messy and disorganized, how will that reflect on your studies in the long-run? Not great, so let's go through my back pack must-have's so that you have one less thing to stress about.

1. A pencil case with: 4x pens, 2x pencils, 1x sharpener, 1x eraser, 3x highlighters, 1x scissors, 1x small glue.

The amount and items vary, depending on your major and personal use, but an actual pencil case is a must have. It doesn't need to be flashy, or designer.

Even a plastic ziplock bag will do!

You just need a bag or a container to store your pens so that instead of scrambling at the bottom of your bag and hopelessly trying to find a working pen, you know exactly where everything is.

2. Electronics: 1x phone charger, 1x laptop with charger, headphones

One of the worst things that can happen is low batter, so come prepared! Bring along your phone and laptop charger (if you need your lapop that day) just in case.

3. Your beauty & health case

If you wear makeup regularly, you probably already have a small makeup bag with your products.

Other people, myself included should also have a smaller bag, but not just for makeup or makeup at all.

This case should have tampons, pads, a spare set of underwear and socks (you never know when the rain decides to go apocolyptic, and going back home in wet socks is unpleasant), gum, painkillers, any meds that you may need, deodorant, body spray, hand sanitizer, tissues, some emergency cash, lipbalm etc.

Once again, the actual contents may vary, but the point stands. Get a separate case or bag for your health products, so that instead of trying to juggle several items when going to the bathroom, you can just remove your case and go do your business quickly and easily.

When possible, streamline the process.

4. A full water bottle

Staying hydrated is a must, especially during the start of the school year. All the running around the campus, trying to remember in which buliding your classes are require enough liquids.

Early autumn tends to be quite hot in my region, and only starts to cool off in mid November, so my water bottle requires constant re-filling.

Your studies will thank you, as an over-heated, dehydrated student with a raging headache is rarely a productive student.

(Source: me and a few other uni students who chose coffee over water one time too many, and lived to tell the tale. Oh the regret. Anyway. Live and learn.)

5. Food

Who has time to wake up in the morning, cook a proper lunch, pack it neatly into your lunchbox, shower, get dressed, and make it in time for your morning class bright-eyed and energized?

Not many students, especially uni students commuting to class for 1-2hrs each day.

I should probably make a separate post about meal prep on a money and time budget (lmk if that'll be useful!), but the bottom line is this:

You need to eat, and the on campus cafe's usually charge an arm and a leg, so there are a few options available.

A. Cook overnight and bring leftovers and some snacks to tide you over with you. Snacks may include fruit, sandwiches, some chips etc. Small and light.

B. Live solely on pre-bought snacks. Works for some people, not so much for others. A good option, as long as the snacks have some substance (cheetos don't count! Think more like a fruit cup, or a chicken sandwhich).

C. Depending on your location, some campuses are located in a city, so a quick 10 min bus ride to a grocery store is likely to offer more variety and better lunch options. I

've certainly done that, and guess what? The daily bus ticket and my shawarma cost less than a fancy sandwhich so there's always that!

6. The stationary: Notebooks, textbooks, a planner

Your course may require you to use just one notebook, whereas you may go through 10 notebooks per term in a different class.

Look up the syllabus and email your lecturer in advance to know what material you will need.

Don't forget to include some extra notebooks for your own out-of-class studying. Using the same notebook can have varying results.

Personally, I don't need anyone else seeing my notebook filled with what appears to be incomprehensible scribblings and ramblings, when it's just me annotating my answers to practise questions.

You may like many people use an online planner, but nothing beats having an on paper entry. Besides, it's more convenient to use in those weak or no signal buildings, with wifi so weak that they shouldn't have bothered wiring the building.

7. The wallet

Campus ID, personal ID, card, cash, driver's license, health card, maybe a business card or two.

You never know when you might need any of these things, as things happen, especially on college campuses, so always carry around some cash and an ID of some sort.

[pretendfan]

It’s the most wonderful time of the year…{2}

{This wasn’t supposed to be happening right now, Chris Smith had been all set to leave his trailer and head out into the night for his date, but when Adrian Chase comes knocking at the door there is always trouble.

Bored with patrolling around Evergreen Adrian knew exactly where to go, hang out with his bff at his place only things don’t go to plan, and next thing he knows he’s offering to decorate Peacemakers trailer for the holiday season but there is a small catch attached.

There were bad ideas and then there was this one stupidly agreeing to go out with a work friend, leaving you zoning out of the conversation because instead you were thinking of someone else the whole time, but then a chance falls into your lap to win back the night only it’s hanging out with the very last person you wanted to see right now.}

Part Two under the cut

Standing by his most prized possession the car of his wettest dreams Chris still loved his Ford Comet, even after all this time it was just that he hadn’t planned on taking his eagle with him, on this undoubtedly sexy date slash hook up.

But there was no chance that he would leave him with you and Adrian, so instead he had to drive here despite having drunk several beers already, but Chris knew that eventually he would need someone to come get Eagly if the evening took a turn.

“I’m definitely getting laid tonight!” Chris announces to his eagle, who dips his head in indifference to the whole statement.

“In the meantime I will leave you with some chips and maybe someone from the team can get you later.” Chris nods as he opens a bag of Doritos and the eagle spreads his wings in delight.

Hopping back into his car Chris leaves the passenger side window ajar, many people knew this was his vehicle so no one would fuck with it, especially if it had Eagly in there because nothing would come between him and his chips.

“I will check in on you soon buddy.” Chris waves at his eagle who ignore him, as he locks up his car ready for the fun to finally begin.

A quick check of his phone shows no missed calls from either the nurse or Adrian, meaning that you two could finally be getting along the very idea makes him chuckle, because he knew you both had it bad but neither knew how to proceed.

Maybe this was the kick in the gut that both of them clearly needed, only he doubted that anything would happen tonight, meanwhile he had more chance with a blonde who was in his line of sight.

From afar he could see a passing resemblance to Harcourt, the very thought makes him smile but Chris let’s it pass when now stood in front of her, he sees no signs of the badass blonde who he worked alongside.

“Finally, I didn’t think you were gonna show up?” The blonde questions with a grin as she asks him “I thought you would be wearing your suit tonight.”

“I’m off duty, and ready to party.” Winks back Chris placing a large hand on the lower back of the curvy blonde, who giggles as they head into the bar walking closely beside one another.

Pretty soon with beers in hand they head on over to the nearest table, several people glancing in their direction but Chris put it down to the American flag dress that his date was wearing, yet he didn’t care because she looked amazing in it.

“Fuck yeah!” Shouts Adrian causing you to turn round, and see him holding up a mostly full bottle of vodka, complete with two plastic cups and a wide excited grin on his face.

“This is exactly what we need right now!” You cheer walking over to take the cups as he places the vodka on the messy glass coffee table.

“Plus I’ve found the tree and some lights so we can finally decorate!” Adrian nods happily walking out of the living area to retrieve said items.

“What about tree decorations? Couldn’t we just cut up some of those magazines you found.” You joke with an eye roll aimed at Adrian, as he reappears dragging a small box into the centre of the room.

“I think Peacemaker would kill us both because some of those actually looked vintage.” Adrian shrugs as he drops the box down onto the floor and starts opening it, whilst you suddenly noticed how tight his black long sleeve was when he wasn’t wearing his armour.

“I wouldn’t touch them without gloves anyway, especially if some of the pages are stuck together.” You joke back causing Adrian to look up and pull a face, but it’s closely followed by a cheeky smirk.

“We can look at them together later-“

“But first we need to sort this tree out and to do that we need some vodka!” You cut off Adrian before he said anything flirty, because you wasn’t sure what you would do if he even did.

“Good idea!” Adrian winks in your direction as he picks up the bottle, thankfully looking away at the same time you feel heat spread across your chest.

Several badly measured shots later and you were both ready, switching the TV to a music channel on cable that was playing festive hits it was time, cue lots of playful bickering as the tree was placed in the middle of the room with swaths of gold tinsel almost covering it completely.

“Shouldn’t we have put the lights on first of all?” You question with a smile whilst feeling warm, and it definitely wasn’t just because of those two shots of vodka.

“Let’s just go with the flow!” Adrian announces pulling large white lights out of a carrier bag, luckily not knotted up too badly, but he was totally gonna need your help with that though.

“Another drink-“

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” Adrian asks playfully which both pleases you, and makes you giggle which was an unpleasant surprise.

“I don’t know why I just made that noise!” You groan in embarrassment.

“It was cute that��s what it was!” Cuts in Adrian with a grin his green eyes, holding your gaze right back which makes everything else fall out of focus.

Until you quickly look away first pulling on the lights to signal that you were ready, a few moments later Adrian gets the idea and proceeds to chuck them at the tree.

“That is not how you-“

“Chuck the lights on first and then tidy them up after it’s quick and painless.” Adrian cuts you off with a snort.

“Why not just wind them round we can pass the strands to one another and get it done.” You state back firmly knowing that your idea would get this done a lot quicker, and onto the fun part actually decorating the tree.

“But you’re shorter than me.” Adrian declares with the a cocky smile.

For what feels like hours but is merely minutes the pair of you argue, when in that time you could’ve easily fixed this, but both of you were stubborn it appeared and neither wanted to back down it was fucking ridiculous.

In the end you leave Adrian to his own devices heading to the bathroom instead, checking your reflection in the grubby mirror and its exactly what you thought, large pupils and a warm smile on your face because despite it all you were actually enjoying yourself.

Glancing around the small bathroom you clock three plastic tubs, pushed up against the wall brazenly sticking out because they looked full of Christmas decorations, just the thing that you were looking for it was a festive miracle.

“Look what I found!” You begin having dragged one of the tubs out into the living area, spotting Adrian when he returns with two bottles of beer in his hands and a small grin on his face.

“Cool, here take this peace offering!” Adrian brandishes one of the beers in your face, which you happily take with a nod and a muffled thanks as you take a long gulp of drink.

It’s also then that you notice the lights were still half hanging off the tree, almost as if Adrian had given up, but that just wouldn’t do because this was his damn idea after all.

“Do you need a hand?” You ask subtly motioning to the tree, but glancing back you spot the wide eyed look on your teammates face.

“Are you flirting with me again? We both know what happened the last time.” Adrian chuckles deeply, which causes you to choke on a mouthful of beer, which escapes from your mouth and ends up all down your tank top.

“I was joking.” Adrian looks at you in alarm once again, whilst you move your wet top from your bare skin, suddenly finding it very warm in here when you clock the look on his face.

“It will dry out does Chris have anymore beers around here or what?!” You ask loudly the last word in that sentence coming out as a girly squeak, hurriedly rushing off towards the fridge, somewhere you could go and bury your head for five minutes.

Clearly the answer to this mishap was more alcohol, also some food because you hadn’t eaten in a while, and you needed something to soak up the imminent drinks that you would be consuming pretty soon.

Despite having lost count of the alcohol you had you were doing pretty well, the festive spirit was well and truly in your bloodstream, resulting in you feeling a little lightheaded but you could hold your own.

Grabbing a large bag of chips off the side you pick out as many beers as you could hold, tucking them under your arms and against your chest, as you purposefully head back into the living area watching Adrian just as he finishes with the lights.

“Looking good!” You announce with a sly smirk unable to help yourself, especially when you were around this guy.

“See! I told you that I could make this place festive-“

“I didn’t mean the tree, never mind!” You shake your head with a soft chuckle that causes Adrian’s lips to part slowly.

“Oh! You meant me? Well sure I definitely look good cause I’m always working out you know.” Adrian nods with a smirk, looking quite pleased with his rebuttal, despite the fact that it was unwarranted.

“Could you use those muscles to go and grab the other two plastic tubs, unless they have more porn in them otherwise just leave them there.” You ask Adrian in a sweet voice that makes him silently nod, then dart out of the living area hurriedly.

Making sure not to spill more drink over yourself, you pay attention to your actions by drinking carefully and trying to open the chips with your other hand, a feat you perform with the help of using your teeth and telling yourself to relax.

This was kind of fun whatever this was with Adrian just the pair of you hanging out, definitely not some kind of date why would that thought cross your mind, and even if it was a date there would be far better places to go than Peacemaker’s trailer.

Watching Adrian return carrying both of the plastic tubs on top of one another, you fail not to notice how his arm muscles flex plus he had pulled up the sleeves on his shirt, revealing his forearms and we all know that is basically what catnip is to cats but for women.

“What’s wrong?” Adrian asks thankfully interrupting your thoughts before they turned x rated, causing you to look up and shake your head real quick.

“Nothing, I’m just surprised at how much stuff Chris has in way of decorations!” You exclaim a little louder than planned, whilst placing a hand on your cheek in mock shock which was really going a step too far.

“I know right?!” Adrian replies thankfully ignoring the fact, that you’ve had a short leave of your senses, please return back to sender by December twenty fourth.

Dipping his head into one of the plastic boxes, you take this moment to shove a large handful of chips into your mouth, because then there was no way you could say something stupid if you had your mouth full with food.

“There is some good stuff here!” Announces Adrian pulling out a box of baubles, adorned with the American flag which was typical Peacemaker you decided with a grin.

Setting to work the pair of you decorate the tree in all kinds of festive trinkets, even some homemade ones made from Matchbox cars with string glued to them, both silent to a point until a song on the TV has you humming along.

“This song is a classic-“

“It will remain stuck in my head till the day I die.” You joke back breaking into the chorus of rocking around the Christmas Tree.

“Somebody’s finally feeling festive!” Grins Adrian as he watches you shaking your hips, whilst you sing off key for all to hear, but it’s definitely a very cute look.

“Well.” You begin with a blush having gotten a little too carried away there, it was definitely because of the beer adding “It now looks like Christmas in here!”

“It does doesn’t it!” Adrian cheers proudly folding his arms across his chest which makes you instantly look away.

Instead you focus on the extensive use of tinsel, hanging it all around Chris’ living area hoping that he wouldn’t just pull it all down, because you two had spent a whole hour or so throwing it all around the place.

“Peacemaker better appreciate this.” You mutter quietly under your breath so Adrian couldn’t hear your voice.

Eyes narrowed Chris cannot believe the utter audacity of this dude at the bar right now, approaching the blonde named Lita who was supposedly here with him, as he watches her embrace the douche bag and a jolt of annoyance spreads across his face.

“What the fuck?” Chris grimaces not usually the jealous type, but even from here the guy looked like a hot mess what the hell was going on here.

Pushing his seat back as he stood up Chris slowly wandered over to the bar, trying to look like he was uninterested in what was happening, despite the fact that his hands were both balled up.

“Hey Peacemaker!” Lita exclaims excitedly at the same time that Chris notices the look, heavy in meaning that passes between his date and the guy next to her.

“Where’s my beer?” Chris questions with a laugh but it falls flat as Lita’s face turns into a scowl and her friend coughs awkwardly into his right hand.

“Hi, I’m Jonah!” The guy next to Chris announces with a smile, nodding his thanks to Lita as she places a beer in front of him.

“You have to work for yours baby.” States Lita with a wink, that ugly grimace from earlier disappearing, as a pretty smile replaced it thankfully.

“So, how do you two know one another then?” Chris questions which he hopes in a nonchalant voice, causing Lita to tug at the bottom of her short strapless dress not meeting his eye.

“Old friends-“

“We used to date!” Lita practically shouts cutting off Jonah who gives her a wide eyed look.

“I could use that beer right about now.” Chris deadpans back with a dark look on his face.

“Are you jealous?” Questions Lita with a laugh.

“Have you ever saved the world?” Chris asks Jonah in a serious voice, clearly knowing the answer already but he hoped the guy would humour him.

“That’s a negative-“

“Well then nope, I’m definitely not jealous of this guy!” Chris cuts Jonah off with a deep laugh.

“I like this guy!” Jonah winks at Lita but then he does the same to Peacemaker, who just nods back with an awkward smile.

Heading back to their seats Chris is a little surprised, when Jonah sits down opposite him with a wide grin on his face, which matches the one on Lita’s face as well causing a weird gut feeling to hit his stomach hard.

This feeling doesn’t improve when Jonah clearly won’t get the hint, Chris wanted him to leave them alone, but Lita’s arm was currently draped across the back of his chair whilst her ex grinned back smugly in her direction.

“So, do you like to wear your uniform outside of work?” Jonah asks Chris in a tone that he swears was suggestive, and it’s confirmed when he follows this question with yet another wink.

“You mean like for public appearances?” Chris replies with a smile at Lita but she was too busy staring back at her ex.

“I mean in the bedroom!” Jonah laughs back whilst Chris’ eyes widen, especially when he notices that Lita was stroking his hair.

“You’re so bad Jonah!” Lita laughs breathily whilst her chest rises rapidly, which distracts Chris momentarily from what was happening right now…whatever that was.

With practically all of the decoration’s they could find up around the trailer, you start placing some of Peacemakers “specialist” magazines in obvious places, catching Adrian leafing through one when you return to the couch.

“Clit, fact or fiction?” You read out loud in a bad newscaster voice adding “Please tell me that’s-

“A joke? Sadly not but this magazine is from the early nineties.” Adrian cuts you off with a cute side eye that makes you smirk back happily.

“Yet still men are confused as to its whereabouts!” You joke whilst nudging Adrian with your right shoulder, as you take a seat on the couch next to him.

“Pfft, I know exactly where it is!” Adrian states like his life depended on it, giving you a wide eyed look in the process.

“You know it’s not like the name of an obscure sci fi character-“

“Oh I know, believe me woman I hook up with are fully aware of my immense skills!” Adrian exclaims complete with a self satisfied smug look on his face.

“If you’re trying to make me jealous it isn’t working.” You deadpan back leaning your face closer to Adrian who in turn moves his away hurriedly.

“So you’ve thought about it then? Especially after our kiss-“

“Hey! Let’s watch a movie!” You cut off Adrian whilst locating the TV remote, still on the messy coffee table complete with empty bottles of beer and scattered chips for added decoration.

“Er, sure.” Adrian replies at the same time you get the channel map up, on Peacemaker’s screen trying to locate something to watch.

“Die Hard! A Christmas classic.” Adrian nudges you by sitting forward on the couch, his arm brushing against yours which makes you sit statue still from the connection.

“Welcome to the party pal!” You quickly reply in a ridiculous Bruce Willis voice, that makes Adrian grin back and you just stare at him lost in your own sordid thoughts.

“Are you ok-“

“Vodka, where is the vodka?” You question with a shake of your head, feeling yourself lagging and now especially wasn’t the time to fall into your teammates lap, no matter how inviting the idea was.

“I think we should cool it-“

“No can do!” You cut off Adrian getting up from the couch, grabbing his long forgotten Santa hat on the way whilst in search of a good time.

Because drinking would helpfully stop making you overthink shit, you were having a good time tonight and the last thing you needed, was to embarrass yourself or cause another scene.

Dropping the magazine down beside him on the couch, Adrian secretly hopes that Chris doesn’t come back to the trailer at all, just you and him alone together was all he wanted right now without a single interruption.

“That’s my only wish this Christmas.” Adrian states quietly to himself, because maybe after saying it out loud it would actually come true.

Sure Peacemaker would be teasing the fuck out of him right now, but Adrian was biding his time because he recalled the look on your face after he had kissed you, hell it’s all that he’s fucking thought about ever since.

Watching as you walk back into the living area mid length hair messy across your face, Adrian flexes his fingers as the urge to touch you is very strong, but instead he grips onto his leg as you take a seat close to him on the couch.

Tucking your legs under your bottom you sit comfortably next to Adrian, despite the fact that he felt tense beside you, like at any moment he was going to run off and leave you here alone.

Despite it only being after eleven at night you felt wiped suddenly, alcohol had a way of doing this to you, plus you were enjoying your company and the silence because usually the pair of you bickered so intently.

What would Peacemaker think if he came back to you two sitting here? Of course he would have something sarcastic to say, but you felt safe here despite sitting next to the Vigilante right now.

Smothering a yawn when gunfire starts on the TV you sink down into the couch, your foot nudging Adrian who doesn’t move a muscle probably too invested in the film, but you couldn’t help but feel the need to cuddle into your teammate.

Adrian was warm and smelled of pine and candy, you could swear his body was leaning closer in your direction unless it was you in fact doing the same thing, unable to resist the heavy feeling in your head courtesy of a good night.

There was nothing else for it but to rest your head on one of Adrian’s wide shoulders, seconds later you do just that letting gravity win as you feel the softness of his long sleeve, not to mention hear the sharp intake of breath which makes you close your eyes and smile.

What was he supposed to do now?!

Adrian thinks to himself all the while he could smell the vanilla shampoo, you used in your hair and the warmth of your breath near his neck, as you lean closer into him your tank top brushing against bare skin which was driving him insane.

“Am I more comfortable than the couch?” Adrian questions in a low voice which makes you lift up your head, only a couple of inches but you nod back in agreement.

“Oh definitely-“

“But it’s too early to go to sleep yet!” Adrian interjects whilst moving from the couch, without telling you as you end up face first in the cushion which clearly wakes you back up.

“It’s been a long day so maybe I should-“

“You can’t go!” Adrian cries holding up both of his hands as if to stop you, despite the fact that you had only just sat back up to see the look of disappointment on his face.

“I’m tired-“

“Let’s put some music back on then!” Adrian practically shouts, at the same time that you find yourself nodding back in agreement.

Watching as he soon starts blasting out Mariah Carey whilst she sings about Christmas, the pair of you soon start singing along not knowing all of the words, but it’s enough to wake you up and make you want to stay a bit longer.

Laughing you soon stand up and join Adrian in some ridiculous dancing, pogoing like your lives depended on it not necessarily in time to the music either, but with Adrian watching you carefully the whole time.

“I will stay for a while longer!” You shout in a singsong voice, which makes Adrian fist pump the air happily.

“Awesome! Hey watch this sweet move real quick.” Adrian states breaking out into some poorly timed robot style moves, but then he speeds up and breaks out into the running man which makes you laugh.

“I cannot do that-“

“Look it’s super easy, hey I can go even faster!” Adrian explains with a shout over the music as he starts to run even faster, pulling an intense looking face until he decides to spin round quickly on the spot.

One minute he was upright dancing like a robot all for you, until his boot slipped on some tinsel which sends his feet in different directions, feeling himself fall almost as if in slow motion directly onto the coffee table but it happens within seconds.

“Oh fuck!” You practically shout when you watch Adrian smash the glass coffee table, falling on top of it which causes empty bottles and other various detritus, to come crashing at your feet.

“Ouch!!!” You hear Adrian cry out sharply as you bend down close to your teammate, calling out his name in a panic when you see him lying face down on the floor.

Helping Adrian sit up right you replace his glasses which have somehow survived, but there are now some small cuts on his face not to mention the death of the coffee table, but all you cared about right now was the guy in front of you.

“What happened?” You ask Adrian with alarm in your voice, when you notice he is holding his head in his hands cursing to himself ever so softly as you switch off the TV with the remote.

“Slid over on some stupid tinsel.” Adrian declares in a low voice, which has you placing a hand on one of his shoulders.

“It’s a good thing the butterflies never found out about tinsel then or we would’ve all be fucked.” You joke getting a small laugh from Adrian, who goes to stand up whilst simultaneously, brushing off your help at the same time.

Watching him fall forward and almost ending up on the floor again, you order Adrian to sit on the couch because he had hit his head pretty hard, which worries you as you go to your purse which always had a couple of medical supplies in there.

I’m fine!” Adrian declares batting your hands away, as you sit down on your knees in front of him, but then he notices the way that you were looking at him.

“Lucky you were here to save me.” Adrian smiles in a small voice, causing you to look up into his green mischievous eyes.

“Well, Peacemaker did mention about keeping you from getting hurt yet here we are!” You joke back, switching on your pen light at the same time flashing it swiftly into Adrian’s eyes.

“He’s going to be so pissed about his coffee table-“

“Does your head hurt?” You ask Adrian cutting him off because you were starting to get worried, seeing how he wouldn’t keep his eye’s open and he was rocking on the spot unable to keep still.

“Yeah but it’s nothing that a little nap won’t fix!” Adrian declares with a yawn, as he proceeds to go lay down on the couch but you stop him.

“Nope, you can’t lay down!” You inform Adrian helping him back up, as he scoffs back in annoyance.

“Why not?” Adrian questions back adding “All I need is like half an hour of sleep and then I will be fine!”

“I’m worried that you have a concussion-“

“I’ve hit my head many times on missions, but fuck I’ve met my match with a stupid coffee table!” Adrian snorts loudly then scowling at the tree lights, when he glances that way he shields his eyes with his hands.

“We’ve both been drinking so I think you should go and see someone to check, also get cleaned up-“

“Waste of time!” Adrian laughs as he explains to you “I’m fine but I definitely need to tidy up though before Chris comes back.”

“Let me go grab a broom.” You inform Adrian rushing out to the kitchen areas, spotting what you were after leaning against a wall ready to be used.

It’s when you spy Adrian asleep that you rush over to him, dropping the broom with a clatter as you try to wake up your teammate, but he is either a heavy sleeper or he’s passed out.

“Wake up!” You shout at Adrian wishing that you hadn’t pushed to drink so much, this was all your fault maybe you should’ve left sooner but what if he had hurt himself another way.

There is nothing else to do but call Chris he could meet you at the medical centre, where you planned to take Adrian, sure you had been drinking as well but you just wanted him to be safe.

Sure Adrian had met fates much worse whilst on missions and such, but currently he was very groggy and kept closing his green eyes, causing you to shake him until he opened them back up again.

“You look so pretty-“

“I’ve looked this way all night.” You cut Adrian off with a weak laugh.

“That’s what I mean, you are so kind plus you kiss really well, and I think we should do it again!” Adrian deplores with a cute pout his eyes thankfully open, but wide with something akin to longing framing them perfectly.

“You really are delirious Adrian!” You begin with an embarrassed laugh adding “I don’t think you should be doing anything energetic right now.”

“But us making out would totally make me feel better!” Adrian whines back in a silky voice.

“Let’s focus on getting you checked out-“

“Just check me out here instead!” Adrian states in cocky voice and a wiggle of his eyebrows, which makes you smile despite the situation.

There was only one place that you could take Adrian the local healthcare centre, the one that at least half of the team ended up in after fighting it out with butterflies, the staff were used to seeing them crashing through their doors at all hours so it would be fine…wouldn’t it?

Now this was what Chris had envisioned after receiving a message from Lita, the blonde who was currently dirty dancing with him against the bar, having ditched her ex Jonah he now had the sexy woman all to herself.

Enjoying the feeling of her ass brushing against the front of his jeans, this was more like it his mood had since improved, clutching a large hand against the blonde’s curves as she rewards him with a sexy look.

The bar was packed but all he cared about was Lita, until the blonde stops gyrating to check her phone, which quickly puts Chris out so in return he does the exact same pausing for a moment when he notices several missed calls.

Having asked, well mostly bullied Economos into taking Eagly home he had also trusted the dude with his car, so tonight better go somewhere and quick because otherwise Chris would be finishing his date alone with his right hand.

That idea was shelved as a last resort because Chris hoped that Lita would take him home with her, no way was he taking her back to his place where you and Adrian were up to fuck knows what…

Chris groans when he notices that you have been calling him missing five calls, which of course meant that something was wrong but then he looks up to spy Lita, giggling happily at her phone screen whilst loud Christmas music muffled his thoughts.

Choosing to ignore the calls Chris decides that they would both be ok, it was probably the nurse getting pissed at something Adrian said, the pair of them definitely had some things to work through but he couldn’t care less right now.

“Come here, sexy.” Chris calls out to Lita who finally looks up from her screen, a grin smothering her lips like she was up to something.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.” Lita states with a wink making Chris smile back, now this was exactly what he needed, to get the hell out of this bar and tryout some new moves.

“Show me-“

“Not yet!” Lita shouts over the music with a laugh, but then she resumes to checking her phone making Chris want to grab it and throw it far away.

This was supposed to be in the bag, a literal meet and fuck situation, but maybe by allowing Lita to call it a date things had got lost in translation, even though he had the patriotic blue balls to prove it.

It was official he was desperate, and short of dragging Lita off to a nearby alleyway he would have to continue playing the waiting game, at least no one he knew was here to see him practically becoming a simp.

Hearing his phone chime Chris picks it up off the bar to see that Economos, had sent him an update of his eagle the one who was sitting on a kitchen counter, whilst he could see half of his teammates face both of them looked happy.

Smiling to himself Chris then freezes when he spots a gorgeous redhead, over at the pool tables wearing denim pants, ones that looked like she had been poured into making him lick his lips in delight.

There was no harm in approaching the hot redhead especially when Lita was now taking a call, standing with her back facing Chris,he could just go and introduce himself real quick cos maybe this was her lucky night.

Lita was now ignoring him waving a hand above her head as she spoke, so Chris had to look after himself and getting a back up, was pretty much self care at this point cos he was desperate to hook up with someone.

Sitting down on the floor beside Adrian who was still on the couch, you watch him with one eye whilst the other is on the Lyft app waiting impatiently for your car, looking fully at your teammate when you hear him muttering to himself.

“Can’t we stay here and have some fun-“

You arch an eyebrow as you can’t make out what else he says, clearly having a dream conversation with someone, whilst you were unsure on the plan of getting Adrian from the couch to the car that was supposedly four minutes away.

“I want you so bad it hurts-“

Biting your lip playfully you briefly find yourself imagining that Adrian was in fact saying this to you, not randomly shouting out things deliriously to someone else entirely, clearly he had caught his head quite hard.

“Hey! Why are you dressed?” Adrian questions in a muffled voice his eyes opening, quickly followed by a yawn as he stretches his arms above his head.

“What? I’ve been dressed all night-“

“Oh! I must have been dreaming!” Adrian declares without an ounce of embarrassment on his part, as he winks back at you with a cheeky grin on his face.

“About little old me?” You question back playfully, whilst Adrian nods like it’s a no brainer.

“I’ve had a lot of dreams and thoughts about you nurse it’s insane!” Adrian laughs at the very idea whilst you roll your eyes, trying to ignore the fact how happy that statement made you.

“Well that’s interesting!” You nod back awkwardly, wondering how tonight took this turn but at least Adrian was now awake.

“If only you knew how much-

Adrian is cut off when a loud horn announces itself and you stand up, it was the Lyft car here to take you both to the health centre, despite the fact that your teammate seemed ok but you still wanted him to be checked out.

“Do I really have to go?” Adrian questions with a groan adding with a sigh “I hate going to see anyone else but you!”

“That’s sweet but I’ve been drinking too, and you did pass out-“

“I was having a nap!” Adrian cuts you off with a snort.

“Please do this for me.” You look up at Adrian as he stands directly in front of you, his eyes softening as he catches the pouty look on your face.

“Fine, I will do it just for you!” Adrian states with a nod but not without adding “I’m glad you care about me enough to do this.”

“Oh, Adrian!” You sigh seconds away from enveloping him in a hug, but instead your phone starts to ring it was the Lyft driver ruining a possibly cute moment.

“Let’s go.” Adrian nods as you both leave the trailer, slamming the door hard because the last thing you needed was someone breaking into the place.

Sitting close to you in the car, Adrian knew he felt fine now courtesy of a short nap including dreams about a certain nurse, glancing left to spot the woman in question staring into space.

It was both so kind and damn right baller that you had been there for him, yet again injured through no fault of his own this time, but he knew that he wouldn’t want anyone else to be here than you.

Of course this was a wasted journey because Adrian knew his body, but if you were adamant that he should get checked out then off he would go, hell he would go and jump off the HQ roof if you told him to because he was obsessed despite what he had told Chris previously.

Lost in his own thoughts rather than talking where there were silence between you, Adrian has to nudge you when the car stops outside the health centre, his worst nightmare but he would suck it up with you by his side.

“We’re here.” You announce looking beside you at Adrian who nods back with a small smile.

Exiting the car you head through the large sliding doors straight into reception, which was busy for the holiday season with burned limbs from cooking the Christmas Turkey, to a guy dressed up as an elf complete with green tights currently holding onto an inflatable Santa whilst yelling.

“Happy fucking holidays!” You mutter to yourself, despite it being your idea to come here in the first place.

Reaching the desk you recognise several of the staff on tonight, no one you were truly friends with, so grabbing some forms and a pen you follow Adrian to a set of free seats round the corner.

“I wonder what the hell was up with that Elf guy?” Adrian asks out loud, causing a couple of people to look up and glare at him.

“I have no idea.” You shrug back handing Adrian the forms whilst adding “Just fill these out and I will go grab us a coffee.”

“All I have is a headache-“

“Don’t make me beg for you to go see someone.” You cut off Adrian whilst folding your arms in your coat, trying to look menacing but it wasn’t working.

“I would like to see you beg-

“Please!” You cry in a soft voice that makes Adrian look up from the forms, so you pout your lips and try to look as cute as possible.

“Are you ok? You look constipated.” Adrian questions which makes you tut back at him, but then you go off in search of coffee.

Hopefully you wouldn’t be too long here, but going by the sheer volume of people you weren’t holding out much luck, unless you could spot a familiar face someone who would do you a festive solid.

Damn tinsel ruining what you would easily remember as a good evening, knowing for a fact that hearing the Mariah Carey song again will obviously make you think of Adrian, when in fact an awful lot of stuff already reminded you of the guy who was never too far from your thoughts.

Reaching the ancient coffee machine you hit the black coffee button three times in succession, before it actually starts working making sure to add lots of sugar and cheap creamer in one for Adrian, because that was exactly how he liked it.

Eventually with drinks in hand you make your way back past reception, into the waiting area where you spot Adrian talking to the guy dressed as an elf, who looked glad to have your teammate by his side.

“So, what’s going on here?” You ask Adrian whilst ignoring the bemused look from the elf guy.

“This guy won’t tell me what the hell happened to him-“

“Let’s just go back over here.” You announce trying to get Adrian away, but it’s no use because he hadn’t finished questioning the guy beside him.

“So, bro what happened-“

“I can’t answer that!” The guy cuts off Adrian with an exasperated voice but then glancing in your direction adds “But what’s happening here with you two then ?”

“Let’s go-“

“Oh, we are just work friends why do you ask?” Adrian questions whilst readjusting his glasses, which makes him look adorable at the same time.

“I specialise in tarot readings and aura’s and I can totally see that you are hot on her!” The guy claps his hands together excitedly as he explains “Your aura missy is very warm and dare I say it rated eighteen at the very least!”

“How can you see my aura-“

“Don’t interrupt!” Adrian cuts you off as he listens to the elf, with a mixture of glee and insanity written across his face.

To say you were surprised that Adrian cared about tarot and aura’s wouldn’t cut it, you knew he liked blowing shit up of course but leaving things to fate and horoscope charts, nope that definitely wasn’t on your bingo card this year.

Silently handing him his coffee you take back the forms that Adrian had filled in, talking to the receptionist as you asked who was working here tonight, not getting much out of her as she heads off for more doughnuts instead.

This was it then a waiting game that you had put yourself in, whilst Adrian sat and chatted with the elf guy making you want to snap a quick pic of the moment, but you leave them to it instead thinking up another plan to get this over and done with quicker.

Because the lack of food was making you grumpy, and the amount of alcohol you had consumed was making you feel shaky, not to mention feeling a whole abundance of new things for Adrian which wasn’t very shocking to say the least.

Having approached the redhead twice already but being ignored completely, Chris only had it in him to try once more and then he would just call it a night, seeing how Lita was acting funny which meant he was soon gonna be out of luck.

This was not how tonight was supposed to go it had all been planned out in his head, and now he was playing catch up on wasted time, hoping that this time the hot redhead would notice him.

Glancing once more at Lita who had glowy cheeks and a sexy grin on her face, but this was addressed to her phone screen not Chris, because she had been blatantly ignoring him in favour of the stupid handheld device.

Finishing his beer Chris stands up and proceeds to belch loudly, just like the dude that he was ready to go and rock that redheads world, over and over until she was screaming out his name…what a thought.

There she was all alone just waiting for Chris to finally approach her, plastering his most winning smile on his face he stops in front of the hottie, who was leaning sexily against one of the pool tables.

“Hey there-“

“Not interested.” The redhead stated with a scoff aimed directly at Chris.

“Can’t I just say hi?” Questions Chris with a sexy grin.

“You just did-“

“Well now it’s your turn.” Chris presses taking in the redheads blue eyes and pouty lips.

“Let’s just cut all this bullshit and skip to the part where you tell me what you want!”The redhead demands in a bored voice that Chris didn’t appreciate right now.

“Well I was flirting-“

“Pretty badly dude, so you should just try again.” Redhead winks back with a teasing grin playing on across her mouth.

“How many chances do I get? I think you should tell me your little name first.” Chris replies with a laugh.

“My little name is Mia and you’re on thin ice already Peacemaker.” Mia retorts whilst brushing some red hair away from her face.

“So you already know who I am Mia I did suspect, when I saw you looking over at me earlier did you like what you saw?” Chris questions innocently whilst flexing his muscles in the redheads direction.

“I did, until I realised it was the great Peacemaker and my panties untwisted themselves.” Mia replies with a shrug whilst stepping away from the pool table.

“Well luckily for you tonight I am just Chris Smith and I’m here to rock-“

“Who the fuck is she?!” Cuts in Lita practically screaming at Chris, who glances from the nonplussed redhead back to his fuming date.

“I’m not interested-“

“Was I fucking talking to you bitch?!” Lita retorts back cutting off Mia sharply.

“Let’s just calm down everyone.” Chris holds up his large hands up but Lita bats them away angrily.

“I thought we were going to fuck?!” Lita demands whilst Chris clocks the look on Mia’s face in front of him.

“Sure thing-“

“Only I don’t really think that you truly deserve me.” Lita states with a flick of her blonde hair.

“Yes I do! Because I could easily worship you all night long-“

“Oh please!” Mia gags making her escapes which distracts Chris enough, because that was a pretty hot missed chance, one that he would save in his head for future jerk off sessions.

“Would you do anything for me?” Lita asks him whilst batting her eyes and licking her bottom lip.

“Yes, I’ve been hard most of-“

“Wait for me outside of the bar, and you will get your wish I’m pretty good at working with hard things.” Lita explains with a quick wink and a wiggle of her ass, walking away from Chris who was practically drooling at this point.

Hoping that she would hurry up Chris now stood impatiently outside, wishing that he had worn a jacket or something but knew that whatever Lita had planned, it would soon help to warm him up and make him forget.

Seeing that this is what he wanted all along, heading back to a large bed with Lita whilst maybe also picturing the redhead, because he was a hot blooded guy and incredibly weak around sexy women…were they his Kryptonite?

[lily-janus]

Someone Like You - Chapter 3

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Summary: Janus and Roman tour different places to see if they're good for their film. And it goes great in case you were wondering...

Pairing: pre-romantic roceit

Warnings: disability, jealousy, painful past, food mentions, low self esteem and self depricating thoughts. Be sure to let me know if there's anything I missed.

Word count: 1,712

Hello everyone! It's that time of the week again! This chapter's first half is still by the incredible @prince-rowan-of-the-forest ! And the other half is finally by me! My part will be in purple text so you'll know when it starts and from that point on all the chapters will be my own writing! Thanks again for anyone who reads this and for @prince-rowan-of-the-forest for letting me adopt this wonderful fic^^

Sorry for the long intro, hope you enjoy!

His father had been ecstatic when he found out that Janus was meeting someone outside of school. He knew that his dad worried a lot about Janus’ lack of friends in school and he had tried at first. It had been better when he had Virgil and after he had been ditched he’d tried to keep Virgil’s absence a secret from his dad. He’d started saying that Virgil was too busy to come over or that they had still been hanging out in school but eventually his dad had figured out what had happened. The man wasn’t stupid, after all.

So when Janus asked for a lift to the coffee shop the man had been incredibly excited. He had needed to sit through the ten minute drive being fired question after question. Which was- annoying, but tolerable.

“Have fun!” His dad called as he climbed out of the passenger seat, “Don’t stay out too late-”

“I’ll totally be staying out here for eleven hours-” Janus said, rolling his eyes, they had agreed to meet at 11am. It’s not like Janus would be staying out all night.

“Text me when you want to be picked up,” His dad said, ignoring him, “Oh! And take this, buy yourself a slice of cake or something,”

His dad stuck his hand out of the car window and Janus shook his head, taking the 20$ bill.

“Goodbye,” Janus said, already backing away from the car.

“Remember to call me if you need anything!” He called even as he started to drive away at a snail’s pace, “My phone’s on if you need me, don’t be mean to your new friend! Have fun!!"

Janus just sighed as his dad pulled away, still waving out of the window. He loved his dad- he really did- but the guy could really be over the top sometimes.

Shaking his head to move his thoughts along, Janus straightened his capelet- what? if he got stared at anyway he may as well dress however he wanted, and if that was like a 19th-century noble, then so be it- and sighed before making his way into the coffee shop.

He had arrived about half an hour earlier than the time he and Roman had agreed upon so he wouldn’t have to worry about locating Roman in the slightly crowded shop. Instead he was able to pick a table closer to the back and sit down, resting his cane against the chair and picking up the paper menu tucked into a plastic holder that also displayed their table number- 17.

Whilst he waited Janus ordered a coffee using the bank card his father seemed to have forgotten that he had again. He’d probably keep the twenty anyway, his dad wouldn’t mind.

Roman arrived with all of his noise and grandeur forty minutes later. He had made Janus jump when he slammed his bag onto the table and stopped a minute to catch his breath before placing it on the floor and sitting down.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Roman apologised, shaking his head, “I just- ran all the way here, were you waiting long?”

“Not long,” Janus lied.

“You look- fancy,” Roman commented, looking over his outfit.

“You’re not exactly looking societally appropriate either,” Janus pointed out, it was true, Roman was wearing much more makeup than he usually wore in school, thick wings of eyeliner set off by sparkly gold eyeshadow that beautifully set off his green eyes, he wore dangly earrings and an open dress coat, under which he could see a loose shirt and a corset, paired eloquently with a skirt that reaches his shins So yeah, Janus wasn’t exactly the most extravagantly dressed person here, “You do know that we’re not attending a fantasy ball today, don’t you?”

“And you’re aware that you’re not the evil king’s sorcerer sent to the ball to seduce and kidnap the most handsome Prince?” Roman quipped back, leaning forward and raising an eyebrow. Was Roman… flirting with him? Is that what this was? But wasn’t he dating Virgil, or was this just part of the trick? this didn’t make any sense.

“Well obviously I wouldn’t be there for you, then,” Janus said instead of what he had really been thinking before mentally kicking himself for not coming up with something better when he saw Roman’s crestfallen expression, he hadn’t meant to hurt him. What the hell was he supposed to say now?

Fortunately Roman simply shook his head and smiled again, “Mind if I grab a coffee? Then we can go over what I have planned for today!”

“I don’t control you,” Janus shrugged, “Get whatever you want,”

“Uh- thanks? I think,” Roman said, looking momentarily confused before shaking his head again and taking the menu that Janus had left on the table. He looked at it for a moment before scrunching up his face in a way that Janus was pretty sure meant he was considering something.

“Hey, Janus?” Roman said, looking up at him, he raised an eyebrow, “Opinion on red velvet cake?”

“Oh, I hate it,” Janus said immediately, before panicking slightly, “Totally the worst cake flavour out there, I would just hate to be given a slice,”

He really hoped Roman would pick up on the sarcastic tone he had added to the second statement to amend the instinctual lie. From the way Roman barked out a laugh he guessed it had worked. Why the hell did Roman want to know his opinion on cake flavours anyway?

Roman went up to the bar to order because he just had to be extra like that, when he returned five minutes later he was carrying a tray that held two plates and a glass of the most obnoxious iced coffee Janus had ever seen, and he didn't even know coffee could be obnoxious.

"Why did you get two?" Janus asked, looking at the two slices of red velvet cake on the tray. Roman smiled at him.

"Didn't you say "Oh I would just hate to be given a slice by the best, most handsome group project partner ever?" Just now?" Roman asked, putting so much drama into the impersonation as he pushed one of the plates towards him, Janus stared.

"I don't talk like that," Janus said, "That was a terrible impression of me, but…. Thanks, I guess, as offensive as that was… "

"You're welcome!" Roman cheered, completely ignoring the rest of his statement as he dug into his cake, Janus just rolled his eyes and ate his own slice in silence.

About half an hour later the pair had left the coffee shop to embark on a route that Roman had up on his phone. Their first destination was the local church which was only a short walk. All the way there Roman kept up a stream of chatter. He didn't feel the need to stop talking unless Janus actually interjected, which was nicer than him needing to provide a back and forth.

Janus thought he might actually struggle to keep up with Roman's somewhat quick pace if he had to talk at the same time. When they finally arrived at the doors to the church, Janus had to lean on his cane in hopes to catch his breath without Roman noticing his struggles. He didn’t need pity from the guy, absolutely not, especially since- for some reason- Roman seemed to actually be respecting his existence as a human being at the moment.

“Alright,” Roman said, placing a hand on the large church doors,, “Hopefully there isn’t a service on right now or this’ll be really embarrassing,”

There wasn't, at the moment, much to Roman's clear relief. And they both walked inside. They stayed silent to respect the few people who were praying there as they checked the place out to see if it fits their intended film.

As Janus walked around the church he couldn't help the occasional glance to Roman's direction. The guy had a passionate gleam in his eyes as he looked around, smiling slightly and nodding to himself. Janus did not find it cute, definitely not. Not like it would matter if he did anyway..

They suddenly locked eyes and Roman gestured for them to go talk outside.

"So what do you think?" Roman asked as soon as they stepped outside.

"I don't know about you but I already have so many ideas about a bunch of scenes and…" Roman began rambling on about his ideas, smiling and gesturing with his hands to emphasize his words.

Janus tried to follow but ultimately ended up spacing out, only responding with the occasional nod.

"...What about you?"

Janus suddenly realized Roman was looking at him expectantly. He shrugged, "sounds like you have enough ideas for the two of us…" he sneered, "...and the entire class too." He added.

Roman bit his lip, "right… sorry, Virgil always tells me how annoying I get when I'm overexcited but… I wanna hear your thoughts too… please?"

At the mention of his ex-friend, Janus stiffened. Not like he forgot the two were dating, his mean mind wouldn't let him if he wanted to, but hearing Roman casually mention him was like a punch to his gut.

"...let's just check out the next place.." he tried hard to not let his voice shake as he swallowed the lump in his throat, grabbed his cane a little too tightly, and started walking.

"Janus?" Roman easily caught up to him, with his long, healthy legs. "You okay?"

"Fine." Janus gritted out, trying to pick up his pace and put Roman's annoyingly worried face behind him. Which obviously didn't work.

"You don't seem fine-"

"And what do you know?" Janus snapped, stopping in place and glaring at Roman, "you don't know anything.."

Roman looked down and started playing with his fingers awkwardly, "I know… I want to though, I want to know you." He looked up and hesitantly met Janus' eyes.

Janus looked away, "no, you don't, nobody does. So let's just get this project over with and never speak to each other again."

Roman must have sensed Janus wasn't going to change his mind anytime soon and just sighed, "if that's what you want…"

Want… yep, that's definitely what he wants, one hundred percent, no hesitation.

…isn't it?

[portraitoftheoddity]

Besides shoes you can wear, is there any other gear or supplies you'd recommend for beginner hikes? I usually just take a water bottle or 2, depending on how long I think the hike will take

So, the official answer is "always bring the 10 Essentials", but if you're a beginner doing a relatively short hike on a well-trafficked and well-marked trail and you aren't deep in the backwoods, you can get by with a simpler list to start, and then expand your gear as you start taking on longer hikes that take you further out.

Basically, you want to pack for the worst case scenario. If the worst case scenario if you get injured or lost on a particular trail is that you wait for an hour for someone an ATV to come get you or you walk a little further until you hit one of several nearby roads, you won't need to pack as much as if you could end up waiting several hours for a search & rescue team to reach you, or even spending the night alone in the wilderness waiting for a search party because you lost the trail.

I recommend, to start, for easier, well-trafficked trails:

Comfortable Backpack. No draw-string bags -- something with actual shoulder straps and preferably a waist-strap too so that most of the weight sits on your hips. Your back will thank you!

Water. I always bring at least 1 liter, usually more because I drink like a fish. Gatorade is a valid substitute, especially in summer when you're sweating.

Food. Bring some snacks, even if you anticipate being home by lunch -- granola bars, trail mix, and jerky are all good; you'll want something that won't spoil or melt in your pack, and these foods all give you a pretty dense boost of sugar, protein and salt. If you wind out being out longer than you expected, you'll have something to eat, and if you work up an appetite, you'll be less cranky because, hey-- snacks!

Extra clothing layer. I typically layer when I hike so I can strip down layers if I'm sweating or add them back if I cool off, and keep one more layer than I think I need in my pack so if it gets cold, or if there's A Situation™ and I have to wait around without movement to keep me warm, I have something to put on. If you're hiking a trail with elevation gain, it will almost inevitably be cooler at the top than it is at the trailhead. A light rain shell or a cheap plastic poncho if there's even the slightest chance of rain is also good call, and doesn't take up much space.

Ziploc baggie. Good for trash, but also invaluable if it rains or if you have a tricky water crossing to keep your phone dry. Phones love jumping in rivers. Don't ask me why.

Printed trail map. Don't rely on just your phone -- phones break, batteries run out, and signals drop. Having a paper copy of a trail map on you is safest, so if some of the trail blazes get confusing or you run into a fork in the trail, you know where to go. I also keep a small compass attached to my pack.

Simple first aid. Keep a baggie with some bandaids, an antiseptic wipe, a couple blister pads, and a dose of your preferred over the counter painkiller on hand. The most common issue you're likely to run into as a beginner are blisters on your feet, or some bumps and scrapes from tripping. For longer hikes, you may want to add more supplies, such as an ACE bandage.

Whistle. Easy to clip to your pack, and very light -- If you're hurt or lost, you can blow on a whistle a lot louder and longer than you can yell. Three short blasts is a signal for 'hiker in distress!'

Depending on the length of the trail and how much you expect to sweat, you may want to bring sunscreen with you, or just apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot before you set out. I personally always carry a travel-size tube, but I am also the kind of white person who burns if I even think about sunshine.

So, that's what you're carrying. As far as what to wear:

AVOID COTTON. DO NOT WEAR JEANS.

Cotton is a nice, breathable, natural fabric that soaks up water like a fucking sponge. If you've ever done laundry and found your jeans were still damp at the end of the dryer cycle when the rest of your clothes were done, this is why. If your cotton clothes get wet on the trail from rain, sweat, or slipping in a water crossing -- they are gonna stay wet. And that can range from uncomfortable to downright dangerous if hypothermia becomes a factor (big issue up here in the White Mountains).

Athletic wear made of "moisture-wicking" or "quick-dry" material is gonna be ideal. You don't need to blow a huge amount of money on hiking-specific brands; your workout clothes may be just fine (I got one of my favorite hiking tops at Walmart for like, $8). Just check the tags to make sure they're not made of cotton. Lightweight, breathable clothes made of nylon, polyester, and merino wool are all decent options that will dry quickly, and you'll be more comfortable than you'd be in sweaty, chafing jeans. I also recommend a nice thick pair of wool socks.

Happy hiking!

[larajeandoodles]

Hi there!!! I think your art is super cool, and I love how you've drawn inspiration from fairytales, and how flexible you are with style ♡ I've been making art for a while but always just for myself, and I signed up for my very first craft fair! I was wondering how you got started selling your art. What were you nervous about? What do you wish you'd known? What did you diy that would have been worth buying, or vice versa?

Congrats on your first show!!! I wish you perfect weather, good booth assistance, and tons of wonderful people attending who buy tons of your work.

I started with an Etsy shop back in the day when Etsy was still decent, then did a few comic cons and shows and eventually timidly opened up commissions. I took it super slow! I was very shy and insecure lol

Tips:

Have a printed QR code for your insta and stuff, most people don’t take business cards anymore and just want to scan a code or take a photo. So have a sort of flyer with all your info that people can snap.

Recycled grocery bags make great bags and save you a buck, tell people you’re recycling lol

If you do any outdoor shows, have everything in plastic. Plastic tubs, plastic sleeves for art, be ready for wind and rain!!! You can get plastic sleeves for prints on Amazon for cheap.

Get a spare battery thingy so you can charge your phone if you’ve got no power connection, for indoor or outdoor shows, and just for life.

People like Venmo, cash app, most have cards, few have cash. You’ll only need like $100 in change.

When people compliment you, just say thanks! I appreciate it! Ask them where they’re from if you feel awkward. Don’t tell them your art is bad and they’re wrong lmao. Smile a lot and STAY STANDING and engage with people, it’ll help sales a ton. It sucks but if you sit nobody feels comfortable interacting with you. Then no sales. Maybe get a rubber mat to stand on. Wear comfy shoes.

Outdoor shows: Dog leash screws hold your tent down 100%. Overnight, taken EVERYTHING down, even if there’s day 2. Your tent will blow over/collapse if you leave anything behind, it’s just the law. Most tents that aren’t a fortune can’t withstand the weather and will collapse!!! So just take it all down.

Don’t sell yourself short! Calculate how long a thing took you and how much the materials were and pay yourself AT LEAST $10 an hour, if not $20. Have faith that you’re worth it.

Track all your sales and set aside 20% for taxes! Chances are you won’t have to pay them for a year or two because you won’t make much, but it’s good to start the habit. Track every cent for materials, food and gas for shows, supplies, product costs etc. those are writeoffs! If you spent more on your art business than you earned, no need to pay taxes.

www. iprintfromhome. com offers great print options and pricing!

Always always always make stuff that’s just for you. Art that the internet and the audiences never see. Not everything you make has to be show worthy.

It’s a big challenge to do this and I definitely am still learning the ropes! I wish I had all the secrets, if you find them let me know. Remember to have fun and make what you love and what inspires you. Also remember it’s a tough world out there for artists right now, so go easy on yourself if you feel like you’re not “getting it”. It’ll take time and work.

You don’t have to monetize your hobbies, but if you enjoy it and you want to, then go kick ass!!!

And again, I wish you good luck and good fortune!!! 🌟

[versaceeevixen]

Seven Stages of... Ego Death (Part 2) Edited

It was Thursday and I was on my way to my hair appointment. I drove through the rain feeling excited. Why is it every time I get my hair done it rains? Why can't Gawd let me be great? I made my hand into the Che Vuoi (Pinched fingers) hand gesture. I grabbed something I bought from the store that was in a grocery bag. I went into the hair salon, dodging the fat raindrops.

The salon was completely empty, the stylist welcomed me in the shampoo chair. As she was doing my hair she did it gently. Something I've never felt before when my hair was done, I was impressed. She was like an Aunty I never quite had, but wished I did. The ones that cooked food alongside your Grandmother on Thanksgiving. Her hair was dyed maroon cut short with curls. She wore the typical black on black on black apron, shirt, and pants combo that hair stylists wear.

"Wait can you add this?" Shuffling in my black plastic bag.

She nodded as she gently brushed my hair. "You need a trim."

"I'm scared, I normally don't get trims with new stylists."

She told me that she was only going to trim a certain amount, and she did exactly that.

She handed me the mirror, blonde streaks of hair were highlighted against my black-brown hair. They were extensions. I was too scared to dye my hair, so this was the best option.

I headed out the door, using the plastic bag as an umbrella turning towards her while halfway out the threshold. I thanked her for her service and said "I will be back."

She smiled and said "No you won't."

She really did say this, I shit you not. I wished I asked her why.

That was really weird, and I started to let it go as I turned my bluetooth on. Luckily it worked first try as my bluetooth was starting to get finicky as it was a year 2011 Hyundai Sonata. I had an hour to go back to school, to catch my meeting with my RD.

I finally made it back to campus, the rain stopped finally. I didn't have to schlep around campus with a plastic bag on my head. I grabbed my pink leather backpack from Aldo. As I walked from the library parking lot, I was nervous as hell walking towards the building. As soon as I got inside I greeted my co-workers, they were my first set of co-workers in college. I've been working at the library since first semester of Freshman year.

"Hey, I have a meeting on Zoom in ten minutes can I take the call?"

"Yes, you can go straight back to the meeting room." My boss said.

I headed back towards the meeting room, and sat my backpack on the chair. I logged into my computer, as I got settled. I was waiting for the meeting to start. I quickly grabbed my Great-Grandma's funeral card from 2012 and started praying. I don't know how it ended up in my backpack. Honestly, It didn't matter. I prayed to whoever, whatever was willing to save my ass and importantly my job.

Then the meeting was starting... They asked me to explain the situation all over again. I explained it exactly like the first time. Then they responded that I was wrong for getting a Non-RA to help me find the key. Then they said some other things.

Everything happened so fast...

And then I was fired, and was given only 48 hours to move my stuff out. I was going to get charged if I was going to stay on campus. And that I should get an email on what to do next. After that I stopped listening. The meeting ended, and I remember slamming my computer lid down and running to my other boss and crying.

"I have to make a phone call I'm sorry." I was weeping, as I walked out towards the front door. My big white Fila Disruptor II shoes stomping on the ground as I covered my face.

I facetimed Big Sis as I was pacing back and forth in front of the library hoping she'd picked up. Thankfully, she wasn't in class and the call connected.

"I just got fired!" I said sobbing.

"Oh." She said

"I thought you said I was fine! You said you talked to our RD and told me I was fine!"

"I thought you weren't going to get invited back."

"I don't know what to do."

Big Sis pursed her lips into a straight line. "Well, I have to go."

"Bye." I cried hanging up.

I called Xandra, and told her I got fired. The first thing that she said was.

"I knew that you were going to get fired, and... honestly I saw that you weren't going to finish school here and-"

"So you didn't tell me?!" I yelled

"I didn't want to freak you out!"

"I'm freaking out now, Xandra! I literally had money that I've SPENT because I thought I was going to be fine! I should've listened to my gut instead of everyone else!"

"You're going to be fine-"

"I gotta go because I don't want to hear it anymore!" I ended the call.

I walked back into the library, and my boss told me to take the rest of the day off. I grabbed my stuff and headed to my car. I called Richie and asked him to meet me in my car. What the fuck just happened?

"What?" Said Richie "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry Vevi. I'm sorry you got fired."

"I gotta go to Home Depot and get boxes. Do you want to come?" Facing him with dried tears smiling.

"Honestly, yes, I'll skip my classes today."

"Maybe I'll just transfer to another school. Or do online classes. I remember during the first semester a guy asked me if I could work for Zumiez. Maybe he'll still need help"

The sun was coming out, as I was driving on the highway (Route 23!) to get to Home Depot. I was thinking how was I going to tell my Mother as my free housing and food was comprised. I rather call my brother and maybe he'll know how to tell her, and then I can give her the news gently.

"Call Kamran." I told my handsfree.

"Hello?" Kamran said

I told him everything, and he said...

"What? I'LL tell Mom. It'll be better that way."

"Okay, Thank you." I said

He hung up, and I finally arrived to Home Depot. I got out the car and looked at Richie.

"I love the blonde by the way."

"Thanks." I said

We walked into Home Depot, even though Home Depot was a home improvement store it felt so sterile. It smelled like wood chips and the floor was cold and grey like a corpse. When I was a kid I used to slide in my shoes on the floor, and steal the paint swatch card stocks.

"Oh gosh, he might be here." Richie said

"Who?"

I saw him, it was the guy from the Lazer Tag Boys that I was helping with the project. But I ended up not helping him. Here he comes sashaying towards us in his orange apron. I did not feel like talking to him, actually no one did.

"HEY GUYS!" He said

"Hi." I said dryly. "Do you know where the moving boxes are?"

"Why do you need MOVING boxes?" He pushed his black rectangle glasses back that his beady stressed eyes were hiding behind.

"It's for a project." I lied.

He kept talking at us about nonsense, as me and Richie kept staring at each other. He kept going on and on about his old female coworker not giving him a chance. Then she transferred to another Home Depot 'for some very strange reason'. At first I pitied him, now I'm annoyed.

"I'm sorry but we have to run." Richie said

We picked out medium, large, and small boxes. We checked them out and ran out of there.

"Yo, what the fuck." Ritchie said

"Yeah why are boxes so expensive?" I asked.

"No, no, I'm tired of him, he literally caused you to indirectly get fired. He's killing my high. I need another gummy"

I pulled out of the parking lot, I was heading towards the mall. Next on my list was to see if the manager at Zumiez was hiring still. My phone rang. It was Kamran.

"Oh shit it's my brother, shhhh." I said

I clicked the button on my steering wheel to pick up the call.

"Yeah, so Mom said you can't stay with her any more." He said.

Alright I'm ending this here, but the story gets even more fucked from here.

P.S. I edited some more to make it more detailed and coherent. I was just trying shit out this one because I just wanted to put this chapter out there. I shall release more content.

[inksyncstore]

Elevate Your Google Pixel with a Leather Case: A Stylish and Functional Upgrade

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Long-Lasting Protection

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Shock Absorption

Leather's natural thickness offers superior shock absorption, protecting your Pixel from accidental impacts. This feature makes leather cases a practical choice for those seeking reliable protection without sacrificing style.

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[miyamoratsumuu]

i absolutely love your haikyuu hcs with mood boards and i wanna request tsukishima kei for the third part (I LOVE HIM SO MUCHBIEUUERHIBHS)

dating the haikyuu boys, with moodboards, pt. 3!!

pt. 1 - pt. 2

characters: k. bokuto, h. iwaizumi, k. tsukishima note: I am so so sorry for the wait, but here it is!! I hope you like it<3 implied fem partner for all of them, lowercase intended. pictures used are not mine, all of them are found on pinterest!!:)

please see the guidelines for requesting if you'd like to request as well!! navigation . . . haikyuu masterlist

BOKUTO KOTARO "I love you for who you are, sweetheart. always and forever. that's a promise."

this man is literally the living definition of a golden retriever boyfriend. he'll do anything, and I mean anything just to see your pretty smile. your feet start to hurt while walking? blink and you're already being carried off your feet. you stare at something at a store way longer than you do at everything else? you can bet he's ready to buy it for you asap. even when you quietly mumble something about being thirsty or hungry, he's already dragging you to the nearest place where you both could get something to eat or drink.

he's def an acts of service and words of affirmation type of person. he's consistent with it too, it's what he does best with the people he loves, ofc. every single day, he makes sure to remind you and show you how much he cares for you through his words and actions. every morning, you'd wake up to a good morning text from your fav owl boy accompanied with the most exaggerated compliments (if you could even call some of them that) he could think of. some of his best ones are "good morning to the best, kindest, smartest, most gorgeous girl I've ever met! have an amaaazzziiingggg day!!!" and "you never asked me, but did you know that I WOULD still date you even if you were a worm? heck even if you were a grasshopper, I'd still love you. I hope u have a great day!!!! good morning btw:DD".

kotaro loves to show off to everyone how he's yours and you're his. when you're out, it's often that he'll be carrying your bag or anything you're carrying for you. his hands are ready to be of help to you anytime anywhere, really. there was one time when the two of you were at a cinema waiting for the movie to start. you were wearing a claw clip to keep your hair up, and we all know how uncomfortable it could be to lean against a headrest while wearing one of those. you took it off and asked kotaro to hold it for you. what you didn't notice was that he didn't give it back to you. that was until the 2 hour movie finished and you noticed the claw clip clipped onto the front of his shirt. when you asked for it back though, he didn't want to give it back to you because "it's to let everyone know that I'm just for you babe!"

this man is also the type that loves having matching stuff with you. it could range from matching shirts, keychains, caps, to phone cases and social media account bios. as long as you consent to it, of course. he (and all the other haikyuu boys) would never ever want to force you into doing something you don't want to. one of your matching stuff are lego figures that have shirts saying "I <3 my bf" and "I <3 my gf". kotaro thought they were cute, given that the lego set they came in was a blast to build too. the two of you having an at home date to build it was a bonus.

another time that the two of you were absolutely adorable was when you stopped by a convenience store on the way back from a hang out some friends. both of you were craving a sweet candy but didn't want to be holding a pack of it in your hands while you walked, so you decided to buy a ring pop. one for yourself, and one for kotaro. outside the convenience store as he was removing the plastic wrap of yours for you, kotaro mumbled something he didn't think you would hear but you absolutely did. "this could be practice rings for when we get our actual wedding bands in the future". you were speechless as he successfully took the wrapper off, and slid the ring onto your finger while he had one of the biggest grin on his face.

intimate moments aren't always consisted of sexual acts or so. you've proven that with your intimate tomes with kotaro that included you styling his hair during the times it was down, with you sat on the bed or a couch while his head is laid in your lap. or the times the two of you were so bored that you managed to find old coloring books somewhere in your house and colored them while you laid on the floor flat on your stomach. or of course the times the two of you pretended that your plushies were your "children" and took care of them as though they were real living things. it's never a dull time with kotaro. for he'd do anything to keep being the reason you smile because you're always the reason for his.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME "I took on the job of protecting you and your heart when I decided to be yours, darling. and I never plan on resigning. "

hajime was a mess when he first started to like you. at first he wasn't even sure about what he was feeling, leaving him confused. he didn't want to talk to toru about it, because he thought it would only show how lost he is and he didn't really need his best friend to rub it in his face. he loves him, but he decided he'd try figuring this out on his own for now. of course the thought of him liking you came to mind. how could he not? you're kind, understanding, you both get along splendidly, and you've been there for him since the beginning of your highschool years. he denied it at first, thinking that he was just in his feels because of the thought of you guys nearing the end of your third year, and eventually having to split up soon. but hajime wasn't an idiot. after a few more days of thinking about it, he knew what his feelings meant and he knew he had to accept it.

and the rest was history. honestly, you two should thank toru, mattsun, and makki for being the reasons the two of you got together. the both of you were somewhat cowards to confess your feelings to one another but both of you were so painfully obvious that the three of your closest friends had to take matters into their own hands. (yes, they used the cliche 7 minutes in heaven tactic)

when the two of you start dating though, all shyness leaves hajime. he still wasn't big on pda, but he still made sure to let the people around you know that you were together. especially if other guys try to push their luck too much. during the times the two of you are out in public, it's often that hajime would place an arm around your waist or shoulder, or a hand on the small of your back. his touches are subtle, but he does it with the upmost care.

dates with hajime are usually indoor ones at either one of your homes. mostly, the two of you spend time with one another wrapped in each other's embrace, watching a movie or catching up on the tv show you both promised you would always watch together. and other times, you would switch things up and try out new activities together. some of the activities that the two of you had already done was doing art projects together like painting, building lego sets together, and making late night snacks.

on the few times that you had dates that involved leaving the house, it would often be at the mall or some kind of park. after the mall dates the two of you have, it can't be helped if you bring home a shopping bag or two. if you do, hajime insists on carrying them for you. he would carry the bags on one hand while he holds yours with the other. though during the times both of his hands were occupied, he would let you grab the back of his shirt just so you wouldn't get lost in the crowd of people. during your amusement park or public park dates, there are times that something catches your eye. the moment that hajime notices you looking at it longer than you would, he immediately insists on buying it for you. it doesn't matter if it's something you don't need, as long as you're happy, he is too.

hajime is also the type of lover that always has you in mind too. on times that he's out in public by himself running errands or so, at the times he would see something that ever so slightly reminds him of you, he would buy it immediately, or if he isn't able to at the moment, he would take a picture of it and either send it to you or keep it to himself for later.

he isn't the best at expressing himself through words, not even close. but all it takes for you to know how much he really cared for you is to see just how he looks at you like you're the only thing that matters in the world. it doesn't matter what you're doing at all. when his gentle gaze meets yours with a soft smile on his lips, it was more than enough to express what he really feels about you.

TSUKISHIMA KEI "stop denying it, doll. we both know you love me. I love you too, if that's what you keep worrying about."

kei never really seemed like the type to be so whipped for someone. so imagine the shock when his closest friends catch him buying a bouquet from time to time on his way home. they often thought that he was buying them for himself as a decoration change back at home, you know? little did they know that he never headed straight home during those days. he would stop by your house and hand the bouquets to you. (with a scoff and a roll of his eyes, of course) the two of you attend different schools and your houses have quite a distance from each other, so you could say that these visits of his is his way of making up for lost time.

like hajime, kei isn't used to expressing his feelings through words. he rarely does it. instead, he shows it in the little things he does for you. one time after a formal event that the two of you attended, his home was close to the venue so the two of you decided to just walk back. what you didn't realize when you made this decision was that your feet were already starting to hurt from the heels you were wearing. kei noticed your steps getting slower so he stopped walking beside you. you noticed, and stopped as well. with a sigh, kei got down on one knee and began to take off the straps on your heels. it only took a tap on your foot and a sarcastic look from him to convince you to take your shoes off. once they were off, he held both shoes on one hand and turned to you. "here" he takes his shoes off. he hands them to you "wear these until we get home. the socks I'm wearing don't get dirty easily anyway" he turned his head away from you as he stretched his arm out for you to rake the shoes. you stare at him, never expecting him to do something like this. "are you gonna take them or not?" with a chuckle, you accept the shoes and put them on. you hold onto kei's hand as the both of you continue on your way home, with kei carrying your god-forsaken heels.

one weekend morning after a night of continuous rain, you texted kei inviting him to go biking with you around town. minutes later, he's knocking at your front door, his bike leaning on the wall to the side. once the teo of you were on the streets, you quickly noticed how slippery the roads were. not wanting to get into any accidents, kei reached his hand towards you, gesturing for you to hold onto his hand. the whole time you two were riding your bikes, your fingers were intertwined with each other's.

on the very few times shoyo, tobio, and tadashi convinced kei to play video games with them, you often sit in with kei in his room while he plays. either you're sitting on a chair beside him, or you're directly sitting on his lap. you usually stay quiet to not disturb kei's chat with the guys, but he rarely uses his mic anyway, so usually it's the two of you talking while he plays instead of him talking to his three friends in the call.

while the two of you were still "just friends", you already knew that kei had a habit of listening to music a lot. when you did start dating, you made it a point to send kei a song that reminds you of him every three days or so. the first few weeks, he was confused, not seeing the point of you doing it, bt after a while, he got used to it. after two months of you sending him songs, he compiled all of them into one playlist, adding more to it every time you send him a new one.

you didn't know about this, of course. until one day, you were on your bed waiting for kei to come back from the kitchen. you were on his phone (with his permission, of course) opening every app you were curious about, you eventually found yourself opening his music app. you were expecting to only see a playlist of songs from his favorite artists, or a playlist of the songs he listens to almost every day. but the playlist that caught your attention first was neither of those you had in mind. it was only named "." but the playlist photo was a mirror picture of the two of you. you opened it, curious to see what songs it contained. you scrolled through the songs, with some familiarity about them. it was on the tip of your tongue, you just couldn't remember what was so familiar about them to you. that was until you scrolled down to see the latest song added to the playlist. it was the most recent "this reminds me of you" song you sent kei just yesterday. then it dawned on you. 'these are the songs I've been sending him for the past few months! and he has all of them in a playlist!' you smile giddily to yourself at how sweet you thought this all was. by the perfect timing, kei walks through the door, to find you squealing in your bed about how much he loves you. he does though, a lot.

[tansypoisoning]

Lupercalia - Part 3

Heat

You return to your hometown after dropping out of university. If the shame of it wasn’t bad enough, you are forced to comfront old mistakes and a persistent stalker.

Fandoms: MCU, Captain America

Genre: Mostly suspense, some drama, horror and smut.

Ships: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Chapter Warnings: Smut, dubcon, unprotected sex, sweat, mention of murder, mention of cannibalism

Series Warnings: Smut, dubcon, sweat, violence, gore, body horror, minor character death.

We get to the good bit

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4 - Part 5

The day at work rolled by slow and lazy, as they always did since you moved back. You weren’t made for the dullness of the countryside, the sameness in every day and every thought. All you wanted was a small place in a big city, dwelling among an infinite number of strangers, was that so much to ask?

You were playing with a stack of tuna cans when the store phone rang. Milton picked it up and you tuned out the half of the conversation he was having, too focused on building your fish pile. You had made good progress on the base of the structure when your boss found you, kneeling on the floor, trying to recreate the Eiffel Tower.

“I need you to deliver something,” he said, showing you two heavy-looking plastic bags. At least he wasn’t mad at you for playing with food.

“Sure.” You tried not to grimace as you remembered you had come with the bike, having made the rookie mistake of wearing a summer dress for work that day. “Where am I going?”

“To Steve’s. He can’t come pick up his usual today.”

Maybe you’d misheard him. “Uh, sorry. Which Steve?”

Milton gave you a funny look. “Rogers.” Of course. No other Steve came to this place, let alone have a ‘usual’.

“Yeah, sure, great,” you said way too fast. “Do I leave now?”

“As soon as you can.” Milton extended the bags to you and gave an apologetic smile. “When you get to his fence, just yell out for him. You don’t want to get in his yard. You know, his dogs…”

No, you most definitely didn’t want to waltz into his property, even not accounting for the monsters he called dogs.

“Okay, I’ll be going. If I don’t come back, tell my family I love them.”

He laughed nervously. “C’mon, don’t joke about that.”

You apologized then left the store. You made sure to be out of hearing distance before sighing dramatically.

You set the bags in the basket and climbed onto the seat. You could feel every detail of the leather padding through your underwear, and it rode up your ass crack as soon as you started cycling.

Steve lived just outside of town, in a property too large for what little he did with it. The house, the pig pen, the chicken coop, the kennel and the vegetable garden couldn’t begin to cover the three hundred and then some acres of land, so most of it was old-growth forest surrounded by an old barbed-wire fence. You’d heard people speaking about it with poorly concealed envy. “That land is too big for one man.” “And what does he do with it? Just lets junk pile up! If it were me...” Perhaps the one good thing about Steve was that the townspeople disliked him even more than they did you.

The houses, stores and spindly birches in yards gave way to trees with thick trunks, growing by the side of the road, their roots splitting the asphalt in pieces, grinding some into dust. The summer sky became concealed as you moved along, thanks to leaves clumping together over your head. By the time you got to Steve’s property, not a single ray of sun could pierce through the thick canopy.

You tied your bike to a pole in Steve’s fence and looked around. The yard was a mess, littered with broken down metal structures, ancient junk, all in terrible condition. A hoarder’s paradise, a safety hazard. The only thing worth a damn there was the swing set, built with metal chains, thick wood beams, and leather for the seats. You would have loved one of these growing up. The grass was so tall you couldn’t even find a good path to the house. The building itself was fairly large, sturdy, well built and well kept, especially for how old it was. It looked almost new, with its shiny shingles and coat of white paint, but the way it creaked in the wind hinted at its real age. Beyond it, you could see the pig pen, and beyond that still, the woods. The kids in town would whisper that these woods were haunted, and challenge each other to traverse the Rogers’ yard and explore the forest beyond it. You knew because you had been one of those kids. You had never gone through with the challenge, and you didn’t plan on doing it now.

You cupped your mouth and yelled out for Steve. You’d hoped he would yell back, telling you to just leave his things by the gate, but you’d never been lucky. You saw his face appear behind the window on his door before he opened it and stepped out to his porch. As he approached, purpose in all his steps, you had the distinct feeling he was making his way to you, not his groceries.

Steve opened the gate and stepped aside, as if waiting for you to cross the threshold. You just extended the shopping bags to him.

He cocked his head to the side. “Aren’t you going to help me?”

“Help you?”

“Yeah.” He didn’t explain himself. Milton wanted you to not enter his yard, he’d said as much, but Steve wanted you to follow him, and the client was supposedly always right. You didn’t think your boss would fire you if he’d got a complaint about something so trivial, but your inner voice told you to do what Steve said. It sounded scared.

You stepped through the portal, and Steve closed it behind you. You had to wade through the tall grass to get to the house, all the while a tall shadow loomed over you.

“What about your dogs?” You asked, suddenly reminded of his pets.

“Don’t worry about them.”

The porch whined when you stopped on its dark green boards, and groaned when Steve did the same. He held the door open to let you enter first, then closed it behind himself. His house was silent as a grave. No TV noises, no radio playing, nothing cooking on the stove, nobody talking. The entrance hall was devoid of any signs of life other than a pair of shoes by the entrance. There were no pictures on the walls or keepsakes on the hallway table. It had been his mother’s house before, but there were no signs that Sarah Rogers had ever lived in that place.

Steve led you to the kitchen. It was bigger than your parents’, with nicer appliances. The unfairness of it all struck you. They could really use a new fridge, and yet Steve was the one who got the stainless steel shit.

You two unpacked, and you put half of the items in their proper place under his guidance, while he stored the other half. You’d just risen from your kneeling position in front of his island counter when you were pressed against the cabinet doors.

“What are you doing?” You wheezed. Steve had you caught in between the counter and his arms. You had never appreciated just how big they were until now.

“I got a feeling you don’t like me.” He felt so warm. Why did he feel so warm? “Now, why is that?”

“Because you’re a murderer,” you blurted out. Not like he was going to sic a lawyer on you.

“No, I’m not. I can’t be. It’d be stupid to talk to a murderer the way you’ve been talking to me, and I know you’re not stupid.” Something about the way he said it made it seem like he didn’t know the last thing at all.

“Yeah? What are you going to do about it? Murder me?”

“You? No, I got plans for you.”

That was more than enough. You threw yourself at one of his arms, the one closest to the exit. Your weight wasn’t enough to make him budge, and he wrapped an impossibly hot hand around one of your arms. He whirled you back into place, securing you against the counter.

“Can you feel it?” He asked.

Confusion overtook you, but when Steve pressed his body against yours,  you realized what he meant. His warmth was no longer just uncomfortable – now he was warm like a thick duvet in winter and like the surface of the sun all at once. You wanted to shove him away and to cling to him forever.

You began shaking as if you were freezing, but all you felt was as if you were about to melt – that and scared.

Steve cradled your face in his hands, and the skin beneath his fingertips burned. You searched his eyes for answers. He had to have some, he looked so calm even though he was sweating more than you. You held onto his wrists, unsure if you wanted to pull them away or ensure they never left.

“Steve, what-” you stopped talking for fear of biting yourself thanks to the uncontrollable shaking in your jaw. Something vibrated inside his chest, and rather than being terrified you wanted to reach out and touch it.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice low, deep, nigh inhuman. “You know this is right. Everything everyone ever told you, about how the World works, who you should be… No!” He snarled. A part of you was afraid, but a different one, a stronger one wanted to bring him close, so close the heat in your bodies would fuse you into one thing. “All of them were wrong. This is what you’re supposed to be... Mine!”

Your limbs gave out – or maybe your head just gave in – and Steve wrapped his arms around you before you could fall. He lifted you onto the counter, and your arms immediately coiled around his neck. He dragged you closer until your chests were pressed together and you thought you might die.

Steve’s lips met yours, and everything fell into place. The hatred you felt for him was fake, taught to you by the people around you. Your fear of him was foolish, as was your fear of yourself, of your strength. He was right; everything before this had been a lie.

You suckled on his lower lip, needing more of him. Steve was only too eager to comply, and your tongues met with a fury you didn’t know was possible, but it wasn’t enough. You used his thick neck as leverage to drag your body against his, the skirt of your dress riding up your legs as they bumped against his torso. Your thighs were welcomed by the fabric of his shirt. More, you needed more.

Like claws, you slid your fingers down his body and plucked at the buttons on his shirt. Steve suddenly pulled back and you sought him out with a whine – you needed his warmth, you needed him.

Steve growled as he tore off his top and slipped its remains past his muscled arms with some difficulty. God, he was so beautiful. You wanted nothing more than to stay there and just watch the way his muscles rippled with his movements, but you also needed to be close to him. When he neared again, you all but threw yourself at him.

His bare chest to your front, his arms encasing you, your hands tangled through his locks, his soft lips on yours, consuming all you were… Why had you been running from this? Nothing had ever felt as right.

Steve tugged on one of your straps until it broke, freeing one of your breasts from its confine. You wanted him to tear the stupid dress to pieces so there would be nothing in between you. He reached for your tit and kneaded it roughly. It hurt, but no more than you needed it to.

Still, that wasn’t enough.

Steve reached in between your legs. He ran his fingers up and down your slit a few times, and your legs squirmed desperately around his waist. More, more, you still needed to be closer. As if reading your thoughts, he ripped your panties in two with a single pull, and you gasped in surprise and arousal.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he mumbled then went back to kissing you. You didn’t give a damn about your underwear or his apology, and you let him know so by pressing your cunt against his hand. His fingers were too warm to soothe the inferno at the apex of your thighs, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

His hands slid over your burning core, doing little more than spread your wetness around. And, fuck, you were so wet. You didn’t know you could produce so much arousal, enough to soak through your dress and puddle on the counter. Never in your life had you needed a dick this much. Steve seemed content in teasing you, though, rubbing your slick pussy and driving you to madness. You held onto his wrist and tried to make him go faster, but as strong as you were, he was even stronger, and he wasn’t letting go.

In a show of will, you broke the kiss and stared him down. You were shaky and sweaty and the thought of being away from him for even a second hurt, but you needed him to give you more.

“Steve,” you began, voice almost steady. “Please… please fuck me.”

His hands flew to his belt. With you holding onto his biceps for dear life, he struggled to undo his buckle and remove his clothes. You were panting when his jeans slipped past his thighs and mewling when he hooked a finger under the waistband of his boxers. From the outline straining against the fabric of his briefs, you knew you were in for a treat.

You would’ve pounced on him if your muscles didn’t feel so weak. His cock was perfect, long and thick, bordering on too much, a beautiful pink and already leaking for you. You reached out, grabby hands and all, and Steve was on you in an instant. You held onto his shoulder with one hand and guided him into you with the other.

You gasped as your walls melted and molded themselves around him. You were overtaken by the realization that you loved this man – not the kind of love built with time and effort, but the kind that hit you like a ton of bricks. Every crush, every boyfriend, every man you’d ever been with, had been nothing more than an ill-fitting shirt carelessly pulled from a clothing rack, while Steve was tailor-made for you.

All this time you’d been trying to swim up a waterfall, while you should’ve just let the current drag you down.

Steve held onto your ass with both hands and bounced you onto his cock, leaving you to hold onto the edge of the counter for support. He fucked you with wild abandon, but that’s what you wanted. You needed him to ravage you like neither of you would ever have sex again, and with the way your heart was pounding that could very well be true.

Steve hovered over you, blanketing you in his warmth. Sweat dripped from his body onto your skin, already saturated with perspiration, and your combined essences spilled onto the counter and the floor. He was so hot it almost hurt, but the idea of parting from him was far worse, like tearing one of your limbs off.

Contrasting with the frantic movements of his hips, the way he caressed you with his face was gentle, almost clumsy. His nose bumped into your clammy cheek, and he left soft kisses there in between expletives. You didn’t care; hard or gentle, everything he did sent your senses into overdrive. If he shoved his hand through your rib cage and squeezed your heart you would’ve thanked him. You’d do anything to get even closer.

Steve nuzzled his way down your face until his lips reached your neck. The feeling of his teeth skimming your flesh was divine, and you couldn't wait for him to sink them in, as deep as they’d go. You didn’t care if it hurt, if it bled, if he took a chunk out. Hell, that might be for the better. If he ate you, you’d be closer than you ever possibly could otherwise-!

And then you woke the fuck up.

The laminate of the counter-top cracked under your fingers as you screamed bloody murder. Steve dropped you, and you fell on your ass on the puddle of mystery juice on the floor tiles, but not before hitting your back on the edge of the counter.

You wiped at your arms and at your pussy, but all that did was disgust you more. You couldn’t believe you’d let Steve touch you – couldn't believe you’d asked him to do it. You felt sick remembering how into it you were just now. Why did it take you the thought of cannibalism to realize how fucked up that whole situation was?

You looked up at Steve, as disheveled and angry as you. He was rock hard and panting like a dog, and it reminded you of your well founded fear of him. More than a recluse, he was a stalker and a murderer. You didn’t give a shit that he wasn’t convicted; he was the last person David was seen around before disappearing, and you knew he didn’t run away. He wouldn't leave without his wallet, or before saying goodbye to his mother, or without you.

What you’d just done was tantamount to spitting on his grave. You could blame your sudden lapse in judgment all you wanted, but that didn’t change what you did or the guilt you felt.

You pressed your back against the counter as far as you would go and tugged your torn dress up to cover yourself, watching as Steve ran his hands trough his hair over and over again. When your breathing evened out and your body stopped shaking, and, more importantly, Steve’s pants were back into place, you used a cabinet door to pull yourself up to you feet.

Steve took a step in your direction and you lost it again. “Get away from me!” You yelled, cowering against the counter.

He held you down by the shoulders and you kicked your legs back to push him away, crying into your arms. You couldn't really hurt him at this angle, but he still cursed when your foot hit his shin. His fingers burned as he fastened the broken strap with a knot.

Steve pulled you into a standing position and turned you around. He still looked incredibly pissed, but at least he wasn’t accosting you anymore. “I’ll drive you back to Milton’s.”

“What?” You wiped the moisture from your face. “No, I- I came with my bike.” It seemed a ridiculous topic after what had happened, but you were glad to have something else to think about.

“And you’re going to ride it without any underwear?”

You turned away from him. You really weren’t in the proper mental state to argue with him.

Steve stomped out of the kitchen, and you held onto the broken counter as you watched him go. You had nearly recovered all your senses and started debating the merits of going commando when he came back, wearing a new shirt.

He jerked his head in the direction of the hall, and you followed him out of the room and out of the house. The outside air was warm, but it was still a relief when compared to the inside.

Steve marched to your bike, and all but hurled it into the back of his truck. From somewhere behind the house, several dogs barked loudly. He opened the door to the passenger seat and waited for you to climb in.

You hugged your arms as Steve took his place beside you. He didn’t even acknowledge your presence as he shoved the key in the ignition, and that suited you just as well.

The drive into town felt longer than it should have. Typical that time decided to stretch into perpetuity when you had nothing to do but look out of a window and kick yourself. Maybe if there was some music…

You extended your hand towards the radio, only to have it slapped away.

“What the hell?” You squealed, recoiling from the blow. It hurt way more than a warning slap should.

“You always touch people’s stuff without asking first?” Steve hissed. You couldn't believe he was still mad, or that he was mad at all for that matter! If anything, you should be the only one who was angry.

“Can I turn on the radio, please?” You hoped your words carried the venom inside of you.

Steve reached for the on button, and the car was immediately filled with the sounds of classic rock playing at a low volume, and the mood felt immediately ten times lighter.

Tapping your feet to the rhythm of the songs and counting trees outside, you grew more relaxed as Steve drove on, but you sat up straight when the car did a wrong turn.

“Where are you going?”

Steve’s fingers tightened around the wheel as he hissed in between clenched teeth. “To replace your panties.”

He drove to Main Street – the only street in town you could expect to find people at any given time – and you slid down on the seat so none of the passersby would see you.

Steve parked and hopped out. You waited for him with arms crossed, sitting on the car’s floor. The music was a welcome distraction at least, until the radio jockeys stopped to talk about a missing person’s case, a young man gone not ten miles from Lupercal. You were in an even dourer mood when Steve came back.

He took a flimsy piece of pink cloth from his pocket and handed it to you. You slid it up your legs, trying your hardest to cover yourself with your dress, but you needn’t have; Steve was too busy glaring at the outside world to creep on you at the moment.

You jumped out of the truck before it had fully stopped in front of Milton’s store. Steve followed behind and helped you retrieve your bike from the cargo bed. You were checking it for damage while Steve walked back to the other end of the vehicle when you realized something didn’t click.

“Hold up,” you called, and Steve turned back on the spot. “Why did you drive me back here if you didn’t even have the time to pick your stuff up?”

You swore you saw his eyes widen, but then you blinked and the only thing on his face was his customary grimace.

Steve entered his car and drove away without a single word. Your hand shot up to the strap he had ruined, fingering the new knot on your dress.

Part 4

[harryskalechips]

one and done

A/N Hi everyone! I’m back with a one shot :) I know I don’t write as often anymore but since I’m self quarantining and I’m just about finish with high school, I thought I should try and give it another go? I’m also re starting up my jewellery business so ahhh many goals in mind but no motivation ??? Okay, I hope you guys enjoy this one!!! It is definitely a slow burn with smut but part 2? I dunno!!

Y/N and her brother’s best friend Harry, has had some pent up sexual frustration for a while. Wouldn’t it be best if they just had a one and done? you know to get it out of their system ;) 

*smut includes spanking, choking, male and female receives oral, harry dom but Y/N rides, magic face cream treatment for anti wrinkling results? Yes, and what else? sub space, hair pulling, gosh I forgot please read it 😁

Word Count: 6.1k // Masterlist // one and done PLAYLIST

“Don’t you think it's a bit of a cliché to be crushing on your brother’s best friend?” Ness teases Y/N as they walk out of her house. They were just on the steps about to go on a walk around the block. It was definitely one of their favourite things to do as the sun was just about to set.

Y/N had her butt sat on the spruced wooden steps as she ignored her best friend’s comment. First off, she knew it was a cliché. Secondly, her last encounter with him just seconds ago was already making her plan her own execution.

In her head, it was simply her just jumping out of her window multiple times until she lost consciousness. Ness on the other hand was standing up, watching the poor girl tie her laces. “Okay, I was just teasing. We can change the topic.” She lends her hand out for Y/N to take.

“It’s not just that Ness.” She gladly accepts the gesture and stands up. She wipes off her butt and glances back at the door. “I’ve never had a thing for him! Ryan and Harry have been best mates since what? 8th grade and for some reason ever since the cruise from last summer, I can’t stop thinking about him.”

“It’s because he was shirtless half of the time.” Ness laughs as she hands Y/N’s water bottle to her. “Okay, we can admit it though. As a senior he is 10 times more attractive than he ever was. He looks like a frat boy that could jump my bones.”  Y/N stops walking and just stares at Ness while the girl continues to walk. She grabs her hand and pulls her forward. “Okay, I’m sorry for the bad comment.”

“He is hot though. Really hot.” Y/N smiles.

“See, that’s why you should sleep with him.”

“What are you crazy? Ness, Ryan would kill me or him -maybe the both of us!” 

“It’s pent up sexual frustration. Harry legit watched us walk out your door while eating a banana and you still managed to trip on your shoes.” She laughs.

“He was making eye contact with me!”

“All I’m saying is that he throws parties at his house and always invites us despite y’know us being juniors. Just offer, do it, slip out, and never say anything about it ever again.” Ness elbows Y/N as she crosses her arms. 

“Maybe I will.” She laughs pretending to actually sound confident in the idea.

“Good, there’s a party this Friday anyway.” Ness shrugs her shoulders. “It’s the best remedy sis.”

~

“Harry, can we talk?” Y/N follows him into the kitchen while everyone else is God knows where around the house. 

“Ryan is in the backyard, trying to get Cassidy back.” He barely glances at her as he pours himself a drink. He notices an empty one in her hand so he decides to pour coke in hers. 

“I um wasn’t really drinking coke.” She states confusedly as she watches the bubbles in her cup dissolve.

“You think I’m trying to get you drunk at this party. One alcoholic beverage is good enough for yeh.” He smiles at her as he screws the cap shut and taps the top of her head. He was treating her as if she was a child, which definitely pissed her off since she was going to ask him a really fucked up favour in the matter of 60 seconds.

“I can handle myself, you know.” 

“Yup.” He rests his back against the counter and bites the rim of the plastic cup as he looks at her. “What do you need though?” He genuinely asks her. Although they weren’t that close, Harry knew her long enough to know she wouldn’t start random a conversation with him. It was more like a hi and bye situation. Not her trying to actually talk to him. 

“I have a favour and you can’t tell Ryan.” Y/N lets out a big breath as she watches his reaction change into a confused one. 

“Look Y/N, if you want to try and smoke a blunt, I think it’s best you find yourself a dealer that doesn’t know your brother.”

“No, not that.” She whispers as she moves in closer. There were more people entering the kitchen and this was about to get really fucking awkward. 

“What?” He looks at her and notices her body shifting closer to him. Her chest was touching the side of his arm, making his eyes look towards the cabinets instead.

“I-”

“Yes?”

“Do you wanna fu-?” His eyes widen as he downs the rest of his drink in one go. Harry doesn’t even let her continue as he steps away from Ryan’s little sister. 

“I’m sorry do I already know the rest of that question?” He tries not to obviously choke on the liquid in his mouth.

“Well, I don’t know you didn’t really let me finish.”  Her sassy tone comes out. Her cheeks were really red and although Y/N came to the party with Ness feeling really confident in the dress she picked. She just wanted to go home and not show her face to him ever again. This was the stupidest idea! Why on earth did she think Harry would want to sleep with her when there are so many girls that try to get his attention. 

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He bites the inside of his cheek and watches some familiar people leave the room. Once it’s clear again, he speaks up. “Like are you serious?” He could feel his throat becoming more stuffy. “You and me?” She nods. “Really?” She nods again. “That’s crossing the line and Ryan is pretty overprotective. I can’t do that to him.”

“Cool.” Y/N stands perfectly still as she tries her best to maintain eye contact with him. She takes a sip of the coke but later, grabs the bottle of alcohol and pours it into her cup regardless of him watching her. “Well, don’t let Ryan know.” She shrugs her shoulders and laughs. “Thanks for answering my survey!” She gives him an awkward smile then walks out of the room. How can a guy pass up on her??? First rejection has gotta sting. 

This wasn’t some weird guy she was asking though. This was Harry, Ryan’s best friend. If Ness was put in his position, she wouldn’t want her to say yes either. God, she was also going to kill her best friend for putting the most ridiculous game plan in her head.

And although the party continued on, Ness and Y/N didn’t let the earlier events bother them. The two spent hours just fucking around until they found a comfy spot in the living room.

“Y/N, don’t look.” Ness sits beside her on Harry’s couch watching a few strangers play an unfamiliar game on the floor. 

“What?” she quickly looks up to see what Ness is talking about. It wasn’t a surprise to see Harry holding Carla Laws’s hand as they walked up the stairs. They looked pretty excited for a room tour too.

Oh hell no, everyone knows a girl doesn’t go to Harry Styles’ room to just hold hands and a cute sentimental room tour!

“Are you sure he didn’t want to with you?”

“Yes Nessa.” She rolls her eyes and drinks her third cup. “Whatever, if anything at least I don’t feel attracted to him anymore. I found a new ick. He doesn’t even find me attractive.”

“Good. Rejection may hurt but it makes you wake up and face reality.” 

~

Okay if there was one thing Y/N could say now, it was that she is finally over Harry. Overall, he was nothing but a phase. Yes, she was crushing on him for the first semester of the year but after that weird conversation they had, it made sense why they couldn’t work out anyway. He’s a stuck up douche - a typical senior, all while she was a junior who was either too infatuated with him or too horny. Maybe both?

It’s been about two weeks and although Ness made sure to keep trash talking the guy, Y/N knew there was more to him than what her best friend thought. She knew him for years! Maybe the fact he was athletic, charismatic and just kind that made her realize what a perfect guy he was. She knew he was a bit more complex than what other people thought of him and it wasn’t bad at all. 

What she never thought was how awkward it was going to be the next time she saw him. “Hey, Haz.” Ryan opens the door for his buddy as Y/N covers herself with the blanket more all while pretending to watch TV.

For the past couple of days, Ryan was going over to his house and maybe Harry asked him too to come over, but what she didn’t expect was to see him again so soon. 

“Hey Ryan.” Harry takes his jacket and boots off as it just begun to snow outside. “Hey Y/N.” She quickly glances at him and waves. 

“Let’s go to the kitchen first, I wanna get snacks.” Ryan suggests as he walks away, assuming Harry would follow him like usual. 

After thirty minutes, Y/N thought the boys would be upstairs but as she entered the kitchen wearing nothing but her shorts and her brother’s old t-shirt, she was surprised to see Harry and Ryan eating sandwiches at the breakfast bar, looking pretty serious. Did Harry tell him? 

As she walked closer, she noticed both boys were just on their phones, scrolling through different social media platforms. She quickly brushes past them to put her dish in the sink. Ryan seemed unbothered but she could definitely feel Harry’s eyes on her. Once she makes eye contact with him, he quickly takes a sip of his juice and looks at his phone once more. “Y/N can you grab the chips in the cabinet please?” Ryan looks up at his phone and notices his sister was standing right in front of the cupboard. 

“Yeah, no problem.” She turns her back on them and opens the cabinet. She goes on her tiptoes reaching for the only bag of chips. Once she grabs them, she puts them on the counter and walks out of the room, only hearing her brother murmur a thank you. 

It was about 6:30 PM and the parents weren’t home yet. Ryan and Harry decided to chill in the living room when the doorbell rang. Pausing the game, Ryan opened the door to see Tom standing in front of him. “Y/N it’s for you!” He calls out for his sister since he knew Tom was her friend.

“Who’s that?” Harry mouthed.

“Her boyfriend.” Ryan shrugs as he unpauses the game. 

“Tom? What are you doing here?” Y/N walks down the stairs, pulling her shirt down. 

“Vanessa told me to come by. Apparently you need help with the calculus homework? I’m free tonight anyway.” He smiles and gives her a hug. Tom was a really good friend of Ness and Y/N. He was a smart boy that was really kind and obviously had a big crush on Nessa. There was anything he could do for her. 

Y/N instantly bit her cheek and laughed as she remembered Ness’ text message a couple of hours ago when she told her Harry came by. This was definitely one of Ness’ master plans. “You’re so sweet.” She pulls away and laughs. “We can go upstairs, I have a few questions to ask.” She quickly glances at her brother who doesn’t care all while Harry tried his best to maintain his eyes on the screen. 

“Y/N, Put some shorts on!”  Ryan finally yells out as the two went up the stairs. 

~ 

“I don’t get why he throws parties every weekend.” Ness takes a sip of her drink as they sit inside Harry's dining room. They probably weren’t going to stay too long. Everyone was inside due to the cold weather with the occasional smokers outside. Being the only few juniors, there wasn’t much the girls could do other than loiter around, drink a few cups and play the games they knew so well. Y/N wasn’t the type to have random hook ups but you know her exception with Harry. 

“Gemma has gone off for college and Anne is always working really late shifts at the hospital. He’s pretty much anywhere and everywhere besides his house unless it’s a party.”

“True.” 

“I’m going to say bye to my brother then we can head back to mine if you want?” Y/N offers as Nessa nods and downs her drink. 

“I’m going to drink a cup of water. Meet you at the front?”

“Mhm.” They both stand up and leave the room. Nessa was heading straight to the kitchen while Y/N began to wander around the house. 

“Y/N.” Harry calls out her name over the music. He was wearing a while long sleeved shirt that was unbuttoned. It made him look really attractive which almost made Y/N lose her breath. 

“Hey Harry, You know where Ryan is?” The only typical thing she would ever ask him before that one time. (Pretending as if she didn’t sexually harass him last time.) 

“He’s downstairs with the rest of the boys.” He glances around at everyone and looks at her once more. “I’m sorry, are you um- leaving?”

“Yeah me and Nessa are going to call it a night.” She wraps her hoodie around her figure and tries to make her way to the stairs. 

“Want me to give you girls a ride?”

“No no, it’s okay!” She smiles and waves her hand at him. “Nessa drove. You also have a party to h-”

“It’s kind of late maybe she should head home and we can-” And that’s when it hit her. Was Harry Styles trying to isolate her? 

“Oh.” She widens her eyes and slowly nods. “Okay. I’ll let my brother and Ness know. Should I meet you in your car outside?”

“Yeah.” He runs his hand through his hair and quickly leaves her side. After bidding her farewell to Ryan and explaining her interpretation of Harry to Ness, she was  quietly leaving the house as she watched Nessa walk by herself to the car down the street. What surprised Y/N more was to see him in his brown jacket standing by the passenger door. 

“Did you tell Ryan I was dropping you off?” He  nervously smiles as he opens the door for her. He makes sure no one is watching them leave together as he feels the butterflies forming in his stomach. 

“No.” She puts her hood on and sits in his car. She was picking on her stockings trying to avoid the awkward tension between them. Once Harry sat inside and they both put their seatbelts on, they were on their way to her house. It was weird knowing she was actually leaving a party with her brother’s best friend so she could suck his- 

 “What happens if they notice you’re gone?”

“Um, I’m sure they’ll think i'm elsewhere doing stuff.” She knew what he was thinking about and that made her a bit uncomfortable but it didn’t change the fact it was true.

“Are you still down to y’know?” Harry honestly never thought he would be this nervous talking to Ryan’s little sister. 

“Yeah.” She bites her lip as they glance at each other. 

“Cool. Are you like a virgin or something. I mean is there anything that I should know about?”

“No.” She shakes her head and low-key observes how he drives. 

This was going to be one hell of a night. 

Harry has seen Y/N’s room a countless number of times but to actually be with her by themselves in Ryan’s house made him feel really guilty. That guilt however, was shoved in the back of his throat. The girl in the room with his was obviously the best distraction. “I like your room.” he smirks at her as he looks at her soccer trophy collection from grade school. 

“Thanks.” She laughs lightly as she takes off her jacket. She quickly texts an update to Ness before putting the phone on do not disturb. 

“So before we start, what made you ask the offer?” He takes his jacket off and throws it on her chair. He sits on her bed and glances at the time. It was still early, so people probably weren’t going to be looking for him. 

“This is going to sound really dumb but I’ve had this crush on you since the cruise last summer. Well, you know Nessa... she had this thought and she thinks it is just pent up sexual frustration?” She shakes her head of saying the whole idea out loud. “So I thought maybe I should just get it out of my system.” Harry laughs as he takes in of what she just said. it made her smile as well.

“You were checking me out all summer?” He asks her in disbelief. “Little Y/N wanted to jump my bones?” He started to smirk at her. Although they didn’t know each other too well, the awkward tension was gone with just one simple laugh of his. 

“Stop laughing.” She throws a pillow at him. “I didn’t think you would say no.”

“I didn’t want to say no Y/N are you crazy? I’m laughing because I kept checking you out in those tiny bikinis you used to wear.” He throws the pillow to the side and shakes his head. “I don’t want to cross Ryan like that but I think i need to get you out of my system too.”

“Mhm and why’s that?” She locks her door and sits on the bed with him. “Because Carla couldn’t distract me from seeing you in my sheets.” He leans in and kisses her. “Tom coming by a few days ago with you wearing nothing but those little shorts was already making me lose my mind.” He whispers and kisses her again. 

Y/N immediately sits on his lap while trying her best to keep his mouth on her’s. Everything about this was so hot. She was about to just rip his clothes off. 

“One and done yeah?” Y/N rubs herself on him as her fingers tangle themselves in his hair. He kisses down her neck while grabbing her ass. 

“One and done. Just to get you out of my system.” He confirms with her as he gently throws her on the bed. He’s pulling his long sleeve off and taking his shirt off but once he begins unbuckling his jeans, he couldn’t help but notice Y/N trying to take her shirt off as well. “Fuck.” He murmurs as he gently unbuttons her long sleeve to help her take it off. In a flash, he’s on his knees unzipping her skirt and taking her stockings off as well. “You looked really pretty tonight by the way.” His cheeks flush as he throws her bottoms behind his back. Y/N laughs quietly and she sits up and brings his face closer to hers. 

“I actually would like to say the same exact thing.” He leans in to kiss her once more. Her lips were extremely soft and forbidden and it was making him slowly lose his mind all over again. Y/N thought Harry was just a phase but that seemed impossible as she was already dreading the fact this was a one and done situation. 

“You’re just so fucking soft and alluring.” He whispers in her ear as he unclasped her bra. “I already know I need to fuck you hard.” Y/N eyes’ roll back as she feels his wet mouth on her nipple as the other one massaged the other. Her hands were trying really hard to focus on the task at hand which was to undo his pants but it was definitely not working with the way he was distracting her. Not a single thought could process in her mind.

“I think since this is a one and done situation, you better make this memorable.” She whispers and bites her lip as she tries to hold back a moan. His fingers were teasing her covered entrance but Harry could feel her drenched spot already clenching at his presence. 

“Memorable? I’ll definitely leave my mark on you.” He sucks on her mouth more roughly than usual as he rubs his fingers on her centre. “You wanted me so bad baby? You just had to beg me huh?” He gestures his hips more forward to help her with his pants. 

“I’m kind of new to this. Be a bit patient.” Y/N laughs as she gently unzips his pants after numerous attempts.  

“You just ruined the moment.” He laughs with her as he kisses her forehead and takes his pants off as well. “Just kidding, this is probably the most fun I had.” He hovers over her again and teases her entrance. 

“What do you mean?” She lays on her back and roams her hands all over his chest. 

“Never got the chance to tease the fuck out of a pretty girl then fuck her hard.” He slaps her clit and bites down on her lip. She suddenly lets out a moan that makes her eyes flutter and her chest rise closer up to his face. 

He brings two of his fingers to her mouth and slowly lets her lick on it before rimming her entrance and shoving it in without any warning. His thumb slowly rubs her swollen numb as he can’t help but rub himself on her sheets as well. “You mind if I get a little bit of a taste? I’ve been dying to know. I saw you earlier at the party and I had to jerk myself off seeing you in those little stockings of yours.” 

“You. You jerked yourself off thinking about me, baby?” She looks down at him and smiles softly. He gives her a little smirk before pulling his hand away and heading his head down a bit south. His tongue dips slowly on the left side of her leg as his hands grip her thighs tightly, sure of the bruises to form soon.

“You’re like a fucking wet dream. How can I say no to you?” He urgently swipes his whole tongue on her centre. “I saw you earlier and had to go to my room.” He takes another lick. “Fuck baby, the best i’ve fucking tasted. Fuck oh fuck.” He precisely observes the way your whole swallows his fingers in and clench so tightly around him. His tongue dipping and switching with his fingers because he honestly can’t decide which is best. 

“Harry, fuck me please baby.” Y/N moans loudly as she harshly grabs on her boobs. She’s never been fucked this good. It was honestly feeling like a dream. With that being said, she’s only had sex a handful of times but Harry seemed like such an expert in the field. “Oh God.” She tries to pull away. She wasn’t sure if she could continue on with Harry obsessively licking and sucking on her wet centre. 

He looks up and watches her eyes roll back as her fingers begin to pull on his head aggressively. His only reflex is to spread her legs wider. After her first orgasm, Y/N lays on her back staring at her ceiling trying to catch her breath. 

“Fuck me.”

“We aren’t done yet, love.” He laughs at her cuteness. He can’t remember the last time where he wasn’t rushing to finish himself off. He was taking his time with Y/N since it’s what she deserves. He lays down beside her and kisses down her chest. “Tell me when you’re ready to go, yeah?” He dips his tongue on her shoulder until it reaches the huge hickey he left on her collarbone. He gently licks around it and sucks on it again. 

He was a bit surprised to see Y/N sit up and grab a condom from her drawer. “Thank you for fucking the shit out of me, I’ll gladly return the favour.” She smiles and tucks her hair behind her ear as she focuses on putting the contraceptive on him. Just touching it was already forming butterflies in her stomach. 

“I could’ve been fucking you on that cruise.” he mischievously smiles at her as he watches the way her pretty tits move. 

“You were sharing a room with my brother.” She hisses as she holds onto his shaft trying to gently ease the pain as she fully sits on him. 

“But you were alone.” He grabs onto her waist and helps her. “You’re so beautiful fuck.” He sits up on her headboard as her palms rest on his chest. Both of their eyes couldn’t help but watch the way he was easily penetrating her. 

“Was touching myself because of you.” She mumbles out as her speed begins to increase.

“What did you say baby?” He almost chokes on his breath as he can feel her fully taking him in. 

“Couldn’t stop thinking of you on that cruise. I needed you to rail the fuck out of me.” She moans louder as she starts to feel his hips meet her. 

“Fuck me. So perfect, Shit.” He quickly turns them around and shoves himself back into her. His hand immediately tightens around her neck and once he is about to pull it away, she keeps his hand on her. 

“Fuck me harder.” She cries out as his arm begins to push her legs up. He spits in between their centres before thrusting as hard as he can. All you could hear was her headboard banging against the wall as his hand continuously choked the fuck out of her. 

“I bet you like getting spanked too huh?” He bites his lip and semi turns her body before slapping her ass. 

“Harry fuck.”

“Come on, baby. Be a good girl and come around my cock.”

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Y/N cries out as her fingernails scratch his back. “Come in my mouth. I want to taste you so bad please.” tears begin to form in her eyes as she continues to clench around his dick. Harry immediately pulls off the condom and helps her sit up on her knees. She absolutely could not feel a thing below her stomach but with Harry’s hard cock in her mouth, she was already closing her eyes and trusting him with everything she was. She’s never been this fucking vulnerable, she was literally about to pass the fuck out. 

She was softly holding onto his thighs but her hands found comfort on his waist as he began to fuck her mouth harder. Harry on the other hand, kept his eyes on how her mouth was taking him in. He watched the way his fingers wrap around her hair tightly as he brought his hips closer and closer until he could feel her gagging on his dick. Without a warning, he immediately pulls out and spills all over her face.

“Why’d you do that?” She opens her eyes and pouts. She was pretty upset how she couldn’t taste him spill into her mouth. So her finger immediately takes a swipe of his spill and puts it in her mouth. Without hesitation, she’s taking his forming soft dick in her hands before softly licking it clean and softly sucking on his balls. She takes his shaft and swipes her cheek once more before licking the rest of his spill from his shaft. 

“You’re going to make me hard again if you keep doing that baby. Might not be as nice as I was this time.” 

“Maybe I want another round?” She gestures him to lie down as she continues to kiss and suck on his cock. 

“Thought it was a one and done.” He softly smiles as he removes some of the hair from her face.

“How about a one and done night?”

“Deal.”

And although they thought this was crossing a line, they already knew the moment their lips touched, they wouldn’t be able to stop.

~

“Wait so he changed his mind!” Nessa laughs as they drive back home. “Bitch how are you at school today? I literally saw you limping at lunch.”

“Shut up.” Y/N mouth widens as she rubs her face. “I don’t know what happened okay? We said one and done but we honestly went a couple of rounds before I had to wake him up so he could drive back home.”

“But is he out of your system? Don’t get me wrong Harry’s a fine guy but like dating wise? He’s been with other girls but somehow always goes back to Carla. They’ve been like that before you and Ryan moved here.” 

“Yeah, he’s out of my system.” Y/N laughs but truth be told, some nights when she can’t sleep, she’ll find herself staring at the ceiling. 

“Why are you guys home so early?” Nessa asks once they step inside the house. There was a good comparison between Nessa and Ryan with Y/N and Harry. First off, Nessa literally saw Ryan as her older brother which meant they were pretty vocal towards each other. Secondly, Nessa was very comfortable at Y/N’s house almost as if this was her second home. 

“Carla and Cassidy are coming over.” Ryan smirks as Harry cleans the living room behind him. “During the party last night, I may have asked if they wanted to come over for a double date game night thing. Mom and Dad are cool with it since it's a Monday which is their date night too.

“Oh have fun.” Y/N buds in and laughs. “Make sure to actually vacuum please. You don’t want the girls finding your crumbs on the carpet.” She takes her jacket off as Nessa follows behind her up the stairs. Harry obviously tried to ignore the fact, she bluntly ignored him. 

“Double date? Damn, you guys really did just fuck and brushed it under the carpet.”

“It meant nothing right. So?” Y/N tries to brush off the topic as she sets her backpack down. “Why won’t you sit down?” “On that bed?” Nessa smiles awkwardly as she glances at the double bed near the wall. 

“I changed the sheets.” Y/N takes her shirt off and replaces it with another loose top. She unzips her pants and wears her black tights instead.

“So should we invite ourselves to their double date?” Nessa raises her eyebrows as she lays down on the bed. 

“No because it’s weird and I don’t want Harry to think I’m jealous.”

“I think you are.”

“Nope, I told you I don’t like him like that anymore and he’s out of my system.” She tries to ignore the fact, how she swallowed him without hesitation.

“Okay but wouldn’t it be better to prove to yourself you are just by being around him.” And although Y/N wanted to protest that, the two best friends ended up being invited by Ryan to play downstairs anyway. 

“You girls want a refill?” Ryan sits up from the coffee table as he cleans up the empty red cups. Ness, Carla, and Cassidy wanted a new one which made Y/N go help her brother out in the kitchen. 

“Are you having fun?” Ryan asks as he throws the cups in the recycling. Y/N pours the preferred drinks in the new cups as she looks up at her brother. 

“Yeah, I was wondering why you invited Ness and I. Don’t you think we’re cock-blocking?”

“Harry suggested you guys hang out with us while we played games. More competition is fun y’know. Plus you and Nessa can leave whenever.”

“Oh cool. Thanks, I guess?” 

“Yup.” He grabs two cups as she does. She couldn’t help but notice how Ryan suddenly started cheering. “Yeah, Styles get it! Woooo!” Y/N turns her eyes to notice Harry and Carla making out on the floor by the coffee table. 

“Are you guys dating again?” Cassidy laughs as she tries not to watch them make out.

“Sure.” Carla pulls away and pecks his cheek. Nerissa was just watching Y/N’s reaction and she knew it was a bad one. 

“Y/N could you walk me to the car? Appa just texted me and he’s wondering where I am. I forgot it was his birthday.” Nessa speaks up.

“Oh shit.” Y/N was clueless of her excuse. Which thankfully made her seem more genuinely in a rush to get out of the room. She sets the drinks on the table before going upstairs with Ness.

“How did you forget it was Appa’s birthday, Ness?” 

“I don’t know.” She packs her things up. “Why don’t you come with me? He’s gonna blow his cake soon.”

“Oh, I don’t want-”

“Come.” And if there was one thing Y/N knew well about Nessa, it was that she wouldn’t ever forget it was Appa’s birthday, especially if she just celebrated it a couple of months ago. Without a fight to say no, Y/N immediately grabs a hoodie as they walk down the stairs. 

“Ryan, I’m going to Ness’ to celebrate Appa’s birthday. I’ll be home soon before Mom and Dad comes home.”

“Oh okay.” Ryan waves at his sister as his arms rests on Cassidy’s shoulder. 

“Bye guys!” Ness and Y/N wave as they both exit the house immediately. Harry stays unbothered as he takes another sip of his beer. 

“Thank you for getting me the fuck out of there.” 

“It’s okay. We don’t actually have to leave you know. It’s 6 PM, I can drive the car to a different neighbourhood and you can cry all about him there.”

“I love you.” Y/N begins to tear up. 

“I love you too.”

~

“What’s Tom doing here?” Ryan’s eyes are in shock as he watches his sister hold hands with the familiar boy. What’s confusing is that Y/N went to Ness’ for a birthday. 

“He just wanted to come over.” She smiles innocently as she waves hi to the same party. It was just about 7 PM and the double date duo was watching an unfamiliar movie on TV. Nessa called Tom and Y/N had to explain their situation. Although he didn’t really want to do it. He knew Y/N wanted to prove something to the Harry guy. So as long as they didn’t do anything romantic or weird that would cross his boundaries, Tom was okay with it. 

“Aw, I didn’t know you were dating Thomas?” Cassidy smiles as she walks in with a bowl of popcorn. She hands it to Carla who is cuddling up against Harry on one of the sofas.

“We aren’t dating.” They both look at each other and laugh. Tom shakes his head and pulls Y/N up the stairs instead. 

Once the pair is gone, the dates begin to watch their movie again. “Ryan, you really don’t care if your sister is by herself with that boy?” Carla laughs as she feeds herself and Harry popcorn.

“I’m definitely not going to interfere with that, they’re probably doing the nasty already.” His eyes widen as he stuffs more popcorn down his mouth and although, Harry was keeping his eyes on the screen, there wasn’t anything sitting well with him knowing the girl he was with on the weekend was already in somebody else’s arms. 

The goal was to get each other out of their systems, why the fuck are they so jealous then?

great plan Vanessa. 

Part deux ici 

[zukothelasthonorbender]

GENERAL RULES OF A PROTEST:

1. Don't wear contacts.

2. If you get tear gassed, when you get home, put the contaminated clothes in a plastic bag for later decontamination and shower with cold water to avoid opening your pores.

3. Come with friends and don't get separated.

Avoid leaving the crowd and watch out for police snatch squads.

4. Beware undercovers, but beware snitch jacketing and collaborator 'peace police' even more.

5. The far right is very good at combing through pictures and doxxing people. Mask up. Also its covid and with mace and pepper spray bring extra..once its hit with those itll suffocate you and be rendered useless.

6. Write any necessary phone numbers you may need directly on your skin in sharpie.

7. Have an offsite plan for emergencies if you have not been heard from by X time coordinated with someone offsite.

8. Make sure all mobile devices are charged!!

9. If you plan on going to jail, plan it: bail, lawyer, time off from work, witnesses i.e.: a cadre. Don't just go to jail without training.

10. Beware folks inciting violence. Most of them are police feds. Watch out for hook ups for the same reason. Get to know the crowd. They will set you up.

+ Deactivate "touch id" on your iPhone -- they cannot legally force you to open your locked phone via your passcode.

[bubblyhoney]

win for me

warnings: lAnGuAgE, alcohol consumption (both reader and all other characters are of age to drink), marijuana use, Making Out™️, a miniscule Flowers from 1970 reference. PSA: WHEN UR INTOXICATED AND/OR AT A PARTY, TELL UR FRIENDS WHO YOU WILL BE WITH AND WHERE YOU WILL BE AT ALL TIMES. DRINK AND PARTY SAFELY!

tags: sapnap x fem!reader

summary: a collection of moments throughout the beginning of your relationship

words: 5000

A/N: even though this isn’t my most organized or perfect fic this was so incredibly fun to write. and it’s a college!au!! one of my favs. hope you guys like!! let's pretend the pandemic doesn't exist for this one too (please wear ur masks btw)

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Sophomore Year:

Smells like shit in here is your first thought upon entering the laundromat.

It does, in all honesty. What would you expect a place where college students wash three months of dirty clothes and comforters with vomit to smell like? Urine and just a hint of marijuana, incidentally. The door closes noisily behind you and a guy in a black baseball hat turns his head at the noise. Half of his face is hidden underneath the shadow of his scruff and he says nothing, but you still offer an obligatory polite-stranger smile. The place is pretty deserted, what for it being nearly 4 in the morning. And you’re a rare kind of customer; only a few things to wash and you brought your own detergent.

There’s an empty washer next to an old woman in an acid-trip of a parka, and you sweep past the few other patrons with your mesh bag close. The man in the hat nods at you as you pass, looking up from his phone.

Okay. Dark load in one and delicates in the other, you remind yourself. The quarters get pushed through the slot (not without dropping three and having to scramble to pick them up before they disappear between the machines) and you fill the dispensers with a flowery laundry detergent your roommates hates. Oh, and the clothes go in. Done. You relax into a cracked plastic booth around the corner of the machine, pulling a book of crosswords from your bag.

Somebody yelps halfway through filling out a five letter word (“a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep”) and you jump. Baseball Cap rips open the dryer, fumbling around and supplying a pair of gray sweatpants. You can’t help but watch. He digs through both front pockets, pulling out a wad of dollar bills. He sighs, shoves the pants back into the dryer, and starts it with a hard push.

“Gut feeling?” You ask. He looks around for a second and settles his gaze upon you. Nice eyebrows, you think.

“Yeah,” he laughs, slightly nervous. “Yeah. I wore them yesterday and just remembered I put some tip money in my pocket.” Leaning back onto the shelf behind him, he shoves his phone into his pocket and folds his arms tight to his chest.

“I feel you,” you empathize, and set down your pencil. “I washed a parking ticket with my underwear last week.”

He stutters out a laugh, nodding.

“That must’ve sucked,” he adds.

“Yeah.” You shrug. “I wasn’t going to pay it anyways, but would’ve been nice to keep it for memory’s sake.” Rubbing at your knee offhandedly, you just watch him. He’s cute. And easy to make conversation with.

“Hey, um,” he mutters and clears his throat. “Do you by chance know some guy named Karl? Tall, messy brown hair and a horrible laugh?”

You open your mouth, then close it.

“Actually—,” you start but huff out a laugh. “Yeah, he’s uh, he’s dating my roommate. Why’d you ask?”

Reaching a hand to rub at his neck, his face twists into something sheepish.

“I’ve seen you at some parties this semester. I didn’t mean to sound creepy like that— I just—yeah.” His cheeks flush pink and he looks down to the ground.

“No worries,” you say, barely even thinking. “I think I’ve seen you too. You’re in Delta Tau Delta, right?”

“Nah, nah,” he laughs. “Just got some friends in there.”

“Ah.” You nod.

The conversation falls into silence, but not uncomfortable silence. He pulls out his phone again, and you look back to the crossword in front of you. The old woman between you leaves with a humongous load of blankets and a small family leaves with a cart full of bags; now it’s just you two.

When the washer with your delicates ding you nearly jump two feet in the air. Exhaling, you set your work down and open the door.

“Shit,” you curse as two bras fall onto the tile. You reach down to get a hand on a black lace bra and hide it quickly under your elbow. A sneaker squeaks loud in the almost-empty room and you see Baseball Cap’s shoulders.

“Here.” He’s kneeling as he hands you your pink bra and you accept it, biting your lower lip.

“Thanks,” you mumbles, slightly embarrassed, and step back to shove those bras and a couple pairs of your underwear into your bag. He offers you a small smile and backs off to his own machines, humming an off-key version of Unchained Melody to himself. Your other load of laundry gets shoved right on top of your delicates.

It’s when you’re nearly out the door, bell jingling, that you think to look back.

“Hey,” you start, almost stuttering for no reason. “What’s your name?”

He turns, dark eyebrows raised.

“My—uh… My friends call me Sapnap. You can call me that too.” Rosy cheeks once again; you seem to be making him awfully nervous.

“Sapnap.” You try it in your mouth, pursing your lips. “Okay. I’ll see you around Sapnap.”

He nods, affirming your statement.

“See you around Y/N.”

It doesn’t hit you until you’re buckling your seatbelt and starting your car that you realize you didn’t tell him your name.

Perhaps he knew more about you than you thought.

Yeah, you laugh to yourself. Karl’s got a big mouth.

Junior Year:

It takes you a collective twelve minutes to go talk to him.

It’s quiet in the library, students that happen to come here to study or procrastinate few and far between the scattered tables. Your poison today is a 4 page history paper on Normandy that you’d been staring at the instructions for for days. You’d already written a bunch of, frankly, horseshit for the body, but the introduction and conclusion were throwing you for a loop.

The vibes in Ridgeback Hall were also certainly off, today more than any other day; the main help-desk was empty and everybody had to do the tedious task of locating niche textbooks themselves.

Lifting your head from the wood of the table, you squint and focus your vision on the guy in the white tee and denim jacket that had been the focus of your thoughts for minutes. He chews at the end of his pencil, mouth screwed up into a ball, and shoots daggers at the empty notebook in front of him. You’re surprised it hasn’t caught on fire yet just from his gaze.

“Sapnap!” You whisper-shout, stretching your arms across the table as if it would make him any closer. A person with purple hair jumps at your voice but turns back to their laptop. “Sapnap!” you try again, tapping two fingers on the table. His head jerks up, eyebrows furrowed and an angry expression on his face, but softens at the sight of you.

“Y/N,” he counters, equally as loud but with a smile on his face.

“What’re you doing?”

“Calculus.” He sticks his tongue out, making an awfully tortured face. You laugh and wave your fingers at him, gesturing for him to come closer. He just huffs out a sigh, stacks all his papers in one pile, and gets up. The trek over to your table is short but he takes it so slowly you wonder if he always walks like that. Like a varsity basketball player who just got off a horse.

“You’re so slow.”

“Shut up,” he grumbles and settles into a chair across from you. “It’s 2 pm, give me a break. I need a Redbull.”

“Those are bad for you, you know,” you say matter-of-factly and drop your chin onto your hand. He’s even cuter from this angle, you think briefly. He just rolls his eyes.

“Whatever, Miss I’d-like-some-coffee-with-my-sugar-and-cream,” he teases, pointing to your venti iced coffee. It’s about as pale as the color of a band-aid. You just sigh and close your eyes. “You tired?” He flips his pencil in his hand and leans back into the seat, sighing.

“Yeah,” you mumble. “I haven’t slept yet today.”

“Wow, you’re dumb.” He looks scandalized. You just shrug.

“Perhaps. I don’t really know why I did it actually— just for funzies!” You raise an arm but let it drop back down. “I stayed up playing Sims.”

“Feel that. I play Minecraft with my buddies until like 2 am every night too. It’s nice,” he decides and folds his arms across his chest. Your eyes flit over to his strong arms, admiring the way his denim shirt looks around them. Thick.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“What?” He says too loudly and it warrants a ‘shush’ from another student. He reddens, but looks back down to you. “I—why do you ask?” You shrug, eyebrows raised.

“Just wondering. You’re too cute to not have one.”

“Right,” he huffs, but his cheeks stay pink. You two fall into easy silence, his eyes trained on the notebook in front of him and yours closed peacefully. “Are you dating anyone?”

They snap open not-so-peacefully.

“Nope. You wanna submit a boyfriend application?” A smile cracks your lips and he grins back.

“Maybe,” he replies and stares at your mouth. “I have to say—,” He stretches into a yawn. “I think I’m qualified.”

“Oh, yeah?” Your eyebrow quirks. “And why are you so qualified?”

“Well, first of all, I work at Ace Hardware. That’s where cool people work.” He presses one finger into his palm. Then two. “And I have a bunch of free time because said job at Ace Hardware only likes scheduling me in the mornings. Plus, I’m hot.” He shrugs.

You nod faux-seriously, considering his list.

“Those are very good qualities, sir. I’ll have to get back to you on that.” You pause. “Okay, I’ll schedule an interview. How’s 7 pm at the Chili’s on Main? Chili’s is the designated interview place.” You wiggle your eyebrows. He just smiles at you, shaking his head in disbelief.

“That was smooth.”

“Yeah, I know.” You carefully study your nails. “I’m pretty impressive.”

“Clearly,” he mutters and chuckles. “But I do like their salsa. And margaritas. We got a deal?” He holds out a large hand. You take it, squeezing tightly.

“Hell yes.”

When you see the man called Sapnap a week later, you are very obviously in a different state of mind.

Same state, same college town, but very different blood alcohol contents.

“Sappy!” You shout, raising your arms above your head with a stupid grin on your face. He turns, that familiar look of surprise evident in his expression.

“Y/N,” he laughs and approaches your group of friends in the kitchen. It’s Greek Wedding night at Delta Tau Delta, and you assume Sapnap came to support Delta’s “groom” Alex. You’d gotten uncharacteristically drunk, trading air for sangria, and you were now in the incredible stage where everyone was both your friend and your favorite person.

Throwing an arm around his shoulders, you mash your face into his bicep and giggle.

“Missed you so much,” you try to manage out of your mouth, but it comes out slurred and stuttered. “So much.” You’d gone to Chili’s two days before and promised another ‘interview’ in the next few days, but it felt like two months away from your beloved. Beloved friend, that is. Only one date.

“Yeah?” He places a hesitant hand on your back and nudges you into a standing position. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Oh, shhhh,” you mumble and close your eyes. “Only— a lot.” Blinking them back open, you zero your gaze in on a bottle of Ciroc half-empty and looking very tempting on the kitchen island across from where you’re leaned up against the kitchen sink. He catches your gaze and steps in front of you, pleasant face filling your vision. You gasp.

“You are so cute.” Sliding your palms up onto his face, you hold his scruffy cheeks in your hands and smile all dopey at him.

“Is that your brain or the alcohol telling you that?”

“Uh,” you swallow. “Both. And my heart.”

He just shakes his head and his chest moves with a heavy laugh.

“Glad to hear it.”

“Are you having fun?” You ask, all concerned and furrowed eyebrows. You look like you’re genuinely interested and worried about if he’s having a good time or not, and it makes his expression melt.

“I’m having lots of fun,” he passes over his shoulder as he flips on the tap and fills a red solo cup with water. “In fact, I’m gonna have a nice, cold glass of water right now.” He shakes it like an owner offering their dog a treat.

You eye the cup in his hand, having half a thought that this might be some sort of backwards psychology move. The other half wins.

“That sounds so good right now— can I drink some?” Your eyebrows pull together and your bottom lip drops into a pout. It makes him blink for a second. He remembers the little game you’re playing and just hands it over, smug. You gulp it down quickly and crush the empty plastic into your palm with an exaggerated exhale. “Hit the spot,” you sigh, and pat your stomach fondly.

“You hungry?” Sapnap asks you as he steadies you with two hands on your shoulders. Something pops into your head at his words: a set of two McChickens and an Oreo milkshake.

“Oh my God,” you gasp, and mirror him by placing your hands on his shoulders. “Can we go to McDonald’s?”

He just shakes his head, grin wide on his lips, and shrugs. Perfect teeth, you think.

“I haven’t drank anything, so I’m good to drive.” He pulls his keys from his pocket. “I know you’re smashed right now so—do you feel safe with me?” The question falls from his mouth and you truly consider it, pulling your lip between your teeth.

“Yeah. I’ll take this just in case,” you say, and take a large dinner fork from the counter next to you. It has some red liquid on it that you brush off onto the fabric of your jeans.

“That’s actually gross.”

“Yeah.” You grip it tighter in your head. “But it’ll do the job if you try any shit. I’ll put this in your eyeball.” Brandishing it, a smile stretches onto your mouth. He just shakes his head and heads for the back door, jerking a hand in your direction to get you to follow him.

The cool night air explodes on your face when you step onto the porch and it makes you blink rapidly. Sapnap is right at your side, offering a forearm as you slowly make your way down the two back porch steps. A tall blonde smoking half of a blunt makes a grunt noise as you two pass and your knight-in-shining armor looks up.

“Gonna go get some food. Want anything?” Sapnap stops on the rocky path to the sidewalk, tilted up to hear the blonde’s response. The other guy shakes his head but nods to you in passing.

“I’ll tell her friends where she went,” says the blonde, and disappears through the sliding glass doors.

Your hand falls from his forearm to his hand and grasps it tightly, swinging back and forth as you stumble to his car. You flash him a grin that he just chuckles at.

“Watch your step,” he warns as you yank on the handle of the passenger door and nearly fall off of the curb.

“I’m fine,” you huff, and scramble to get yourself upright into the seat and buckled. He closes your door and jogs to the driver’s seat, climbing in and starting the engine quicker than your head comprehends.

The small space fills with the sound of Letters to Cleo as he’s maneuvering out of his parking spot and he slaps a hand at the stereo button almost immediately. His cheeks redden as he glances at you once.

“I love Letters to Cleo,” you admit, and switch it back on. Ah, Co-Pilot. A classic. “Be my co-pilot!” You sing, loud and sharp. He shakes his head but huffs out a reluctant laugh.

“My older sister loved them. Bit old for my taste, but—you know. Can’t deny that I love a little bit of 90’s angst.”

“Absolutely,” you nod vigorously and pick at your nail. “Oh!” The fork magically reappears at your side and you grab at it. “For my McChickens.”

“And for me,” he adds.

“Yup. You too.” But you drop it onto the seat and lean forward, fumbling with the volume dial until you feel the lead singer’s voice thumping into your heart. “I love this lady!” You shout and rock your head to the beat.

Shaking his head, his shoulders move in an easy laugh. The drive-thru line is kind of busy for 2 am, he notes, pulling in right behind a navy BMW sedan. But it moves quickly, especially when you’re moving in your seat, scream-singing the lyrics to I Want You To Want Me.

“Yeah,” he says, loud into the mic. “Two.”

“Alright.” The voice reports from the speaker, a background clicking joining their bored tone. “Two McChickens, a double cheeseburger—ketchup and pickle only— , a medium fry, and an Oreo McFlurry. Anything else, sir?”

Sapnap chews on his lip, and glances at you. You just give an encouraging thumbs up.

“That’ll be all,” he reports.

“Second window, and your total is $9.67.”

He barely has time to call a “thank you so much!” before the line ends with a click. Rude.

“Jesus Christ,” you moan the second you sink your teeth into your first sandwich.

“Agreed,” he mumbles and pushes as much cheeseburger he can fit into his mouth.

“This,” you start, swallowing. “is the sexiest thing I’ve encountered in all of my years. I thank all higher powers when I consume McChickens…” Trailing off for dramatic effect, you stare down the sandwich before mimicking a dinosaur war cry and practically shoving it down your throat. He just nods in agreement.

“It’s so nice out tonight,” Sapnap comments, swinging a look out his rolled-down window. He parked right in front of the Campus Quad, large bubbling fountain the show to your dinner. And some geese fighting each other for half a rotting hot dog.

“Mhm.” You crumple up your wrapper trash and toss it into the empty paper bag. “Could totally go for a swim.”

He turns and gives you a look. You look right back.

“Should we?” It’s barely a question.

“Um, hell yes,” is all it takes for you to say before you’re clambering out of the car and starting for the fountain. He follows closely after, jogging to catch up with your borderline track-star sprints.

“Wait up!” He calls as you reach the border of the fountain.

“Ugh,” you sigh, impatient. “Hurry up.”

“Mouthy,” he grumbles before kicking off his shoes and bending to fold his pants up over his knees. You just climb straight in and brave the cold.

Squealing, you hop from one foot to the other, shoulders tight as you get used to the freezing water. He laughs and climbs in right beside you.

“Shit,” he curses, and shivers. “This sucks.”

“You suck,” you quip right back and splash around. He stares, disgusted, at the water soaking up your jeans all the way up to your knees.

“You’re gross for wearing jeans in a fountain. That’s worse than wet socks.” He starts to move around as feeling comes back into his toes.

“What, would you prefer me taking my pants off?” A sassy look paints your face and he rolls his eyes.

“No, but you could’ve folded them up like a normal person.��

“I think you forget,” you start, and splash a palmful of water his way. “I’m quirky.”

He gasps, face twisting as the water hits his thighs.

“You’re dead.”

If campus police were patrolling the Quad right now, they’d see two college juniors wading around in a fountain, water up to their knees, having a competition to see who can inflict the most damage. He won, it seems, because your shirt is drenched all the way up to your ribs.

“Okay!” You shout, hands spread to brace yourself. The water in his palm falls. “I’m cold and I want my other McChicken.”

“Fine,” he sighs, and with some difficulty manages to get out of the fountain and back into his shoes. You just make your way back over to his car barefoot, braving the mulch and poorly-sanded concrete.

You both finish your food quickly, discussing menial things like how fast food restaurants always skimp on the pickles and how it’s truly a disservice to the world that so many people don’t know it’s Biggie singing the song Kat dances on the table to in the 1999 classic 10 Things I Hate About You.

When Sapnap pulls up to your house, he shifts the car into park and lets loose a heavy sigh. You whip around, hand on your buckle, and sport a very confused look on your face.

“I’m tired,” is all he says. Head falling onto the seat, he rolls over to give you a half-lidded look. You nod empathetically and climb very carefully out of his passenger seat. Your drunk muscles haven't caught up to your mainly sober brain, which is impairing your ability to look like a functioning human being.

“Thank you for tonight,” you chirp, smiling in at him with your arms folded on the open window sill. The half-drank Oreo McFlurry is lukewarm in your hand. He stares at your flushed lips.

“Anytime you want a drunk McChicken let me know.” He winks. “I have a gift card.”

“You spoil me,” you coo, and step up onto the sidewalk. “I’ll see you sometime soon, yeah?”

He nods, pursed lips fighting a grin.

Cute, you both think at the same time.

Sometime soon, somehow, means the very next day.

It’s breezy yet uncharacteristically hot out, and certainly way too bright for a hungover Y/N.

You’re sat on the porch swing, nursing a hot decaf coffee with lots of sugar and cream. Sunglasses sit comfortably on your nose, but you still have to squint. The pills you took have yet to kick in, so all you have to do is wait and try not to vomit into your mug. Suddenly, your phone lights up and buzzes to life. You press the green button and lift to your ear.

“What do you want?” Your voice is awfully froggy, you realize, and clear your throat.

“Good morning to you too.” Sapnap’s voice rings clear yet husky into your ear. The corners of your lips twitch up into a smile. God, you’re whipped just for the sound of his voice.

“It is definitely not a good morning,” you grumble and switch him into speaker phone. You drop the phone into your lap and stretch out further on the swing.

“Good morning for me,” he chirps cheerfully. “Take anything for the headache?”

“Yes,” you report, sounding like a pouting child and rubbing two fingers into your temple. “Some idiot fed me ice cream last night so this morning I woke up having to both shit and throw up.”

“Aww,” he sympathizes, sounding way too entertained. “That sounds like a you problem.” You stuck out your tongue, but upon realizing he can’t see it, make a ‘hmph’ noise into the mic. “Anyways. I called to see if you wanted to go get breakfast with me. Waffle House, specifically.” You make a face but lift yourself up off the swing, wincing.

“I saw a rat eat an entire piece of french toast there once. But—sure. I’ll pay.” He starts to whine, but you scoff. “Let me love you, bitch. You pay for my McDonald’s and I pay for your pancakes. Easy trade.”

“Whatever. See you in five.” He hangs up right as you twist the front door open and drop your phone onto the couch.

“Who’re you talking to?” comes from the kitchen and you jump, pressing a hand to your chest. A shirtless Karl enters the living room with a bowl of fruit loops in his hand.

“Jesus Christ,” you breathe, and duck into the hall closet for your pair of dirty tennis shoes. “I was talking to Sapnap.”

“Oh,” he says around his mouthful of cereal with a grin. “You guys dating yet?”

You pass him a weird look, bending to tie your shoes.

“Gimme like two weeks. I’ll have him at my beck and call,” you laugh and collapse back into the couch.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” He quirks an eyebrow and exits stage left into your roommate’s room.

The few minutes it takes for Sapnap to come to your house are short but filled with contemplation. Do you really want to date him? He’s certainly cute enough. Nice enough. And smart enough. He seems to like you too—

A honk interrupts your thoughts. Always having to be obnoxious, huh?

“You’re annoying,” you mumble as you buckle your seatbelt. He just shrugs, tiny smile tugging his lips, and shifts into drive. The short trip to Waffle House proves more quiet than lively. He seems awake, actually, so you attribute the silence to your tumultuous thoughts. The music is nice, though. Bikini Kill is perfect for 10 am.

After you two order (three chocolate chip pancakes for him and two regular waffles with a side of hashbrowns for you), he finally breaks the silence.

“Hey, are we dating?”

You pause with your lip on the rim of your orange juice. Your gaze falls from his lips to his fingers wrapped around the coffee mug. Two silver rings adorn both his middle fingers and they glint underneath the fluorescent lights.

“Do you wanna?” You squint back up at him. The tips of his ears flush pink.

“I-uh… Yeah. Yes,” he says simply. You try to hide a smile, but realize there’s no point.

“Okay.” You take a long drink of your orange juice. “I really like you. A lot. A surprising amount, actually; I haven’t really dated seriously since highschool.”

He nods, shuffling his feet on the tile. What else does he have to be nervous about? you wonder.

“I’ve… kindasortamaybelikedyousincesophmoreyear,” he mumbles and you swallow.

“Huh?” Leaning forward, you set your glass down.

“Um,” he starts but doesn’t finish.

“Did you say you’ve liked me since sophomore year?”

“...Maybe.” His coffee becomes the most interesting thing in the world, apparently. “Do you remember that one time during the Summer Carnival where Karl lost his phone?”

“Uh—yes! Yeah, actually. I do remember that. He found it in the porta-potty. What about it?” The waitress sets down both your plates in front of you and you offer her a smile in thanks before she trundles off to the drink station. You pick up your fork and wait for him to continue.

“I left two hours early because you invited Michael from your computer science class.” You pause around your mouthful of potato and he just stares back, trying not to grin. “Yeah. I thought you were hot and left early because you brought another guy.”

“Michael is gay,” you say slowly.

“Yup.” He nods and shoves a forkful of pancake into his mouth. “Isn’t that so stupid?”

“So stupid,” you tease but your cheeks blush pink.

“Anyways. Now I’m dating you, so. Win for me.”

“Ditto,” you murmur, and manage to fit half of your first waffle into your mouth. “This is the easiest it’s ever been to start dating someone.”

“It’s ‘cause we’re cool, I’m pretty sure,” comes from a mouthful of pancake.

“That’s facts.”

The rest of Pancake House is bustling, a few families with young kids and some other hungover college students scarfing down similar breakfast foods and confections. You two barely give any other customers the time of day, too wrapped up in conversation and each other. The waitress gets a heavy tip after an hour and a half of struggling to swallow dough soaked in syrup and chocolate.

Sapnap walks you to your door after breakfast, hand on your waist and pressed to your side. It feels good. Right.

“I’ll see you Wednesday right?” You ask, turning to him with hopeful eyes. How could he resist?

“Definitely. Wouldn’t miss Game Night for the world— I can’t wait to beat your ass at Uno.”

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” You murmur but you’re already slinging an arm around his shoulder and bringing his mouth down to yours.

You taste like sugar, he thinks. His hands find the small of your back easily, pressing you further forward into him. You hum at that, tracking a hand up the back of his neck and into his hair to grip it between your fingers.

He smells both musky and sweet and cool at the same time: heaven. One of his hands slides up to grip at your neck, thumb rubbing at your jaw, and you make a pleased noise into his mouth. There it is.

“Y/N!” Shrieks from inside your house and you jump, pulling away from Sapnap with a smack.

“What?” You yell back, irritated, and he just laughs as he dips to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Stop tonguing your boyfriend and come help me with my photography project.”

“God damn it,” you sigh and drop your hands. His slide down to just rest on your hips, comfortable. “I have to go.” You're annoyed, that’s for sure, and he prays you aren’t too mean to your roommate.

“Alright.” He dips for a quick kiss one last time. Okay, two more times. Maybe three. But he pulls away, grinning. “I’ll see you Wednesday.”

And then he’s stepping off your porch, walking to his car with his hands in his pockets. You watch his back fondly.

God, boyfriend. He’s your boyfriend. Boynap. Sapfriend. You can’t decide on a name, but all sounds perfect.

Perfectly him.

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A/N: ask or send me some stuff!! requests, rants, anything. :D comments = welcome!

[jackrrabbit]

cooking at 3am /// Osamu x f!Reader

Request: Imagine cooking together with Osamu at 3am because neither of you could sleep (or because ‘Samu got the midnight munchies lol). You don’t have anything specific in mind; you’re just playing around and feeding each other little bits of what you make.

A/N: bruh you said munchies and my mind said [[ h i g h o s a m u ]] sorry this went in a kinda different direction? but still fun 3am cooking project vibes :P

Tag/warnings: fluff, light drug use (weed), you and Atsumu are lowkey Bros™️, Osamu's kinda baby 🤧

Osamu’s not good at smoking.

He doesn’t really know how to inhale—you know, hold it in his lungs so it can soak in or whatever—and when he does, he coughs. Except he tries to repress the coughs. Even if he wants to hide it, he’s always close enough to you that you can feel his chest moving from trying not to cough when he takes a hit.

And also, like every baby smoker, he can’t really tell when it’s kicking in until he’s off the deep end.

“Can you feel it yet?”

“No.”

You shoot Osamu a glance where he’s sitting on the ground in front of the couch, watching a nature documentary on Atsumu’s TV with a glazed-over look on his face. “You sure? Your eyes are super red.”

“I can’t feel it. Give it—“ He holds out his hand and honestly you’re pretty sure he’s had plenty, but it’s Atsumu’s vape so who cares. You hand it over and Osamu holds it up to his mouth and sucks, eyes fluttering closed as the light on the side of the Pax glows yellow.

God, he looks hot when he does that. Something about a hot guy smoking, yeah? Actually, no. Something about your hot boyfriend smoking.

Except 'Samu holds his breath a second too long and you can see the urge to cough hit him… Wait for it, you think to yourself, and a second later he hacks and wheezes the vapor out in a wispy cloud that reflects silver against the semi-dark. You coo in sympathy and pat his back. “Want some water?”

Osamu shakes his head, hand over his mouth to stop the coughing. On the tv, David Attenborough talks about penguin courtship rituals and Atsumu (who’s been draped on the couch next to you for the past few hours) gives a light little sigh in his sleep. You check the time. 3am. Bedtime. Too bad you and 'Samu are both too high to drive home…whoops. Guess you’re spending the night at Atsumu’s place.

Osamu rubs his bloodshot eyes like they’re itchy, which they probably are. “Hey, can we— uhh… Do we have pancakes.”

“Pancakes, babe? You mean the ones you made for breakfast?”

“Yeah, there’s leftovers…I made you extra and you didn’t want them.” He twists around and gives you an incredibly dirty look, like this is something you did on purpose to hurt his feelings. “If you don’t want them I’m going to eat them.”

“Wait, 'Samu—“ But Osamu's already getting up off the floor to wander over to the next room. You debate pausing the show—it’s a really good scene—but you leave it going for Atsumu's sake because you’re pretty sure the narration is the only thing keeping him asleep. He’s kinda drooling on your shoulder and you have to push him off to go follow your boyfriend to the kitchen.

“What is all this stuff? Ugh…” Osamu's pawing through the fridge. There’s a lot of crinkling, plastic sounds—you catch a glimpse inside and all of the shelves are stacked up with plastic bags and styrofoam containers.

You yawn and hop up to sit on the kitchen island. “Takeout? I don’t think he cooks.” Atsumu's going to get a lecture tomorrow for keeping 2-week-old Indian food in his fridge. God knows you heard it way too many times before you and Osamu moved in together. You don’t envy 'Tsumu.

Osamu sits down in front of the fridge, fumbles with a drawer, and pulls out a bag of moldy grapes. “Gross…who lives like this…”

You snicker into your hand.

“I can’t find the pancakes.” 'Samu's pulling the plastic drawers all the way out now, setting them down on the floor as he inspects the contents of the fridge.

“They’re not here.”

“You ate them?”

“No, I— Hey, put those back in,” you tell him helplessly as he shuts the door of the fridge, ignoring all the leftover food he took out. Yeah, half of it was probably off anyway, but Atsumu's gonna be pissed if he wakes up and there’s takeout going bad all over his kitchen floor.

“You threw away my pancakes?” Now the look on Osamu's face is utter betrayal. He stands up off the floor and glares sulkily at you. “I made those for you…”

“I didn’t throw them away, they’re—“ You hold back a laugh and wish you had your phone on you (where did it go?) so you could take a picture. He’s so cute when he smokes. “—they’re at home.”

“At home?”

“Yep, at home. The place where you and me live, remember?”

“Oh.” Osamu pauses, reaches out absently to grab the edge of your sleeve. You’re wearing one of his hoodies. “We’re not at home?”

“Nope. We’re at Atsumu's place,” you tell him through a giggle.

He plays with your sleeve, contemplating. “Why?”

“Because we’re out of weed and he said he’d smoke us out. And we like hanging out with him.”

“Oh. We do?”

“Yes.”

“…’Kay.” It takes Osamu a second to accept this, but then he nods seriously. “(Y/N), I'm hungry.”

“I know. What do you want to eat? You could probably have any of that stuff, I don’t think he’ll miss it.”

'Samu thinks about it for a moment, scanning the array of takeout containers spread out across the kitchen floor. “I want pancakes.”

“The pancakes are at home, remember?”

“Yeah…” Osamu flips over his grip on your sleeve and traces his thumb down the lines in your palm. “I could make some?”

More pancakes? “I don’t think 'Tsumu has eggs, babe. Or flour. Or…baking soda?” You’re not really sure what ingredients go into pancakes. Whatever cooking skills you possessed pre-Osamu have deteriorated significantly since you moved in together and he took over any and all food preparation for your household.

He pouts at this, and his hair is a little messed up, and he’s so pretty that you can’t stand how much you like him in that second. Mine mine mine, something in the back of your brain says. He’s mine.

You reach up and Osamu obediently ducks his head down so you can smooth his hair back into place and fix the bits that are flipping over his part. “Is there anything else you want to eat?”

“Onigiri.”

“Oh…” Well, at least Atsumu probably has rice. “Sure. Ok. That’s your specialty.”

“I want ya to make it for me.”

“What?” You frown and pull your hand out of his. “You know my cooking sucks.”

“No it doesn’t. (Y/N)’s food’s the best.”

“You own an onigiri shop, come on—“

“Please?”

One of his bangs falls back in his eyes and without thinking you reach up to put it in place. “Okay, fine. But you can’t complain about it if it’s not good.”

He smiles and you want to blush. “Yes! I promise.”

So you do it for him. Even though you’re high too. You measure some rice and water into the rice cooker (Osamu has to give you pointers on how much of each to put in) and you scrounge around Atsumu's depressingly bare kitchen for a few sheets of seaweed and some easy fillings. Osamu pulls a stool up to the island counter and rests his chin on his hands so he can watch you with a bleary look of adoration on his face.

It takes you…maybe half an hour to be done? It’s hard to gauge time when you’re high. You and 'Samu both jump when the rice cooker finishes and plays the little rice cooker song, which will remain stuck in your head for the foreseeable future. 'Samu hums it in a loop while you shape the rice into lopsided triangles and wrap the nori around it.

“Here,” you tell him when you set the plate down in front of him. He looks entirely too happy to be eating your mediocre food for someone who literally does this for a living, but who cares.

He picks one, takes a bite, swallows. And blinks.

“What do you think?” you ask in spite of yourself.

“Umm…salty,” Osamu says.

You grab one to try yourself and it’s salty. Like, ocean salty. Yuck. “I told you it would be bad,” you complain, trying to tug the plate away but Osamu grabs it and pulls it back.

“Noooo…it’s good,” he lies, although his face is giving him away. Still, he takes another bite and chews enthusiastically.

“Shut up.” You tug a little harder but Osamu doesn’t let go.

He swallows, pulls a face, and takes another one. “So good. I love it.”

“Shut up. You sound so fake. You’re going to get sick if you eat that.” You keep pulling, but he insists on pretending it’s edible so you admit defeat and help him finish the onigiri off. God, they’re awful. But he keeps eating and so you do too.

When you’re done, your mouth feels dry as fuck and you want to sleep almost as much as you want to drink about a gallon of water. “Is it bedtime yet?” 'Samu asks, wiping his mouth and then rubbing his eyes again.

The clock over the oven says it’s past 4. “Yes. It’s bedtime.”

“Wait—we’re…we’re not at home, right? We’re at 'Tsumu's?”

“Mhm.”

“I prolly drove here…I dunno if I can drive now,” Osamu tells you slowly, like he’s apologizing. “I think I'm kinda high.”

“Oh yeah?” You hold your laugh back and put your hands up on his cheeks. “How do you feel?”

“Dizzy. Blurry? Like…you’re in slow-motion.” His hands come up to layer over yours. “You’re pretty in slow-mo.”

“Prettier than usual?”

Osamu closes his eyes, scrunching them up to think and then looking over your face intently. “Same amount, just slower. So it’s easier to see.”

“That so?” You slip your hands around to drape over his shoulders and get up on your tiptoes to give him a little kiss on the cheek, because he’s earned it. “You know what, I think I'm kinda high too. I think we’re going to have to have a sleepover.”

“On the couch? S’not big enough for us both.”

“You can sleep with 'Tsumu in his bed…or I guess you could sleep on the ground?”

'Samu's mouth twists and his brows draw together. You can practically hear the gears in his mind turning while he considers alternatives. “Can we share the bed?”

“I think Atsumu's gonna want it. It’s his house.”

“But he’s already sleeping.”

True, you can hear Atsumu snoring lightly from the living room underneath David Attenborough’s description of endangered falcons in the Philippine rainforest. You should really wake him up—matter of fact, you should really clean up the kitchen because it’s a huge mess—but 'Samu's already pulling you away. And you’re so sleepy.

“He’s going to be pissed tomorrow,” you tell Osamu through a yawn, but you let him steer you in the direction of Atsumu's bedroom, holding your hand.

“Don’t care…I hate sleeping without you.”

“Yeah,” you say, and you squeeze his hand and he looks back at you like you’re the literal best thing in the entire universe—and you decide you should get him high more often. “Same.”

[sambvcks]

crawl home to her, b.b. x reader

chapter one // body’s working on empty

summary: bucky isn’t as receptive to this new life of his as everyone had hoped. he’s cold, sharp-tongued, and closed off. except to the tenant across the hallway from him, who always wears pajamas and bakes a dozen too many of his favorite cookies

warnings: food, nothing too bad this chapter!

word count: 1.5k-ish

author’s note: i thought my marvel phase ended five years ago...here we are again. i haven’t written in awhile so please be kind! title and chapter titles taken from hozier’s ‘work song’.

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Five minutes into their first session, Bucky decided he was going to make Dr. Raynor’s job as difficult as he possibly could.

It wouldn’t be an impossible task, seeing how this whole ordeal depended on him opening up and talking, two things that he had abandoned decades ago. Her unwavering stare was nothing more than a challenge, these fifty-minute sessions once a week were nothing more than a slight inconvenience to his lackluster day to day routine. He would play along, do whatever exercises she asked, and feign stability until he never had to see her again.

“Since this is our first session together, we’ll take it easy.” She promised with a forced upturn of her lips before whipping out her notebook.

Suddenly, it felt like he was encased in bulletproof glass in Berlin again. He remembered that the last time he had been forced into receiving psychiatric help, it hadn’t exactly gone to plan. His chin fell to his chest, hands wringing together as he thought of any excuse to request a different doctor. 

“Let’s begin.”

It was already getting too hot to wear leather gloves and his heavy jacket. New York’s heatwave was supposed to be the highest on record this year and while kids popped open fire hydrants in the street, Bucky would be settled on the hardwood floor in the back corner of his apartment, waiting.

Waiting for what, he wasn’t quite sure.

It was a fairly nice apartment, newly renovated and practically barren. Government issued and funded, of course, and he had spent the first night pulling the furniture from the walls to the center of the room in search of bugs and cameras. He found thirty-four, destroyed them under a rolling pin, and they hadn’t come to replace them. Message received.

The one thing he really liked about the apartment building were his neighbors. The price tag for a one bedroom was substantial to say the least and only older couples could really afford it. No children, no dogs, no outsiders. The only break from his undisturbed routine would be occasionally helping Mrs. Johnson down the hall carry her groceries as she struggled to get the door unlocked with her brittle hands.

They affectionately called him James and the older women were quick to get a hold of his arms, saying things like “They don’t make them like you anymore, James!”. He swallowed the bile prickling at the back of his throat as he nodded, and they moved on to telling him about their single granddaughters.

It was almost nice, his routine. Almost.

Outside of those small encounters, he spent most of his waking hours jogging in the park and cooking the same three meals. He had his appointment every Wednesday with Dr. Raynor, but that was it. He’d take two trains back to his apartment and wouldn’t emerge again until he needed groceries two days later.

It was when he was returning from one of his biweekly grocery trips, a paper bag settled on his hips, that he spotted you outside his door.

He stilled in the hallway, taking a quick step back to peek around the corner without being spotted. His breath stalled, his ears picking up your soft humming and the crinkle of plastic as you set a bundle of cookies at his doorstep, the only one without a mat. His eyes flicked to the other doors, where identical bags of cookies sat propped up, tied with blood red ribbons.

His shoulders relaxed. No threat.

The bottom of his grocery bag suddenly gave way, fruit rolling in every direction. Bucky fell to his knees, glove clad hands snatching up everything he could reach as quickly as he could manage. You were faster, though, and scooped up a plum that had rolled your way, offering it over as he tried to balance the rest of his groceries in his arms.

“Thanks.” He was quick to sweep past you, hand digging in his pockets for his key.

“James, right? Ms. Robinson downstairs is like, in love with you.”

“Yeah, but, uh-“ Dr. Raynor’s instructions from their last session rang in his head, as much as he tried to tune her out: make connections. “You can call me Bucky.” He cleared his throat. “And Mrs. Robinson is far too good for me.”

“Bucky it is then.” You trailed him down the hallway, “Y/N.”

Bucky tried to sneak a glance at you from the corner of his eyes, which was harder to inconspicuously do now that he had gotten a haircut and couldn’t hide his wandering eyes behind long tresses. Young was Bucky’s first thought. much younger than the other renters in the building. Bright was next, followed by much too smiley for a Tuesday morning.

Pretty, he admitted as he turned his back to unlock his door. Maybe in another life he would have lingered in the hall, his so-called effortless charm seeping through as you swooned at the very thought of a date with James Buchanan Barnes. But that life was long gone, and instead he rushed to retreat.

“Oh, don’t forget these.” You swooped down to collect the bundle of cookies you had left at his door, handing them to the hand that wasn’t delicately balancing the pile of groceries he still held against his impossibly broad shoulders. “Oatmeal raisin, super-secret family recipe.”

He was back in the doorway of his ma’s kitchen, watching his little sister balance on a wobbling stool as she struggled to crack and egg with her little fingers. He can so distinctly see the pale green of the cabinets, remember the fight his parents had when she begged for that shade of green while his dad had wanted white. Of course, she won.

“These are your brother’s favorite.” His ma whispered to his sister; her flour covered hands reaching for the age faded index card with their grandmother’s script detailing the ingredients. “Our family’s recipe. One day, you will make these for your children. And your children’s children.”

Rebecca, still so young and with a hatred for smelly boys deep in her bones, giggled at the mere thought as her fingers fished out the bits of eggshell that snuck their way into the bowl. She wiped it away on the spare apron tied twice around her waist, much too big for her. 

Bucky would never see her grow into it. He would be drafted only a few months later.

In the meantime, he would bundle half a dozen of them in a tea towel and split them with Steve on the walk to the movie theater. Steve would begrudgingly admit that Buck’s ma made the best cookies, but his made the best brisket. They’d sneak in through the back door and do it all again the next weekend, until they ran out of weekends together.

“Oatmeal raisin are my favorite.” He admitted, accepting your offering like a stray cat does to the first scrap of food from a stranger.

“I think you’re the only person under the age on one hundred to ever say that.” You teased, backing away to the door adjacent to his, “Anyway, don’t tell me things like that. I’m a stress baker and with finals coming up…” You winced at the image of the dozens of batches you would surely be whipping up in the coming weeks.

“Finals?”

“Law school, one semester left.” You fished your own keys from your back pocket. Bucky barely held in the scoff at the shiny Spider-Man keychain that dangled from your fingers. “You?”

“Oh, no. I haven’t been in school in what feels like…a century.”

“Well, I’m all alone here and as much as I would love to, I can’t eat everything that I bake. So, expect a few dozen muffins and cookies every few days.”

“No arguing from me, doll.”

You both lingered in the small hallway, only a few steps apart, each leaning against your respective doors. Keys in each hand, with no intention of using them any time soon.

“Law school, you said? How do you afford a place like this?” Bucky was sure he was the only recently pardoned fugitive under this room.

“Well, this used to be my grandma’s apartment and it was handed down to me in a maybe no so legal way. If the landlord asks, I’m an eighty-year-old woman who doesn’t know how to work her answering machine.”

He huffed a laugh, mostly because that wasn’t particularly far from how he felt with today’s tech. The flip phone that Dr. Raynor had described as archaic sat heavy in his back pocket with only three names programed into his contacts. Don’t get him started on his television.

“Nice to meet you, Bucky.”

With that, you each stepping into your respective apartments. Bucky stalled at his door for a moment, listening as you locked and dead bolted your door behind you. He sighed, dumping his half-ruined groceries on his barren kitchen island.

The next day, he’d have another appointment with Dr. Raynor. This time when he’d say I’m trying, as he did each week, it wouldn’t be a complete lie. His phone buzzed in his back pocket.

2 New Messages

From: Sam

You coming up this weekend?

Don’t ignore me this time. He’s getting worse, Buck.