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nyan-koii · 3 years ago

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Hashira ft. Sabito as genshin impact players

aunotes : Bad grammar ahead! I didnt proofread it so be aware of brain damage. plus i initially wrote it at the 1.6 update

PART 1 : T.Muichiro, R.Kyojuro, K.Shinobu, S.Sanemi, U.Tengen

Muichiro : he probably would be uninterested at first. He's more to first person shooting game or anything other than this concept of farming or investing. So that's why when he saw yuichirou banging his fist on his desk, trying to get his fav character, he would simply just watch

"Fck this game, i've had enough,"

"But you havent finish your wishing things yet,"

Stares. "How about you give it a try mui. You might get the character i want,"

"You sure about that? You might get angry at me," "better than nothing. Now go go, get em you donkey,"

His first ten pulls on the game brings out a light we all want to see

"Eh is tha-" "AAAA A FUCKING 5 STAR FCK FCKFCK,"

Apparently, it was one of the luckiest wish yuichiro had ever seen so far

"OHMYFUCK, you GOT A GODDAMN KLEE, QIQI AND SUCROSE WTFF???"

"I think i get your fav character?"

"Yeahh!! More than that to be honest. I want klee but you brought me two more person," sniffles and cries "you're really lucky mui. You should try and play the game,"

"It's probably the system. I doubt im that lucky tho,"

Nah, he really is lucky. Apparently he wished for his friends and got what they all really wanted for so long

"Thank you for getting me the aquila favonia, muichiro,"

"It's nothing really. I just simply press the button. It might be the system that's giving you the thing you want when i wish,"

"But still, even if i were to wish, i can get really scared and paranoid over it,"

"That's bad. You shouldnt invest yourself that much in the game tanjiro. It's just a game,"

"Ehehehe, i guess so. But you're really good at it muichiro! If you download it, we can play together :D!"

!!!!

It took the word "play together" to get muichiro down on his knee for that game. Usually the idea of playing with your friends is not that interesting. So when tanjiro said that, you bet he's going to play it

Type of player

Extremely lucky it's not even real. He got a five star on the beginner's banner

Fast farming. He probably will complete all the quest and become an endgame player within one month

"I just wanted to play with tanjiro..." bashfully

He's really good with whatever he's doing. Attack combo, dodging, elemental reaction and all sorts of stuff. If he invest more of his time on artifacts, he would probably even one shot it!!

He's very lucky. Very

Kyojuro : he wouldnt even know the existence of this game. Well, he took a glimpse of it one day and boom, heart stolen. Maybe it was the fiery burning passion in bennett that made him play the game.

'oh wow!! What a determined young boy! Even though he has a very bad luck he still keep pushing forward! Amazing!!'

'I want to be like him'

Kyojuro's the type of player to read and pay attention to every single lore of his fav character. Bennett, oh my how he wish he could've had bennett in his team. Every wishes he made would make him a c6 bennett main if only barbara wont stop coming home

"I really like you barbara but i dont want you!! Thank you for the c6 though!! I promise to use you in the future but just-" he prepares to wish

"not NOW!!" Clicks

The highest con of bennett he had ever gotten is probably c1. One day the paimon's bargain shop offered bennett as their monthly character. Kyojuro had never been so excited over a game before. He usually perks up over academics and not this kind of thing. But it's bennett, the character he admires the most.

Unfortunately he couldnt get it due to low currency. He had never feel so sad in his life.

"I shall not give up. Dont worry, i will be a c6 bennett main!!!"

He will be a c6 bennett haver!!

Type of player :

Carefully reads every stories and listens to their lines attentively. He finds it amazing how the company spent their everything on this game. It amazes him. From the stories, lores and lines, he truly appreciates it.

Balance his team pretty well. He mains bennett so he doesnt need that much of a healer in his team.

Enjoys bennett's hangout very much!! He tried to not get him killed by the dungeon's trap but ended up having to sacrifice him which ultimately ends the route. He had never felt so down and guilty before.

Not much of a damage dealer. He prefers to play it in normal mode and doesnt care that much about one shotting monster.

He feeds his character three meals a day!! If only there's a sleep option, he would be sending bennett to sleep first before the rest.

Everyone loves his teapot

Shinobu : found the game while she's scrolling through the app store out of boredom. Initially she played it on her phone but due to the fps and a really bad ping, so bad that douma wouldnt find her interesting anymore, she finally downloaded the game on her pc where things has starting to get real

"Ara, shinobu chan, it's lunch time already. Come downstairs please,"

"Sis give me five more minutes, JUST FIVE PLEASE I NEED TO KICK CHILDE's ASS,"

"he's not going anywhere sweetie,"

"yEAHH BUT MY BP IS,"

'Bp?'

"DIE DIE DIE!!" Aggresive clicking intensifies

"Shinobu chan dont hurt the keyboard that much!!"

She got lucky on the beginner's banner too and pulled a 5 star along with bennett and noelle. Who's the 5 star? Diluc Ragnvindr in all of his glory. Shinobu benched him sadly. She prefers sword over any other weapon

"I mean he's cool i guess but i just really dont get that 'WOAHHH COOL' vibe from him you know?"

"then give your diluc to me! I really want him so bad shinobu chan!"

Deep sighs "yeah sure. You can have my c2 diluc mitsuri..."

Loses 50/50 to diluc everytime everyone would think she either is lucky or cursed by the amount of that man greeting him on the screen. She still bench him though, sadly

"Im begging you, give me jEANN THE GRANDMASTER I NEED HEALER iN MY PARTY TO DO ABYSS

Type of player :

Suffers a lot in the abyss because she just want the primos which is a valid reason to do because that's the only thing that keeps her going

She's a sword character main. She'll properly build every character as either support or dps. The support would be kaeya and bennett, and her main dps ayaka

Ayaka main btw

Honestly at some point she wanted to quit the game because of how tiring it is but then inazuma came out

Fragile resin = 0

Resin = 160/160 happens once in a blue moon

"i should probably control myself with the amount of resin i've used,"

"But i cant,"

Hates domain but always can be seen playing in there

Only coops if mitsuri is there

"So that someone can calm me down,"

"That's not a really good reason shinobu chan,"

Sanemi : dude probably know the game through obanai. He watched the latter play and finds it interesting on how high the numbers he dealt. He loves challenges so a game like genshin impact would probably satisfy his need.

"Obanai, are you hearing this shit?"

"What is it sanemi, im busy doing this event,"

"That loser giyuu is also playing the game,"

"Oh yeah i know,"

"YOU KNOW? WHY YOU DIDNT TELL ME??"

"i just know right after you told me,"

"...."

Sanemi's a meta but a mediocre one. He's meta but he doesnt show it that much. Probably buys welkin once in every three months or when he really needs it same goes with battle pass too. Honestly, he really just use his money when he really needs something

"Donno if my allowance can buy me a welkin so i'll probably skip,"

"But the next banner is zhongli's,"

"....."

"Ah fuck it," buys

My man cant dodge after he got zhongli. Its very painful because he used to studies the enemies movement in the early game so that he can utilizes it on the team but zhongli's shield is so tank he forgot that dodging exists

"Im gonna kill you and you and you hhahaahhaah just you wait im gonna shred all of yo- oh shit zhongli's shield. puT IT BACK PUT IT BACK ON,"

That one event where zhongli's shield plays an important role in the domain? Yeah, he felt like a god at that time. Even got his c2 on his rerun. Sanemi just really like zhongli because it kinda reminds him of himejima. Calm and wise and strong too. He looks up on that kind of person

"Zhongli sama, im in debt for all of your hard work protecting my team," bows and wipes tears

Type of player :

Spends a little money on the game to get what he wants

Zhongli main

Is that one player that has hoards of food but doesnt even use it

"Why need healer when you have zhongli's shield,"

Compare to kyojuro, he doesnt even touch the teapot because he finds it ridiculous and bothersome to create and design everything in it

Loves one shotting bosses and compares it to giyuu. He ask for advices from obanai regarding team build supports and stuffs

Doesnt do character's story quest. The key is full every single time. He unlocks it but leaves the quest like that.

"Ah shit, i accidentally activate the quest,"

His friend list only has obanai in it. Whenever people sent him friend request, he wouldnt hesitate, more like wouldnt care to accept it

They either have to coop in obanai's world or his world and after that, unfriend immediately

Says thank you after coop because he has manners and then completely disappears

"Zhongli main forever,"

Tengen : played since 1.0 this madlad has been staying loyal to the game ever since. Quite huge amount of money he spend on this game to be honest but he never gets broke by it. You can see his regular donation to the game by purchasing welkin and battle pass and some genesis crystal too. He's loaded with money, he didnt know what to do with it.

Uzui also plays honkai impact and guns girl Z so when he saw the unknown god at the intro , he was not surprised.

"Oh we have to pick between the siblings? Cool cool co- oh hi kiana,"

"Thats so herrscher of void hahahahah,"

Although he is a loyal fan to MihoYo games, he lost his composure when he saw the 1st genshin anniversary reward because what was that. Imagine getting billions of money and they give us this? Tengen cant believe this shit

"Oh god wtf was that reward, i have to draw to get a welkin and some primos?? aND I ALSO HAVE TO BE LUCKY? WHAT-"

"WHERE'S MY FREE MONA,"

In need of mona. He needs mona so bad he literally spent his money on standard banner to get mona but always ends up with qiqi. Not that he's complaining but he just wants the astrologist to complete the support team

"GOD QIQI YOU AGAIN? WTF WFF WTF-" converts genesis crystal to primigems

"Tengen, you should control yourself!"

"SHUT UP KYOJURO, IM GONNA WASTE MY MONEY TILL I GET HER,"

"yeah but my f2p ass is hurting with how many bennett cons you got," droops

Tengen sees potential in every character. Everyone has their weakness and strength so when kokomi comes out, he diss her at first but then realize maybe its a new way for a character. Adds the uniqueness if he may say so.

"Meh i dont care honestly. You guys should pull whoever you find nice or beautiful. Like me ;)"

"Who do you main uzui?"

"Beidou,"

Type of player

Spoils the storylines, lores, leaks A LOT THE REST HAVE TO BLOCK HIM ON SOCIAL MEDIA

Speed runs the game and has become an endgame player ever since but he still does his daily commission and helps people with domains and stuffs

R5 every battle pass weapon

Fights azhdaha for fun and to test out his characters rather than ruin guards and stuff

Mona wanter

Puts traveller as the pfp and doesnt display any showcase of his characters and namecards. You can only see his achievements and spiral abyss ( 12-3 ). Says its for fun and mystery

Throws a lot of pickup lines and roleplays a lot. Spams your chatbox messages with stickers and censored stuffs

Probably steals your ores and exotic things like violetgrass, qingxin and silk flowers

Screams in the chatbox whenever he saw Mona until Kyojuro had to calm him down

Changes signature every single time and sometimes put spoilers in it

In every survey he would complain "MihoYo where the fuck is my Mona,"

Doesnt heals his characters

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer hashira #kny hashira #tokitō muichirō #shinazugawa sanemi #shinobu kochou #uzui tengen #rengoku kyojuro #kamado tanjiro #kochou kanae #iguro obanai #demon slayer headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba headcanons #hashira headcanons

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beomglocks · 4 years ago

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unlikely allies ; txt x reader

part: zero, ,,,next chapter

plot: when a zombie apocalypse breaks out in your town, you're forced to team up with a group of boys from very different social standards in your school.

genre: fluff, angst, horror i guess?, not really that scary but alright, some funny moments

w/c: 3.3K

warnings: blood, gruesome scenes (kind of really detailed), cursing, everyone hates each other, definitely some major injuries, zombies duh, everyone kinda pining for mc

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"yeonjun you're late...again," your history teacher sighs. you watch as choi yeonjun strolls into class like normal. "sorry teach, i didn't really wanna come."

yeonjun is the school's heartthrob. everyone likes him, at least you think everyone likes him. you wouldn't say you like him but you can see why people would. he's an asshole but a cute asshole. he really doesn't care for his studies and treats people like they owe him something.

you roll your eyes at his answer and decide to focus on the roll call for when your name is called. "choi soobin?" you see a boy with purple hair raise his hand silently. you hear yeonjun snicker from the back of the class. you watch soobin turn around to glare at the other.

"something funny choi?" he seethes. yeonjun raises an eyebrow at soobin, leaning forward in his seat, "yeah something sure is funny."

soobin gets out of his seat and strides up to yeonjun's seat, easily towering over the boy. he grabs the collar of yeonjun's hoodie and lifts him up so that he's standing face to face.

"why don't you laugh in my face then?" soobin challenges. yeonjun looks bored, not even the slightest intimidated by the taller boy.

"ha. ha .ha." he annunciates each word mockingly, smiling in soobin's face.

the next thing you know the two boys are the floor fighting one another. "hey hey hey!" your teacher runs from the front of the class to the back to break up the fight. there's already a small crowd around them and no one seems adamant on helping break the fight up.

the thing is, choi soobin and choi yeonjun are known to fight a lot. you're not sure why they hate each other so much but every time they're near each other fists start flying. who thought putting these two in a class together was a good idea.

soobin was a quiet boy, everyone knew that. somedays he'd come dressed like the fluffiest cat you'd ever seen and sometimes he'd dress like a total greaser. he could just switch up like that; just like his attitude. he was nice, from what you knew he would always participate in extracurricular activities and charity events around the school. however, because people thought he was soft they would always mess with him. he was always able to hold his own though.

"hey break it up!" you hear your teacher shout. the two boys were in their own minds continuously throwing punches at each other. you were still sat at your desk, not really caring for fights between two stupid alpha males.

your teacher somehow manages to pull soobin from yeonjun and hold him back while a friend of yeonjun's holds him back as well. both boys have a good amount of blood on their faces so you can't really tell who won.

"you're fucking weak soobs! that shit barely hurt," yeonjun teases. he has blood trailing down his hairline from when soobin pushed him to the ground and blood on his nose and around his pouty lips. "bold talk for someone who just got their ass beat," soobin spits. he too has blood on his nose and lips but he's also sporting a cut on his cheekbone, yeonjun must've scratched his face.

"enough! yeonjun go to the nurse's room to get fixed up and soobin straight to the principal's office, you'll go to nurse after he's done, you hear me!" your history teacher orders. you watch her look around the room for someone suitable enough to escort yeonjun to the nurse's office.

you silently pray that she doesn't pick on you but seeing as you were the only one not interested in the drama, her eyes fall on you. "y/n please escort yeonjun to the nurse's office, i frankly don't trust him to actually go there on his own."

you curse at her in your mind but stand up anyways. "no problem," you force a light smile.

you and yeonjun leave the class ahead of soobin. as you're walking down the hallway, you glance at yeonjun. he doesn't look angry, if anything he looks calm. "i know i'm hot but stop staring at me," he looks down at you.

you roll your eyes at him. "do you not talk? come to think of it... i didn't even know you were in my class," yeonjun looks at you quizically but with curiosity in his eyes. you know that if you don't answer him he'll keep pestering you. "we've been in the same class for the past four years," you mutter.

you can feel his eyes on you but thankfully he doesn't say anything. while you two are walking through the halls you see a boy on the floor playing with something. "what's that kid doing over there?" yeonjun asks. he's already starting to walk away from you but you grab his sweater.

"sorry yeonjun but our only destination is the nurse's office," you say to him. he looks at you with his eyes narrowed down at where you're grabbing him. you stumble back as he yanks his arm away from your grasp, striding towards the boy. you huff following him.

"hey loser, what you got there?" yeonjun looks down at the boy. the boy turns around with confusion laced on his features. he sighs, "what do you want?" he pouts.

when you reach the boy you recognize him as choi beomgyu. the kid is smart but only when he wants to be. he's in your science class and is always messing around and not actually ever doing the work. either that or he skips class to run off and experiment with random things. he's a nice guy and you sometimes ask him for help during labs since he's probably the smartest kid in your class.

"hey beomgyu, what's up?" you greet him. he turns towards you and smiles warmly. "hey y/n," yeonjun looks between the both of you and rolls his eyes. "what the hell are you doing with one of the baseball teams bats?"

beomgyu moves the bat behind him and glares at yeonjun, "i was just curious as to what makes it so hard-hitting. i've been craving my way into it but can't seem to get too far."

you crouch next to him, "maybe you should've picked up one of the metal ones. i'm pretty sure the wood ones only have wood in them. though i heard they're made with bamboo so," you shrug. beomgyu stares at you silently.

"y-yeah you're probably right...thanks y/n," beomgyu snaps out of his daze and pockets the butterfly knife he was previously using. yeonjun tsks, "cmon y/n, let's go i already lost interest." yeonjun pulls you along as you watch beomgyu wave and head to the auditorium.

"god why did we have to take the long route this is fucking boring," yeonjun complains. you sigh, hoping he'll shut up already. "do you ever not talk?" you ask him. you both are too busy glaring at each other that you don't see when someone bumps into you.

the person drops the pile of books they were holding in their hands. "ah shit," they mumble. you snap out of glaring at yeonjun to see a boy on the floor with books scattered around him. "shit im sorry! i should've been looking at where i was going," you apologize kneeling down to help the boy pick up his books.

"oh don't worry i shouldn't have taken up carrying so many books to the point where i couldn't see!" the boy's voice is so cheerful it makes you smile. you're glad he's not mad at you.

the boy is really cute too. his boyish features suit his face well and his hair is messy but looks like he stylized it that way. he's dressed comfortably in a huge sweater and baggy jeans with a molang keychain attached to one of the belt loops.

"where are you even going with all these books?" you ask. "i offered to take these back to the library for my english teacher, in hindsight i really should've just taken two or three not the whole stack." he chuckles sheepishly. he gets up, picking up as many as he can.

you pick up the rest and set them on top of the already tall stack lightly. "well good luck," you pat the stack in encouragement and it makes him lean forward a bit. he thanks you and makes his way down the hall once again.

you turn to yeonjun who was leaning against the wall watching you. "seeing you being nice to everyone is making me want to choke," he grimaces. "take notes choi."

it felt like forever since you arrived at the nurse's office. walking with yeonjun was really torture to you since he wouldn't shut up about how amazing he thinks he is.

once you walk in you both notice that the nurse isn't at her usual place at the front desk. "she went out to get more ice from the cafeteria," you hear someone speak. you both turn around and see a boy sat on one of the cots the nurse sets up for people who injure themselves.

the boy is kang taehyun, member of the baseball team. "hey tae!" yeonjun greets. taehyun raises his brow and moves the now melted ice bag from his wrist. "what's got you in here?" yeonjun asks sitting on the cot across from taehyun.

"i'd rather you not act like we're friends," taehyun states calmly. "but if you must know, i was practicing my swings and got a little too caught up. i barely noticed that i sprained my wrist." he looks down at his wrist which is slightly swollen.

kang taehyun was the baseball team's most prized possession. they really did cherish him because he was the ace of the team. he always scored home runs and when he was pitching, he always managed to get the batter to strike out. he was really talented no one could deny that. despite his hard work on the field, he was dedicated to his studies and was always at the top of all his classes. you wondered how he felt about spraining possibly the most important part of his body.

"damn, that must suck," yeonjun states, he doesn't sound apologetic at all and you wonder how that guy could have any friends. "im just here to get patched and cleaned up because that dickhead soobin decided this was fight club," he tsks. taehyun chuckles, "hope he knocked some sense into you." yeonjun rolls his eyes.

taehyun finally notices your presence by the front desk and motions you over to them by the cots. he's friendly but not someone you'd normally hang out with. "you don't look hurt?" he chides. you point to yeonjun, "i was asked to bring him here since our teacher didn't trust him to come here and well, actually arrive. since the nurse isn't here im guessing I'll have to stick around in case he tries to escape."

taehyun chuckles, "makes sense."

the room is quiet for a couple of moments, save for the ticking of the clock on the wall. you feel awkward being around two of the biggest names at your school. yeonjun is sprawled out on the cot and taehyun is still cradling his wrist. "uh...when do you think the nurse will be here?" you ask quietly.

taehyun looks up at you, "well when you got here it had been about 15 minutes since she left. she probably took a detour or something?" you nod looking at his wrist once again. "you should probably wrap that in a gauze, it'll help with the swelling," you suggest. he smiles at you, "thanks...uh?"

"y/n"

"right thanks y/n," he stands up and walks over to the cabinet to find the gauze wrap. in the meantime, you turn to yeonjun. it looks like he's sleeping but being in a class with him for 4 years has taught you better. "yeonjun."

he doesn't move. "yeonjun get up, i know you're not sleeping," you try. he sits up with a groan, "what do you want? i barely know you." for some reason you feel rage bubble up inside of you. you're not sure why either. usually, you were fine with not being noticed by the "so-called" popular kids but because of yeonjun, you were stuck in the nurse's office watching over him like a babysitter.

"why the hell did you fight soobin? if it wasn't for you i wouldn't be here talking to you right now," you say through gritted teeth. yeonjun raises an accusing brow at you, "were you not watching the fight? he threw the first punch for fucks sake." "you provoked him," you retort.

"it's not my fault he's dumb, god do i have to take responsibility for that too?" he groans laying back down on the cot. you eye him but decide to leave the conversation at that.

after your mini argument with yeonjun, you see taehyun return with the gauzes already wrapped around his wrist. "this is much better," he smiles down at his wrist. "glad i could help," you smile at him.

silence falls upon you three again until you hear a groan from outside. it doesn't really sound like a groan a human could possibly make, it sounds way to pained and low. "what was that?" taehyun asks. you shrug, "it might be the nurse." you walk over to the door and take a look outside.

the hallways on both sides are dimly lit and desolate. you can't really see down the hall because it just fades to black. you walk back inside the nurse's office. "there's no one out there and honestly, it looks way too cree-," you're cut off as a shrill scream rips through your conversation.

yeonjun sits straight up this time, "what the hell was that?" taehyun's eyes are wide with alarm, "that scream did not sound like a happy scream."

your eyes dart back and forth from yeonjun to taehyun. "i swear when i looked outside there was nothing," you say hurriedly. you're not sure why you feel panicked but you do. "check again," yeonjun tells you. you want to tell him 'no' or 'do it yourself' but you were the one to check first so you figure a second check done by you is only fair.

sighing, you walk to the door once again and look into the halls. for the second time, you don't see anything except for the darkness of the long hallways but you peer further and notice something.

all the way near the end of the hallway you see the nurse running towards her office. "hey i see the nurse," you call out to the boys. they make noises of acknowledgment and you hear yeonjun mumble a 'finally'. you keep watching her but you notice that she's running quite frantically to be considered normal. you don't say anything watching her run towards the office with confusion laced on your face.

that's when you see it. you see a figure running almost at the same speed as her but with more of a limp in their step. that's when you can hear the groaning more clearly but it's not coming from the nurse, its coming from the figure behind her.

the nurse makes the fatal mistake of tripping over her heels because she's running so wildly. her body slides a couple of feet from the door but she struggles to stand. she looks up at you and you can see that she has sweat and blood all over her face and her hair is unruly and matted.

"h-help me please!" she calls out to you. your heart is beating intensely. you don't know why she looks like this but you want to help. "y/n?" you hear taehyun call out to you. "what's going on out there?"

you bite your lip and decide to help her but as soon as you step out of the office the limping figure lurches forward and pounces on the nurse's idle body on the floor. you let out a horrified scream and step back. you can see the 'limping figure' clearer now and it seems to be one of the lunch ladies.

the only thing was that she didn't look the way she did when she served you breakfast this morning. her skin was pale and her veins were strangely very visible throughout her face and arms. her uniform was tattered and ripped as if a struggle of some sort had taken place. her face had deep scratches that had drying blood pouring out of them. her eyes were not warm, they seemed to be greyed out and she seemed very rabid.

you stood there, horrified, as the lunch lady tore through the nurse's clothes and body. you wanted to throw up as a bit of the nurse's blood was unintentionally launched at you. the lunch lady dipped her head down to use her teeth to devour the nurse's flesh in cold blood. you couldn't even rack up a sob.

it was like something out of a horror movie. except this was real life.

before the lunch lady could even finish eating the nurse, you watched as the nurse's body convulsed and thrashed violently before standing up on her own. her head was hung low and she seriously smelled disgusting.

you felt stuck as you watched both women stumble towards you before breaking out in full sprints. you flinched and shut your eyes tightly as you waited for your life to flash before them. it really felt like at any moment you would find yourself being eaten alive and convulsing into whatever monster that was.

but the feeling never came. instead, you felt your body crash against taehyun's on the floor. the only thing you could hear was the door slam shut and the screeching and groaning of whatever the hell those people were outside as they tried to get through the door.

you opened your eyes slowly and noticed that yeonjun was to one to slam the door shut, it seems like taehyun had pulled you inside.

taehyun groaned, moving to stand, "what the hell was that?" you shook your head, now having time to process what you saw. "she ate her...s-she- her body," you couldn't even finish explaining as you broke out in tears. taehyun ran a soothing hand up and down your back.

yeonjun moved away from the door. there was a tiny window on the door so you guys could see that the monsters were still trying to get in. "what the hell are we gonna do! if we go outside they'll tear us to shreds!" yeonjun too had tears streaming down his face. you have to admit you'd never seen him so vulnerable.

taehyun was the only one not crying. you could see tears in his wide eyes but they never fell. you figured he was trying to be the strong stable one in the group right now. "ok guys lets calm down. we don't know if we're the only people alive so we need to be careful." taehyun explains.

you do really feel bad for him right now. you know he's a year younger than you and yeonjun and him having to be the 'leader' at this moment must be tough.

he sighs looking at the both of you. "if we wanna make it out of here alive...we're gonna have to fight."

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pug-bitch · 5 years ago

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That’s not why I’m staying (8)

The world at your feet

Book: The Royal Romance, Book 2

Pairing: Drake Walker x Amara Suarez

Rating: some foul language, some extremely suggestive, and an inappropriate conversation in the first scene :D. This is absolutely NOT appropriate for people under 18.

Word count: about 3,500

Notes: This picks up pretty much where we left off, during Michael’s last night at the cabin, starting with Drake’s POV.

*****

Drake comes out of Sav’s old bedroom, his arms full of party games. She had always loved entertaining the young ladies of court at the cabin, however mean they were to her. Sav never lost hope that she would, one day, fit in. Only Maxwell was loyal to her. Drake shakes the idea off. Soon, he thinks, he can reconnect and, hopefully, make amends for not being there enough.

‘Table topics!!’ Maxwell exclaims.

Drake smiles. ‘Yup. Remember?’

Liv sighs as she pours herself another glass of wine. ‘As if you needed inspiration on weird topics, Beaumont!’

Maxwell laughs. ‘You may be right but it’s a fun game! Come on guys, grab some more dessert and let’s GO!’

Drake steals a kiss from Amara on his way to grab another slice of the apricot cake she and Hana made. Dinner was a success and they were now on to the second part of the mini Bash, with games, music, and booze.

Not that the whole evening wasn’t filled with booze. Drake can barely stand without swaying around like he’s on a boat. Weird how treacherous margaritas are.

‘You ok babe?’ Amara asks, her words slightly slurred.

Drake puts his hand on her hip and brings her closer. ‘Better than ever.’ He gives her another kiss, deeper this time. ‘Well, maybe I’m drunk.’

Amara giggles. ‘Yeah, so am I.’

‘Guys, gather around!’ Maxwell yells out as he stumbles down on a cushion. ‘Bertrand, get some more wine, you filthy animal!’

‘Okay, okay,’ Bertrand concedes. ‘It IS delicious wine, Olivia. Thank you for bringing it.’

Olivia bows. ‘Of course. Anything to get you drunk, Beaumont.’

Bertrand blushes. ‘Oh well. It doesn’t take much,’ he chuckles.

They all gather around the coffee table, and Hana draws the first card. She immediately giggles. ‘Oh, that one’s intense!’ She clears her throat. ‘Describe the worst sex you’ve ever had.’

‘Wow,’ Drake chuckles. ‘Not pulling any punches, huh?’

Maxwell raises his almost empty glass. ‘I’ll start! It was my first time. It was horrible. I got confused, and I forgot how close I was to the edge of the bed. I fell down and hurt my chin on my belt buckle. I had a bruise for days!’

Bertrand shudders. ‘Good lord, Maxwell, that’s where that bruise was coming from? I’d rather not know!’ He downs his entire glass of wine at once, which Olivia quickly refills, an evil smirk on her face.

She asks, ‘So, I take it you want to pass your turn, Beaumont?’

Bertrand grimaces. ‘If it’s alright, yes.’

Olivia shrugs. ‘Yeah, it’s your one pass. I’ll go next. My worst fuck was this guy I met at the derby 2 years ago. The Croatian, remember, Walker?’

Drake frowns. ‘Oh yeah. He worked for the Ambassador?’

Liv nods. ‘Well, he didn’t work for me. He cried as he orgasmed and said ‘I love you’ through his tears.’ She takes a sip of her wine. ‘Weak bastard.’

Amara makes a disgusted face. ‘Yikes. Um, my turn, I guess. The worst sex I’ve ever had is when I studied abroad in Québec, and this hot guy I met at a party turned out to have a lot of trouble getting a boner. He may have been drunk, but it was still very pathetic and sad for me.’

Drake strokes Amara’s hair and says ‘What a loser, who wouldn’t have a boner for you?’

Michael snorts, ‘Um, brother in the room, thank you very much. I’m with you on that one, Bertrand, I think I’ll pass.’ He downs his margarita. ‘Im traumatized.’

Drake’s eyes widen. ‘Did I say that out loud?’

Amara nods. ‘Yes. And thank you.’

Maxwell wipes a tear from laughter. ‘You guys, this is so much fun! Drake, your turn, then you draw!’

Drake nods seriously, as he tries to focus his eyes on a static point. ‘Um, for me, it was that Italian woman I had met, and she kept calling me Daddy, and trying to get me to spank her. Which, coupled with the ‘Daddy’ thing, well…’ he laughs. ‘It’s pretty fucked up.’

Maxwell shrugs. ‘At least you don’t lose your boners like Amara’s Canadian. Ha!’

Michael shakes his head. ‘Too soon, Maxwell. Too soon.’

Drake laughs and draws a card. ‘Alright, here we go. What’s your biggest regret?’

Olivia snorts. ‘Deep. Alright, I’ll go. My biggest regret is to have been hung up on Liam for too long.’

They all cheer. ‘Amen, sister,’ Amara yells. ‘For me, I don’t want to spoil the mood, so I’ll just say that I regret not talking to Michael for so long.’ She holds out her hand, which Michael lovingly takes. ‘Also to have spoken about the Canadian’s soft penis in front of him.’

Michael takes his hand back abruptly and bursts out laughing. ‘You little bitch,’ he giggles. ‘Alright, same for me—to have withdrawn from people who love me, such as my lovely sister here, and also I regret my skater phase in high school.’

Maxwell’s eyes widen. ‘You were a sk8er boi??’ He gasps as Michael nods cheekily. ‘Michael, my biggest regret is not to have seen any pictures of little skater you...yet!’

Hana raises her hand, all giggly from too many margaritas. ‘My biggest regret is not coming out to my parents.’

‘Yet!’ Michael adds, as he squeezes Hana’s arm gently.

Hana smiles. ‘You’re right! I will do it one day. Soon.’

Amara nods enthusiastically. ‘Yes you will! You’re a strong woman who knows who she is, and if they can’t see that, well… they better take time to reflect upon themselves.’ She frowns decidedly.

Drake chuckles. ‘Yeah, babe, that wasn’t harsh enough. What Amara means is… if they can’t accept you for who you are, fuck them, Hana!’

‘Yeah!’ Hana chimes in, as she frowns adorably. ‘Ok, your turn, Bertrand!’

Bertrand sighs heavily, his eyes glued to the Walker family portrait on the wall. ‘Oh guys,’ he says longingly, ‘I have so many regrets. The one I can’t stop thinking of is—‘ Olivia sneakily refills his wine glass as Amara shoots her daggers— ‘thank you, Olivia,’ he adds, ‘what I can’t seem to stop thinking of, every day almost… is not telling Savannah how I felt. Letting her go, without a proper declaration of love.’ He sighs and takes a big gulp of his wine.

Drake feels as though he sobered up at least 3 drinks. He and Maxwell make eye contact, and he notices that Max looks equally sad. ‘Hey man,’ Drake says comfortingly, ‘it’s not too late. It’s never too late to tell someone how you feel.’

Maxwell nods and puts a reassuring hand on his brother’s arm. ‘Yeah, he’s right, you never know what the future holds.’

Bertrand shakes his head. ‘I don’t know, guys. She has been gone two years. I don’t think I’ll ever see her again.’

A silence weighs on the room. Drake looks at Amara, who is biting her lip and looks like she’s about to say something. Drake tries to shake his head at her discreetly, but she takes a big breath and blurts out, ‘I found her.’

*****

Amara can’t believe she said this. She certainly didn’t plan on it. Can she blame the margaritas, if she’s the one who made the margaritas? She’s gonna go with yes.

All eyes are on her, especially Drake’s, who are pleading her to stop talking. But she has to fix this, right?

She looks at Bertrand, who looks utterly destroyed by the news. She opens her mouth again. ‘I know how sad Drake has been because of his sister’s disappearance, and I wanted to make sure she was ok. We had very little leads, just an email address she had given her mom, and a bank account—‘ she stops in her tracks. She can’t betray Maxwell. She takes another deep breath. ‘That she had also given Bianca, and I found her. We’re gonna try to establish contact.’

Amara feels Drake relaxing next to her. She looks into his eyes, and he gives her a relieved smile. Phew, she thinks. She didn’t blow it all.

Bertrand gasps for air. ‘Oh wow. That is very impressive of you, Amara. You must be a wonderful detective. Um, Olivia, can I have some more wine?’

Olivia hurries to the bottle and empties it in Bertrand’s glass. ‘Of course,’ she says, in shock.

Bertrand takes a gulp and says, ‘Thank you for telling me. I hope that, when you do find her in person, she agrees to talk to me.’ He pauses. ‘In fact—no.’

‘No no, go ahead,’ Drake says.

Bertrand sighs. ‘Do you think you could give me that email address you were speaking of?’

Drake pauses for a second, looks at both Amara and Maxwell, and finally says, ‘Of course. I’ll give it to you tomorrow.’

Bertrand nods, determined. ‘Thank you. I have something in my drafts that is aching to be sent.’

*****

Table Topics died down with that second card—way too loaded, but also necessary, as Drake is starting to think. ‘Hey guys, let’s finish those chocolates, ok?’ He yells out on his way to the kitchen to refill his cocktail.

As he pours himself another delicious margarita, he feels Amara’s hand squeezing his arm. She makes her way into his arms and pulls him closer. ‘Oh my God I’m sorry, babe,’ she whispers, her eyes digging deep into his. ‘I have no idea why I blurted it out. I shouldn’t have.’ She bites her lip.

Drake’s heart melts. ‘I know why you did.’ He strokes her face gently. ‘Bertrand looked miserable and we have been withholding crucial info from him.’ He smiles as he cups her face. ‘I’m glad you told him. I’m also glad you kept quiet about the—‘ his voice grows quieter— ‘the baby. We want to talk to Sav before involving him.’

Amara lets out a sigh of relief. ‘I was so scared you’d be mad at me. I promise you it just came out….the poor schmuck was laying his heart on the table, like ‘she’s my biggest regret and now she’s gone forever,’ when we all know she’s not, and—‘

Drake squeezes her hand. ‘I know. My heart broke for him, too. Believe me, I get it.’ He hands Amara the margarita pitcher. ‘Here, have another drink. This sobered us up way too quickly.’

She chuckles and obliges. ‘You got that right.’

Drake smiles softly as he looks at Amara try not to spill her margarita. He would never think that love would soften him this much. When he looks at her, his heart turns into a gooey substance that alters all his senses and decisions. It’s frightening, yes. But it brought so much joy into his life, too.

‘What?’ Amara asks, amused.

He shrugs. ‘Nothing. Just thinking. If Bertrand really does email Sav, maybe it will convince her to come back. More than I ever could.’

*****

Liam pours himself another vodka. He’s never been one for hard liquor—much more of a white wine drinker—, but desperate times call for desperate measures. After spending the afternoon drafting a treaty with Greece, he had to go have dinner with his father, who had been in worse shape than ever. Liam shudders as he thinks back on his father’s weak movements, and slower speech.

He knows that Constantine is not one to admit weakness. He’s the King, after all. But if there ever was a time…

He shakes it off. He’ll think about all this after the Engagement Tour. Constantine is surrounded with the best doctors in Europe, there is no reason to worry as of yet. Right?

Liam found the perfect excuse to escape from Madeleine tonight. He has to work late on that treaty, and needs to get up early. So, unfortunately, no sleepover, darling, you will be better off in your own room. Madeleine had pouted and acted like she was disappointed, but he could tell that even she was relieved that tonight was providing her with an out. An out from this forced charade they called an engagement. Maybe, just maybe, if he could just convince her from sheer boredom and lack of chemistry, to just...let go, maybe everything could go back to normal.

But he’ll have to take the crown soon. There’s no out for that.

He sighs and downs his vodka. He pours another. In front of him, the business card he was handed a few weeks back. Should he…?

No. It’s almost eleven. It wouldn’t be proper.

She did say that he could write whenever… He takes a deep breath and starts typing furiously on his phone.

This is Liam. May I take you up on your offer?

He puts the phone down, and grabs his glass again. As soon as he takes a sip, his phone vibrates.

Of course. Is everything ok?

He lets out a sigh of relief as he starts typing again.

Just a hard night. Hope all is well with you. Would you be free for a drink? Unless it’s too late.

His heart races. It’s been a while since he’s made a new friend. Someone who really listens to him, and whose presence calms him down.

Sure. I just need to finish a brief. How about the Orchard Way Tavern in half an hour?

Liam types a quick response and speed dials Bastien. ‘Bastien, are you available to drive me downtown?’

‘Sure thing, Your Majesty, but I can call Thierry—‘

‘No need. Please pick me up in 15.’

*****

You were workin' as a waitress in a cocktail bar

When I met you

I picked you out, I shook you up and turned you around

Turned you into someone new

Now five years later on, you've got the world at your feet

Success has been so easy for you

But don't forget, it's me who put you where you are now

And I can put you back down too

Don’t—Don’t you want me

Drake drunkenly looks on as Maxwell and Amara duet on Don’t You Want Me. They’re having the time of their lives, who needs a karaoke machine when you can just sing as loudly as you can over the actual singers?

Michael comes to sit next to him on the floor, and smiles at him. ‘This is awesome, Drake,’ he slurs. ‘I’m having such a good time. Thank you.’

Drake smiles back and clinks his drink to Michael’s. ‘You’re welcome. It’s a pleasure to have you here, Mike.’

Michael grows pensive, and Drake appreciate how much of a quiet drunk he is, compared to the others. ‘You know, I’m gonna have a hard time leaving tomorrow.’

Drake nods. ‘I don’t blame you. Wish you could stay longer and come on the tour. I would appreciate the company, and so would these two,’ he gestures at Maxwell and Amara.

Michael chuckles. ‘Yeah. Well, maybe it’ll be good for everyone to…’ he makes a calming gesture with his arms, ‘take some time. You know.’ He sighs. ‘Dammit. Is it that obvious?’

Drake shrugs, amused. ‘I didn’t say anything, man.’

Michael shakes his head. ‘You didn’t need to.’ He takes a sip of his wine. ‘I just don’t know what happened to me in the past few days. I feel… different. Calmer. More serene.’

Drake nods. ‘Yeah. Like you’ve made peace with some shit, right?’

Michael nudges Drake with his elbow. ‘Exactly. That’s exactly right. I’ve made peace with some shit. Some really deep shit.’ He chuckles. ‘Look at her.’

Drake looks at Amara. ‘Oh, I am. She’s a sight to behold.’

Michael nudges him again. ‘You love her. I love that. She’s so loveable, man, it’s unreal.’ He pauses. ‘You know, when I look at my kid, who’s the spitting image of Sergio, it doesn’t hurt. I love it, because he lives on. But for a long time, when I looked at Amara, it did hurt. A lot. Because not only is she basically the female version of her brother, but these two were so close. So fucking close.’ He shakes his head. ‘They were like twins, if twins could be six years apart, you know. This one over there, she’s an old soul. When I met her, she was a little eighteen-year-old, but she didn’t take shit from anybody, and she was already introspective, and observant, and good with people—all of it.’

Drake smiles. ‘That’s my Amara.’

Michael holds his hand to his heart. ‘Ugh, stop it, you guys are so cute.’ He takes another sip. ‘My point is, she’s such a complex and precious little soul. Always has been. And Sergio always told me how strong she is, but also, sensitive at the same time, because she loves so wholly, you know. She gives her all. Well, when we lost him—when this all happened, two years ago, and she withdrew into her own shell, it hurt so fucking much, because I knew, I just knew that it would have killed him even more, to see her like that.’ He pauses and bites his lip. ‘Nope,’ he adds, ‘I’m not gonna fucking cry on my last night.’

Drake puts his hand on Michael’s knee and gives it a reassuring squeeze. ‘It’s ok, man. I get it. She is getting better, now, and you can let go a little bit.’ He smiles. ‘She will be ok.’

Michael nods. ‘Because of you. Because of you, and Max, and Hana, and Olivia, and Bertrand… because she found people to love again.’

Drake has to make a conscious effort in order not to tear up as well. ‘Mike, I’m glad you’re here. And please tell me we can see you in New York when we go there after the bullshit Ball we have to attend.’

Michael nods furiously. ‘I’d love nothing more.’

*****

Liam fidgets with his glass of water as he waits. She insisted on getting the second round, not that he needed to drink more, but when the company is this nice, what can you say.

‘Here you go,’ she says as she puts his glass of wine in front of him. ‘Cheers!’

He clinks his glass to her martini. ‘Thank you, Ioanna, and cheers to you.’

‘So,’ she says as she sets her glass safely on the table. ‘You were saying that you’re totally into Amara Suarez, even though she has never given you any indication that she likes you romantically?’

Liam arches an eyebrow. ‘Did—did I say that?’

Ioanna chuckles. ‘Not in so many words, but that’s what I understood.’

He holds his hand to his chest, feigning being shot in the heart. ‘Ouch, that was harsh, Ms. Papadakis!’

She shrugs playfully, as she tugs a brown curl behind her ear. ‘Hey, you said you like honesty. I’m just trying to have your back.’

Liam takes a sip. ‘You have a point. Come to think of it, I may never have known what honesty is.’ He pauses. ‘You know everyone wants to kiss the prince’s ass.’

Ioanna snorts. ‘Classy, Your Majesty.’

He laughs. ‘You know what I mean. The only person who’s ever been honest with me—I think—is my best friend. And maybe Amara, well, I hope.’

Ioanna drinks quietly.

Liam smiles, ‘And, clearly, now, you.’

She nods, pleased with his response. ‘Well, you said it yourself. She was honest with you, she told you she doesn’t want anything romantic with you. Why do you choose not to believe her?’

He pauses, taken aback. ‘Um. Maybe because she barely knows me, and I’m still hoping that—‘

‘Forgive me for being straightforward,’ she interrupts, ‘but maybe it could be because you’ve always gotten what you want?’

He opens his mouth to protest. Gotten what he wants? Really? As he is forced to take the crown, as his father is dying, as his mother is dead and buried? He closes his mouth.

‘Liam,’ she adds, ‘I’m not saying you’ve never been through anything. I’m not. But you said it yourself, everyone is kissing your ass, so maybe you can’t recognize it when people are actually...not?’

Damn, he thinks, is she reading his mind? ‘Well, you got me there,’ he says, defeated.

Ioanna shrugs in victory as she takes another sip of her martini. ‘And don’t get me started on your plan to unveil your fiancée’s evil nature during the Engagement Tour,’ she adds. ‘This plan has more holes than gruyère cheese. With all due respect, everyone knows she’s not a very good person, and no one cares.’ Her eyes dig into his, deeply. ‘The only person who can break your engagement is you.’

*****

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calsgirll · 5 years ago

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Paris - Ashton Irwin

Ashton Irwin X Reader

word count: 1711

authors note: this is based around the song Paris by the chainsmokers! I heard the song for this first time in a while and this immediately hit me so here it is!❤️

We were staying in Paris To get away from your parents

It had been a rough year for you and Ashton, with him on tour and you still living at home with your parents. You felt like he’d had no time for you since he started touring with the guys. Due to your past relationships your brain didn’t settle thinking of all the things he could be doing and you wouldn’t even know. One morning you woke up to the sound of your phone going crazy with text messages from the whole band telling you to open your front door. As you padded downstairs at 3am you tried to keep it quiet knowing your parents where probably asleep, you unlatched the door and peeked out not knowing what it would be and being very wary but you looked down and all you saw was a heart shaped foil balloon with a note and rose attached. You picked it up reading the note which said

‘pack your bags and be ready for 6 am. We’re going somewhere special’- Ash

you smiled rubbing your thumb over the small sticker of the Eiffel tower in the corner of the note.

And I thought, "Wow If I could take this in a shot right now I don't think that we could work this out"

“fuck you ash” you scream at him throwing a mug at the wall in anger “are you serious right now y/n, you really believe a few shitty rumours you saw on twitter?” Ashton asks trying to keep calm while you stand in front of him with puffy eyes and damp cheeks “the paparazzi has photos of you leaving a club with her what am I supposed to think” you say trying to collect yourself “do you trust me at all? Because I’m starting to get the hint that you don’t. you knew what you were getting into when we started dating” he snaps back at you now visibly angry at the fact you’re questioning his fidelity. You grab his hand as he tries to walk out “Ash im sorry, it just gets a lot knowing your out there being an amazing drummer with millions of girls throwing themselves at you” you squeak trying to hold in the tears that are threatening to fall any second, he looks at you with a sympathetic smile and sighs “I know its hard not being together all the time but please stay strong because you know I love you” he pulls you into his large frame.

It felt like that was yesterday, the first real fight you’d both had with each other. It was almost as if it was like a polaroid that was constantly hung up in your head. You where so grateful for him and the fact he stayed with you and allowed you both to get to this point.

Out on the terrace I don't know if it's fair but I thought "How Could I let you fall by yourself While I'm wasted with someone else"

Ashton glanced around at the Paris skyline as you both sat on the balcony. The glimmering Eiffel tower caught his eye, a thought popped into his head as he stifled a giggle you looked at him confused as to what he was so amused about “are you a tower? because Eiffel for you” he says with a smug smirk on his face like he’d came up with the line. You smile at him knowing how much of a idiot he was, you were both glad you had this time together, it felt like you were in a relationship with a ghost as he was almost never home and you were waiting around for someone who was out there with a load of other people probably not even having a second thought about you but he was extremely quick to reassure you that wasn’t the case and if it was as much as it would hurt you both he would break it off knowing that it wouldn’t be fair to you.

If we go down then we go down together They'll say you could do anything They'll say that I was clever

You sipped your latte as you sat on a small metal table in front of a small café. Ashton’s scrolling through his phone while you admire the city around you “what are we gonna do today?” you ask Ash like he’s your personal tour guide since he’s been here before. “whatever you want to do, anything you can think of we’ll do it” he says looking up from his phone and squinting when the harsh sunlight hits his hazel eyes. His eyes where like honey in the sun, he always claimed he hated the colour of his eyes whereas you believed they were the most amazing things you’d ever seen “you know I’m bad at making decisions Irwin” you smirk at him “we could go to the Louvre?” he looks up at you once again, you hum in response as you take another sip of your latte “even though they don’t have the best masterpiece, you” he snickered you kicked his shin under the table “youre so lame you know” you state he nods his head gazing back down at his phone.

You look so proud Standing there with a frown and a cigarette Posting pictures of yourself on the internet

You snapped a shot of Ashton next to the Eiffel tower he looked amazing as always he stays stood in the same spot for a while just staring at you, cigarette between your fingers fumbling with your phone he presumed you were adding filters etc. to the picture you just took he strolled over to you resting his chin on your shoulder watching your phone as you tap away at different things trying to make the picture match the theme of your Instagram. As you add the finishing touches to the photo you switch to Instagram before stamping out your cigarette and post it with a rose emoji as the caption and tagging him in it. He turns his head placing a kiss on your cheek “I love you so much” he states, you turn around facing him putting your hand inside his leather jacket wrapping them tightly around his waist “I love you too Ash, thank you” you say breathing in his citrusy cologne “thank you for what?” he asks with a confused look on his face “just being you and sticking with me through all my crazy meltdowns, there’s no one else id rather be with here than you” you say, you feel him kiss the top of your head as he holds you even tighter.

Out on the terrace We breathe in the air of this small town On our own cuttin' class for the thrill of it

Getting drunk on the past we were livin' in

You and Ashton found yourselves back out on the balcony in only your robes in a comfortable silence, tipsy and tired. Your mind began to wonder to where it all started.

“no you didn’t even get close to the bullseye, take a shot” you laugh as you watch him swallow down another shot after missing a dart yet again “I’m starting to think you’re cheating” he mutters “how can you even cheat in darts? You’re just a sore loser who’s to drunk to know I’m the best darts player ever” you giggle slightly slurring your words. It was nearly 2 am and all your friends had left after a drunken night of embarrassing ourselves which left you in a bar on your own with the one and only Ashton Irwin who you recognised from that one underwear song a few years back. He was quick to correct you that it was called she looks so perfect and was also quick to tell you he had changed a lot since then. You both started talking also noticing how his friends also left one bye one “and then there where two” he giggles “I guess so what are the plans then” you ask him sipping the tiny straws that are floating in your mojito glass “back to my hotel to watch some shitty lifetime movie?” he ask studying your face to see your reaction by the way it lit up he knew that you were in “watching shitty lifetime movies is actually my favourite past time” you say grabbing your bag and drinking the last of your cocktail.

You thought it was strange how that one night you spent with him ended up becoming such an amazing relationship. Youre glad it happened so naturally because online dating wasn’t your thing it felt kinda forced. The story was definitely one to tell the grandchildren you though smiling looking down at the empty beer bottle in your hand.

We'll get away with everything Let's show them we are better

It was your last night in Paris and you and Ashton decided to go on a walk around the beautiful city, it was almost 9pm and the sky was sparkling almost as much as the Eiffel tower in front of you “shall we go up?” Ashton asks quietly “Ash you know I’m afraid of heights” you whined wondering why your boyfriend would ask such a dumb question after knowing you for so long “come on please it’ll be worth it I promise” he pleads and after around 10 minutes of bargaining you find yourself half way up the tower waiting to get to the top. Your tight grip on Ashtons hand not releasing in fear you may just drop and fall without his strong arm holding you. You make it to the top and see the twinkling city which makes you forget how high up you are because of its beauty. You speed walk to railing wanting to get a closer look not noticing Ashton wasn’t by your side anymore “Ash have you seen how beautiful this is?” you ask expecting him to come to your side but he didn’t “ashton?” you say turning around to find him down on one knee with the biggest smile on his face ever. Your hands instantly fly to cover your mouth which was agape in shock. “y/n will you marry me?”

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katewaliss · 5 years ago

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1x1 plot list!

hello girls, gays and theys! my name is crissy, i’m 21, go by she/her pronouns and live in the PST timezone. i am celebrating bullshitting my way through my junior year with ( copious amounts of tequila but also ) make a list of 1x1 ideas / plot bunnies because i need something to do during this Borentine and what better way to spend it then making myself cry with ships!

i primarily send really long keysmash head cannons through discord and the ims, but i am also down to do replies ( on tumblr or discord ) and ask memes are my most favorite. i am introverted af but very excited abt ships so i really like having rp partners who like want to stay up all night and write and scream with me, so if that sounds like u, come thru!

if u like any of these please don’t hesitate to shoot me an im!

also my discord is daddy devito#2918 ( & yes, i do hate myself )

were starting with mermaids bc i love mermaids

ALSO YES I LIKE OPPOSITE PLOTS DONT @@@@@ ME!!!!!

ALSO ALL OF THESE PLOTS CAN BE GAY! BE GAY DO CRIMES!

i’ve always kind of wanted one based loosely on these pictures x, x, x. im thinking ponyo meets enchanted meets h20 little mermaid AF realness! like maybe hes this lil regular boy high school college student taking pictures and stuff and sees this girl wash up on the shore looking very confused. so he helps her and you know, shes a little hysterical and cant walk very well, takes her into his apartment puts a towel over here bc she like keeps talking abt how shes a mermaid and hes like oh my god shes crazy ahh. she keeps saying her dad is king of the ocean and hes like???? do u have a last name? and the police dont know anything abt her she has no file, no id, no finger print in the database?

basically the mermaid is staying w the college student in his apartment and he like teaches her what the microwave and the tv is and its very soft they fall in luv maybe drama he has a girl friend who sucks a lot who is angry abt mermaid girl idk maybe the government realizes and tries to steal her! fun THAT FIRST PIC? MAYBE HE SAVED HER WHEN HE WAS A KID ONCE FROM DROWNING!!! AHHH

alternatively i found these pictures were are in the same vein very aquamarine x, x, x, lifeguard off duty surfing and he gets stuck in a gnarly wave and almost drowns but this mermaid saves his life! and he comes to see her a lot on the beach and they hang out and fall in love he teaches her how to speak english shows her his phone!!! MAYBE THE GOVERNMENT IS ALSO POACHING HER WE LOVE DRAMA

ok last mermaid plot? BUT ITS A SIREN PLOT!!!!!!! these sirens/a siren wipes out this sailors entire ship with the sirens song they all get drowned/eaten .... but plot twist! this one sailor homie lives bc he is DEAF and therefore IMMUNE TO THE SIREN SONG!! so this siren keeps tryna sing at him and its not working and u know they fall in love good stuff MORE POACHES MORE PIRATES MORE GOVERNMENT TRYNA KILL THE AQUATIC AMERICAN BC I LOVE SUFFERING modern or maybe set back in the day???? spicy

anthour or a sculptor that writes a book w a main character or makes a statue and it comes to life and has no perception of human stuff and is like a big alien

also literally all of these plots can be made gay as the flyest bi i ENCOURAGE it!!!! i will play either character in any of them pls tell me which one u like if u like one

pls the clown clown valedictorian plot

ok speaking of giving the gays everything they want

damn i just want a cheesy wlw 1x1 plot where the first girl is a famous celebrity hella spoiled very purse dog paris hilton type and her fancy convertible sports car breaks down smack dab in a small ass hick nowheresville town and this flannel wearing mannerless tomboy mechanic comes to fix her car but rich girl is stuck in town a few days while they order the part she needs for her car bc it’s a small town they don’t have it and they get closer and the celebrity girl is humbled by the town and learns a lot abt the world and herself just ,, good times LISTEN!!!! zendaya and kristine froseth ???? SPICY

ok maybe a period piece lady knight / princess plot where she was personally assignment to the princess but maybe its a whole mulan thing where no one knows the night is a girl and is posing as a man bc women were allowed to be knights and the princess is betrothed to some loser prince once again ill play either

princess body guard plots always smack

ok princess protection program BUT GET THIS instead of that its my boy dmitri who is the heir to the russian throne or some made up european country but theres an assasination attempt so hes told he has to go into witness protection. and this dude or girls dad is head of cia/fbi and dmitri has to pose as a foreign exchange student at y/ns college and be shown around/baby sat by them. they hate eachother. probably bc dmitri is obnoxious and entitled and sleeps w everyone. he was a matthew daddario fc but not that necessary!

cheerleaders on opposite squads who got the sexual tension!!!!

plot based off hollywood the netflix limited series where its 1940s-1950s hollywood and maybe actors falling in love, an actor and a director? OR omg even better an actor falling in love with some sort of stage crew, lighting, camera person............SPICY!

a beauty / makeup youtube influencer and a pranking rant gaming sort of youtuber and they have to collab and hate it points if its gay

that cliche plot where ur friends older brother is hot

ok kstew / naomi scott .....that is such.....a wave

UGLY BETTY PLOT BITCH!!!!!! REVERSE THE ROLES OR MAKE IT GAY

i saw this gifset of margo robbie and michael b jordan talking abt how they are eachothers celebrity crush and it got my brain turning

a very whimsical hopeless romantic artist who finds a muse in a no nonsense american college student studying law studying abroad

PERCY JACKSON BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE HUNGER GAMES BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

business man/prodigal son who falls in love with a stripper/escort

harry potter......next gen................please.............scorose............but like can i play ravenclaw soft boy nothing like draco scorpio BUT ALSO ALL THE HP i also really like ocs also BEAUXBATONS DRUMSTRANG ( if anyone wants to help me w a not hogwarts but other wizarding school rp let me know )

not to b cliche but uh....pastors son bad boy plot yes!

alternatively bad girl good boy/girl plot yes! ( can i pls play bad girl seulgi its Dire )

horror until dawn stuff

soul eater? death note? OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB BITCH!!!! ANIME!

the epically cliche popular person failing math and is gonna get kicked off cheer gets tutored by biggest loser in school and only agrees to tutor her in math if she teaches them how to be cool to impress crush (popular persons friend) and they do that, they start to bond, she gives nerd a makeover the whole school falls in love with them and the popular girls real jealous and wHEw

a disgruntled detective whos wife cheated on him with his partner and he drinks everyday (also could b a lady) throws himself into work and this waitress at the diner he works at who is the opposite of him and very sunshiney

OKAY HANNIBAL but like the hannibal is a lady!

superhero x villian plot! spicy maybe theyre exes! or they went to the same super power school?

SPEAKING OF SUPERHEROS I WANT A MIRACULOUS LADYBUG PLOT RIGHT FUCKING NOW SOMEONE PLAY CHOU TZUYU AS MARINETTE!!!!!!!!!

also every disney plot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i think this will get added to but for now this is the gist HIT ME THE FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!

#1x1 rp #1x1 #1x1 plot #plot bunny #discord rp

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slcttysav · 5 years ago

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{ taylor hill, 22, cisfemale, she/her } hey, what’s up! i’m savannah farley. i’m from wilmington, delaware and everyone back at home calls me vanna. i always get told that i’m audacious & jaunty but the haters will say i’m loquacious & sly. when people think of me, they think of spilt drinks at the club, smudged lipstick, and resting confused face but that’s just who i am, and like i always say “so does that mean we're not taking shots?”

ah hello everyone !!! i’m jules and wowow i am so excite 2 meet u all and interact w all of ur dope charas :’) this is my Messy intro where im gonn a scream abt savannah!! ok thank u for reading if u got this far jsdjf

background !

savannah was born and raised in wilmington, delaware to her lovely parents dylan & kim farley. she is the youngest of 3 and has older twin brothers, dylan & damien. she was born into a moderately wealthy family, her father is a construction worker & her mother is a nurse. compared to the rest of her family, they lived a modest life. her parents didn’t want to spoil their kids and wanted them to learn that if they want something they had to go get it and not wait for mommy & daddy to do it.

every since she was a teeny tiny girl, savannah was super friendly & loved to talk. she would literally talk to anyone or anything about she had on her mind at the moment. so when she went on to start school she didn’t have a problem with making friends, this made her quite popular & well known through her school career. aside from that her grades were average, mostly getting B’s with an occasional A every so often.

when vanna started high school her parents started demanding a lot more commitment with her obligations, like studies, chores & work. they also became pretty strict once she entered high school, not allowing her to hang out with her friends as much as she used to. this made it a harder for sav to enjoy these years of her life & have a social life, which she couldn’t live without. as she got into her junior year, she decided to enjoy more and stop caring too much about everything. she quit her job & she’d sneak out at night, go to bars, drink underage, smoke weed, sleep with anyone with a pulse, sneak into buildings..you name it, she probably did it. but she seems far from the type because she seems always so well put together- perfect matching outfit, clean shoes, perfect hair! even though she did this she still maintained her good grades… sometimes she prob paid someone to do them. after graduating from hs, vanna decided that college wasn’t for her & started making money from posting pics on IG to eventually having her own yt channel where she vlogs mostly about her traveling!

personality !

an aquarius queen!!

always thinking, always learning, always caring & always talking

a literal hot mess.. like y’all don’t know

loves tattoos but only has like two

she wants to live a vry luxurious life when older even though she is now

when it comes to money, she can be frivolous in her spending habits one day & be frugal the next

love to cook like a lot

vry romantically compulsive which can be a problem lol!!

she constantly longs for partnership; whether it’s romantic or not

she likes to think she is badass as fuck but in reality, she is loser lmao!! ( laughs at her own joke)

speaking of jokes lbr, she pretty funny and sarcastic so she isn’t the only one laughing

however sweet she seems, she can also be very manipulative when she wants to be. knowing she can bat her eyelashes and get the world.!!

she tends to try to avoid most direct confrontation even though she’s really good in social situations and appealing to people uwu

v good at talking and well-liked while her spirit’s lively, it is also cunning & she often acts without thinking, throwing herself into things

loves to party obvs !!! tries to go out every single night bc why tf not lmaoo

honestly she is the life of the party. whenever the party is dying down or just getting started she is the first one on the dance floor. or she is walking around making people take shots with her

she doesn’t have a good sense of organization but she loves life and all it has to offer <3

#jshorehq:intro #jshorehq:savannah #an actual mess

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pandylovepost · 5 years ago

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what are your headcanons for andy and panchos relationships with the other characters in the kingdom? ❤❤❤ I love your blog!!

ohhh i love this question & tysm!! 🧡

it ended up being rlly long so here’s the cut ;)

Pancho

•Julien; Julien is like a brother or cousin to Pancho! He trusts the king more than anything after Julien basically saved .. well himself, but also him. any scheme Julien comes up with that he knows Maurice wouldnt approve of, he’ll go to pancho

•Maurice; maurice has a kind of wary vibe around Pancho ever since Pancho suggested eating him on the sub in exiled. he’s suspicious of him mainly because he wants to protect Julien tho, & he cant shake that Pancho is (or was) a sleeper agent programmed with the sole purpose of killing his best friend so

•Clover: Pancho is kinda cautious around clover since she’s always round the corner ready to bust him & Andy’s schemes. when it comes down to it they DO work together as they aknowledge each others skillsets. literally pancho is the only lemur (from the kingdom) who’s beaten Clover in combat. just once though.

•Mort; Pancho just......aknowlegdes his existance. he’s there i guess. doesn’t find mort as terrifying & creepy as the average citizen but Panch has probably seen worse. or he just doesn’t care. mort also does crimes so theyre just aware of each other.

•Becca & Abner; he’s kinda friends with them cus Andy’s friends with them. he goes round to deliver them stuff sometimes like moonshine or weapons from Andy. He probably shouldn’t pay too much attention to their government conspiracy theories though, they tend to really freak his paranoid ass out

•Timo; Timo is scared of Pancho or at least wary. He admittadly would like to study him tho & Panch is often a great help to him doing manual labour for any of Timo’s big projects

•Masikura; she mindmelded with him once & swore never again. she just doesn’t wanna know.

•Ted; Ted has a lil crush on Pancho (he’s one of Ted’s many crushes) & Panch will lightly flirt with him sometimes when he’s in the mood to. Pancho will bicker & grouch with him but they are really tight friends especially after their time together during exiled.

•Dorothy; at first she saw Pancho as this ideal bad boy type, but then realised how bad he smells cus he hates bathing. She’ll offer him tea like she does with everyone & (begrudingly often) lets him crash with her & Ted when they all stumble back drunk after a night out. Literally her & Ted both just have a mutual crush on Pancho is that not canon though

•Willie; despite being mean to Willie like EVERYONE ELSE IS Pancho and Willie are quite good friends. He’ll go stay with him whenever he’s worried about something cus he knows Willie will understand. sometime’s he’s too panicky for Pancho to be around though cus it sets him off

•Hector; I WANT THEM TO BOND OVER MILITARY HARDSHIPS & EXPERIENCE I THINK IT WOULD BE HELPFUL & HEALING FOR THE BOTH OF THEM! I should write about this sometime..........

•Horst; the DJ friend who he can always have a crazy sesh with; they actually get along pretty good. except when Pancho’s out here stealing his bolos. Like with everyone, Horst just rambles to Pancho when he’s drunk.

•Tammy, Butterfish & Todd; no real connection to them besides that him & Butterfish will often do the same jobs. They usually just make casual work chat. Tammy thinks Pancho is posessed by demons but he doesn’t let that phase him.

•Karl: he’s not rlly a “kingdom citizen” but he’s about there enough so. anyway Pancho just doesn’t treat Karl like the evil genius villain he portrays at all, since Pancho’s own morality is in the grey area, which kinda infuriates Karl that Pancho just talks to him like hes a normal person. he wants Julien’s people to FEAR HIM!!

•Dr. S; Absolutely not. they don’t even really have a friendship of any kind & Pancho is terrified of going to see the doctor as Dr. S literally experiments on lemurs...he’s not about that after what happened with the previous king.......Andy often has to drag him to the hospital kicking & biting to get him to go to checkups

•Nurse Phantom; u know what they’ve never interacted in canon but I think Nurse Phantom senses how troubled & anxious he is & takes a lot of time to talk to Pancho like if ever Andy or anyone else manages to drag him to the hospital, Rob will hold his hand if it comes to it; he goes into major helpful mode like offering him fruit & telling him he’s gonna be alright. He’ll also scold him for getting into so many dangerous scrapes & tells him he’s gotta look after himself!

Andy

•Julien; for some reason Julien just refuses to exile him even after all the bad shit he’s done BUT i think that’s because Andy is overall helpful to him like he ignores all the weirdness for example when they walked in on him & that rat holding a body wrapped in leaves because hey! we need tropheys Andy fast! thats the issue here!! perhaps its Julien’s awful adhd memory though & he just genuinely forgets. Julien is close with Pancho of course so Andy’s been round to the plane for parties & dinner as Pancho’s +1 of sorts— heck even he can be “polite” when he has to be.

•Maurice; Momo hates him. hates him hates him theres no turning back. i mean its hard not to when most of the citizens suffer from rediculous lemur stupidity & ur the only one who can see through this bat when he’s just standing there chatting shit. Very suspicious of Andy— plus he just thinks he’s creepy

•clover; LMAO bUT .....like obviously she hates him for good reason. but i do have this hc that’s way too long to write out that after Julien, Maurice & Mort literally fucked off to go with the zoosters in madagascar 2 Clover was literally responsible for two kingdoms cus she couldnt just leave them with a gecko in charge. I just want some situation where theres a proper twist & Andy ends up mellowing the hell out & actually being useful to her & the kingdom...he has skills but he uses them for nefarious reasons. She’d probably save his life somehow in the post-Julien chaos & he’d b like....”why would YOU of all people save ME?” n she’d b like... “well you are technically a citizen of this kingdom and ....i’ve gotta make sure you’re ALL safe for when ..... if King Julien ever gets back.....”

•mort; ??? sometimes theyre legit business partners. Mort can get in on a good scam. that second rub’s gonna cost ya. theyve probably been in the same prison before at one point. Mort’s so old.

•Becca & Abner; his fellow anti-establishment pals!! he doesn’t fully believe all of their ideas & theories but he loves em cus they’ll always buy self defence scorps off him. They get along & they drink a lot together by the stagnant watering hole. they’ve seen Andy in horrible states; all 3 of them are an idiot squad when theyre together. Becca & Andy argue a lot cus even she thinks some of the things he says are wack sometimes

•Timo; i have this hc that Timo, Andy & Karl knew each other when they were kids they kinda bonded together during school cus they were three non-lemur losers who got bullied for their eccentricity & varying levels of intelligence. Timo will sometimes go to Andy for stuff but he is his last resort really

•Masikura; probably mindmelded with him once & just saw a vision of him daydreaming about being kissed by Pancho & since then she was like. “Im not scared of the bird demon he’s just a big softie. where is my shipment of “ect” for my tea, that bird demon’s late again—“

•Ted; Ted is such an easy mark he can sell almost anything to him if he’s cheery enough. Helps that Ted thinks he’s really cute so Andy can just easily sweet talk him into buying whatever dodgy product he’s got at the moment. he knows & interacts with Ted mainly through Pancho being his friend!

•Dorothy; rlly wild hc actually that Dorothy used to be a propper crime don before she settled down with Ted— or when Ted was shifting into Snake more frequently back in the day for whatever reason—so Andy knows her from the criminal underworld. Cus of this he’s very respectful towards her... he’s seen what she’s capable of

•Willie; Andy could walk round the corner with his wings outstretched & say “boo” & Willie would pass out from shock. He’s also very easy for Andy to sell to- his fearmongering really works on Willie he’s very suseptable to it

•Hector; Hector doesn’t take any of Andy’s crap he’d probably just hit him with a broom if he came round his hut to sell him dodgy hand cream honestly

•Horst; Andy keeps him topped up with a steady supply of beverages...........Horst will actually sometimes ask him & Pancho for help with importing various new vinyl records

•Tammy, Butterfish & Todd; that family buys a LOT of product off him since they’re just typical americans basically he finds it rlly easy & reliable to sell stuff like drinks & toys to them. Tammy kinda hates Andy though & like Pancho, thinks he’s a demon. Doesn’t help that Mort nicknamed him “bird demon”.

•Karl; like with Timo i hc he knew him when they were in highschool—! Karl found Andy infuriating & so annoying though & didn’t consider him a friend at all. a lot of his early lazer guns were born from Karl’s growing need to shoot Andy out of the sky cus he’d fly up to get out of reach of his claws when he’d annoyed him.

•Dr. S; i hc that Andy and Dr.S are business or trading partners of sorts but they keep it very lowkey. Andy probably handles hits and the crazy snake doctor requires bodies and “test subjects” for his manic experiments. Andy is the perfect guy for the job! When Nurse Phantom is unable, Andy will hide the evidence of Dr.S’ malpractice for a reasonable fee, of course. He dislikes going to checkups himself though— he doesn’t like people knowing too much about him! Plus Dr.S always “””jokes””” about “””studying””” him because he finds the fact Andy is a flying mammal facinating & talks about using Andy’s wings to create a frankenstein flying lemur.

•Nurse Phantom; Rob just lectures him about being reckless & getting into fights everytime he sees him. Kinda the same as Dr. S really, but he does tell him like.. Hey I used to be pretty mean & put people in danger too. And that there’s always time to turn another leaf. Andy usually just scoffs, collects his paycheck, & leaves.

#THANK U SOO MUCH ILY 🧡#HOPEFULLY THIS DOESNT LOOK LIKE SHIT I WROTE THIS ALL UP ON MOBILE TOOK ME LKE 3 HOURS LOL #LOVE THINKIN ABT THIS SOO MUCH MAKES ME WNNA WRITE .....HMM MOTIVATION LOL #ASKS #8⚠️⚠️#ahkj #long post

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jcmorgenstern · 6 years ago

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fake killing off Clary just to have the Clave pardon her was stupid. I wanted her and Jon to be on the run while the Clave collectively shits their pants over Valentine's children being loose in the world. They'd swing by the NY Institute to pick up Jace like "get in loser we're doing crime" and Jace could do his undercover thing and no one would have to suffer :( except the randos that Clary and Jon murder :( :(

ok i was LITERALLY just thinking about this when i remembered someone sent me this ask like 200,000 years ago (back before the dinosaurs roamed the earth) so ummm better late than never eh?

Honestly I really didn’t like the decision to pardon Clary “posthumously” because there….was no reason to do so? Look, Jia is apparently so cartoonishly insane she wants to raise Valentine from the dead just to have a wee chat with him, there’s no way she’d backtrack on her EXECUTION order after Clary was dead. There’s no need–she’s already dead, right?–and it just makes look Jia look weak, something the Consul would never allow. Also, I’m just annoyed in general that the show has COMPLETELY forgotten that tons of high-ranking Clave members are secretly Circle (ie MALACHI, hello) and probably want Clary dead for a) killing valentine and b) being a danger to any plans to idk, toast the downworld or have a coup to make the circle powerful again or whatever.

Also it’s narrative unsatisfying because no one actually worked to get that pardon. The whole risk was that in saying “fuck you” to the Clave to save Jace, Clary would face real consequences, but those consequences appear and then…dissappear as inexplicably as they came? the whole leadup of 3a (which imo was very effective) is that Clary and Jace are lying about the wish….and then in 3b it’s totally dropped in the most unimaginative way possible. like maybe alec pulls strings, blackmails someone—even jace!! he is, after all, a herondale (even if he did sort of kill imogen whOOPS). Also who even IS inquisitor right now??? I legit thought it would be Victor since he appeared to be Imogen’s only underling, but he shows up in a completely different department with a years-long nefarious plan to commit genocide???? um??? ok???

anyway back to the point before this becomes an aldertree stan rant. Honestly i would have enjoyed the early team evil a lot more if Clary was like “ok listen here you fake ginger asshole, we DO need each other because the clave wants both of us dead but here are the ground rules. you fuck off if i say so and if not i stab you again. i don’t care if it hurts. fuck you” and then there’s the uneasy “partnership” where you’re never quite sure who’s betraying who and also drama!! and the sword!! and Jonathan going behind Clary’s back communicating with Meliorn and Clary going behind his back with Jace….IM JUST SAYING. also exactly as anon says undercover jace could have been introduced way earlier….like maybe the pardon for clary is contingent on him proving she’s innocent and with jonathan under duress, but the rune thing is happening and clary and jonathan are becoming more and more alike and jace is like….um shit lol i wasn’t prepared for that…and jonathan is like no way, the pardon is a trap, they’re just going to kill you!! and jace is like when has this idiot ever been right about anything in his life!! and clary is like wow you know it’s kind of hot when you two argue keep doing it…ANYWAY.

and then maybe jonathan goes off on his plan to kill lilith and jace arranges with the Gang to trap both of them and jonathan is McPissed and thinks clary betrayed him and it seems like the bond is broken (or is it?) and there’s clace happy times UNTIL the bond is threatened and clary is like…umm :))) maybe not :))) and rescues jonathan and everyone is like JACE WTF and jace is like “nothing about this is my fault :))” and they forge glorious etc etc

ALSO they could have tied all this in by making the heavenly fire investigation thing a real deal (personally i would have made it malachi’s pet project that jia hasn’t been consul long enough to know about….or Has She :)) and then draw in the magnus and alec storyline by emphasizing the war between asmodeus and lilith more, like kick that off earlier and weave it into magnus mourning the loss of his magic. so malec are off grave robbing and shit and trying to find the morgenstern sword to threaten asmodeus with (maybe they don’t know only a morgenstern can weild it, or assume jace and clary will get back SOMETIME lol) and maybe alec is dealing with political intrigue from jia and maybe even INQUISITOR aldertree or whatnot and magnus is like omg please ive been dealing with this petty infighting for centuries and teaches alec how to school some fools. and maybe raphael is izzy’s informant BUT simon gets arrested unfairly so they can study his downworlder blood so raphael and izzy have to team up to rescue him and there’s ~poly vibes~ ALSO team evil totally breaks luke out of prison you can’t change my mind.

anyway im just saying this season was organized by a 4th grader and it makes me kind of mad? Like i did genuinely think this was the storyline we were gonna get (or at least something like it) and i felt they wasted a lot of time noodling around with separate plots that went nowhere instead of trying to find one unified thing that could make the season move forward (ie the war between lilith and asmodeus, and uprising with the seelie queen and maybe lorenzo teaming up with heidi and maia’s like UM hello not on my watch) like idk man i just felt the arc plot was so badly thought through and im pretty sure you pointed this out like….during 3x11 and 12 so lke…..it was pretty obvious from the get-go that there’s a better way to do it

ANYWAY sorry that was a ramble but ummm those are my thoughts and sorry anon for being so Late ily

#friend anon #crispy chat #seriously they sent this like 2 months ago im just a fucking mess and completely forgot about it until now #anyway kind of ironic i complained about the show being disorganized when i can barely form a cohesive thought but SHHH #anyway this is kind of how i wish they'd gone but umm who knows they've got 2 episodes left to prove it to us idk

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ddonggeun · 6 years ago

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Hey! So I’m suspecting if I got adhd/add but is there any symptom idk. It’s really exp here to get it diagnosed

sorry it took me a while to get back to you because honestly i dont know whats a good alternative for you can be so i guess i can share my own experience?

first of all i think googling symptoms and types of adhd and reading peoples account on how adhd/add manifest is a good start? my doctor and the reddit /r/adhd REALLY help me to accept myself (which is the first step i think) but the way i get diagnosis (i am adhd with predominately inattentiveness - but at the same time i have depressions and dyslexia which is like a killer combo 10/10 would never rec) is that i came across with an article a couple months about how girls with adhd are more likely to be (mis)diagnosed with depression and it basically fucks up multiple generations because they cant get the help they need and i was like wait whats describe in it sounds kind of like me but at the same time i have always been very lethargic and rather well behaved in class growing up i am nothing like what you would typically associate with adhd (you know the hyper-activeness) so during my next visit to the doctor (im getting treatment for my depression) i mention to the article to her and she said wait you know what describe how you feel in a classroom setting growing up and is there anything you do that teachers complain about repeatedly and tell me how studying and doing homework is like to you and so i did (i can go further into details of my life since a lot contributes to why i only get diagnosis when im 21… let me know if you would like to know i guess?)

my doctor (who just so happens to be an adhd specialist and is quite active in the research area i didnt know before then we stan forever i love her really she is so encouraging and so good at her job) took some notes as i was talking and after im done she said you know what i think you might be onto something but i cant be sure yet (since i have depression and dyslexia which both overlaps quite a lot with adhd/add) why dont i first explain to you what adhd is and i’ll give you the set of official diagnosis questions you dont have to do it just take a look at it first do some research organize your thought talk to your parents about it and if you think getting a test on it is something you want we can set up another appointment and we can go from there - which is really really nice because adhd has always been a taboo at least with my upbringing it makes you a loser socially academically and you know just in general its not something you will want to have….

in hind sight there are SO MANY SIGNS even in early childhood how come no one notice i dont know prolly because i grew up in the 00s if you are different you need to kys lmao rip:

trouble paying attention in school or work,

the appearance of not listening - although im an audio learner funny enough

avoidance of activities that require sustained focus,

being easily distracted

restlessness

fidgeting and cant sit properly - i shake my legs or click my pen so much especially when im thinking or anxious lmao, i got into trouble a lot when i was younger because i only sit in my seat facnig the teacher 5 mins max at at ime then i move around or i move the chair around i think better when i cross my legs but i went to a uniform school and i always make my skirt too short so you know

interrupting - if i dont say what comes to mind when it comes to mind, the thought is gone forever

frequent talking and talking way too fast - i get the exact same comment every single report day class from when i was 4 till i graduated high school im not even kidding “she has excellent comprehension skill and reading speed. it would be great if parents can help her out a bit in maths or chemistry. she has a lot of potential if she applies herself, she seems distracted although when we ask her questions she can answer. very helpful and bubbly and yet she talks too much in class. she is not disruptive and her seatmate never complains but she just doesnt stop talking. we have been pairing her up with quiet students in class in the hopes that she will talk less in class but she just turn the quiet student talkative”

trying to do multiple things at once - i cant do one thing at a time, even when im say writing a paper i need to be listening to music or talking to someone if not switching between tabs or word files

mood swings

hyperfocus - oh boy oh boy oh boy

impulsiveness - i dont know if i get better as i age or is it getting worse i just know how to clean up my mess lmaooooo

poor time management - although i would say ever since i start listening to stuff 24/7 it really helps build a sense of the passage of time or whatever? its like now i know ok by the time i get to the third song in the shower i need to be washing out my conditioner; or say i need to go somewhere in 40 mins which is really abstract to me i set timers and put on a show thats 35ish mins even tho im not watching it just so im aware of time is actually happening if it makes sense

fail to follow through - i start things and once i have it figure out in my head i struggle to put it down in words or explain it to others i work well with other adhd peps tho

doesnt follow instruction and only do stuff their way

burnout - this is the worst especially if you are a perfectionist or a control freak and guess who is both

trouble coping with stress -

i luck out because im canadian and my doctor (in my schools clinic) just so happens to be a specialist who is very passionate about helping undergrads and grad school students to achieve as much as they can - so doctor and diagnosis for me is free. i do have to pay for my medications out of my pocket for a bit since im on vyvanse (to treat both my adhd and depression-lead anxiety its complicated but it makes sense when my doctor explained it to me lol) and this drug isnt covered by Pharmacare (CAD $130ish for 3 weeks worth of 30mg, im mostly on 30mg but on days when i dont have work on stuff or go to school i take 20mg just so my anxiety dont cause me to explode lmao) and very expensive but recently my doctor and i have agreed that vyvanse really work for me and it is something that i should be on daily for the foreseeable future we applied for special authorization which means i only gotta pay the tax… of course medicating isnt a must but it is what works for me and we figure out a way to make it affordable so i cant be more happy about that

at the same time i work with my psychiatrist to you know configure the whole adhd thing cause you know 21 years of repressing and forcing your feet into a shoes that not even your size frick you up thats something people dont tell you 🤷🏻‍♀️

what my doctor said to me then stuck with me - she told me adhd or add really is no monster or flaw in fact it is a very valuable set of traits we inherit from our ancestor - we hate it now because modern society render these skills useless well you see adhd isnt all about the hyperactiveness you see in the media people with adhd are extra sensitive to their surrounding and prefer hands on experiences (today we call them distracted) they are always aware of the change around them and is capable to attend to a couple things at a time and act fast because their brains are always making sense of things even when they arent consciously doing it. in todays society we dont want these kind of people why? because they ask questions they are curious people who notice trivial stuff that dont contribute to productivity they cant sit still which makes them not the ideal factor workers or pupils BUT! you have to remember that industrialization started like a century ish ago before that our ancestors live in predominately tribal society - adhd people then are the perfect caretakers and protectors, why? because they are always noticing things they adapt and react fast… so yeah it kinda suck for us growing up in a system thats designed to be everything we are and it is something that need to be changed but for those of us who “made it out alive” especially people who only get diagnosed in adulthood more often than not they look back and realize they have developed so many incredible ways to cope to make things work - are they always the perfect way? are they always health? no definitely no but at the same time it shows you how incredible these people are they make things work yes things are really hard sometimes but you got to give yourself a pet in the shoulder for not giving up… with the help of science and research we now know a little more about how adhd affect people we now have medication and programs developed to help people with adhd - they arent to dumb you down or numb you but instead it helps you to focus better so you can actually hear your entire thought and not just phrases or sentence fragments

#i rambled but i hope my personal experience give u a slight idea of how adhd/add manifest in others? but like i said medicating is not the #only way i think talking to people with similar experiences is helpful too even tho they might not be able to offer you professional medical #advices not feeling alone or that you are a weirdo is so important people talk a lot of about how poor self image among adhd ppls are common #and i think the social pressure is def one of the things that make it worse #i dont know where you are but if you are still in school #i guess talking to a trusted teacher or like social worker would be a good start they might be able to point you to more local and accessibl #resources.... and i mean you can always talk to me im very new to the whole actively combating adhd and not just cope with it but you know #sometimes you just need someone to hear you rant about stuff and im always here... i might not be able to reply fast since im in my last #semester 😳 and school is killing me lmao but ill try to response as soon as i see it :)))#ask #anon

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survivemiddleearth · 6 years ago

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Rites of Passage

Crow- Bruh. I thought we were going to be friends/allies in this game but then I hear you were telling the entire tribe how I was not to be trusted and as much as you mock me for my lack of a social game, it sure saved me there! But still love ya and hope things have gotten better, and hey, maybe you were smart for targeting me from the start :P

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lmc21V-zBq0

Roxy- runaway with me noww oh its come away with me fuck

Dylan- king of first boot

Well mine was short lol. but I think Crow has played an amazing game and def deserves this dub :)

Crow- Although I personally trusted you, you were just unfortunately the outsider from the start and with having proof of Drew/Zach sparing me, I didn't want to risk reaching my neck out for you and getting labeled as trying to play both sides. You were robbed though, it was just because our tribe was so garbage at comps...

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j2WWrupMBAE

Roxy- We didn’t meet in this game

Dylan- king of second boot

Crow- Legendary flop! You were hilarious and completely messy and if there's any way to bond with me, it's that. Unfortunately flops are always targeted for some reason pre-merge (maybe cuz they wreck their tribe average??? no shade, but) but I would have KILLED for your commentary from post-merge onwards cuz I felt completely alone being the only one constantly hogging the spotlight :/

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CfHHv7yOYX0

Roxy- skinny legend

Dylan- you would have killed the lip syncing comp but these losers flipped the vote

Aah, what a fun time I had during this game (from the little I remember). I still would like to say it was a wonderful tribal, 8-0? wow so great. COuldn’t do it without people hating me <3 jkjk. Anyways! It was fun while it lasted and hopefully was fun for everyone that was in it too.

Crow- Okay, truth be told, I really thought you were like the social queen of your tribe but when tribal came around and people said your name, I felt powerless, as the only person from Pikachu, to try and sway it, and especially when you seemed okay with it. Thank you for having a graceful exit, not many people can do that nowadays....

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CID-sYQNCew

Roxy- http://sketchtoy.com/68755176

Dylan- queen of having crazy fast internet. accepted her defeat which was iconic

This game seemed very fun and I loved the opportunity to play, I wish I didn’t get so busy so I could’ve backstabbed Roxy like I planned. Ah well. Congrats on getting so far I hope the game was fun for you all!

Crow- I know I'm a big reason why you were cut just shy of merge but it was more of a move to solidify Sammy/Johnny (and supposed to be Eric...) and break apart the potential trio I saw in you, Roxy, and Dennis (I mean, now I'm sitting next to both of them in f4 so can't say I regret it :P ) You were a very intelligent, brash guy and I hope you know that your placement was not indicative of your game. Hope the novel turns out well!

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s1tAYmMjLdY

Roxy- MY AUSSIE BUDDY UGH/ I wonder how this game wouldve gone with you here. You were fun to talk to and play with and i loved chatting about the shows we both loved together/

Dylan- king of being blindsided. second season where I watched you get blindsided from a different tribe.

Crow- Thank god you didn't try in this game. I didn't even want to get into the ring with you again and go for Round 3. Thanks for making this one easy :P

Dennis- You freaking stole my tom bombadil to just be inactive -.-

Roxy- L

Dylan- making it to merge without doing anything ? queen

That damn bitch Beyoncé got me again huh. I swore I wouldn't let her after last time but she always has to have the last word. Thank god she's been outed as a satanic black witch!!! Thank you to the brave former drummer for walking in the light and exposing her depravity. I will expect my reparations settlement money in the mail.

Crow- Okay I literally feel so bad like comforting you in that round but know that I was completely blindsided by it myself so I really hope that wasn't misunderstood as me trying to make sure you were blindsided asghsgsho but thanks for taking the bullet then! Love a good shiel- bodyguard.

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LdCslA8xs98

Roxy- nnnn I remember when I saw you in merge I was hyper excited to play with you. I never really allied with you or met you in games so finally getting to play with you finally a familiar face from your tribe was refereshing and welcoming. I told you to f2 me or im quitting lmfao. That lasted long ... rdfc Your vote off was a mess of flipping multiple names thrown and idols. I feel like we drifted during the day or 2 leading up to the tribal and we didn't really talk game that round which was sad. I really wanted to have you as a clsoe allly that game but it ended up the way it did since I saw jg as a closer ally.

Dylan- literally actually the most robbed person in this entire game. you were missed

This game was pretty fun. All of the people I was close to voting me out and losing on a twist was pretty shitty. I’d just never do these challenges ever again. :P

Crow- You're honestly just a mess. P.S. My beard is now gone because of you.

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRh_vgS2dFE

Roxy- hahah hi hi johnny. “Daddy”. You are always a great blast to play with even though we have yet to truly get somewhere together. ALthough in hos we were close it was just a diverging of end game interests that tore us apart. I remember the jokes we made about applying for this org. I had no idea when I was applying that I would make it this far and when I applied for you as a joke haha. My biggest regret is not telling you about the vote and what was going down. Our relationship this game was sort of foggy but it was great while it lsted.

Dylan- voted for me but you’re so lovable

Crow- We were never on a pre-merge tribe together, then you made the big-ass move to blindside Drew at the first vote (without telling me, which no hard feelings) so when it came down to our mini-tribe's tribal, I felt like it was too little too late for both of us to try and make something happen together? I'd say we just fell on opposite sides rather than being enemies. But I hope you've been watching because I know you're an analytical guy who's obsessed with Survivor so I would love to hear your input as a juror.

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YShWLjj1TO0

Roxy- UGH SO ROBBED!!! We had so much potential to play a fun game together but the unmerge robbed us of that T_T im glad we got to play together for one round at least

Dylan- you and I have a lot in common, we both put our trust in the wrong person.

Hey y’all! This was game was fun and fresh and I did better than last time so I definitely achieved my goal! There really wasn’t anything shady going on until the night I left and I’m sure that was aired out so I have nothing to spill. Tbh I was just bored and wanted to be messy and have fun. It was a fun last night! I had a great time playing with everyone and good luck to the final 4!

Crow- Truth be told, I really didn't see myself voting you out so soon. I thought we were working together, sorta, but it always felt like you had better allies? Which I don't fault you for, I know I was not the most critical ally, for like, anyone in this game, but that's purely the reason I decided to vote you out over Eric. I might regret it though since Eric pretty much shunned me from there on out and I know you would've really appreciated me saving you.....but it is what it is. (also you didn't swipe on my tinder so im kinda insulted but dats fine!)

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfWlot6h_JM

Roxy- Hey zach!! You seem like a really sweet person. We didn’t really hit if off and we never clicked together. WE had different allies and diff groups so us allyining was never really an option. I recon its just how the game unfolded and you were loyal to your allies while i was to mine and i respect you for that despite the mess of how you left.

Dylan- why didn’t you give me the legacy idol. I’m kidding I would’ve misused it

I really didn’t know what I was getting into here, and I REALLY liked it!! Who knew performing arbitrary semi-public tasks with complete strangers could be so much fun? I wish each of you the best, in the game and out of it. May Manwë smile upon those who walk the world; may Mandos rule with steady hand those who rest in his hall.

Crow- Literally, you were the only one I was just like, hey, he's probably not going to lie to me. And so it's ironic that we also never talked game other than the casual vote here and then....you were a very interesting person though so I wish I hadn't got caught up in the game as much and really tried to connect with you as a person, and for that, I take the blame.

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uE-1RPDqJAY

Roxy- Ford!! When I first saw you in the scvanger hunt I asked "are you single ?" nnn you seem like a cool dude and you were fun to play with despite the fact we never really talkde game and we werent really aligned this game/ I still promised you to be honest to you and I think i pulled through on that. It was amazing fun to play with you and i hope you luck in yoru studies.

Dylan- you were amazing sweetie as a newbie you made it so far omg

Hey guys! Like I said before I quit, I have no regrets about the game and how I played it. If I stuck around the community I would have loved to be friends with all of you! Best of luck to you all and may the best player win!

Crow- Hope everything is okay in your real life and I hope you were never offended by anything I did or said. I completely understand your game decisions and you don't ever need to apologize for them. You were a chaotic mess, but genuine and real, so you have my respect. You also proved what I've always thought you were (even back in Great Lakes) as a really go-getter type of player.

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrcMMyNeJJs

Roxy- rip gl with life

Dylan- I loved how we found middle ground during the F7.

hiii yes i don’t have much to say. i had a blast and made some amazing friends and just goofed off a lot. No hard feelings, you are all icons...I’m rooting for one of you but i wish you all good luck!

Crow- Okay I love you as a person, but like, you also betrayed me for no reason so I'm a little confused as to why or how we stand now, but just know that whatever your reasons for doing so, it doesn't change how I see you as a person. And even through my bitterness in the betrayal, I will admit, you didn't deserve to go out like that.

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CSvFpBOe8eY

Roxy- Sammy!! Weve had a very varied ride in our org careers and this game was no exception/ I feel like timezones really got to us this time round and early on our games diverged when I tried to save stephen and you tried to save Eric. During merge and then unmerge i think you bonded more with jay and that tribe so we never really played as allies. Howveer i think the way you left did not give you justice. Jay letting you get idoled out after you were one of the few who stuck with her and then her quitting just because people were voting her out. You did NOT deserve that. And I was honestly mad at jay for doing you dirty.

Dylan- cirie who ? Jay shoulda used that idol on you you were the second most robbed queen

Crow- Well, I had your back. I knew of multiple of your misdeeds in previous rounds and I think you knew that? But game-wise we were very compatible in playing styles (not similar, but definitely compatible - you were the strategic one, I was the......other...one) so although your exit was less than glorious for me, I do hope you find comfort in your gameplay and know that you were really impactful on the game, for better or worse.

Dennis- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXzDu071RdQ

Roxy- nnnnnn she snapt

Dylan- there’s not enough space to describe anything but the takeaway is that I hope you know that like I actually genuinely care about your well being

We just want to say a sincere thank you to everyone who came to have fun and played to their fullest extent. Jo and I have worked on this game for months and like we’ve said all along: the goal for this was for everyone to have fun in the chaos and the world of LOTR and Survivor combined. There’s a lot of drama and toxicity in the org community and in the world right now and if this game provided you with any sort of reprieve from either that’s all we could ever hope for. We hope you had a great time, we know we did, and we want to reiterate again: thank you all for bringing this game to life and for participating. Good luck to our final 4!

Love,

Olivia and Joanna <3

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chuckaliclous · 7 years ago

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Awkward//Reddie

CH 4

CH 1 CH 2 CH 3

Tag list: @eddie-kaspjack @plsshutuprichie @eggosoutfor011 @t-rash-m-outh @strangerthoughts @stenbroughreddie @greywatertrashmouth @second-fannypack

okay folks this is the angsty chapter and i would say im sorry but im just not here we go fellas

Chapter Four: Unfaithful

Richie sat in his living room, gazing out the window at the melting snow on the sidewalk that he would have to shovel later for the buck his dad had promised him. He sighed, returning his attention to his homework on his lap, only wishing Eddie was here to play with his hair as he did the work.

A small crash on the front lawn startled Richie back to reality and he snapped his head up to look out the window, only to see the one and only Stanley Uris throwing his bike down and running to the door. Confused, he went to answer the rapping at the door from his best friend. He flung the door open to discover Stan’s face red and blotchy, tear tracks stained on his cheeks.

“Stan?” Richie questioned. It wasn’t odd for Stan to show up at the Tozier household, but he usually calls first, letting Richie know that he’d be there in exactly seven minutes, as always. And he never left his bike on the grass like that, he always has to use the kickstand or his OCD goes crazy.

“C-Can I come in?” He pleaded. He resembled a sad puppy dog that desperately needed attention at the moment. Richie nodded and Stan threw himself on the couch, trying so hard to hold back tears they both knew were coming.

Richie awkwardly took a seat by him and placed his hand on Stan’s back. “What’s going on, Stan?” He asked, concern lining his face as he looked Stan in the eyes. Richie wasn’t the best with friendly affection in times like these; he only knew how to be with Eddie in his vulnerable times. Even if Stan was his best friend, he’d never seen his guard let down his guard this much. “Oh c’mon now, Stanny boy you can’t start crying or we’ll both be crying.” He smiled lightly, trying to make Stan reciprocate but getting nothing.

“Bowers…” He breathed, then began to cry again.

Richie jumped up, prepared to grab the first aid kit Eddie kept here. Not that he’d know what to do with it, but he could always try. “Shit. Are you hurt?” Stan shook his head and Richie sat back down, trying his best to comfort him. “What happened?” He asked in the most soothing and sympathetic voice Trashmouth Tozier could possibly choke out.

Stan took in a deep watery breath. “He called me a queer… and a fag. And told me I deserved to die like Adrian Mellon.”

“Mellon?” He asked.

“You know… the gay guy that got murdered.”

Richie gulped. “I’m sorry, Stan… but I mean, you’re obviously not, right?” He chuckled a little at the thought, before turning to see Stan’s completely stoic face. Richie wiped the smile off his own face very quickly. “Stan…, w-why didn’t you tell us?” Richie was completely shell-shocked. His own best friend couldn’t say what Richie hadn’t even had to to the Losers. Richie just showed up holding Eddie’s hand one day and never let go, telling anyone who had a problem with it to suck his dick.

“I don’t know,” He confessed, looking down at his hands. “I… was afraid.”

Richie laughed out loud without meaning to. “Stanley, do you even know how gay Eddie and I are? C’mon now. The only problem we’d have is competing to out-gay each other.”

Stan let out a small giggle under his breath, a rarity for whenever Richie made a joke around him. “You know what? You’re not so bad, Tozier.”

Richie felt a pang of anxiousness and guilt in his chest as he realized he was smiling at Stan the way he smiled at Eddie. He quickly shoved the thought away. “You aren’t so bad yourself, Stanley Urine.” He found himself saying, causing the boys to crack up.

Stan looked up at Richie with huge blue eyes, not expressing sadness anymore. No, it was something more… something Richie was used to seeing in Eddie’s big brown eyes. But Richie wasn’t thinking about Eddie.

In one swift motion, Richie swooped in and his lips were suddenly on Stanley’s. Stan’s heart was beating out of his chest as his lips collided with Richie’s over and over again. Richie felt a wave of guilt overcome him, only to be replaced by excitement. He knew how Eddie’s lips tasted, how his body wriggled beneath him, how his gasps and moans would sound in his ear. But he didn’t know any of this about Stan. He’d never imagined it before, but now he kind of wished he had.

They were horizontal on the living room couch, Richie on top of Stan, Stan’s fingers running wildly through Richie’s knotted hair. Richie didn’t care if he left hickeys on Stan’s ivory neck; it was just begging to be stained by Richie’s chapped lips. Wait, what am I doing? Richie thought urgently, remembering the boy at home, probably puffing on his aspirator and waiting for Richie to call anxiously.

He broke away from Stan and tore himself off of him, standing up. “Holy fuck! This is bad. This is really bad. We did not just fucking do that shit!” Richie started pacing, his thoughts racing and not slowing down anytime soon.

Stan stood up and put his arms around Richie, causing him to recoil at Stanley’s gentle touch. “Hey,” He said softly. “It’s okay.”

Richie looked him in the eyes, as if for confirmation that he wasn’t the world’s biggest asshole at the moment. Somehow, against all the goddamn odds, he found it in Stan’s eyes.

“What Eddie doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

So this continued. For days. For weeks. For months on end. Richie would ditch Eddie at study hall for Stan, finding an empty classroom where he could leave even more hickeys on his neck, which none of the Losers suspected the culprit to even be a boy, let alone Richie. They didn’t ask many questions, they just laughed about it once in a while when a new hickey would appear, which was often.

“We can’t keep doing this,” Richie would breathe between kisses.

“Then why do your lips keep finding their way back to mine?” Stan would smirk back, causing them to lunge into even more hungry kisses.

Richie caught himself smiling between kisses. He never did that with Eddie anymore. Yes, he loved Eddie. He loved Eddie more than anything, that was true. But there was something about Stanley that Richie just couldn’t resist.

He loved it. He loved the rush of almost getting caught, the small flutter in his heart when the Losers mentioned to Stan whoever she was was a lucky girl, or when Eddie asked where Richie had been and Richie makes up some story and Eddie looks as if he almost doesn’t believe him. Richie loved the excitement.

Eddie had noticed something was… off. Something was wrong with his boyfriend, but he couldn’t tell you exactly what it was. Eddie noticed how he stopped meeting him behind the gym during study hall, and how he gave Stan a ride home after school instead of smoking with Beverly after he drove Eddie home. Which was fine, Eddie knew Richie had his own life and was allowed to have friends, and Eddie thought it was great that him and Stan were keeping up their best friendship status. That is, until he knew the truth.

It was a cool April day in Derry, and Richie drove Eddie home today, which made Eddie very happy since it was a seldom occurrence nowadays. Beverly was doing homework in the library with Ben so Richie wasn’t going to smoke today, which made Eddie even happier. All he cared about was making sure Richie was happy and healthy; which made Richie feel like even more of a jackass.

“I’ll call you when I’m done with homework, okay baby?” Richie smiled sweetly, kissing Eddie on the cheek tenderly as Eddie grabbed his things and opened the door to get out of the beaten up car.

“Okay.” Eddie smiled brightly at his boyfriend, the butterflies in his stomach still raging as always when Richie did so much as to touch him.

Richie drove the rest of the way home with a guilty conscience, in complete silence. No, he was not going to do homework. Instead, he was gonna do a little Jewish boy and lie to his boyfriend who loved no one but him. Richie hated himself. But he couldn’t help himself, either.

“Richie!” Stan waved from the lawn, his bike propped up beside him on the grass.

A smile spread across Richie’s face as he turned the car off and ran to embrace Stanley. “C’mon, let’s go inside.”

They plopped down on the couch, their usual place, and began doing what they always do. Stan’s body was on Richie’s, the body heat making sweat drip down Richie’s shoulders. Stan used to think it was gross, but oddly enough, he liked the smell of it. Only when it came from Richie though. But it wasn’t like he’d ever had that with anyone else.

Stan thought maybe he might be in love with Richie Tozier. Which made him anxious. Stanley struggled with anxiety his entire life, as well as depression that popped up when he was about 13, and decided to stay. He didn’t talk about it, but everyone knew about it. Just like everyone knew Eddie was gay before he even hinted at it, or how Beverly was a child of abuse, or even Richie and his parent issues. Stan always wanted to feel wanted, and needed, and loved. Stanley Uris always wanted to belong to someone, and have them kiss away the pain and whisper that it was all gonna be okay.

Meet me in the middle of the day, let me hear you say everything’s okay. Bring me southern kisses from your room. Meet me in the middle of the night, let me hear you say everything’s alright. Let me smell the moon on your perfume… The song echoed in Stan’s head as he felt the other boy’s lips give him confirmation that Stanley was capable of feeling happiness, which he hadn’t previously believed for a long time.

I can and I will be happy, He thought. With Richie.

But no, he couldn’t. Of course not. Because Richie was in love with Eddie, everyone could see how in love they always had been, even before they could see it themselves. Stan was hopelessly falling for Richie, and he knew he couldn’t have him. This isn’t a movie, Stanley. No matter how this ends, it’s gonna be bad. Probably for you.

Eddie thought it was a little weird that Richie didn’t want to do homework together like they always did. He seemed to want to be alone a lot lately, if he wasn’t with Stan. He was worried. Maybe his dad had said something that got to him, or maybe his suicidal thoughts had come back, or maybe he was hurting himself again, or maybe-

“Maybe I’ll just give him a call,” He whispered to himself and the empty kitchen, picking up the phone and dialing the Tozier household.

The ringing of the phone interrupted Stan and Richie, and Stan pulled away for a brief moment. “Let it ring,” Richie whispered seductively, grabbing Stan’s face eagerly and yanking it down to kiss him once more.

Eddie waited until he couldn’t just let it go on anymore and sighed to himself. Worrying was what Eddie Kaspbrak did best, and of course he was worried about Richie. He decided to pack up his school bag and head over to Richie’s anyway, maybe he’d be able to study with him a little.

Richie and Stan continued on the couch, unbothered. Richie had torn Stan’s shirt off, a little too eagerly, Stan thought, and Richie was down to his boxers. They didn’t think twice about Stan’s bike plainly left on the front lawn, nor about the door being unlocked. Until Eddie walked in.

“R-Richie? Stan?” Eddie’s incredulous voice rose from the silence.

The boys broke apart instantaneously, Stan shooting up so fast it made his head spin. Richie ran up to Eddie, who backed away from him. “Eddie! It’s not-”

“Not what it looks like?” Eddie finished for him. Hot tears welled up in his eyes now and threatened to stream down his face. “Of course it’s what it fucking looks like! Of course it is, Richie!” He turned to Stan, mortified. “And you, Stan? I thought we were friends!”

“We are friends, Eddie!” Stan’s voice cracked as he rushed to put his shirt back on.

“No! Friends don’t fucking do this to each other!” He finally broke, falling to the floor on his knees and covering his face in his hands as he sobbed. “How long?” He spat out in a defeated voice.

“What?” Richie whimpered, tears rolling down his face as well.

“How fucking long, Richie? How long have you been fucking him?” Eddie screamed, his face turning redder by the second.

The two boys stayed silent as Eddie wept. There was nothing to say. They all knew the unspoken answer, clear as day. Eddie just had never dreamed that’s what they spent all their time together doing. Because Richie would never hurt him; no, not his Richie.

“I don’t even know who you are, anymore.” Eddie regained his breath solidly and stood up, pointing an angry finger at Richie. “You’re not the fucking person I fell in love with. Not even fucking close.”

Richie gulped audibly, trying to come up with anything to say. All Richie knew was that now was not a time for jokes. “I-I’m sor-” He started, his voice cracking.

“You’re sorry?” Eddie huffed. “Sorry? You just broke my fucking heart, Richie! Just fucking smashed it to pieces!” Eddie began to cry again, and Richie inched closer to put his arm around him.

Eddie smacked his arm away. “No!” He shrieked, tears overflowing his tear ducts and dropping generously to the floor. “Do not fucking touch me!”

“But Eddie, I love you!” Richie shouted, lunging forward to pull Eddie into a hug.

Eddie then did the very thing he swore he’d never do. He slapped Richie Tozier straight across the face, and the three gasped as they heard the sickening smack that echoed throughout the empty house. Richie clutched his now burning red cheek with his hand, and Eddie leaned down to whisper, “Yeah, I used to love you too, Trashmouth.”

With that, Eddie was gone.

#awkward #richy writes #beep beep richy #reddie #reddie fic #reddie cheating #stozier #stozier fic #it #it 2017 #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #stan uris #stanley uris

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haemoglobina · 7 years ago

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i dont know why but i felt like writing about this. when i chose to study communication i didnt really knew why i just wanted to create content and that’s it. i’d been told how good at writing i was by multiple teachers in the past. i started beliving it and think that maybe i could become a journalist. i dont know if i actually wanted to or just made myself believe i did because it was the only thing i was supposedly good at. whatever the case, a journalist became what i wanted to be at the end of my career. a journalist dedicated to the music industry who could talk to people who always had something interesting to share and to deliver those experiences to others. i’ve always been interested in the lives of certain artists and musicians and it would be a dream to talk to these kind or people as a job. anyways, people kept on telling me how good i was at writing. (((by reading this you may be wondering how the fuck))). last year, however, all my hoping went to shit. i took a journalism class where the teacher didn’t get any amazed by my work. it was hard to deal with it being used to being constantly complimented. and that’s the way university is. you are really put in the real world where you aren’t really worth anything. it was okay though because she was a teacher and i was a student and i didnt know better. for my final project, i put all of my time and effort. we had to deliver an article about an “unusual” topic including photos and videos. i decided to make mine about goth bars because they aren’t that popular here in mexico but pretty cool. so yeah, i had to talk to strangers and take pictures without them noticing and other stuff that made me anxious as fuck but that i had to get through if i wanted to succeed. i dont know if my article was actually that shitty, but i failed. i failed while all my classmates got 90+ writing articles about herbal medicine and forgein students, which are not unusual at all? (((my campus is full of forgein students))) and my classmated werent exactly the best at writing. i just dont know if it was really me or this teacher. for a very important project last year, i saw her again. we had the opportunity to appear on rolling stone by writing an article about the eartquake. this time, i decided to write about how university students were using their academic knowledge to help. my text got revised by this teacher multiple ocassions and she always changed everything. the final text wasnt mine anymore. and, of course, someone else’s text was selected. there were second and third place but i didnt get anything. its not that im a bad loser but it really made me sad. appearing on rolling stone would have made me the happiest. just imagining reading my name on a magazine purchased from a public place felt like something was worth it. i dont know how stupid that is but thats what i felt. i dont believe im good at writing anymore or anything really. i’ve been trying to get a job by sending my resume to multiple editorials and most of them have rejected me. people say thats just the way it is but i cant stop comparing myself to my classmates who got contacts and a good way with people. i dont know if im actually that shitty or people just have it easier or my opportunity hasnt come i dont know. i just feel like a failure. im afraid of finishing my career and having nothing left. because im not worth anything. the pressure of responsibility and of growing up is just a lot for me. i havent been able to sleep lately just thinking about it. and no one can help me because growing up youre actually on your own. i dont know how stupid this is but i feel like shit. just wanted to vent i guess ??

#this is so fucking dumb #delete it fat

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literaphobe · 7 years ago

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a traitor, i’d trade her in a second

*deep sigh* she has returned. drama club AU is back with PART FOUR!! honestly im in love with these two loser nerds and i hope you love them (and this) too :’) part one part two part three and awaaaaaay we go!! (feel free to yell in my inbox after this)

JAKE’S HOUSE, 1624 HOURS, GETTING THROWN UNDER A BURNING BUS BY HIS OWN MOTHER

“What? Mom, I didn’t ask Amy out!”

Karen appears to understand, nodding conspiratorially. “Ahh, you’re doing the playing hard to get thing, I see.”

She winks, something which Jake does not appreciate, and his entire face burns as he takes a deep, deep sigh.

“That’s not what’s going on at all. Amy’s my enemy,” he considers spelling it out, but he thinks that would be pushing it. “She’s supposed to be the worst!”

“You kiss your enemy with that mouth?” Karen teases, and it’s very obvious where Jake gets his playful nature from.

Jake covers his forehead with his palm, turning around only when he hears Amy snickering to herself.

Really? He mouths, and she shrugs in response. At least someone is enjoying this painfully awkward situation.

“What do you mean she’s your enemy?” Karen continues, genuinely confused, as though she has no idea about Jake and Amy’s decade-long rivalry. “You talk about her all the time.”

Jake stiffens, refusing to turn around because Amy must look incredibly smug right now.

“Yeah, but only to complain.”

“Wasn’t your last ‘complaint’ about how annoying her pretty face is?”

“NO IT WASN’T MOM! I’VE NEVER THOUGHT AMY WAS PRETTY IN MY LIFE!”

If Amy could see Jake’s face now, she would know that his cheeks blush a bright crimson. Yes, that’s right. Crimson.

“Now Jake, that’s a very mean thing to say about your girlfriend,” Karen chides, disappointed in her useless lying son. “Our guest Amy must be so upset-” she turns around, and realizes she’s wrong, “oh wait- she’s smiling, never mind.”

“That’s because she’s not my girlfriend! She’s my enemy and you’re giving her way too much ammo!”

BROOKLYN ACADEMY HIGH SCHOOL, 1332 HOURS, GLOBAL STUDIES CLASS

Karen does indeed give Amy way too much ammo. She relishes in the information she can now hold over Jake’s head; having the upper hand over him feels better than most things in life.

They’re taking down notes as their teacher drones on and on about something Amy already knows inside out because she’s already studied the material on her own. She still listens though, just in case she’s missed out on something important.

Her focus snaps when she hears Jake curse beside her. Her eyes desert their ineloquent teacher and trail to her right- Jake’s desperately trying to write with a pen that has clearly run out of ink.

He quickly gives up, smacking the pen back down on the desk. He turns to her.

“You got an extra pen?” He asks, and Amy’s already expertly picking up a pen full of ink out from her pencil case. Right before she hands it to him, inspiration strikes her head and she has to bite her lip to keep from laughing.

“Wow, that must’ve been so hard for you,” she says, which confuses Jake.

He stops taking notes, which is unsurprising. The surprise, she supposes, is that he’s taking notes at all in the first place.

“Asking the girl you have a huge crush on if she 'has an extra pen’? You must’ve been so nervous.”

Jake grimaces in understanding now, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

“Right. Because of what my mom said. Very funny, Ames.”

“What’s 'very funny’ is how you’re taking notes in class,” she gasps, as if suddenly hit with realization. “Is this your way of trying to impress me?”

“Okay, I’m never taking notes again,” Jake declares. “This is horrible.”

“What’s horrible? Your intense feelings of infatuation for me? Understood.”

He places her pen back on her desk, refusing to look at her. He’s annoyed, probably, she thinks, and it’s an incredible feeling- being able to tease him into irritation. His face is currently incredibly priceless, and Amy understands for a moment why he’s enjoyed teasing her so much over the years. If her face had scrunched up like his is right now, she can completely relate to the feeling.

Of course, Amy knows that Jake doesn’t actually like her like that. Obviously, Karen mistook Jake’s hatred for her to be feelings of adoration. Typical boy-pushes-girl-down-on-the-playground-so-obviously-he-likes-her crap. Except Jake’s never pushed her down on the playground because they would never be caught dead spending time at the playground together.

Anyway, Amy finds that teasing Jake about his non-existent feelings for her to be incredibly fun. It gives her a rush, like payback for all the times he’s teased her about the smallest things over the years.

She has a lot of this fun over the next few days.

BROOKLYN ACADEMY HIGH SCHOOL, 0815 HOURS, LEAVING FOR FIRST PERIOD

“Oh crap, I’m sorry,” Jake apologizes, which comes at the heels of him bumping into Amy after they’ve gotten their books from their lockers.

This collision, causes Amy to drop all her things as she barely catches herself, almost tripping over due to Jake bumping into her.

He’s helping to pick her stuff up now, and she just stands there, not even mad, as she sees only another opportunity to tease him.

“Really, Jake?” She exaggerates these words of exasperation, and Jake doesn’t sense that she’s not actually mad, sincerely apologizing.

“My bad, wasn’t looking where I was going,” he says, handing her books back with a sheepish smile that almost melts her heart enough to not go through with her next words.

Almost.

“Bumping into me so you can help pick up my stuff and get my attention? That’s low, Jake, even for you.” To soften the blow (especially that of her stealing one of his commonly used insults for teasing her), she offers him a grin, and laughs as his entire face tightens in frustration.

“I’m never living this one down, huh?”

“Nope,” she chortles, and proceeds to sashay off to class, a skip in her step from pure delight.

BROOKLYN ACADEMY HIGH SCHOOL THEATER, 1747 HOURS, SOMEWHERE BACKSTAGE

“Thank you, Director Holt,” Amy does a tiny bow, even though she’s obstructed from his view.

She’s just been told to go rehearse lines from Act 2, Scene 3 with Jake. Holt wants to see that scene later but he’s currently working with the ensemble.

“Did you just bow?” Jake snickers which gets Amy blushing. Not one of her finest moments.

“Shut up, we have to rehearse,” she chides, brushing any possible attempts of his to tease her off, grabbing him by the hand and leading him somewhere quiet to read lines.

“Wait, rehearse what?” He asks, and it’s apparent that Amy was the only one who got Holt’s instruction.

“Act 2 Scene 3. Did you not hear?”

His look of confusion plants another scheme in her mind, presents itself as yet another opportunity.

“Oh… Jake, were you too distracted by my pretty face to hear him?”

He lets go of her hand immediately. Why they held hands for as long as they did is anyone’s guess.

“Really Amy? Here?”

“Ooh, you look mad. Is it because you’re upset that we’re not rehearsing our kiss scene today?”

Jake huffs, and it’s everything Amy can do not to burst out laughing.

Nearby, they hear the sound of someone slumping to the ground.

“See, Amy? You made Charles faint!”

They rush over, and it’s clear that Charles hasn’t actually fainted, but boy is he overwhelmed.

“I can’t… the flirting…” he mumbles, and Rosa walks over to check if he’s running a fever.

“He’ll live,” she remarks, but then proceeds to regard Jake and Amy with an expression that most closely resembles a scowl. “What the hell is going on with you two?”

“Amy’s being a complete and total asshole,” Jake crosses his arms, only to get hit in the shoulder for his trouble, and he rubs the spot where Amy punches him. Granted, she doesn’t actually hurt him, but he likes to ham up his pain so she feels bad, which he knows she doesn’t, but it’s worth a try.

“I’m not,” Amy clarifies.

“You sure? Because the way it’s been looking over the past few days, sounds like Jake confessed to you and you’ve been making fun of him for it,” Rosa snorts. “Yeah, we can hear you two during class.”

Charles sighs drearily, which goes ignored.

“I did not confess anything to Amy,” Jake explains, for the sake of his dignity, who’s not looking too great at the moment, hasn’t looked too great for the past couple days, actually.

“Then why’re you two being weird?”

“Jake’s mom thinks he has a crush on me.”

Jake sighs very, very heavy and long. Why did his usually loving and not back-stabbing mother have to do that to him? Wasn’t she supposed to love and nurture, instead of betray and embarrass?

“And how would you know that?” Rosa asks skeptically, and for a moment Jake and Amy nearly panic because their delicate cover and top-secret arrangements might just get blown.

“Uhhhhhhhhhh… I ran into Jake and his mom at the mall?”

It’s not the perfect cover, but they make do.

“You went to the mall with your mom?”

Charles metaphorically leaps to Jake’s defense, because he’s still literally lying flat on the floor, unpainted props surrounding him.

“Hey, going to the mall with your mom is fun! I do that all the-”

“Not really helping, but thank you Charles,” Jake interjects, clearing his throat. “I was helping my mom with grocery shopping, because I’m a good son.”

“Okay, and what were you doing at the mall, Santiago? Seems like the last place you’d step into.”

“I was… shopping for pens. Stationery shopping.”

They are believed, but it is a close call.

Doesn’t stop Amy from teasing Jake, however.

BROOKLYN ACADEMY HIGH SCHOOL, 1355 HOURS, GLOBAL STUDIES CLASS

“Okay, you’re just gonna make fun of me again but–” Jake speaks up, during their last period of the day which happens to be the class that they share.

“What is it?” Amy replies, turning to look at him. She’s finished the class assignment ten minutes ago, and like Jake, she’s only waiting for the bell to ring.

“We should meet up, again, today,” he stammers, cracking his knuckles almost nervously. “Y'know, as you pointed out, we didn’t get to rehearse the kiss yesterday, so it’s good to keep working at it.”

“Okay,” Amy agrees, not a hint of playful provocation in her voice. This relieves Jake, who exhales loudly. “It’s a good plan.”

“Thank you for being mature about this.”

It’s almost ironic, the way their roles are now so reversed. Never in Amy’s life would she have imagined Jake being glad about her being mature over something.

Her response, is of course, to be completely immature (it had been her plan to pretend she wasn’t going to tease him and then tease him anyway).

“Bet you can’t wait to kiss me though,” she says, throwing a wink in for good measure.

Jake groans. “There it is.”

JAKE’S DOOR, 1457 HOURS, MAKING OUT AGAINST THE FRONT DOOR AS IT SHUTS

Amy doesn’t so much as get a word out before Jake has her against the door, almost using her to close the door the way he pushes her against it, slams her against it, in his frantic need to have her.

She responds immediately, hands grabbing him in kind, enjoying him in kind. The way he kisses her is desperate and harsh, like it’s all he’s ever wanted to do for a lifetime. He feels as if he doesn’t need air, doesn’t want air, only the feel of her lips against his.

And she feels it all- she feels his desire and passion, it courses through her veins too. He’s a drowning man, and her kiss is a lifeline. At the same time, it feels like this kiss is one he’s been holding back for ages, and the dam of his self-control’s just been smashed wide open. He kisses her fervently as if he’ll die if he stops.

Amy gets very caught up in this kiss, but the kiss goes on, for an inordinately long time, and pretty soon Amy’s sure that they’ve been kissing for about five minutes.

Five minutes, with only (very, very, very brief) intermissions for air. Amy’s sure that if they don’t stop soon, they’ll die, and if she keeps letting lust cloud her judgement they might end up doing something they’ll likely regret (sex, she means sex).

Plus, even though she responded as enthusiastically as she did, Amy still figures she’s owed an explanation as to why Jake felt the need to kiss her so early into their meeting. Sure, they’re meeting with the explicit intention of kissing, but that’s kissing for business.

What they were doing, and are (as evidenced by Jake’s lips against hers) still doing, is definitely kissing for pleasure, and only pleasure.

She finally digs up some form of self control and pushes Jake away. They’re panting now, and Jake’s eyes are still fixated on her.

“What was that?” She asks, her lips feeling incredibly warm, if not impossibly hot.

“Sorry,” he says, actually meaning it. “Probably should’ve asked you first.”

“No, not that,” she deflects, because consent, while important, isn’t what’s on her mind at the moment. “I don’t care about that right now— why did you kiss me?”

“Oh,” Jake realizes. “That.”

“You don’t,” her mind jumps to wild conclusions. Surely, this could not actually mean something, could it? “You don’t actually like me, do you?”

“What?” Jake flusters, his tongue twisting in disbelief. “No! I don’t like you.”

“Okay,” Amy inhales sharply, his words a wretched blow somehow.

“Just–” he continues, “all the teasing, it’s. Well, public humiliation just happens to be a serious turn on for-”

“OKAY STOP.” Amy places her hands over her ears, not wanting to hear more. She can’t believe the long lists Jake’s kinks could fill.

“I’ll promise not to make fun of you for liking me anymore, okay?”

“Sure,” Jake shrugs. “Not sure what you’re getting out of this, but-”

“I’m trying not to enable your kinks, Jake.”

He laughs, genuine and carefree, his fingers grazing her cheeks affectionately. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

Whether she knows that or not, him calling her adorable makes her cheeks flush. “So… I’m adorable, but I’m not pretty?”

He smirks at that, somehow happy even though she’s technically teasing him again, something she’s promised not to do. “Yes. You’re adorable, you’re cute, you’re crazy hot, you’re gorgeous, you’re stunning— but you’re not pretty.”

“I think I’m okay with that,” she gulps, because he’s standing really close to her again, and she can feel heat rising like hot steam through her with every word he says.

“Also your hair smells really good,” his fingers run through her hair, and Amy’s suddenly proud of her shampoo choices.

“Thank you,” she says, as if it’s a casual compliment, as if Jake’s lips aren’t two inches from her face, as if his hands in her hair don’t feel ridiculously phenomenal.

“I know we’ve just kissed and all,” he continues, and Amy makes eye contact with him. “But can I kiss you again? For a little while more? I promise I’ll stick to unsexy kissing after this. I just like… need to get this all out of my system.”

Amy sighs. To be fair, he’s not the only one who needs to get things out of their system.

“Fine,” she straightens, as if kissing him is some sort of sacrifice on her part. “One kiss.”

“Three.”

She glares at him, even though a part of her gnaws at her to give in and take all the kisses he’s willing to offer.

“We’ve already been kissing for five minutes, Jake!”

“FIVE MINUTES?” He exclaims, although why it comes at a shock to him at all is confusing. “It didn’t feel that long to me. Were you secretly timing us, Amy? Because that may or may not be arousing.”

She chooses to ignore most of that. “I did not time us,” she explains. “Pretty hard to do that with my eyes shut.” Jake beams, something precious that she too ignores, “I just… may have a bit of an internal body clock, that’s all.”

“Internal body clock huh?”

“I mean- it comes in handy because I have a sense of how much time passes like, during exams and tests. And apparently, also kisses.”

“Sounds hot.”

She gives up. “You know what? Fine, you get two kisses.”

He chortles dryly. “How sweet of you.”

“Just- kiss me you horny loser.”

When he doesn’t, and proceeds to laugh instead at her frustration, Amy pulls him in by his shirt and he laughs no more.

JAKE’S DOOR, 1513 HOURS, CAN’T BELIEVE THEY’RE STILL HERE WHY HAVEN’T THEY MOVED ON YET IT’S GETTING RIDICULOUS NOW

“Mm, okay I think we should stop now,” Amy murmurs against Jake’s lips, completely unconvincing.

“Oh, sure, just one more kiss,” he lies, and proceeds to plant a few messy kisses against her lips and cheeks. Accurate aim is not his goal here.

“Okay, okay, I think we’ve had enough.” She giggles, actually giggles, and holds Jake a safe distance away where his tempting lips can no longer reach her. He stays put, because he seems content being held by her like this.

“I think,” she continues, “we’re too distracted to get anything productive done today.”

“I disagree,” says Jake, in disagreement. “I think we’ve been very productive.”

“Come on, stop it. We should- we should do something else.”

Jake raises his brows suggestively. It makes her want to slap him, both in places one might expect her to and might not expect her to. “Like what?”

“Any chores you need to do?”

“Chores?” Jake nearly chokes on the word. “You want to clean my house? Won’t that make you horny?”

Amy exhales, because he does have a point there. “I mean, we could start with your room. It is uninhabitable.”

“We’re not going near my room again, remember?”

Of course Amy remembers, which is why she’s looking away from him now.

“Actually, I do have something I’m supposed to do today,” he quips, and Amy lifts her head in intrigue.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I have to help my mom do grocery shopping,” he shrugs. “Maybe you could help me with that?”

Amy lights up. “That sounds fun.”

“Cool, I’ll go grab the list from the fridge-”

“There’s a list??” Amy rasps, taking to her heels in pursuit of Jake. “Why didn’t you lead with that, you idiot?”

TARGET AISLE 14, 1537 HOURS, JAKE AND AMY’S SECRET GROCERY SHOPPING TRIP TO HELP JAKE OUT WITH HIS FAMILIAL RESPONSIBILITIES AKA CHORES

“Okay, next up on the list is a whole frozen chicken, so we should head to the frozen poultry section,” Amy instructs. They’re currently in the cereal aisle, where Jake’s thrown three boxes of Cap'n Crunch into their shopping cart. She tries not to judge, since Jake insists that he’s the primary male role model in his house, and more than just a cereal brand.

“You’re really into that list huh?” Jake observes, as he pushes the trolley by himself, almost jealous from the attention Amy gives the list rather than him.

She looks up, to his relief. “What can I say? Your mom makes good lists. A skill which you’ve sadly not picked up.”

“Hey!” Jake protests, even though he doesn’t need to do that, really. “I make good lists too!”

Amy scoffs. “When have you made a list, ever? In your life?”

Jake shrugs. “Whatever, I could so make a good list, okay? Anyway- you should loosen up. Grocery shopping is fun! We should take our time, instead of rushing through this. I mean— we have all day!”

“But don’t we have to get back to practice?”

“Eh, screw that. We can practice tomorrow.”

“We have rehearsal tomorrow,” she reminds.

“Fine, then the day after. Point is, we should chill. You should chill.”

Amy ponders this. “Okay. So how do we 'chill’ when it comes to grocery shopping?”

He’s excited about this. “For starters, you could get in this cart so I can push you down this cereal aisle really fast.”

“WHAT? Jake, that’s so dangerous!”

“It’s super fun, I’ve done it a million times!” She still looks uncertain. “Look, no one’s here, we’re not going to get into trouble, okay?”

“Fine-”

“Yes!”

At that, he proceeds to lift her up and places her in the shopping cart, which shocks her because she assumed she’d be climbing in on her own.

“Just trust me!” He whispers, before he starts charging down the aisle at full speed. Amy barely has time to hang on for dear life, and nearly screams but—

It ends up being really, really fun.

She nearly whoops when they reach the end of the aisle, and Jake is chuckling because she looks so unbelievably happy.

“That was so fun!” She gushes, holding onto Jake’s arm, and he places his hand over hers, fingers warm and solid. It feels nice but neither of them bring attention to it.

“Wanna do it again?” He offers, and it’s like her happiness alone is making this all worth it for him.

“Don’t you want a turn?”

He trills in amusement. “Nope, it’s all you now. I’ve done this for years, I’ve had my fun.”

“Okay, then I do wanna do it again,” she admits, and Jake immediately runs back up the cereal aisle, exhilarating and exciting her all over again.

She never wants it to stop.

TARGET FROZEN POULTRY SECTION, 1622 HOURS, CHOOSING CHICKEN

“No, I think that chicken looks bigger-”

“But that chicken has bigger wings!”

“Jake? Amy?”

Jake and Amy freeze, turning around at the sound of a familiar voice. Apprehension builds up in both of their guts.

“Heeeeeeyyyyy Terry,” Jake greets, stilted and awkward. Of all people, why did they-

Well, actually. Considering their circumstances, there are worse people they could’ve run into.

“What are you two doing here?”

“Oh!” Amy screeches, a little too loudly for anyone’s taste, “Jake was just grocery shopping, and I bumped into him and he asked me what chicken he should pick.”

Terry looks suspicious. “Okay.”

“Anyway, what are you doing here, Terry?” Jake asks, desperately hoping to change the subject.

“Grocery shopping too. I need a chicken.” He reaches between them, and appears to have already made his his decision. “This one has good breast meat.”

“Cool. There’s a lot of yogurt in your cart,” Jake observes, because any moment that’s silent can become awkward real fast, and he doesn’t want that.

“What can I say? Terry loves yogurt. Anyway, I have to get going, kids. It’s sweet to see you two together.”

“We’re not-”

“Together! This isn’t a date!”

Terry looks skeptical. “Never said it was.”

“Good! Because it’s not- we’re not-”

“Dating.”

Terry turns around now. “Look, whatever’s going on between you two, don’t worry about it. Terry can keep a secret. Besides, Terry loves love. You two have a good time.”

“There’s nothing going on here!”

“We’re not having a good time!”

EN ROUTE TO JAKE’S HOUSE, 1644 HOURS, EATING ICE CREAM AND CARRYING GROCERIES

“You were right, getting ice cream was a good idea,” Amy moans into her ice cream as they walk, side by side. The sun burns hot in the late afternoon sky, and they move as fast as their tired feet can carry them.

“Mmhmm,” Jake mutters in assent, sounding pained. “Did you really have to get vanilla though?”

“Why? What’s wrong with vanilla?”

“No reason, forget I said anything.” He glances at her face and smirks. “There is some on your chin, though.”

“What? Where?” Amy stops walking now, and her eyes widen as if she’s just been told that she’s dropped the entire cone down her shirt.

“I’ll get it for you,” he says, because Amy’s hands are full of her ice cream cone and groceries.

“But your hands are full too-”

Jake proceeds to lick the ice cream off Amy’s chin, and it nearly makes her yelp as he leans away cheekily, tasting the ice cream on his tongue.

“Jake!” She scolds. “That’s gross!”

But she goes pink anyway, something she hopes Jake doesn’t notice.

“That tasted good, actually,” he teases.

“That- that’s the ice cream. Yeah, vanilla’s a good flavor.”

“No, I meant you. You taste good.”

BROOKLYN ACADEMY HIGH SCHOOL THEATER, 1619 HOURS, DRESSING ROOM

Jake leans back in the chair he sits on, fresh from rehearsing a scene that went perfectly. His ego’s been rubbed dry from praise by Director Holt, and he now sips on a bottle of orange soda. He has no more scenes for the rest of rehearsal, and he takes this time to unwind and chill until it’s time for him to go home.

Jake shifts about in his chair. Should he take a nap? After all, being such a great actor who’s done such a great job on stage during rehearsal, he more than deserves it.

Sadly, his very relaxed atmosphere is broken by a bloodcurdling scream.

Jake leaps to his feet, and is dashing out of that dressing room, thoughts of relaxing now far from his mind.

The reason for his haste? His frightening amount of concern?

It’s because he knows who that scream belongs to.

“Amy!”

#text #peraltiago #brooklyn nine nine #i hope y'all like this #i can't remember what i wanted to say in the tags but yeah #feel free to mu r d er me in the inbox :)))))))))

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withnosuchgrace · 7 years ago

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Soft (M)

(sequel to White Noise and Sing For You)

A/N: so uhhhhh this was supposed to be just a drabble ......but i kinda got carried away (as usual). this is my first time writing smut lmao i was dying the whole time but i hope you enjoy!!

special shoutout to @dragonsfire @sherlockedwhovian09 @delta-cubes and @chenderellastrash for putting up with me constantly complaining and dying over this mess of a fic. you guys have definitely made this easier to endure lmao i had like 5 breakdowns writing this

also special shoutout to @doitforjin for making the nicest moodboard????? based on this whole au ?????? that i am so undeserving of but im crying thank you soososos much :’))))

genre: fluff, some smut, garage band!chanyeol, neighbour!chanyeol

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Dating Chanyeol had its perks, but also its cons. Perks included getting exclusive first listens to the songs the band was working on, going to all his gigs for free, and of course, wearing his greatly oversized clothing every chance you got. It also didn’t hurt that he lived right next door, something you never knew how to appreciate until you began falling for him. The cons stemmed from the same places as the pros - you hardly got to see him because he was constantly practicing, and you’d be studying. After that big gig they had last November, White Noise’s popularity boosted, and the band was doing small tours in neighbouring cities, and while you couldn’t be more proud of them, having seen them start from the bottom, you couldn’t help but be disheartened about the timing. You and Chanyeol had barely gotten together and he was off touring with his best friends and you missed him dearly.

All of it was worth it, though, for Chanyeol was head over heels for you, just as you were for him. Every time you saw him, a smile would immediately form on your lips and your stomach would fill with butterflies, causing your heart to flutter and go all soft. How on earth could you have hated him for years when he was literally the cutest and softest giant on earth?

Every chance you could, you would be in his presence, whether it be in his garage with him teaching you how to play the guitar, or him lying on your bed as you both studied for an upcoming test, only being interrupted by the surprise kisses he would give you whenever he got bored.

You smiled unconsciously to yourself as you thought of Chanyeol, feeling all warm inside, until a voice burst your bubble.

“Are you going to keep smiling to yourself like a loser or are you going to take this shot?”

You shook your head as you came back to reality - a reality that included sitting on a stool in Billie’s kitchen as she poured shot after shot. You weren’t much of a drinker, but for some reason or another you had agreed to drink with your best friend and Martina, a new friend you had made who recently moved in with Baekhyun and Sehun, although that was a whole other story for another day.

Martina spoke next, looking at you incredulously. “She’s barely had anything and she’s already tipsy.”

“Who knew a tipsy (Y/N) would mean a soft mess?” Billie mused, taking her own shot with a grimace. “She hasn’t shut up about Chanyeol for twenty minutes now!”

At the mention of his name, you pouted. “I just love him so much. And he’s gone chasing his dreams again and I miss him so mu-” before you could finish your sentence, Billie was pushing the shot glass right under your nose.

“Girl, it’s okay, I miss Kai, too. And I bet Martina misses Baekhyun as well.”

Martina snorted. “As if. Do you know how great it is to have the apartment to myself?”

Billie ignored her, instead focusing on your still evident frown. “Besides, they’re coming home tonight! You’ll see your boyfriend soon enough!”

You immediately beamed at that. “Yes! And then Yeollie and I can cuddle on the couch and he can tell me about his tour and I can tell him how much I love him and how much he means to me -” again, your long confession was interrupted, this time by your phone ringing.

You picked it up eagerly, after seeing “the tol one <3” displayed across your screen.

“Yeollie~” you greeted in a chirpy tone, one that made Chanyeol immediately laugh upon hearing it. You only ever called him Yeollie, or spoke to him like this when you were drinking.

“Jagi~” he greeted with the same amount of enthusiasm.

“Are you almost home yet?”

“Yeah, about that…” Chanyeol hesitated. “The boys wanted to go out to celebrate the end of the tour so I’m actually going to be back later than expected.”

You frowned. “But I miss you!”

“I miss you too! I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? First thing in the morning!”

“Okay,” You mumbled, still pouting, causing Chanyeol to chuckle.

“Now please don’t drink too much. You know you’re a lightweight, and I doubt that’s any fun for Billie and Martina.”

“How do you know I’m drinking?” you gasped, looking wide eyed around the room. “Can you read my mind? Are we soulmates?”

Chanyeol simply laughed, finding your little intoxicated antics adorable. “Maybe we are.” there was a pause, followed by a faint C’mon Chan! heard in the background. “Listen, (Y/N), I gotta go. But I’ll see you first thing tomorrow! I love you!”

“I love you, too. Bye!”

You sighed as you hung up, feeling a little down that you wouldn’t be seeing your boyfriend tonight. You picked up the shot glass and downed it within seconds, much to Martina’s amusement. Slamming the glass back down on the counter, you cried “another!”

You knew you would be gone to the world within minutes if you kept up like this, but you didn’t care. As long as it made waiting for Chanyeol easier.

Chanyeol still had a lovesick smile on his face as he hung up the phone and turned around, only to see his bandmates snickering and casting him gazes.

He pocketed his phone and walked towards his friends, taking a seat at the stool next to Sehun, while Baekhyun leaned against the bar, drink already in hand, and Kai just getting handed his. “What is it?”

“Who knew the day would come when Chanyeol became a total softie.” Baekhyun let out a chuckle.

Chanyeol narrowed his eyes at him. “Me? A softie? What are you talking about?”

“Looks like our guitarist is losing his edge.” Sehun smirked. “I totally called it. The moment he got together with (Y/N), he’s been like a lovesick puppy.”

“No way! You guys are hallucinating or something, there’s no way I’m soft or whatever. I’m still the coolest member, and y’all are just jealous.”

“Jealous?” Baekhyun scoffed, just as Sehun guffawed at the mention of “coolest”.

“Kai’s soft too! He’s been calling and messaging Billie every day of the tour!” Chanyeol accused, pointing at the bassist, who had been quietly standing on the side and observing the scene with an amused twinkle in his chocolate eyes, sipping at his beer.

“Yeah, but I’ve always been soft! This was expected of me!” Kai defended himself with a smug smile. “You, on the other hand, had this whole bad boy reputation before (Y/N).”

Chanyeol’s lip twisted into an annoyed grimace. He hated that they were right. He really had gotten soft, but he couldn’t help it! You just made him feel so happy and he still could not believe he was with you! He wouldn’t dare let his mates know they were right, though, and so he instead sat up a little straighter and looked defiant as he said his next words.

“I can still be manly, no matter what.”

“Define manly.” Baekhyun immediately rebutted.

“Is your masculinity that fragile?” Sehun rolled his eyes as he took gulp of his drink. “Just say you’re insecure about being soft and go.”

Chanyeol’s frown deepened. “Okay, let’s make a bet.”

This caught all of their attention and they turned towards him with piqued interest.

“A bet, you say?” a smile was already stretching on Kai’s face, his competitive nature seeping through his usual calm exterior. “I’m listening.”

“So am I.” Baekhyun agreed. “What do you have in mind?”

Chanyeol faltered, not expecting them to be on board right away. “Oh… I - um… I’m not sure yet.”

At this, they sighed, and went back to their drinks.

“We can’t just let this go, though.” Kai spoke first after a long pause, his competitiveness still not completely abandoning him yet.

Baekhyun nodded in agreement. “For real, we need to make this bet count. What’s at stake here?”

“Something big.” Kai grinned, mischievously. “Like, perhaps getting a tattoo?”

Chanyeol immediately shook his head, eyes wide in fear of the possibility of getting something they wanted permanently inked and he would most likely regret. “Dude, no, that’s way too intense for a stupid bet.”

“Okay, what about dyeing hair, then?” Sehun offered. “You could always dye it back or it’ll fade so it’s, like, not true commitment.”

“Yes, kinda like a one night stand!” Baekhyun had a proud smile on his face at his analogy, although he only received odd looks from his friends.

“Anyways,” Sehun continued, with a sigh, clearly ignoring Baekhyun’s comment. He was used to the red-haired singer’s remarks, having lived with him for over three years. “What do you think?”

“Easy,” Kai smiled, already confident.

Chanyeol, however pondered this. While Kai had recently dyed his hair silver for the tour, it had been a while since Chanyeol had anything other than dark brown. The last time Chanyeol had dyed his hair it had been during his emo days, and it was a mess that he wished he could avoid.

It was still better than getting tattooed, which was why he found himself nodding along with Kai, ready to suffer the consequences of failing this bet.

“Alright, that settles it then.” Baekhyun clapped his hands together in finality. “Now we just have to figure out what we’re actually going to do.”

“Well, since Chan is so adamant about proving how manly he is, or whatever, why don’t we go find those strength-testing arcade machines? The weakest has to dye his hair.”

The others nodded at Kai’s words.

Sehun pulled out his phone and began to search for any arcades still open at his late hour.

Chanyeol was not worried. He knew he was strong. Maybe Kai could take him, but there was no way he was going to lose to Sehun. The drummer was pretty thin and had always shown a great distaste in any physical activity, other than dance that is, but Chanyeol didn’t really count that. What was the point of being an amazing dancer if he wasn’t even going to show anyone? Sehun was so complicated, but that didn’t mean Chanyeol was going to allow himself to be beaten by him.

He smirked to himself, as he glanced at the drummer scrolling intently on his phone, his arms looking like twigs to the taller boy.

There was no way he was going to lose the bet.

Chanyeol couldn’t believe he lost the bet.

It was all an accident, a misstep that led to Chanyeol bumping into the machine and getting the lowest score. He didn’t even think it was possible to get such a low score, and he had voiced such thoughts to the others, who simply laughed and told him that there were no second chances. Thus Chanyeol ended up the loser, something he was not prepared for.

Chanyeol frowned as he looked at the photo Sehun had sent, of pastel colours, reminiscent of sweet, soft things and the complete opposite of who he was - or wanted to be. He should've known better, letting Sehun choose the hair colour. Chanyeol knew how Kai got when he won a game, and he knew Baekhyun couldn't be trusted with anything, so he figured that Sehun was the safest option.

But now as he looked at the pinks, purples and blues that took up his phone screen, he was beginning to regret giving the youngest all the power. Sehun may not have spoken much, but he could be quite the shit when he wanted to.

Chanyeol sighed as he finally entered the hair salon after wasting a good amount of time standing outside. He knew he had to do it sooner or later. Part of the deal was that he had to go get it done as soon as he could, and before he could see you, for which he felt guilty. He had told you last night that he would see you first thing in the morning, and yet here he was about to dye his hair a ridiculous colour before even kissing you for the first time in weeks.

The nerves he felt sitting in the waiting room in the salon were nearly identical to those he felt before a performance, which was ridiculous because it was just hair! But no matter how much Chanyeol thought it over, he kept getting reminded of the last time he had dyed his hair, back when he was still a foolish teenager. He remembered how much you had made fun of him for it, at every chance you got. He only hoped that you would still love him after this drastic change.

When it was finally his turn, Chanyeol showed the young woman the picture Sehun had sent for reference. The shocked expression on her face only made Chanyeol feel worse. He was definitely going to regret ever bringing up a bet.

It was a long process of bleaching and dyeing all the shades. Chanyeol sat with his heart in his throat, and his teeth tugging at the flesh of his lower lip, his eyes squeezed shut, afraid of what he might see.

“I think we’re done,” came the sweet voice of the worker, whose name Chanyeol had learned was Yeri. “And, if I may comment, I think it suits you really well.”

“Really?” Chanyeol was still afraid to open his eyes, knowing that nothing good could come out of having pink hair.

“Yes, trust me. You look great!”

Chanyeol hesitantly opened his eyes and, sure enough, the person he saw in the mirror in front of him looked a completely different person. The pastel colours made him look younger than he actually was, and gave him the look of innocence. Strangely enough, Chanyeol loved how he looked.

“It looks like cotton candy.” he gasped, reaching a hand to his hair to see if it felt as soft as it looked.

“It really does!” Yeri laughed. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Are you kidding? I love it! Thank you so much!” with newfound confidence, Chanyeol paid, and rushed to where you were, excited to see your reaction to the new him.

You were pissed.

I’ll see you first thing in the morning.

That liar. You looked over at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall, and saw that it was already half past ten.

You took a big gulp of your scalding tea, angrily. Having a hangover didn’t help your mood, either. You really shouldn’t have drunk that much.

Billie had told you to spend the night, but you insisted you needed to go home, all too ready to see your boyfriend. But it looked like he clearly had better things to do than see you. You had even gone next door, but only found Kai, who gave you the most unsatisfying answer to your questions.

“Chanyeol is out. He’ll be back soon.”

That fucker wasn’t even answering his texts. You knew the minute he walked through your door, you were going to go off. There wasn’t a chance you were going to let him get away with this.

Where had he gone to? All alone? You had messaged Martina, and she had confirmed that Sehun and Baekhyun were both home. What could Chanyeol possibly be doing alone on a Tuesday morning?

You were about to call him again, fingers hovering over his name, when you heard your front door open. You half expected it to be your older brother, Jumin, which was strange since he had left for work two hours ago. But then you heard the unmistakable voice of your boyfriend, something you hadn’t heard in person for weeks.

“Honey, I’m home!”

Your previous anger dissipated in seconds after hearing his deep voice, your feet padding against the hardwood floor as you ran to meet him. You would’ve jumped right into his arms, and he had been expecting it too, his arms already open, ready to catch you, but you stopped in your tracks when you saw him.

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?”

Chanyeol looked at you, appalled. “No ‘hello’? No ‘I missed you’? Should I re-enter and we can start this from the top?” he gestured to the door behind him, ready to walk back out.

You ignored him, instead choosing to walk closer to him and reaching a hand out to touch his hair in curiosity. You ran your hands through the strands, watching as the various colours slipped through your fingers.

Chanyeol looked down at you with a nervous smile. “How do you like it?”

“It’s so... “ you paused, searching for the right word, your hands still playing with his hair, which he clearly enjoyed, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling, and slightly leaning in to your touch.

“Soft.”

“Yeah, the hairdresser conditioned it a lot.” he chuckled. “I thought it was going to be dry because of all the bleach and stuff, but I’m glad it isn’t.”

“No -” you shook your head. “-I mean, yes it is really soft, but I meant like, you look soft.”

There it was again, Chanyeol being associated with soft. He didn’t understand why he was suddenly always being told this. Chanyeol wasn’t soft. He couldn’t be.

“Why does everyone keep insisting I’m soft?”

He opened his eyes slowly, casting his gaze down towards you and catching you looking at his hair in wonder, before finally meeting his eyes.

You let out a laugh, amused at his obvious annoyance at the situation. “Chanyeol, are you kidding me? You’re the softest! You’re just so cute and fluffy and -” you let go of his hair to squish his cheeks in your hands, laughing at how adorable he looked. “- the squishiest.”

He swatted your hands away, pouting, which really wasn’t helping his argument. “I’m not soft. I’m the opposite of it, actually! I’m hard!”

You rose an eyebrow at him. “You’re hard?”

“Yeah! I’m so har - nevermind that sounds wrong.”

You burst into laughter, while he kept calling you ‘dirty-minded’ and ‘nasty’, but nevertheless laughing with you as he held you close. You buried your face in his chest, inhaling his scent that you had missed so much while he had been away.

“Don’t be fooled though,” you murmured into his chest, your voice coming out muffled from the fabric of his t-shirt. “You’re still the cutest, and this cotton candy hair proves it.”

Chanyeol sighed, and you felt it, the way his chest heaved as he did it. “I hate you.” he muttered as he kissed the top of your head. “But, I’ll prove you wrong. I can still be manly despite this cotton candy hair.”

You looked up at him, whispering, “I’d like to see you try,” before going on your tiptoes in order to kiss him.

You thought Chanyeol would have changed his hair by now.

It had been a little over a week since his return, and he was still prancing about with his fairy-coloured hair. You thought he would've gone back to his natural hair colour by now, but as each day passed, Chanyeol seemed to be more in love with his new look. He was often exclaiming how good of a change this was, and how he felt like a new person. He even went as far as claiming that he should've “gone pink” earlier.

No matter how much he adored his cotton candy hair, Chanyeol could never escape the teasing from his members and you. Every chance you got, you would call him cute, and ruffle his hair, much to his annoyance. He still insisted that he was just a manly and hot as he was before, but with each passing day it became harder and harder to see him as anything other than soft.

“C’mon guys, we all know I rock this pink hair.” Chanyeol defended himself after Baekhyun had made fun of his coloured locks for the tenth time in the last hour.

You were all hanging out in his garage, the door open to let in the occasional summer breeze, reminiscent of old times, when the band was still up and rising. A lot of things had changed since those days. For one, you were here, sitting in Chanyeol’s lap, something you wouldn’t even dream of doing this time last year. There was also the addition of Billie, sitting next to Kai, and even newer was Martina, standing off to the side and casting the occasional glance at Sehun, who had taken up his usual spot, hidden behind his drums.

“Dude, seriously,” Kai started, looking at Chanyeol’s hair in distaste. “The bet is over, you can really get rid of it now.”

Your boyfriend scoffed. “Nonsense, I like it! I should’ve dyed it sooner.”

Sehun rolled his eyes, a habit of his you never got tired of. “Let’s be honest, you’re about the only person who likes it.”

There was a round of laughter, including your own, which only caused Chanyeol to frown even more.

“See? Even your girlfriend agrees it was a mistake.” you shot Baekhyun a glare at being called out like this, but it was too late, for Chanyeol was looking down at you demandingly.

“Was it really a mistake, (Y/N)? You told me you liked it!”

You looked back at him, his face quite close to yours, eyes already searching yours for any trace of deceit, but you quickly eased your features into a sweet smile. “Of course I do! You look cute.” you ruffled his hair, causing his face to scrunch up in the most endearing way. “Absolutely adorable. My cotton candy fairy cupcake prince.”

“Holy shit, I think I just barfed in my mouth.” Martina gagged, a hand covering her mouth.

“Seconded.” Baekhyun could not keep the disgusted look off of his face as he looked at you and Chanyeol.

“I’m not cute, though!” Chanyeol protested, for what felt like the millionth time. “My fans still think I’m hot!”

“As one of your fans, I know that you guys could literally be bald and you’d still have girls busting a nut.” Billie spoke nonchalantly, as if it was just a matter of fact, however her comment had the boys choking on their spit.

“It’s the truth.” you agreed. “You guys have no idea the kind of things these girls say about you. It’s wild.”

“They’re so far up your asses, of course they still think you’re hot, Chanyeol.” Billie continued. “No offense though!”

“Full offense, actually.” Baekhyun butt-in.

“Like you’re any better Baek.” Martina snorted. “Should I tell everyone about that awful mullet you had back in middle school?”

“Baekhyun with a mullet? This I need to hear about.” Kai laughed, while the singer sunk lower in his seat in embarrassment, sending his childhood friend daggers as she dove into the long-winded, humiliating tale.

You were trying to pay attention to it as well, always ready to hear funny stories at the expense of Chanyeol’s bandmates, but were finding it harder to do so with Chanyeol leaning in to whisper into your ear.

“You know very well I could still have you screaming my name in minutes, with your hands twisted in this very same hair. Let’s see you call me cute after I fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

You swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry, though you tried your best to mask the way his words were affecting you.

He leaned even closer, though, his lips moving against the shell of your ear, as he breathed his next words. “We could totally just slip right out of here without anyone noticing. We do have a lot of time to makeup for.”

You bit your lip, but otherwise refused to give in. Your heart was pounding in your chest, blood rushing at unimaginable speeds, heating up all of your body. His deep voice caused a shiver to run down your spine. It really had been a while.

Chanyeol captured your earlobe in his teeth, tugging at it softly. “What do you say?”

You nearly moaned right then and there, before reminding yourself that you were in front of all your friends. You could not give in. Chanyeol was trying to prove his point, and although he was doing a damn good job at it, you would rather suppress all of your hormones in order to prove him wrong. It was what you had been doing for years, you had mastered it at this point.

You turned to look at him, seeing that he had a smirk playing at his lips, thinking he had gotten to you. You leaning in to whisper in his ear only reinforced his smug look, his eyes now hooded and his breath hitched as he waits for your words.

“So should I scream cotton candy or soft fairy?”

His smirk completely disappeared within seconds, and through your laughter, you heard him muttering to himself.

“God, I hate you.”

Chanyeol hadn’t stopped trying to prove how sexy he could be for the next few days. He would purposely do all of the things he knew would drive you crazy. But you were strong. You knew you weren’t going to let him win. With that ridiculous new hair, there was no way you were going to let him be anything other than cute.

It was as if he had never left. You were back to your teasing antics, the taunts and playful comments only fuelling your feelings for him. Of course this is how it had always been. All those years spent hating each other and constantly being at each other’s throats could not completely disappear in the matter of months being in a relationship. One of the best things about being with Chanyeol was the fact that the two of you could still tease each other to no end, just as you had before. The only difference was that now your arguments would end more often than not in rough sex.

But not today. There was no way you were getting into bed with Stephanie from LazyTown. No matter how hot Chanyeol looked. It was a matter of seeing how long you could last.

It was a Monday night in late July, and you found yourself standing before the bar where it all began. It had been Kai’s idea to have a little secret performance here.

“For old times’ sake.” he had insisted.

The bar hadn’t changed at all since the last time you had visited it, which had been a few months; University had no mercy on you. It felt just as it had when you came here for the very first time, the iconic night you had seen Chanyeol performing in this very room. Nearly a year later and your hand was clasped in the guitarist’s as he led you to the stage where they were getting set up.

“Do you think many people are going to show up?” Martina was asking Baekhyun, curiously eyeing the mostly empty bar.

It was not the biggest, but it held a familiar feeling, like revisiting a childhood home. The ambiance was created with the hanging light bulbs that cast a soft yellow glow. You smiled to yourself as you recalled how many people had come to watch them back then. White Noise really was talented, there was no doubt about it.

“We didn’t really advertise it, so I have no idea.” Baekhyun shrugged. “It is a Monday night, so perhaps not many, but who cares, we’re here for nostalgic purposes.”

“We’ve been playing here for the past five years.” Chanyeol explained. “It was where we had our first gig. This is where it all started.”

“Oh wow, that’s pretty cool.” Martina nodded her head, impressed. “This place is super cute and lowkey, too. I like it.”

“Yeah Sehun’s old man did a good job with this place.” Kai smiled proudly, slapping Sehun on the back as the younger passed him in order to take his place behind his beloved drums.

“Wait, Sehun’s dad owns this place?” You didn’t know why you hadn’t known before. You never really spoke to Sehun, he mostly remained silent whenever you were all gathered together. You had always figured he was just shy.

“Wow, (Y/N) is a fake fan.” Baekhyun laughed.

“Well, given she did hate you for the past… how many years was it? Six?” Billie looked over at you for confirmation, but you simply rolled your eyes.

“Hey guys, I think we’re starting soon.” Sehun finally spoke, and you turned to see a small crowd beginning to form in front of you. The boys had already finished setting up, and were all set to go.

You looked up at Chanyeol, and ruffled his fluffy hair. He leaned down, hoping for a kiss, but you simply pecked him on the corner of his lips. “Good luck!”

“Fucking tease,” he growled, causing you to give him the widest grin.

You went over to Billie and Martina, taking a seat at the bar, in order to watch the show.

The crowd wasn’t as large as you were used to, but you didn’t mind. It was small and intimate and brought you back to that night Billie dragged you here for your very first White Noise performance.

They performed as they always did, with their heart and soul pouring out in every sound. As always, Chanyeol was the biggest mess while performing with the utmost passion. He was just as bad as he was that night, his lip biting, his unnecessary dance moves, and the black muscle tee was only showing off his arms, as well as further accentuating his broad shoulders.

But surprisingly enough, that wasn’t what was turning you on right now. You hated to admit it, but the pink hair - the fucking cotton candy ice cream fluff on his head - really, really suited him. He was like a completely different person.

Maybe it was his words from the past week finally getting to you, or perhaps it was the way he pushed his hair back, you weren’t too sure, but you were squeezing your thighs together as you kept staring at him.

“Girls,” Martina spoke after a long time spent in silence. She cleared her throat before speaking again, this time in a higher volume so she could be heard over the music. “I hate to say this, but Chanyeol really does look good with pink hair.”

“Fuck yes, he does.” you found yourself agreeing without so much as batting an eyelash, not wanting to take your eyes away from him. “That’s my boy.”

The rest of the performance went smoothly, with you still ogling your boyfriend without a care in the world. All you knew was that he had been right along, the pink hair most definitely did not prevent him from being as sexy as he was before.

The minute it ended, you waited a total of two minutes before making your decision. You marched right up to where he was, putting his guitar away.

“Hey, (Y/N), how was it?” he was slightly out of breath, and very sweaty after his performance, which only intensified your need for him.

You didn’t even answer his question, only tugging on his hand to pull him to the back of the bar.

The bathroom was thankfully unoccupied, and you locked the door the minute both of you were inside.

Chanyeol looked at you in confusion, ready to ask what was up, when he was interrupted by you grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him in for a hard kiss. He immediately parted his lips, letting you take control for about a minute before his dominant side kicked in, his hands reaching around you to squeeze your ass. You gasped when he lifted you up and sat you down on the edge of the sink.

“So I’m guessing this means you liked it?” he smirked against your lips.

You ignored him, preoccupied with trying to rid him of his shirt, causing him to chuckle. He lifted it over his head easily, before helping you take yours off. You immediately let your hands freely roam his chest, still slick with sweat from having just performed.

“Wait, (Y/N), I’m gross and sweaty, don’t you wanna wait until I shower first?”

You were nipping at his neck now, leaving a trail of opened mouth kisses and beautiful colours in your wake. “Shut up, it’s sexy. And besides, we have a lot of catching up to do.” you began making a path back up to his lips, where you hesitated. “I’ll just join you in the shower later.”

“Holy shit,” he breathed, before catching your bottom lip in his teeth, causing your moan to fill his ears.

You really didn’t realize how much you needed him until you felt his fingers unbutton your shorts. He watched your face in fascination and wonder as he always did, because he adored the way your breath would get caught and your eyes would screw shut as he pleasured you.

You felt his long fingers ghosting over your covered core, making you immediately grasp onto his shoulders to brace yourself for what you knew was to come. You shut your eyes as you felt him push your panties to the side, biting your lip, anticipating, but to no avail.

“Chanyeol, what’s taking so long?” you huffed, glaring at him.

“Oh, sorry, I just missed you.”

Leave it to Chanyeol to be sentimental in the middle of sex. You rolled your eyes.

“I swear to God, Chanyeol, if you don’t sta- Oh my God!” your sentence ended abruptly as you moaned, finally feeling Chanyeol entering your heat.

Chanyeol paused. “Hmm? You were saying?”

“Just fucking move!”

You heard him laugh, but did as you requested, thrusting his finger in you in a rapid pace, before eventually adding another, throwing you off guard. Your moans began to increase in volume the faster and harder he went. Chanyeol sealed them by kissing you hard, reminding you that there was only the door of the bathroom separating you from everyone else in the bar. Had it been any other time, you would have been concerned about your friends worrying about your whereabouts, or worse, hearing you and Chanyeol, but right now you were far too gone to care. Never in a million years would you have been the one to drag Chanyeol into a public bathroom to fuck, no matter how many times you fantasized about it.

Chanyeol began to curve his fingers upwards with each thrust, hitting your sweet spot head-on. Your world was spinning, the knot in your stomach beginning to form. You could feel the end coming soon, and you began to meet Chanyeol’s thrust halfway, until you were pretty much riding his long digits.

You were rapidly approaching the edge, the grand finale, when he stopped. You had been so preoccupied with your release that you barely noticed Chanyeol had stopped kissing your lips and began kissing you lower and lower until he was right before your drenched center.

You were about to protest, when you realized where he was. He pulled your shorts and underwear down your legs in the slowest pace he could muster, enjoying the way you begged him to hurry the fuck up.

When your garments were at your ankles, you hastily kicked them off. With the amount of time Chanyeol was taking, you could feel your high slowly receding. Chanyeol separated your thighs, getting far to comfortable between them.

Almost like an instinct, your fingers found themselves tangled in his hair, almost bringing him closer to you. “Come on Chanyeol, just get to it already!”

Chanyeol just smirked, far too amused for your liking. “Would you look at that, I can still have you soaking despite my supposed soft hair. Who would’ve thought.”

“For fuck’s sake! You choose the absolute worst times to be petty!”

“So should I go change it back to brown tomorrow?” he rose an eyebrow at you.

You did not even hesitate with your answer, practically hissing. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Knew it.” That was all he needed to hear before he dove right in, licking a long stripe against your slit.

Maybe it was the fact that he was making you feel so good, or maybe it was the fact that it was Park Chanyeol, the boy you had somehow fallen in love with, in the craziest of ways, but seeing him now, with his head between your thighs, and your fingers tugging at his hair, hard enough that it must’ve been hurting, you thought that there was nowhere else you would rather be.

Perhaps Chanyeol having pink hair wasn’t the absolute worst thing in the world, after all.

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