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hana-no-seiiki · 26 days

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Would you do a second part of Damián x Cat!villain!reader? Or maybe something with a different plot, but I need it too much 😵‍💫

I don’t usually entertain part 2 asks but cause it’s you my adorkable Lucas, I shall. I’m adding the other boys and some wild cards for good measure.

tw/cw: yandere, dick’s part gives me major second hand embarrassment but maybe that’s a me issue, (implied) jason has seggs with your unconscious body (but it’s consensual). damian is aged up but still younger than reader hence the condescending way of speech the latter has for him.

ROOFTOP TALKS W/ THE BOYS

☁️ . . . w/ Dickie Boi

When you were dating it was a lot of you flirting and him asking you to be a bit more professional. And then you promptly reminding him that your profession is being a thief.

And that you were taking that profession seriously by stealing his heart.

Kisses in the rain were pretty much your guys’s thing. As much as your cat heart hated being wet.

When he became Nightwing and after Jason’s death, you guys didn’t break up immediately. Just fizzled out. Long talks about everything and anything became short greetings and small talk until you two officially ended it.

Nowadays Dick tries his hardest to get your attention, he shows off a lot. Ups the romanticness of it all. Brings you all around the city for dates before you two chill on your favorite spot.

Dick felt great. He just spent an entire night out on a date with his first love, some might argue that you’re his only true one too. You two haven’t been able to hang out due to the chaos of life and Jason. But finally he was able to have you for himself for once. No Tim to watch you two through the cameras (he made sure all of those were unavailable), no Damian to stalk you two within the shadows (it took a while, but he managed to convince the big ol’ bat to keep the youngest occupied), and no vigilante business he had to deal with.

There was just one last thing. A kiss. (He wanted sex, to feel you around him again. But considering you two just got back into the swing of things he was willing to wait)

He closed his eyes, and leaned forward.

Only to be met with air.

And then the ground.

“Uhm. Did you just — I mean I know I look cute tonight and all — but did you just try to kiss me, Grayson?” You had only managed to narrowly dodge the action. A little amused by the way he’s currently making out with the floor, but mostly confused and somewhat terrified.

Dick groaned, of all the things to put him on the ground this week. “I thought - I thought we were…”

You looked at him, blinked a few times, and managed to utter out, “Dude.”

☁️ . . . w/ Hubby Toddy

Imma be honest with you. You two bone 80-90% of the times you guys meet.

The only reason that it’s not 100% is because of the danger you two are in for that 10-20%

The vigilante/villain lifestyle and environment isn’t ideal for boning 24/7 y’know.

The reason why you guys fuck so often is cause Cat Villain! Reader being the menace they are only has to remind Jason that he died a virgin for you two to get down to business.

The Batboys are obsessed with proving themselves/ a point in general after all. So you often play them like a fiddle with just a few words.

Aside from that, a lot of your rooftop talks are you being snarky towards each other. Jason asking you to stop risking your life with heists and you vice versa with his vendetta.

Which usually leads to anger fucking but I digress.

You two often snack on the greasiest, unhealthy food while together.

Sometimes you spend hours talking about what he missed while he was gone. Of course he already knows everything. He kept tabs on you and whatnot. But hearing you speak gives him a sense of calm like no other.

Cuddling ftw. Jason adores enveloping you.

He likes doing stuff that proves that you exist?? Like that you’re next to him. That both of you are alive in that moment.

“‘M sleepy.” Your eyelids were beyond heavy at that point. Jason wanted you to be up for every single round, and it seemed like his stamina was endless.

Usually you’d pass out and he’d just continue getting off using you but that night he gave you a challenge. Something about wanting to see the way your pretty eyes as he ruined your insides.

“Too much action for you tonight, kit?”

“Mhm.”

“Go to sleep. I’ll watch over you.” He shifted your body in a more secure position, wrapping his large arms around your form.

“Promise me you won’t disappear?”

“I’m here always.” He let out a deep breath.

As soon as he made sure you were out cold he continued,

“Not even death will keep me away from you, baby.”

☁️ . . . w/ Timsies Whimsies

Most of your hang outs are spent indoors

Otherwise it’d be you hovering over his shoulders as he works on his projects.

Most of your rooftop times with Tim are spent in silence, playing video games, or board games.

Sometimes you two would spend hours playing and voicing cheesy dating sims.

But sometimes you use the time to get him to sleep.

You two are very much opposites when it comes to sleep times. Like if we go full on cat mode here, you prolly sleep off like 70% of your life.

I really shouldn’t be writing this while I’m sleepy as hell shouldn’t I?

Tim had never slept so well in his entire life.

All he remembered before being lulled into dreamland was you singing, patting him on the head, and some laughter before everything went dark.

But now he wishes he never slept at all.

“Is this . . . an edit of us a kids—“

Tim slammed his laptop shut so hard he’s pretty sure he’d broken it.

You looked at him incredulously. How long had you been snooping through his stuff? How did you even manage to unlock it? He made sure it was inaccessible even to Bruce.

“I . . . I read this one fanfic . . . that we met as kids and grew up together.” He confessed.

Yes, Tim gets brainrots over [Cat Villain Name] x Reader / Red Robin fanfics. Could you blame him?

“Honestly that’s pretty cute and wholesome. The other things you have there on the other hand . . . “

“I’ll pay for all of your boba expenses for a year if you forget about this.”

“A decade and I’ll never look through your shit again.”

“Deal.”

☁️ . . . w/ Damie Baby

Up until recently your rooftop meetings have been an even more snarky version of Jason’s with less hatefucking more … hating.

While Dick is more extravagant with how he shows off. Damian is more on the ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about I’m just this awesome’ side of the spectrum.

It took him a while to finally figure out that you being a menace is more of a facade if anything

And boy did it make him get a romantic boner when he found out

Like it went from you teasing him to hell and back to him turning the tables

“Wow, ain’t it past your bedtime, Damie?”

“Not my fault I can’t get a wink of sleep without you beside me.”

“. . .Ah.”

Aside from that you like roping him into playing games and basically all the things he missed out on being trained to be as an assassin.

He in turn does more traditional courting methods on you. Like buying you flowers, having slow dances.

Sometimes you do each other’s henna.

(He definitely is smug about it when other members of the batfam ask)

He often scolds you about reading so much late into the night…and insists he reads everything for you while you sit prettily on his lap

His favorite activity is running his hands through your hair as you lay your head on his lap while he dictates a book out loud. Usually it’s non fiction so that A) you’d sleep faster, and B) he gets his readings for uni in.

☁️ . . . w/ Bruce ig

“Hey, loser.” You purred, appearing from the underneath Batman’s cape.

Without a beat, he replied, “[Cat Villain Name].” and nothing else. He does not move. Doesn’t even make an attempt to seem affected by your antics.

“Awe, I missed you too!” You hugged him tightly and gave a pat for measure.

You were about to let when you felt a weight atop your head.

He was… giving you a headpat? Albeit awkwardly.“Who are you and what did you do to—“

“Treat them well.”

And he disappears.

Hey, wasn’t that your move?

In anycase,

It’s about time that Bruce learnt,

if you can’t beat em, join em.

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paulmias · 3 months

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paul mescal request 👀

maybe meeting him at an industry party and sharing a cigarette and then it evolves

You Can Be The Boss | Paul Mescal X Fem! Reader

As an actress, and daughter of two of the biggest names in your country of the 90’s, It was inevitable that your name would make it onto the list of Gucci’s Fashion week list.

They had flown you out to Milan, saw that you had a hotel room and clothes for the event, all so you could sit and watch as dozens of models strut about in clothes most people would have to work decades to afford.

When the models would pass you, your gaze kept lingering to him, how could it not? There was a mesmerising sort of charm about him. It consumed you, you had tried to approach him when the event coordinators were ushering hoards of high profile people into limousines to take them to the after party, but you’d had no luck.

You couldn’t find his eyes in the sea of people dancing to whatever the DJ was playing, the music was far too loud, it brought back the migraine you had managed to shift a few days back, after swiping a champagne flute from one of the waiters walking around with them, you snuck out onto the balcony that overlooked Milan.

Having forgotten to bring your own case of cigarettes, you let out an exasperated sigh before downing the champagne. When you lowered the glass from your lips, He was there, cigarette between his lips, almost grinning, his appearence had been so sudden that you’d jumped and dropped the flute over the balcony.

Watching it fall, you felt like an asshole for whoever would have to clean that up later. “Fuck!” The words escaped your lips before you could think properly.

You heard his chuckle and turned to face him. The urge to tell him he was at fault restrained itself. “Do you want a light? I saw you checking that bag of yours for one.” Paul offered. You nod, not exactly desperate for one, but you certainly wouldn’t decline one.

He puts his between his lips and then pulls the case out from his pocket, the only one that remains is squished, not nearly useful enough for you to smoke.

He pulls the one from his lips out, and offers it to you. “You sure?” You question. He nods, and you look so relieved before placing it between your pointer and middle fingers.

After a few exchanges of the cigarette, he speaks as you have it in your lips. “I’ve seen your work, I adore your recent film. Are your team pushing for award nominations?” He asked.

You nodded, your agency was not nearly as cutthroat in that aspect as you would have liked, but you had signed a six year contract with them five years ago, so you would soon be free from them, and hopefully be able to join a more affluent agency. You handed him the cigarette.

“Thank you.” The two of you spoke in unison before chuckling “Yeah, my Uhm, my team are trying but I’m with an agency that are like, more focused on modelling so it’s a bit of a challenge but, I’m still young, I’ve got time to win awards.” You replied.

He takes a drag as he nods. “You looking to change agents?” He questioned, you nodded. “My manager’s looking for new clients, I could pass your name along if you’d like.” He offered.

His manager, you had heard, was a woman very dedicated to her job. “I’d love that, thank you.” You told him. You take a step closer to him, it just feels natural. “You’re gorgeous do you know that?” He asked.

You blushed, which caused him to chuckle, it wasn’t mockingly, rather, one of enjoyment of seeing you so flustered by his compliment. “You’re not so bad yourself.” You replied.

He dropped the cigarette onto the floor and leant forward, his face centimetres away from your own, and then he cupped his hands around your face, pulled you in and kissed you.

A/N: This is my first time writing x reader stuff .. hope u enjoyed

#paul mescal #paul mescal x reader #x reader #normal people #connell waldron #aftersun #gladiator 2 #gods creatures #foe #carmen

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w3bgrl · 5 months

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90 degrees!

synopsis: hyunjin and jisung, with a habit of arguing, make the poor decision of starting a fight the night before evaluations. not just evaluations - but evaluations for jyp’s new trainee survival show; stray kids. this doesn’t go over well for them, but in hindsight, it was the best decision they could’ve made that day.

date: circa late 2016 to mid 2017

word count: 1.3k

featuring: kang juyeon, hwang hyunjin, han jisung, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, lee felix, kim seungmin, yang jeongin

warnings: hyunsung being mean to each other

a/n: all members mentioned without shoehorning it in fuck yeah (also not sure how i’m feeling abt this -.- )

it was in the early hours of the morning when juyeon finally said “last time!”

the boys behind her sighed a mixture of relief and distain for their last run of the choreography details before evaluations. they had been polishing it up for hours now and the members honestly couldn’t see a difference in the moves anymore. yet minho, the skilled dancer who stood the closest to her in order to help with monitoring the weak spots, was the only one who actually seemed up for the last round. the rest of the boys were understandably exhausted and ready to be in their beds, but if they wanted to be the trainee group to make the show, they needed to be the best. and being the best took a lot of practice.

“minho, do you want to lead this one?”

the older boy agreed with a toothy grin and took her spot in the middle as she stepped to the side, squatting down to rest her legs while she watched. minho counted them in with the smile lingering on his lips and the second he began to dance a serious look plastered over his previously enthusiastic manner. it was like the choreography just took over - his aura totally changed.

juyeon pulled her eyes from minho’s obvious expertise with hopes that he would help lead future practices and focused for a moment on jeongin, eyeing the sequence he struggled with the most - but the jarring misstep beside him ripped her eyes away.

jisung seemed to have stepped on hyunjin’s foot during their transition and said something to him, resulting in hyunjin saying something back. juyeon huffed. hyunjin had a habit of somehow starting arguments out of nowhere, specifically with jisung. they had a hard time getting along most of the time and had a few altercations in the past, such as the time hyunjin may or may not have ‘accidentally’ spilled his drink on jisung. but because of their frequent quarrels juyeon had gotten good at putting them in their place - especially when they’re doing the last runthrough.

“excuse me.” she used a stronger voice than usual to make sure they heard her but not loud enough to disturb the members actually doing the choreography. however, the arguing pair were too caught up in their tantrum to think about the other people in the room and continued making remarks toward one another.

“i wouldn’t have to dodge you if you could do it correctly” hyunjin snapped

“boys.”

jisung’s lip pulled into a sneer, “oh, yeah, cause you’re such hot shit.”

“better than you, that’s for sure.”

“hey.” juyeon was now speaking in her chest voice, projecting enough that the other members were stealing glances while still trying to keep up with practice.

“at least i can rap! it’s a real good thing you’re pretty because if not you’d be nothing more than a backup dancer your whole career.”

jisung’s retort was finally the last straw, as now she was more angry that they were ignoring her. juyeon stood, and for the the first time ever - even for chan, the members heard her shout.

“hey!!”

the bickering boys whipped their heads in her direction, as did the ones who had been practicing diligently. all eyes were on juyeon as she walked in quick, swift strides to the door, holding it open with an unfaltering glare toward the accused.

“go.”

still steaming from the words exchanged, jisung and hyunjin slumped out the door, hands in pockets and gaze avoiding the older girl. juyeon then shut it behind them swiftly without slamming it on the hinges leaving the rest of the boys with their mouths open.

“i’ve never heard her shout before” changbin muttered

chan sighed and rubbed his eyes with the back of his thumbs. “me neither”

the boys fell completely silent as they listened in to hear her scolding them. but honestly, the more they tried to listen, the more they couldn’t really hear anything.

“what do you think she’s saying?” seungmin asked openly for anyone who had an answer

“probably laying down the law.” minho chuckled and took a gulp of his water “i wonder if she’ll come back without them.”

silence fell over the room again as they leaned in to listen once more. still, nothing. with a grumble from his stomach, felix pulled his attention from the door and sat on the floor next to his bag with sweat still dripping down his temples. he really never thought he’d ever see juyeon so mad - she was so well-mannered and typically pretty peaceful. all he could think is how relieved he was to not be on the receiving end of her discipline. maybe she wasn’t so scary, but having let her down would be enough in itself.

little did he know - his intuition was stronger than he thought.

juyeon stood wordlessly in front of the younger boys with her arms folded tight against her chest, eyes more annoyed than enraged. babysitting is tough enough, it’s even worse when they’re moody teenage boys.

“noona, i have to look out for him -” juyeon interrupted him.

“i don’t care. i didn’t ask.”

hyunjin’s courage fell along with his gaze and he opted to watch the laces of his shoes instead.

“listen to me.” the older girl spoke with such authority “i don’t care what happened or why it happened, and i also don’t care what your problem is with each other.” she divided her stern glare evenly between them “what i do care about is this team, and there is no room for whatever your problems are. if we make-”

juyeon completely stopped for a second before correcting herself “when we make evaluations tomorrow and go to the show, we are proving to jyp that we deserve to debut together as a team. and when we do, you two will get to be together every minute of every day for at least the next 7 years. so here are your choices: you can either apologize to each other now and resolve your issues by tomorrow, or you can let the trainers know that you will not be attending the evaluation. does that make sense?”

the boys nodded silently with their eyes down, hoping - praying that juyeon would just lighten up a bit. it was very uncommon for her to be this…unfriendly - it was very uncomfortable. she didn’t look like she had this brazenness in her, and yet the younger boys now cowered before her. still, she stood in front of them expectantly.

“well?”

jisung was the first to speak as he hadn’t been directly berated like hyunjin did. “right now? i-in front of you?”

she nodded.

jisung and hyunjin looked at each other with an emotion that couldn’t be described in one word; a mixture of annoyance, cowardice, shame, and regret. in unison they began to say sorry, tipping their heads toward each other in a weak excuse for a bow - at least in juyeon’s book.

“90 degrees”

the boys heeded her word and quickly bent at the waist, the crowns of their heads nearly knocking each other as they bowed.

“thank you.” she let out a breath, the stern look on her face ceasing just a hint. she then nodded toward the practice room “now for them, too.”

the crack of the practice door being opened stopped all the boys in their tracks, halting conversations between the members as they all waited for the culprits to emerge.

jisung entered in front of hyunjin while juyeon stepped off to the side. the humbled boys walked toward the center of the practice room with pink cheeks from embarrassment. they looked akin to puppies with their tails tucked between their legs. together, they bowed - 90 degrees - to the members.

“sorry for how we acted. it won’t happen again.”

the rest of the boys were stagnant until the pair stood back up and all eyes shifted to juyeon who had waited quietly with her hands clasped in front of her. once she noticed everyone looking at her, she bowed as well.

“i’m sorry for yelling. i shouldn’t do that.”

jisung and hyunjin took note of her 90 degree bow.

#♡ billie #skz oc #stray kids oc #stray kids #stray kids 9th member #stray kids imagines #hyunjin imagines #jisung imagines #hwang hyunjin imagines #han jisung imagines #juyeon is a woman of principles and respect (￣^￣)ゞ #sound familiar? (°▽°)#♡ hyunjusung #kpop added member #kpop oc #kpop addition

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gyuwoncheol · 8 months

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Kimchi

Pair: Best Friend!Mingyu x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

WC: ~700

Bestfriend!Mingyu frantically showing up at your front door when you texted him urgently to come to yours because there was an emergency

“WHAT HAPPENED?!” He barged into your house, panting for air as the door flew wide open. You couldn’t see it but even his car was haphazardly parked in your driveway

“Finally! Thank god!” You exclaimed, standing up from the couch and pulling him into the kitchen. Mingyu was tense, he stood tall and walked carefully, as if ready to fight whatever was going to jump at him

You hopped onto your kitchen counter to sit, letting your legs dangle as you picked up the large jar of kimchi beside you. “May you please, please, please open this for me?” You requested, eyes big and lower lip jutting out

Mingyu’s jaw dropped in utter shock, eyes glaring at you. He felt like a bucket of ice cold water just got dropped on him— partially feeling relieved but mostly just disbelief. “YAH! Are you for real right now?! THAT’S IT?!”

“Yeah” you said innocently as you gave him a toothy grin, both hands holding out the jar to him

“Oh my god, y/n! You had me WORRIED! I thought you were dying or something! Look! My shirt is literally inside out cause I rushed here when you texted!!!” Mingyu exasperated

“But I was dying! I’m so hungry and I really wanted my kimchi fried rice but the jar is really tight and my weak arms just couldn’t!” You pouted, flailing your arms all over the place

Mingyu looked at you with a shy smile tugging at his lips, you truly did look desperate and starving. “You are impossible, you know that?”

You pushed the jar to his chest as he stood in between your legs. There are just some things in this world that need the strength of your best friend’s biceps, your mother’s homemade kimchi being one of them. “Please, Gyu? Pleaaaaseeee?”

Rolling his eyes, he picked the jar from you and in one quick twist with his arms, the lid popped open easily. What was 500% effort for you (and still failed) literally took him zero effort.

“Oh! Aren’t YOU just a heaven sent!” You squealed, throwing your arms around his neck and squeezing him in a hug

Mingyu chuckled brightly as he placed the jar down with one hand and rubbed your back with the other.

“I better get a reward for this” he mumbled

You leaned back and looked up at him, “Free brunch? AND if you help me cook the fried rice, i’ll make you hwachae after”

Mingyu squinted his eyes at you, knowing all too well what you were doing, “and by ‘help’ you mean I do 90% of the cooking while you just hand me the ingredients and occasionally stir them?”

“And taste test AND praise you about how good it is the whole way through! That’s a lot of work too, you know?”

He raised a brow at you, rolling his eyes yet again. You truly were impossible.

“Cmooon, Gyu. Your best friend is starving” you prodded, beaming up at him, a smile that may be mistakened as innocent by many but to your giant of a best friend currently towering over you, it is your slyest most villainous smile.

Some days like today, you were such an annoying and needy best friend, knowing exactly which buttons to press; but he honestly secretly loved it whenever you asked him to come over, no matter the reason. With a busy schedule like his, he was surely impressed with how creative you’ve gotten to force some quality best friend time for you both.

‘Hook, line and sinker’ was all you could think of when Mingyu smiled widely at you with both canines showing. His eyes attempted to look annoyed but you could see right through them. Besides, he was already reaching for the wok that was hanging on your backsplash.

“I hope you know how lucky you are to have a best friend like me” Mingyu smirked as he started moving around your kitchen like he lived there

“Oh I count my blessings every day, Kim Mingyu. And you’re on top of that list.”

Mingyu threw his head back in a laugh before padding over to you to plant a quick kiss on your cheek, “Good, good. Now, hand me my ingredients, peasant”

You hopped off the counter and handed him some onions with a roll of your eyes, “Love you too, chef”

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shediot · 8 months

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CYCLICISM (SERIES)

CHAPTER 2: Jungkook’s Return II

SUMMARY —> Jungkook makes a wildly unexpected reentrance into your life, and, despite the less than ideal past you two share, this time you’re bound and determined to keep him in it — and to keep history from repeating itself.

TAGS —> 90s/00s, Estranged Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Flashbacks, Emotionally Constipated OC, Nicknamed OC, Jock OC, Jock Jungkook, OC has some physical attributes

WARNINGS —> Alcohol

WORD COUNT —> 6.5k

AO3

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Chin rested in the palm of your hand, you stare at the shelves of liquor behind the bar absentmindedly as the low, soulful sounds of R&B floats through the speakers.

“Um… Earth to Blue.”

You blink your way back to reality to find a small hand waving frantically in front of your face to grab your attention. You straighten yourself so you meet Park Jimin’s gaze, his light eyes fixed on you with concern.

He purses his lip-glossed lips, clearly disapproving. “It’s weird for you to be so out of it.”

Clearing your throat, you straighten and take a swig of your water to wet your parched throat. “Right, I’m listening. You were saying?”

Jimin gives a roll of his eyes, making the burnt-orange, glittery eyeshadow sparkle in the low lighting of the bar.

Joy splits a dark grin. “He wasn’t saying anything important. Just complaining about Dahyun for the nth time.”

“Not about her,” Jimin swiftly corrects. “She’s just been gone sooo long. I miss her.” He juts his glossed lips out into one of his signature cute pouts. The kind that could wrest anything he wanted from anyone. People tend to fall all over themselves to help him, when he looks at them like that. Jimin is just that good, that manipulative (and you say that in the most admiring of ways). Luckily for you, you’re immune to it.

So is Joy. “She’s been gone a week. You’re such an attention whore.”

Jimin levels Joy with a glare, and she breaks out into dark laughter. You smile at their familiar exchange, and while the two continue their typical light-hearted bickering, you turn to your side to face Namjoon, who is sitting next to you and regarding you with intense scrutiny.

It’s weird. “What?” you prod.

“You’re being oddly quiet.”

You shrug. “It’s been a weird day.”

Really weird. You’re sure adrenaline is still coursing through your veins after your dangerous slip today. A different kind of adrenaline races beside it whenever you think about the man who had inadvertently caused you to slip.

“Want to talk about it?” Namjoon asks, because of course he does.

You lift a brow.

He laughs. “Yeah, forget that. I’m here if you want to talk, though, you know.” He nudges you with his elbow: his small way of showing affection.

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks, babe,” you say, reaching over to pinch his cheek.

He bats your hand away with soft laughter.

After being your friend for eight years, Namjoon knows your tendencies more than well, and you know his. Odd as it is, you avoid verbal expressions of feelings. Namjoon avoids physical expressions of it. So the two of you try to meet in the middle. He sets aside his innate therapist-like tendencies where it comes to you (knowing it’s only a waste of time for the both of you, because you don’t budge), and you don’t press him for hugs. (Even if he’s a damn good hugger! Namjoon is a catch and a half).

Namjoon’s friendship is comfortable, easy. Stable and sure. Despite your significant and, quite frankly, vast differences and interests, the two of you have always gotten along well.

You, Joy, Jimin and Namjoon were all housemates once. By chance, not choice: thrust into the same roommate housing just one week before you all went into freshman year of university.

It may have been chance and not choice that landed the four of you, strangers from different cities and different walks of life, together, but chance was ruled by lady luck you think, because you now love all three of them with a fervent passion. Now, eight years since the four of you met, and four years after graduation and leaving the house you had shared back then, you still stick together like stubborn glue. These three people comprise three out of four of your best friends, and the people you love most in the world.

They’re your family.

You’re especially grateful for the good luck that had placed Namjoon in the same house as you as freshmen. You’re not sure you’d have ever met him if not, and even if you had, if you two hadn’t been forced to live together for four years, you’re not sure you would have ever become friends. Namjoon’s an intellectual; you’re an idiot. For him, working out is just something you do to be healthy. For you, it’s a lifestyle. Where he’s clumsy, you’re sharp, and vice versa.

Namjoon is very, very important to you — and so are Jimin and Joy, and so, even though you haven’t touched the drink in years, you still meet with them to go out with regularity.

Yes, you avoid drinking now. You haven’t had a sip of the stuff since your college years, and you don’t plan on ever doing so again. Your inhibitions don’t even seem to exist once you get a few drinks in you, which had once been a good thing. A fun thing. The thing that made drinking fun.

After making a few cosmically idiotic mistakes, though?

Keeping your wits about you is now of the utmost importance.

Plus, you still are a health nut. That’s the reason you give everyone, anyway, when you turn down offerings of alcohol and they inquire as to why: your health. It’s not a bad reason. Safe. Less private than the real one.

So, that leaves you here: in a bar, your glass of ice water sweating onto a coaster.

Namjoon isn’t much of a drinker either these days. He typically has a beer or two, at most three. Maybe he’ll knock back a shot or two of whiskey after a particularly rough day at the office.

Tonight, though, he nurses a half-drank lager, taking contemplative sips of it as silence drops over the both of you.

You want to tell everyone about Jungkook’s return, but… Everyone is going to be so weird about it. And you need a little extra normalcy right now, after the day you’ve had.

“How’s work?” you ask Namjoon, trying to drum up any sort of conversation to take your mind off him. “It must not be awful, considering you’re not downing Jim Beam right now.”

He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head down at his drink. A slight smile pulls at his lips, causing his signature dimples to make an appearance. “Remember last week?”

“Of course I remember,” you answer. Namjoon had been so stressed out over a case. The legal aides had screwed it up royally, nearly losing the firm he was employed to a high profile client. “You’re not drowning in whiskey and you don’t look like you’re about to combust from anger. So… My guess is things panned out?”

“And thank God they did,” Namjoon says, clearly relieved. “No, not God. Thank Park Jihyo.” Visible fondness lampshades his expression. There’s practically hearts in his eyes, for God’s sake.

You smile. Jihyo’s another junior attorney in his firm, and he always lights up so brightly like this when he speaks about her. The respect he has for her is so omnipresent and notable.

It’s almost a thing of envy.

“Jihyo saved the day,” you guess with a knowing smirk.

“Try my career.” He takes a drink, eyes drifting off to the side as if rethinking his wording. “Okay, I’m exaggerating, but honestly... We were this close to losing the client.” He holds his forefinger and thumb a centimeter apart for good measure. “And all Jihyo had to do was talk to them.”

“Smooth-talking her way out of trouble?” You grin like a Cheshire cat. “I haven’t even had the pleasure of meeting her, and yet I think I love her already.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes. He doesn’t share your same mild rebelliousness — he’s a forward-thinker, but almost always a follower of rules. “I don’t know how she did it, but she must’ve charmed the hell out of them, or pulled a miracle out of nowhere, or…” He shrugs his shoulders helplessly. “They told my senior attorney they’d stay as a client, but only if Jihyo was on their cases with us from now on.”

“The bright side, though, is that you get to work with Jihyo even more.” A sly smile slides its way onto your face as you waggle a brow at Namjoon. “Always a plus.”

He gives you a thoroughly unamused look. “Quit that, Blue. She’s a coworker.”

“And?”

“And, you can’t date a coworker. That’d…” He holds his hands out, somewhat franfically, a blush rising to his cheeks. “It would just wreak havoc on the workplace.”

You bite your straw as you grin at him cheekily. He so has a crush on her. “Fine, don’t date her. Just fuck her.”

Namjoon inhales deeply, leaning forward on his elbows. Pinching the bridge of his nose with his finger, he says, “I am not you. I don’t go around fucking people willy-nilly, without a care for the repercussions.”

Your smile fades. Only slightly. Barely. Instead of letting his harmless quip bother you, though, especially since you know it wasn’t intentional (and it’s also, you know, true), you snipe back, “Maybe she could unlodge that stick from your ass.”

“Har har,” he says, drily. “You think you’re so funny.”

You beam.

“Whatever. We’re talking too much about me,” he says in a poor attempt at deflection. “What about you?”

You shrug. “Nothing new on my end at work.”

“Okay, then outside of work?”

“Yeah, Blue,” chimes in Jimin. “What about outside of work?”

At that change in subject, both Joy and Jimin look at you expectantly. Both with curious, invested looks.

You snort. Namjoon shares a knowing look with you. How very like the two to zone out of your conversation when you and Namjoon converse about work, only to jump back in when even the prospect of personal lives are mentioned.

Especially when it pertains to the romantic. Or sexual. For Namjoon, typically the former, rare as it is. For you, more often than not, the latter. Far less rare.

Well…

Unbidden, your mind conjures up an image of a dark mop of thick, wavy hair - of toned muscles and a cut jaw and pretty, sparkling eyes and tattoos. Jeon Jungkook, standing down below you at the rock climbing, looking up at you with clear nervousness and shock.

This is probably as good a time as any to inform them about his return.

It’s pretty obvious none of them had heard news of his return to town yet. If they had, they would have been all over it, ambushing you for details about his arrival. So you feel satisfied, knowing you have a piece of thrilling information you can dangle before your waiting friends, like raw meat in front of bloodhounds.

Jimin, prescient mind reader that he is and always has been, gives you a look. “What are you hiding?” he asks. “Spill.”

“You’ll never guess who came back to town. Like, permanently.”

“Oh my God, Blue, don’t make us play a game. Just say it,” says Joy exasperatedly, on the edge of her seat, ever the impatient one.

“Ugh, fine,” you say. “It’s Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. Remember him? The guy who—”

“What?” Joy hisses, eyes wide. “You’re not serious.”

Jimin grabs hold of your arm and shakes it in excitement. “Since when? Why were you just sitting on this information?”

Even Namjoon’s eyes are comically wide as he stares at you in silence, slowly digesting the nugget of information you’d just plopped before them.

“You said this is a permanent move back?” he asks, clearly skeptical.

“Yup. He got a job at Hanseu.”

“That’s right down the street from my firm,” Namjoon notes, raising his brow.

“Right up the road from Blue’s clinic,” reminds Jimin, looking at you with vibrating interest. Wow. You didn’t even know that Jungkook would be employed so close to your own job. “Jesus Fuck, this is exciting. How did you even hear? Did he…” He leans forward, eyes growing wide, “…Call you?”

Ha. The idea of Jungkook calling you is laughable, really. The line between the two of you has been disconnected for years, and he doesn’t even have your cell number. He once had your pager number, and the landline to the house on 8th street, where you and Namjoon, Jimin and Joy had lived, but neither of those exist anymore.

Years have passed. Things have changed. Technology, addresses, numbers: more things have changed than just you and Jungkook moving from friends to not friends.

“He showed up at my rock climbing gym,” you inform your nosy best friends. “Shocked the crap out of me, but… We talked. And then I asked if he wanted to hike with me tomorrow morning, so…” You hold your arms out, sure the rest of the story is pretty self-evident. Then you perk up, before your friends can interject, and say, “If any of you want to hike with us, do feel free to join. 6:00 A.M at Sangsaeng.”

“The nice trail that goes up the mountains?” Joy asks.

“Yup. That’s the one.”

“Who else is going?” presses Jimin, but there’s a glint to his eye that tells you he isn’t asking this all innocently.

Joy, Namjoon and Jimin all stare at you with varying but intense levels of interest.

“Um,” you say. “All I know is that this week my usual hiking buddies all had other entanglements. Jungkook didn’t let me know if he was coming or not, so it may just be me in the end.” You shrug, unbothered. Whether you hike alone or with friends, you’re happy. Though you’d rather be with people, when you’re surrounded by nature, you’re never truly alone.

“I’ll go,” says Namjoon nonchalantly. “It’s been a while since we went hiking. I’m sure the fresh air will do me some good, especially with how stressful work was for a while there.”

Joy and Jimin swap one of their pointed glances, before Joy nudges Namjoon with her elbow. Very noticeably. “Blue should definitely go with just Jungkook,” she says, enunciating her words very slowly in the most blatantly obvious way without just coming out and calling Namjoon what she so clearly wants to: an oblivious third wheel.

You roll your eyes, but it clearly takes a second for realization to visibly dawn on Namjoon, his pupils dilating and mouth opening in a subtle ‘o’ before he turns to you, swallowing, and says, all rushed, “Um. Yeah. Uh… Never mind. I actually have plans.”

Namjoon is so bad at lying. You certainly love to tease him for it. “Oh, yeah? What are these ‘plans’, Joonie?”

He narrows his eyes, unamused. “Go-karting.”

You blow out a laugh, sitting back in your seat. “Guys, c’moooon. I know you want to see him. I’m sure he’d love to see you all, too. It’s been years.”

“You know what I want?” says Joy. “For you and Jungkook to reconcile.”

None of your friends know the source of your fallout with Jungkook, nor the gritty details.

You can be a very… private person.

You wave her concern off. “There’s nothing to reconcile,” you lie, smoothly. “I invited him to hike with me, didn’t I?”

Jimin gives you a crinkly-eyed smile. “And that will make an amazing date for just the two of you.”

“It’s not a date,” you reply, exasperated. “It’s hiking. Nothing sexy or romantic about it.”

“Maybe not for us normal people. But for gym bros like you and Jungkook? It’s the equivalent of dinner and a movie.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re ridiculous.” You look at Namjoon helplessly. “Tell Jimin he’s ridiculous.”

Namjoon holds his hands up. “Hey, what do I know? Jimin’s the relationship expert here.”

“Dude.” You sigh. Namjoon may be right — Jimin is a certified casanova, and Namjoon is an awkward, inexperienced cornball. Still. “That’s like calling working on a case with Jihyo a date.”

“Not equivalent,” Namjoon rebuts. “You guys aren’t working together. You’ll be choosing to be together, alone...”

“...With the romantic sunrise shining on you,” adds Jimin with a wink.

“Alone,” Joy reiterates. “So alone, in fact, that the two of you could fuck up on that cliff.”

Jimin bursts into laughter, Namjoon winces at Joy’s crassness, and you grimace, wrinkling your nose in discomfort.

“Sounds incredibly uncomfortable,” you toss back as you rise to your feet. You grab a ten out of your bag and place it on the wooden bar for the bartender. “Much like this conversation, actually. It’s late, I’m heading home. Anyone need a ride?”

You glance pointedly at the two drunkards in your group. You know Namjoon won’t need one, at least.

“Nope,” says Joy, reaching an arm over the table and patting Namjoon’s forearm. “We’ve got this guy. You go home and sleep well for your date.”

“Not a date.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just go so you don’t have nasty undereye bags tomorrow. Jungkook won’t want to fuck you if you do.”

With a roll of your eyes, you lean forward to grace each of their cheeks with a quick kiss, and then you head out.

——

An indelible thread of dread settles just beneath your skin, spreading through the pores of your epidermis and seeping down through your dermis before settling like sediment in the riverbed of your subcutaneous tissue.

Jungkook’s not coming.

Of course he’s not coming. One thing that had surprised you about Jungkook when you’d first met him all those years ago was how polite and well-mannered he was — especially since he was a frat boy in the making at the time. Frat boys have never been notorious for being sweet.

Jungkook was different, though.

Regardless, the same innate kindness and politeness that made Jungkook stick out to you back then, many notches above the rest, is also the kind of kindness that erects a thick and sturdy wall between you. He’s too nice to turn anyone down upfront. So, it makes sense that him not giving you a firm no about hiking with you today is more because of polite obligation. Not because there was any part of him that genuinely wanted to reconnect.

A chasm of space, only made larger with time, had opened up between you long ago, and you never thought you’d be able to cross it to the other side.

But seeing Jungkook willing to talk to you yesterday… It had made you hope.

Hope is a dangerous thing.

It’s fifteen minutes past the time you’d asked Jungkook to arrive. And, as the sun begins to peek over the lush emerald leaves on the trees, you decide to abandon that small sliver of hope you’d held that Jungkook would show up.

But, to be fair to Jungkook, it’s your fault. The way things had ended four years ago, the radio silence in the time since his departure…

You hadn’t been all that great of a friend to Jungkook, toward the end.

Even so. You’d, idiotically, held out hope. As if you haven’t already learned in multiple, shitty ways that hoping for something regarding Jungkook only results in everything going belly up.

You rise to your feet from the rock you’d been seated on for the past twenty minutes, stretching and relishing in the needed pop of your bones. You grab your backpack, hauling it onto your shoulders, and begin to head up the trail, toward the cliff. (The cliff that, coincidentally, was the one Joy had been referring to when she’d so classily claimed you and Jungkook could fuck on it).

“Wait! Blue, hold up!”

Freezing where you stand for just a brief millisecond, you quickly slough off the iciness enough to turn. His familiar tone rattles your thought, and even more rattling is the sight you find:

Jungkook, hopping off a bike, almost getting the laces of his shoes tangled up in its spokes. Stumbling, he shakes the spoke off his shoelace and drops the bike unceremoniously to the ground, right next to your Jeep.

You stand, unmoving and unspeaking, as Jungkook then jogs up the path to you. The closer he comes, the more you can see the sheen of sweat coating his golden skin, dripping down the hollow of his throat and landing on his protruded and pretty collarbone.

While you’re still gawking at the sight he makes, he reaches you.

He bends over, hands on his knees, puffing out breaths and gasping for air. “So sorry I’m late,” he says, before straightening and reaching behind himself to his backpack, grabbing for the water bottle in the side pocket. And then he takes a long, desperate swig. When he finishes he puts the water away and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, giving you an unsure, lopsided grin.

Your unusual silence probably only makes him feel worse. You feel startled back to earth, so overwhelmed with everything that is Jungkook and the fact that he’s come at all that you feel like you have to drag the words out of you. “Oh, it’s no big deal,” you lie. “… Why the bike, though?”

While, yes, you and Jungkook both are pretty notorious jocks, this town is pretty sprawled out and this hiking spot is a good few miles from the rest of human civilization, so willingly biking here just to then go on a long hike on a steep incline is kind of…. insane. Even for athletes.

Maybe Jungkook’s always been a little weird, but not insane.

He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “I, uh, kinda have to use a rent-a-bike to get around until I have some time to get a car. I definitely underestimated how long it would take me to get here. I left an hour ago…”

Your heart squeezes in your chest.

You berate your heart. Dumb bitch.

You shake off that weird shit. “An hour? From where?”

“The Rivet,” he says, referring to a hotel downtown.

“You biked. From the Rivet.” Your brows furl. “Okay, first of all, you should have asked me for a ride. Second of all, why are you staying at a hotel? Why don’t you have an apartment? Or what about crashing with Chan at his apartment?”

He shakes his head. “Chan isn’t in town right now, and he didn’t know I was coming.”

Chan didn’t know?

That’s… weird. Really weird.

You may not have spoken to Jungkook in the past four years and may have only seen Chan an occasional few times while out and about, but, as far as you know, they’re still closely knit best friends.

Did distance tear them apart, too?

Now you’re even more confused about Jungkook’s sudden return. He had claimed it was for a job, but you’d assumed it was more likely he sought a job here because of Chan and maybe his other college friends, the few that remain. Or maybe he wanted to be only a couple hours from his parents’ place again, instead of half a day away.

Confusing! Why is he here? Why did he come to this town, specifically? What is here that he can’t get anywhere else?

It’s not like this town is an undesirable place, though.

The suburbs are lined with perfectly manicured houses sitting on perfectly manicured lawns owned by equally perfectly manicured men and women. Downtown is taken up by the businesses, with the college campus spread throughout it, and all the apartments that house both college students and the condos for the wealthy people. Dotted throughout on the edges of the suburbs and beyond are all the winding, tree-littered hills and other natural bits of lands. The cliffs and waterfalls and trails that you’d originally came to this city for.

Still. For some reason, you feel like Jungkook doesn’t belong here. Even if he looks as natural on this trail as he had years ago. You’ve never been able to articulate why you think so.

“Do you have sunscreen?” he asks, jolting you back to the here and now.

“Do I have sunscreen?” you echo in disbelief. Who does he think you are? “Of course I do.” You turn around, so your backpack is facing him. “Third pocket. Open the zipper. Take your pick.”

You hear him unzipping it, feel him searching around for a bottle.

“Jesus, Blue, is it necessary to carry this many? Which one do you want me to use?”

“Never enough sunscreen,” you tell him chirpily. “Especially for occasions like this. Use whichever. Sana and Namjoon always forget it, so it’s nice to have extra on hand. Kinda surprised you of all people forgot, though.”

He sighs, pulling out his preferred choice, and you turn in time to see him slathering himself up with it.

“Remember the job I told you about yesterday?”

“At Hanseu?”

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t supposed to transfer here until a month from now,” he explains. “But the company called me up, and told me they needed me to start as soon as possible, so last week I packed up what little I could and hopped on the first flight out. So, yeah. I’m a little out of sorts. I don’t have everything I need. Don’t have a way to really get around yet. And I’m stuck in an overly-priced cramped hotel.”

“Hence, the bike riding,” you say, gesturing to the fallen bike.

He looks back at the bike and grimaces. “Yeah, hence the bike.”

“Damn,” you say in sympathy, attempting (and failing) to not ogle Jungkook as he spreads the sunscreen across his toned arms, neck, face, legs. “Shouldn’t you have flown back this weekend?” you ask, your voice slightly high. “So you can pack and stuff?”

“Yeah, well.” He finishes lotioning up and motions for you to turn around. You do. “I had plans.”

“Plans?”

“Hiking,” he says simply, and you suddenly find yourself relieved that he’d turned you around to put the sunscreen back into your backpack, because otherwise he might have bared witness first to the startled look on your face, and then the slightly dopey smile that followed it.

“We could have rescheduled. I hike every Saturday morning,” you say, deceptively airy as your stomach does a flip.

Damn Jungkook’s ability to do that to you. Whether unwittingly or wittingly.

“Didn’t know how long the offer was good for,” he replies, and if you aren’t mistaken you detect... a note of bitterness in his tone.

Smile wiped from your face, you slowly turn to face him to find him closer than before. Far too close for your addled mind.

His dark eyes search your face, his expression falling at what he finds. “I don’t want…” He sighs, tussles his hair with one of his pretty hands as if it’ll shake the words he wants to say out. “I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he says. “Or make you regret this. I don’t want to make you regret reaching out to me, you know.”

Your stomach sinks unpleasantly. You hate this. This sullenness. Damp in the air, wet and sticky.

You decide you immediately want to wipe it all away.

So you muster up what feels like a pitiful smile, but in all your years as you, you know you are a master of falsification: your smile looks as genuine as can be, bright and friendly. “Really, Jeon. There’s no need to think that. If I didn’t want to hang out, I would have ducked for cover when I saw you. Made up an excuse to leave or something. I wouldn’t have invited you out if I didn’t want to.”

It seems it works, somewhat, for Jungkook puffs out a laugh, a slight light in his eye. “I doubt that, Blue. You could withstand hanging out with Mussolini if you really needed to.”

You blanch, a laugh bubbling up your throat. “Um, good thing I don’t need to do that?”

But Jungkook is never as good as you are as moving past things. You still note a weight of less-than-pleasantness on his shoulders. But his smile is soft.

“Blue,” he says, just as soft.

You swallow. “Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

You return his smile, but turn to face toward the trail, and as he falls into step beside you, you realize —

You’re glad Jungkook is back. And you’re going to do everything in your power to prevent him from leaving again.

Even if it hurts.

***********

8 years ago, Summer 1994.

It feels odd.

Adulthood.

True adulthood.

Freedom, unimpeded.

It feels weird and unusual and novel, having the freedom to come here. To this town. This town, with all its beauty, with all its sprawling, rolling hills littered with deep green evergreens. All its wide ravines with crisp and deep blue water splitting them, cliffs etched into the side of small mountains that afford one a view of such sights. All the waterfalls galore, all the large lakes for swimming and boating and more —

A place like this is perfect for a woman like you. A woman with a love for natural phenomena and exercise.

And you’re not just here to visit.

For the next four years, this town will be your home. You've chosen the university you will be attending because of the views. And now these views are basically your backyard.

It doesn’t feel like you're running from your past — only that you’re running to this beautiful new beginning.

You’ve only been here a few days, haven’t even started your college freshman year yet, and yet, you’re already falling in love with this place. And as you park your Jeep down at the bottom of Sangsaeng along with the other cars, possibly the other members of the hiking group you’re here to join, you only find yourself instantly more and more sure of your decision to come to this town..

And, gosh, these views are so pretty. The flora is such a startling emerald and the waters a pretty, deep—

“Blue?”

At first, the moniker doesn’t register, as it sounds more like a natural continuation of your admiring thoughts, so you simply keep walking, ready to meet with the rest of your university's hiking group. The other members mill about up ahead, and you’re determined to meet with them.

But then a boy moves into your field of vision.

You blink at him.

He jogs backwards, with a soft, unsure grin. It’s impossible to not immediately take notice of the toned musculature of his body and the way it contrasts with the soft roundness of his facial features. Round in a youthful way that doesn’t match with the rest of him, paired with eyes a thick, warm brown.

You raise a brow, never one to turn down a chance at conversation. Especially with someone who’s cute. Very cute.

“What’s good?”

“Blue,” he says again, as if insistent . “It is you!” His eyes seem to sparkle at this information.

“Why are you calling me that?” you ask with an arched brow. “Have we met?”

Disappointment passes over his features, and he frowns. “Were you really that drunk? You don’t remember?”

Your mouth opens in an ‘o’. Suddenly he does seem very familiar, if you switch out the t-shirt and compression shorts under the pair of loose gym shorts and sneakers for a black hoodie and blacker joggers, if you imagine his hair slicked back instead of damp and hanging in loose curls as they do now.

“You were at that party last night,” you deduce. “You look a little different, but I remember you.”

It was a fun party. Your first college party. You and your roommate, Joy, whom you had met that same day, had made the mutual decision to go, both new to town and eager to meet new people.

You’re glad you went. You’d had a lot of fun and met a good dozen new friends.

He shrugs. “I’m not really one for dressing up. This is more my element anyway.”

“I mean, me either. Jeon Jungkook, right?”

Jeon Jungkook was definitely your favorite ‘new friend’ from the party. He’d put up with you for a long while (more than you expected him to, honestly) and had been a lot of fun.

Jungkook’s grin grows impossibly wide. He has a pretty smile that takes over his whole face, making him appear so… cute. He’s cute! Like a puppy. “I’m surprised you remember my name.” He pauses, does a once-over of you before meeting your eye. “You never did give me yours, though.”

“Oh, you’re right, I didn’t.” You laugh to yourself, remembering the little game you and Joy had decided to play last night.

The mission: don’t give out your real names.

Not for any reason other than it seemed like it would be fun. Joy had proposed the idea because she wanted to ‘mess with people’ and you’d readily accepted because why not? She had actually picked Joy as her stand-in name herself. She’d explained her decision to you; her parents had always called her their little bundle of joy.

Honestly, the name had stuck. You even think about her by the nickname at this point.

And you? Well, you hadn’t chosen any name to give out in place of your real one. You hadn’t been able to figure out one that suited you (it’s not like you had any cute nicknames given by your parents), but what’s in a name, anyway? You only need something to call you by. And most people didn’t really care, to your knowledge. Which is very, very fuzzy knowledge. You may or may not have blacked out later in the night, leaving most of your memories to be very scant flashes.

You do remember Jungkook’s smile, though.

Well. Whatever. You wonder where this ‘Blue’ came from — maybe from Joy sometime later in the night, maybe someone else.

Maybe from this boy before you.

You’re curious about its origins.

“Well?” he asks, slightly impatient. “What is it?”

You pantomime your lips being zipped shut. “A secret. Honestly, I’m more concerned about why you’re calling me Blue.”

He lifts a brow, eyes scanning over you. Tongue prodding his cheek, he asks, “Isn’t it obvious?”

You look down at yourself, sport various shades of blue, but you paired it with black and gray, this time! And yesterday night, you hadn’t really unpacked anything yet, so you had just grabbed the clothes that were on top of your carry-on. It may not have been attire suited for a party, but no one seemed to care. Except Joy, who had declared your athleisure wear an affront to mankind.

You laugh. “Oh, yeah. I swear I don’t do it on purpose. I just don’t really like shopping, so I always grab the first thing off the rack that catches my eye. And it’s usually blue.”

“Hey, I don’t mind. You just wouldn’t tell me your name, so I had to come up with something. ‘Hey you, pretty girl in blue’ is just a mouthful.”

“So, Blue.” You turn it over on your tongue, skirting past his compliment deftly. “Aptly named, I think. I like it. Think I’ll keep it.”

He laughs in surprise, and you admire the way his eyes crinkle when he does. “Keep it?”

You nod, not expounding on your thought process. He doesn’t need to know the reasoning behind why you do what you do. No one does.

You’re determined to segue the conversation past the topic of names. So, you start walking forward again and ask, “I take it you like to hike, too?”

Jungkook blinks, gripping the handles of backpack tight, but he turns so he faces the same direction you do and falls into synchronized step beside you. “I like anything that keeps me active. I do love hiking specifically, though.” He looks around the both of you, taking in the view as you encroach on your, apparently, shared hiking group. “It’s just so...”

“Breathtaking.”

He smiles back at you. “Yeah, exactly that. What about you?”

“Same here,” you say. “I like to keep moving, whatever that entails. Hiking’s good for that.”

“Do you like to work out?”

“Uh, duh,” you say. “If I could work out for a living, I would.”

He looks at you like you’re insane . “I mean, I like working out, but… would you really do that for a living? Like, make a career out of it?”

You shrug. “I mean, I don’t know. I’m considering doing something like that for a living. Not become a pro athlete or anything, but maybe a P.E teacher, personal trainer, something. I’m definitely not suited for an office job, so.” You shrug. It’s weird for you to think so deeply about the future. Your main goals the past decade have been to get the hell out of your hometown, and get into college. You’ve done both those things. But where will you go from here? What’s your new goal? You won’t profess to have a clue. “I’ll see where life takes me.”

“Oh.” Jungkook seems to chew over that for a moment. “Are you a health sciences major?”

You nod. “You?”

“Honestly, I don’t know yet. I’m undecided.”

Interesting. As blasé as you are about the future, at least you have a major.

You don’t have the time to respond to that revelation, though, because you and Jungkook reach the rest of the hiking group, and a woman comes to you, the epitome of bubbly. “Are you two here to join the hiking club?”

“Yup!” you reply, equally as chirpily. “Where do we sign up?”

She extends the clipboard that was previously attached to her hip. “Sign your name and what year you are here,” she says, pointing to each spot, as if you’d get lost in your search for an empty spot to place your name.

She hands the clipboard to you first, and you write ‘Freshman’ in the year column, but stare for a few seconds too long before impulse takes over and you write a word down in the space next to it.

You hand the clipboard to Jungkook.

You watch as his eyes widen, a slow grin spreading across his face as he writes down his information below yours.

He hands the clipboard to the club manager and she does a quick glance over it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both, Jungkook and Blue,” she says. Jungkook’s eyes bore into the side of your head. “I’m Seeun. Why don’t you both come over to the rest of the group so we can discuss rules and make sure you both have everything you need?”

Gesturing you forward, she turns and walks away.

Slowly, you and Jungkook match each other’s steps as you follow behind her, and he breaks the short silence.

“You’re really going with Blue?”

You nudge him with your elbow and mirror his smile, but amplify. “I told you I liked it.”

He puffs out a laugh, shaking his head, but says nothing else.

Satisfied, you face forward and join the rest of the group — with Jungkook by your side. And though you hardly know him, you think you want to keep him by your side.

#jungkook #bts fic #bts fanfic #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #jjk #jungkook angst #jeon jungkook #cyclicism #cyc

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glorixuspurpose · 4 months

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Help.

Leon Kennedy x Black!Fem!Reader

A/N: finally did it yall

warnings: not much except canon-typical violence...and zombies. No swearing in this christian minecraft server!!! the ending is cringy as usual, aaaand reader also knows Chris Redfield(because I love him).

ao3 link here

Of course the one time you actually needed help from the police, or any kind of law enforcement, the line was dead.

‘It’s probably just because of the rain…’ You thought to yourself. Your car had stopped in pretty much the middle of nowhere(which was really just the outskirts of Raccoon City), and you managed to push the car to some gas station that was 200 feet away.

You got back in the driver’s seat, the door still open just in case someone decided to be a good samaritan(though you were pretty sure those didn’t exist anymore), and used your chunky “mobile” phone to try and call 911 again. Of course, the only answer you got was the dead ring from the other side. You would have paid for gas…if you had money. You only planned to drive to a family member’s house and back, with all of your gas.

You lightly tossed the phone to the passengers seat in defeat before getting back out of the car just to sadly lean on the car door.

“Is everything alright, ma’m?” You heard someone, supposedly a man, ask.

You turned your head, fully prepared to give some sarcastic remark to make them back off, until you actually saw him.

There was no doubt that he was quite handsome, with his strong, but soft features and his ash blond hair, and you were hoping that he knew something about cars.

“Uh, not exactly. My car stopped like, two hundred feet back, and I had to push it here. Unfortunately, I didn’t bring my wallet, or any cash for that matter, and I’m pretty sure no one is inside.”

He raised his eyebrows, almost in an “I’m sorry I asked” manner, before shoving his hands in his front pockets and looked towards the store.

“I could look for you…if you want.” He asked timidly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“We should probably just go together, I would feel kinda guilty if you got killed or something in there ‘cause of me.”

Your remark seemed to get a soft chuckle out of him.

“Hopefully I wouldn’t go down too easily..if there were danger in there. I am a police officer after all.” You sighed heavier than expected out of relief, but quickly regained your composure. After all, it’s the 90’s. How much sense would it make for a white male cop and a black female to be together in the middle of nowhere with dead powerlines?

You two walked up to the entrance, but quickly stopped. “Are you sure about this?” He asked you, his tone laced with worry.

“Yeah, totally. Let me just…” You started jogging in place for a second, trying to hype yourself up, before quickly realizing how stupid you looked.

“Sorry…I was trying to get amped up.” Now it was your turn to be timid.

He laughed. “It’s fine.”

It took a strong pull on the door handle for it to open, but you two finally managed to get inside. There wasn’t a single light on in the place, and there was a strong sweet-but-disgusting smell. You looked over at the male, to see if he was smelling the same thing, just to see him making an adorable disgusted face.

“Wait,” You said, putting your hand in front of him.

“What? Is there danger?” You shook your head, even though you really had no idea.

“What’s your name? In case I do need help.”

“Leon. Leon Kennedy.” He held his hand out for you to shake, and you gladly accepted.

“Y/N L/N.”

“Eugh…” He said under his breath. “You smell that too?”

You silently nodded, before seeing him start to walk the other way, most likely trying to figure out where the smell is coming from. You grabbed him by the wrist, trying to stop him. “Have you seen a single horror movie? Don’t split up!”

He rubbed the back of his neck again. “Sorry. We’ve been in here a while, and we still haven’t found out if anyone was here.”

Absent-mindedly, you yelled: “Hello? Is anyone here?”

Both of you stayed still, hoping for a response, but got nothing in response except for a pained groan. You two quickly looked at each other, as if saying “Should we go check it out?” Before going on to do so.

You two ended up finding a man sitting against the wall, with many gashes on his body.

“Holy crap…” You said to yourself. “Do you need help?” You asked, before mentally facepalming. Of course that poor man needed help, but still, all he did was groan.

You and Leon looked at each other once more, then stood up from your kneeling position.

“We should call for help. I take it neither of us have any idea what to do..” Leon suggeste, but you vigorously shook your head.

“We should, but we can’t. The lines are dead. I’m lucky you showed up, because I’ve tried for hours.”

Leon sighed. “We can’t just leave him here!”

You warily kneeled back down and pressed two fingers to the man’s neck. He was barely breathing, and his heart seemed to be going five beats per minute.

You stood back up. “He’s pretty much on the verge of death. That might be the only option. Come on…” You told him, gently grabbing his wrist again to lead him out, as if he were in shock.

“What now?” He asked as you two stood outside.

“Could you give me a ride?”

“What about your car?”

“It’s a piece of junk anyways. I just need to get a few things.”

He scratched his head, then looked back at his car. “I guess I could do that. I can’t just leave you like that man. I’ll…go start it.” He answered, before awkwardly jogging off to the car, leaving you the privacy to go grab your things.

After taking everything you needed, you hopped into the passenger seat of his car.

“So,” He started, hands on the wheel. “Where too?”

“The station, I guess. Maybe I could reach someone there.”

He pulled the car out of the parking lot.

“Not to pry…but who?”

You shook your head, like the topic wasn’t that important, which it really wasn’t. “Just someone I used to work with.”

Leon nodded. “I was thinking about heading there too. I guess it was a sign. I was seeing if I could reach someone too, I’m looking for him.”

You lifted your head off your hand. “Not to pry,” You started, sort of mimicking him. “But who?” Another chuckle.

“Some guy named Chris Redfield.”

You whipped your head towards him.

“That’s who I was trying to reach!”

“Jeez, just coincidence after coincidence. Would you happen to know where he is?”

You leaned back. “Nope. We aren’t super close. I’m closer to his sister, Claire.”

Leon nodded. “We should be close to the station now.” He told you as you two reached the city.

“Why are there so many people out there?” You rhetorically asked, looking out the window, until one tried to jump right at you, which made you thank every existing god that there was a window to keep the contact from happening.

“Wait…are those…zombies?!” You yelped.

It was about to be a long night.

A/N: kinda feeling like i want to do a prequel(-ish) to this where Chris and reader meet? idk lmk if you would want one :p

#leon kennedy x black!reader #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x black!reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil 2 #leon kennedy

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revryebread · 6 days

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Marn's timeloop 90s infinity train teens au has infected me

“What are you even looking at?”

Audrey’s elbow knocks Al back into the world- the sound of cars underneath the train platform, a disembodied voice giving times for arrival that are slowly getting delayed- the repetition of it was hard to keep your focus on. He looks to the grunge girl sitting on the bench beside him and he tries to muster his most certain voice. “I’m not looking at anything!”

It’s not hard to see through it, the way his voice cracks, and his eyes look wide like a cat having been caught with a paw in a fishbowl- Audrey levels her gaze at him and raises and eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”

To someone less used to her, Audrey’s tone would be read as angry or bitter, but it’s been weeks since they first met on the train, and the two of them had been going loop after loop with each other. It was more fun than having the same conversation with your brother every day through instant messages.

But even though she wasn’t trying to bully him, Al blushes and tries to hide his face, Audrey gives up on waiting for him to answer and looks across the train platform. It takes her a second, but eventually she clocks it. “Her?” She raises her hand to point at the blonde girl on the other side of the tracks and Al jumps at least a foot in the air. He jerks her arm down with both hands and spins in front of Audrey, who is now cackling to herself as her beat red friend hopes they aren’t causing too much of a commotion.

“Relax dude- she’ll forget when she goes to bed tonight.” Audrey says between cackles, and Alphonse can’t refute it. She’s right- that girl isn’t in the loop. Any embarrassment from this is fleeting, right? “Do you know her?” Audrey pulls Al out of thought again, and he looks past her at the reflection of the girl in a metal wind cover. “No- I. I’ve seen her around the past couple days. She must work around here or something.”

The girl across the way is standing with a bag over her shoulder, long blonde hair and- Al’s not a fashion person, but he can tell that this is a curated outfit. A longer jacket, a colorful pop of color from a beanie, how was he NOT supposed to look at her? It was also evident that this girl was looking for something, like she’s canvasing the area. Everyone else is in their own world but she’s clearly trying to take everything in.

For a moment, Al thinks he can see her looking directly back at him through the reflection and blushes, looking away from her and at Audrey, who is looking at him in the way that someone would look at a dog that thinks it can’t get off the couch.

“Why don’t you talk to her?” Al can feel his head shaking no before she can finish her sentence, and Audrey stares him down. “If you don’t I will. Dude, what’s the worst that could happen?” Al scratches the back of his head and tries to stall, feeling his heart in his throat and his face turning red. “Come on Audrey- I don’t know if that’s- If this is a good idea. How would I even get over there before the train comes?”

Audrey pinches the bridge of her nose, and the thermal lamp above them turns on to start warming the waiting area. She looks up with a grin as Al stammers out excuses. “You’re right, you probably won’t be able to get over there.” and she pushes past him, cupping her hands around her mouth and yelling.

“Hey!” Al considers throwing himself over the yellow line and into the path of the train. “Blonde girl!”

She jerks her head up, putting a foot back behind her as if expecting an attack, everyone on the train turns and looks at Audrey, and then at Rachel on the other side of the tracks. Al’s face was buried behind his hands- he hoped his gloves covered him enough that no one would see him.

Audrey holds out a hand towards Al, calling direct attention to him. “My friend here thinks your cute but he’s scared to go over there- Meet him for coffee tomorrow?” He wants to melt into the pavement, disappear entirely. He’s not sure if the girl is blushing or if the cold was hitting her face as much as his.

It felt like he was standing there forever, every eye on the two of them, and finally the girl starts to open her mouth and respond, but

Trains now arriving. Doors open on the left at Belmont.

A train blocks her from his vision, and Al pulls his hat down over his eyes and rushes forward to push onto the train. Audrey following behind him with a huge shit eating grin, she rushes to the other window and looks through, but another train has come on the far side, and the mess of people has made it impossible to see her anymore.

She turns to see Al giving her the angriest look she’s ever seen. “Audrey that was not ok.” She rolls her eyes- “it’s fine. She says yes, oh no there is no tomorrow for her, she says no, same hat. You lose nothing.” Her arguments weren’t convincing, and they ride in silence for a little bit as Al tries to replay the scene in his head.

He tries to remember her face, and the way her mouth was moving when she was responding- was that an ok? Was that a fuck off? What was she going to say? What does it matter anyway, when they’re trapped in this stupid fucking loop? Should he try earnestly tomorrow?

The next day, when the two of them come to the stop again at Audrey’s behest, Rachel is standing on their side of the tracks, and waves- a green number reflecting on her palm.

Al feels like he’s going to throw up.

#infinity train #marn 90s timeloop au #alphonse elric #audrey jensen #rachel berenson #bearhands

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genderfluid-insomniac · 2 years

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Can I request tighnari with chubby a s/o who is really insecure about their body that they were a heavy winter jacket no matter what?

Just comfort headcanons. I've been feeling really insecure and this cold i have is making me feel worse

tighnari with chubby a s/o who is really insecure

Tighnari

“Y/N! It’s almost 90 out and very humid, you better take off that coat or so help me I will leave you in the middle of Chinvat Ravine.” Ever since spring had sprung in Avidya forest people in Sumeru had been wearing less and less clothing since the heat had been unbearably hot but you were less than happy about that.

You’d give anything to go back to cool weather where you could dress in oversized clothing and hide your plush figure that you hated, even thought your boyfriend had never said anything insulting you and consistently said that he loved your body no matter what it looked like. Unfortunately your mind didn’t give up so easily and you had gone even further into trying to hide your body from anyone and yourself by wearing winter clothing or coats even in the dead of summer in the humid forests.

Tighnari noticed almost immediately and originally thought you had come down with something, asking what had interacted with that day before finding nothing wrong and questioned you on your strange behavior. This happened rapidly with your lover stating that he loves every in of you and although your insecurities are valid you shouldn’t let them control your life.

All of that had happened in the past couple of days and it was only causing more stress for the both of you, neither of you budging and leading you to this current moment. You volunteered to go on a patrol with him and he objected saying you weren’t prepped for it unless you were willing to part with the heavy jacket you had on because it would cause you to pass out if you got heat exhaustion.

His ears twitched as he groaned and walked up in front of you, taking both of your hands and bringing them to his lips for a kiss. “Your body is perfect no matter what you think and I will prove that no matter what I have to do.” You pouted knowing he wasn’t going to give up and slowly took off the coat, burying the urge to take it back when the fox boy snatched it away and wrapped your arms around your torso.

“Well since it’s such a hot day out why don’t we go check up on the nearby rivers to make sure nothings contaminating the water and we can even go for a swim! Not to worry you can remain clothed if you wish but I’m going to soak my tail.” Slowly but surely you’d become more confident in your body, even if it took all summer.

#tighnari x reader #tighnari #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #sumeru x reader #sumeru

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brooooswriting · 2 years

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omg i love your stories i see other people requesting so thought i’d request one too can be natasha or wanda doesn’t matter but one where they are hanging out in the compound and someone makes a comment towards reader like as a joke and it makes reader insecure and sad and nat or wanda just laugh thinking it’s a joke and you wouldn’t be hurt by it not knowing the affect it had on you and you’re hurt they laughed thinking what was said about you is true until later they catch you crying and if it’s wanda she like reads your negative thoughts cause they’re so loud or if it’s nat she catches you looking at yourself or something and they fix it and explain and it’s just sadness at first then ends with soft fluff im in need of something sad then happy lol sorry it’s so long

Oh darling

Your day had been crap, school took over 90% of your time and to make it worse you fucked up your biology exam. You made your way into the compound and let yourself fall on the couch next to Wanda. “You alright?” She asked as she took her eyes off of the sitcom. “Yeah, long day” you said before snuggling further into her and the couch.

Something about watching sitcoms with Wanda made you feel at home, like nothing could hurt you and everything was alright. She made you feel at home.

You guys were watching for over 2 hours when Tony and Bruce came in. “Wow you guys are still sitting here?” Tony laughed before adding “I have to do that with pepper too”. You and Wanda laughed after she paused the show.

“Y/N, I’ve heard you got a bad grade on your biology exam. We can be lucky you don’t wanna be a doctor like the rest of you family huh?” He laughed, just like Wanda and Tony.

To them it seemed like a funny joke as you always told them that you’d never want to be a doctor but to you it was a punch in the face. Sure, you never wanted to be a doctor and you never wanted to be like your family but it was something they always complained about. It was always like you weren’t good enough, you weren’t smart enough, you weren’t studying enough it was never enough and that hurt.

You forced out a chuckle before standing up making Wanda look up at you. “Hey, where are you going?” She asked, she definitely felt your mood swift but didn’t think about it too much. “To my room, I still have some stuff to do” you answered before disappearing.

So you sat in your room studying the rest of the day. You were scared that you weren’t going to be enough for them, that in the end they’d think about you the way your family did. You were easy to replace as you didn’t have any special powers.

It was late and you’ve been studying for over 3 hours when it knocked on your door and Steve came in. “Hello Y/n, it’s time for dinner, Wanda cooked your favourite” he smiled at you and you smiled back but you realized you didn’t have time to eat. You should be studying. “That’s nice but I’m not hungry. Thanks though.” You turned back to your block which made Steve leave again.

“Steve, where’s Y/n?” Wanda asked when she saw him come down without you. “She said she isn’t hungry and she was studying so I left her alone” he answered as he sat down next to Bucky. Bruce noticed Wanda’s concerned look and said “It’s good. She should be studying more, you know? Keep her grades up she will graduate soon.”

Wanda was more then concerned when you didn’t come down and when she didn’t see you the next day and the day after that it got even worse.

So she decided to walk past your room and she was shocked. She could hear you negative thoughts even if she didn’t want to. They were so loud that they forced themselves into her head and they repeated themselves. ‘I am worthless’, ‘I’m not good enough for them’, ‘they don’t want you if you fuck this up’ and worse.

A soft knock was heard and you just grumbled. You didn’t even look up when Wanda came inside. “Hey sweetie” she said as she walked closer. Your room was only lit up by a small desk lamp and the floor and your desk were full with papers and books. “Hi” you underlined the sentence before shortly glancing up at her. “How can I help you?” You asked.

“We should talk” she answered standing next to you. You only mumbled a hm before scribbling something down. “How long have you been studying?” She asked you but honestly you lost track of time so you only shrugged.

You only really looked at her when she pulled your chair away from the desk and stood in front of it. “Wans, what are you doing? I gotta study.” You complained trying to push her away. “No you gotta sleep or you’ll get ill” you could clearly see the concern but you would rather concern her than being not good enough for her.

And again your thoughts pushed themselves into her head. “You will always be enough. Not just for me but for all of us and you are not replaceable. You are what holds us together and we never want you to leave. We want you to be happy and right now you’re clearly not” she reassured you.

The moment she wrapped you in a hug you lost it and started sobbing. Wanda wasn’t much older than you, she was barely 19, so she knew how hard school could be and that in addition to your family was terrible.

“Oh darling, come on let’s go to bed.” She whispered into your ear and tried to get you up but you didn’t. “No, I gotta do this. I’m fine” you insisted making her sigh. “No you’re not Y/n and it hurts to know that you’re not. I love you and I’ll not tolerate you destroying yourself just because of your grades. In addition to that I haven’t seen you for like three days and I miss you and cuddling. So move your ass into this bed so I can cuddle you” she was energetic and you knew that she meant said.

When you still didn’t move she picked you up and placed you onto the bed before cuddling into your side. You pulled her into you and placed a soft kiss on her lips, you couldn’t deny that you missed her. “I’m sorry for not coming to see you” you whispered into her hair while rubbing her back. “It’s okay, you’re fine. And you’re enough, I’m sorry I didn’t make you feel like it. Just because your family wasn’t smart enough to realize that it doesn’t mean that you aren’t. We all love you!” She said as she placed kisses all over your face causing you to giggle.

“And tomorrow we will find a healthier way for you to study darling” she said sternly so you nodded and kissed her again.

“I love you witchy “ you said between small kisses. “I love you too”

And she did. She helped you find a way to learn in a healthy matter in which the team was heavily involved. Steve helped you with history, Tony and Bruce with math and science and Nat and Wands helped you with English.

Wanda was always gonna be there for you no matter what you were insecure about.

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This is my first Wanda x reader and I hope you like this. Keep leaving requests please :)

So I always made fun of people who fell in love with their straight best friend or something like that and guess who got karma for that :/ but I thought about making a story out of that. What do you guys think about that? Not quite sure if happy ending or not.

Well have a nice day everybody

#reader insert #marvel #marvel x you #marvel x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you

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americangirlstar · 1 year

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K so Nicki2 and Isabel have leaked and I hate their designs but like. earlier today I texted a friend some thoughts on them and I’m just gonna copypaste it here and edit it slightly to fit blog post format

Okay so. Pessimistic prediction, but I think these dolls are going to go over the worst with collectors/long-time fans. Not only are they pulling a Tenney and usurping a doll of color’s year, they’re dropping before Claudie’s second book is even out, before Kavi’s FIRST book is even out, AND are white in a time period where it would be insanely easy to put in dolls of color. AND reusing names? Hoo boi.

I don’t know how well they’ll go over with general audiences cause I’m sure the 90s nostalgia will sell but. Will it sell THAT well? As well as the fact that with the leaks I can now say the dolls look incredibly generic AT BEST. I babysit two girls in the AG target range who are actually like. The ideal AG targets. The oldest is obsessed with Kaya and wants to get all her historically-accurate accessories and her sister is obsessed with the Truly Me dolls with multicolored hair. I don’t see the oldest being really into Y2K dolls with no books (yet) and the youngest would just think they look boring compared to her JLY119. They just look bland as fuck, especially Isabel, ESPECIALLY after how poor Kira selled. They’re also coming with journals and not books and I can tell you from the instagram section of some Kavi posts, parents will NOT be thrilled about that.

This is literally the only time I have had NO hype for a new doll. Even with the disappointment of Courtney’s blonde whiteness I was still hyped to see her collection, these dolls just feel meh at best. Like they couldn’t even make them biracial? If they have to be white at least make them look interesting, I said this before with Courtney and Kira but there are ways to make white dolls look good. Joss is white but looks completely different from the other brunette dolls, for instance. Blaire is ginger but looks different from Felicity and Mia. They don’t have any white dolls with black hair yet, they don’t have any with significant birthmarks. They’re just bland white girls who look like AG just pulled them from the JLY line cause they were scared Claudie and Kavi wouldn’t sell and needed some whities to fall back on.

Instituting a ban on blondes after this. AG gets a 40 year timeout from blondes.

#american girl #negativity #american girl dolls #american girls #nicki hoffman #isabel hoffman #1999 #mine

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ladylannisterxo · 2 years

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💌 - “If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?” with eddie pls angel <3

Heyyy Sav!! Thanks for sending this in, I had a blast writing this one! Also, turns out, I'm not very concise - can't write just a blurb to save my life so have a little over 1k words adjakdaks also, this got a teeny bit angsty but not much, it's a happy ending!

Pairings; Eddie Munson x fem!Reader Prompt # 90; "If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?" Words; 1k Warnings; A little bit of angst but mostly pure fluff!

The roller rink was packed and Eddie would rather be anywhere else in the world. He’s not sure why he let you talk him into coming here but then again, he really wanted that second date. His fingers are laced with your own and when he glances over at you, he can’t help but smile because you already look like you’re having the time of your life and you haven’t even started skating yet.

“This is gonna be so fun,” you squeal, pulling him along behind you as you head over to purchase the two of you skates, “thanks for coming out here with me, you’re sure you don’t mind this?”

“A lot of people here, sweetheart,” he says offhandedly, eyes darting around the room.

Eddie recognizes a number of familiar faces from Hawkins High and his mood immediately dampens because he sticks out like a sore thumb. He’s certain that within minutes, these posers will feel the shift in the air and know that the freak has arrived. He grips your hand just a little tighter.

After lacing up your skates, you roll over to the entryway to the rink and turn back to him with a beaming smile. “Ready?!”

Your smile is dazzling and it makes his heart skip in his chest but he can feel eyes on him now and, fuck, he knew this was a bad idea. Your beautiful smile starts to dim as you follow the places his eyes land on and you know he’s having second thoughts about this. You drop his hand, skating backward until you’re out on the rink and he’s left standing at the entryway, gaping at the lost contact.

“If you think I give a shit about what any of these people think then maybe this isn’t gonna work out,” you state, granting him a soft shrug, “come find me if you change your mind.”

With that, you skate off, getting lost in the crowd as he stares after you dumbly, knowing full well you just skated away with his heart in hand. He groans inwardly as he slides out onto the rink, gripping the wall for support. He never mentioned to you that he didn’t know how to skate very well but he really really wanted this second date. After a moment, he finally locates you, carefree and getting lost in the music and you’re so beautiful it hurts. Eddie takes a breath and pushes off from the wall, managing to catch your arm before you get too far away but also losing balance and taking you both down to the hard floor.

“Sorry!” He exclaims. “Shit, fuck, I’m so sorry, sweetheart!”

After some awkward fumbling and a few more close calls with tumbling right back down to the floor, you both manage to remain on your feet, his hands resting on your arms for support. Worry is etched across every part of his handsome face and he’s positive he’s screwed this up even more than he already has. But you… you’re laughing, actually laughing, shaking so hard with it that it almost causes you to lose your footing.

“You didn’t have to take me to the ground to get my attention,” you say in between fits of giggles.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, he doesn’t really know what else to say.

You sober up then, taking a moment to really admire the boy standing in front of you. He’s nervous, you can feel how tense he is in the way he grips your arms. His hair is a mess from the fall and you reach out to brush a few strands of it out of his eyes. His eyes follow the movement, wide and dazzling, and you know deep down inside that this boy right here is the one for you. Glancing around the room, you spot a few people you know from school and wave at them, not caring in the slightest about how they feel about who you spend your time with.

“Eddie—”

“You’re right,” he blurts out, cutting you off. “You’re so right, you’re always right. You’re just… you’re so perfect and beautiful and smart and you’re everything that I’m not and fuck, I really just wanted to go on this date with you and I thought it wouldn’t matter where we went as long as we were together but then we got here and there were all these people that we knew and I… I don’t know, I just realized that I don’t want to be the one that wrecks your life or ends up causing you to miss out on someone better or—”

“Eddie, stop!” You yell, halting his rambling. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I care about what you think because I care about you, I want to spend more time with you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really! You’re Eddie Munson, rockstar and Dungeon Master extraordinaire! You’re so cool!” Eddie shakes his head in embarrassment, ducking his head to hide from your gaze. “And even though this second date started off rocky, I’d really like to go on a third date. If that's… cool with you?”

“Yes,” he says automatically and then slower, more flippant, “yeah, ‘course.”

“Okay, good, but I’m gonna want something first,” you tease, fingers dancing up his chest.

“Name it.”

“If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?”

The smile you give him is soft and warm and inviting and Eddie moves his eyes past you to see curious onlookers he knows all too well pointing and whispering and it makes his heart seize in his chest. But then your hand is caressing his cheek softly, pulling his focus back to you and suddenly, nothing else matters because you’re here and you like him, actually want him… and, well, he really wants that third date.

He captures your lips instantly, getting lost in the feeling of your soft lips against his. Everything else fades away—every person, every sound, every fear—there’s nothing but you and him in this moment and it’s perfect. You slide forward effortlessly, winding your arms around his neck as he pulls you flush against him. The kiss deepens, people keep staring, and neither of you dare to care.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things #writing by 's'#1k follower celebration with 's'

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topazshadowwolf · 8 months

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Single Dad Appeal

It's that time again! GO VOTE! I am sad I didn't get to vote for Dust. It seems like I never get to vote for my favorite boy as he always loses by the time I find the polls he's in. At least I got to vote for Nightmare, though currently, Horror is winning...

I wasn't going to do this but... here we go.... maybe it will be just this one. I just couldn't help it... as just looking at the poll made me think of this story...

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“Dust!” Nightmare snapped, getting the other skeleton’s attention from his book.

“yeah, boss?” Dust looked up lazily, a feeling of confusion coming from him. To be expected, Nightmare rarely snaps at any of them without them doing anything.

“How is it that you lost to Fresh?” Nightmare asked as he set down the laptop. “Everyone else made it past round one, but you lost to that ’90s walking disaster,” That caused Nightmare to frown.

“you said it yourself last time, nightmare. these things are a popularity contest. compared to that ‘’90s disaster,’ i’m not that popular,” Dust turned his attention back to his book. “doubt i’m that popular compared to most of those guys. and to top it off, i don’t care.”

That caused Nightmare to frown, and he folded his arms as he looked at Dust. Well, not this time, but perhaps he can get past the first round next time. Nightmare then sighed heavily and then looked back down at the laptop. “Horror is currently winning against me. There is still lots of time, though. While I would love to see myself win to see the look on my brother’s face when he realizes I am more attractive to the masses than he is, it would do Horror good to be acknowledged.”

Just as it would Dust, who seemed set on believing no one beyond the skeletons in this castle like him. It didn’t help that the universe seemed set on proving that myth correct. Nightmare had paid little attention to any other polls, but in the few he had seen, Dust rarely made it past the first round.

“so, you’re not going to campaign?” Dust asked.

“Of course I am,” Nightmare grinned, “Horror will have to earn the right to win against me. But either way, I will be happy.” He then frowned as he glared at the screen. “Though I would be happier of that glitch had been knocked out during round one. Seriously, I do not see the appeal. Do these mortals not understand that there would be no multiverse if Error had his way.”

“nah, s’not that boss,” Dust then looked back up from his book. “they like man babies. the more immature and stupid error is, the more they swoon for him.”

“is that it?” Nightmare frowned and then looked back at the screen.

“yeah, boss,” Dust then got a cheeky grin, “you know, this book was not as interesting as i thought it would be. want help with that campaign? between killer and i, i’m sure we can make those voting see you can be just as childish.”

“Absolutely not,” Nightmare frowned, “I will not lower my dignity to his standards. If I win, I will win my way.”

“if you say so,” Dust shrugged. “besides, i think you got enough of that… single… uh…” Dust paused and then cleared his nonexistent throat. “never mind.”

“No, now I’m curious,” Nightmare grinned, watching Dust grow more uncomfortable by the second as he waited for Dust to finish his statement.

“he was going to say you have single dad appeal,” Killer answered for Dust from the doorway.

“I have what?” Nightmare blinked.

“look, boss,” Killer started walking into the library, “it’s like this. the internet loooves the idea of someone being a group's mom or dad friend. and as the guy in charge, and literally taking care of the four of us, that makes you the dad of this little group. since we don’t have a mom, that makes you the single dad of four chaos gremlins. add in the tired look you get when we are at our most chaotic, and the internet will adore you!”

“the internet eats that stuff up,” Dust added.

“They do?” Nightmare said quietly before looking between them.

“yeah, boss, make that your campaign!” Killer said with a large grin.

“Would that not be awkward for you four? To have me going around, declaring myself as… your parental figure?” Nightmare inquired, feeling… unsure of how he feels about this.

“nope! since i’ll get to call you dad!” Killer beamed. Ah, this was a new game for him, it seems.

“I do not think that would be appropriate,” Nightmare frowned, though… maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

“you should let him call you dad, at least during this,” Dust said. “the voters would love it.”

“What about you?” Nightmare questioned as he looked at Dust. The shortest started hunkering down in his chair, which was an amusing reaction. “If we are committing to this, then you do so as well.”

“i guess,” Dust muttered.

“Alright then, during the course of time that I am still within this contest, I shall accent this… fatherly nature that I have been accused of having,” Nightmare stated as he picked up his laptop. He will have to wish Horror luck and declare to him and Cross that they are his sons for now. That will be… odd and yet satisfying. It’s a good thing Reaper is not here currently, as he would find it overly amusing, that is for sure.

#Dadmare enters #Seriously #if you see a poll with Dust in it #let me know #I would like to vote for him for once #Well #Go vote and enjoy the short story!#Nightmare!sans #Nightmare sweep #poll 2023 fic #Dust!sans #Killer!Sans

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rebel-at-heart713 · 10 months

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So I just watched Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves. (Rented from Redbox)

It was good and I really liked it. If I could just change one thing it would be this. Spoilers I guess but it’s been out on DVD for a bit.

I think it would’ve been hilarious, if at some point there something like this happened….I’m not sure where, but somewhere before something ridiculous happens, like when Doric changed into the owlbear and smashed Sofina around. There’s a zoom in on Doric and she says, “I Hulk Smash Sofina into the ground.” and there’s just a disembodied voice that says, “pardon?”

Cut Away gag. 5 random big name actors sit around the table, I’m talking like Ryan Reynolds, Matt Damon, Natasha Lyonne, Anne Hawthaway and like Brad Pitt are sitting around a table. (Sort of think how in the later Thor movies Matt Damon is playing the actor playing Loki just cause cameos. Pick and choose who it is but I really like especially Ryan and Natasha as I think they’d both have fun)

Natasha: “what? I grab Sofina and just smash her into the ground repeatedly like Hulk did to Loki in Avengers.

Ryan (who I picture is playing Ed): “that would be funny”

Brad (disgruntled DM) “don’t encourage her, by the Anne roll a D20”

Anne: “wait, why?” *rolls* “4,”

Brad: “okay we’ll get back to that,”

Natasha: “I rolled a 19 on my strength check, plus I get a +4 in owlbear shape”

Matt and Ryan: “Hulk Smash Hulk Smash Hulk Smash”

Brad: “okay fine”

Cuts back to the movie as normal.

Then maybe change the mid-credit scene. As much as I found of funny, change it to this.

Cuts back to the table.

Brad: “okay I think that wraps up this session. Should we end the campaign here or should we find another quest?”

Matt: “I’m not giving up my character. I just got some killer artifacts.”

Natasha: “yeah I love my Druid”

Anne: “it would suck to stop here after we wasted the stone on me. If we were going to stop my character might as well have stayed dead.”

Brad: “okay next session, how does Monday night work?”

Matt: “I can’t, I have a late shift,”

Brad: “okay Tuesday?”

Natasha; “I work at 5am on Wednesday, I can’t stay out too late.”

Brad: “so Wednesday night will be out too cause you’ll be out by 9. Thursday?”

Anne: “Date Night,”

Brad: “Friday?”

Ryan: “My daughter has a dance recital,”

Brad: “and my in-laws are coming on Saturday through Wednesday morning for 4th of July on Tuesday”

Cuts back to the credits but you continue hearing them in the background instead of music for another 90 seconds trying to find a date. The music fades back in before one is decided.

I just think it would have been really funny. I get that in the middle of the movie it might take away from the whole one dying and the sacrifice Ed makes for choosing not to revive is wife and reviving Holga instead (which by the way got major Onward vibes from that. The whole “I never had a dad but I always had you.” Sort of being Kira never had a mom but always had Holga) if we know they aren’t real, but I really feel it would have really made it a D&D movie having actual dice gags and the whole not being able to plan a session.

Anyways, good fun movie. Might buy it so I can watch it again. I could totally see in the movie parts that were totally crit fail and successes.

I’m thinking seeing the trailers made me really finalize wanting to play it. I do a small campaign with one other person who plays a character and DMs and we have a lot of fun.

Anyways, sorry for the long post. But that’s what I thought.

#dungeons and dungeons #D&D #d&d honor among thieves #dungeons and dragons honor among thieves #spoilers #d&d honor among thieves spoilers

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outivv · 2 years

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hii, may i req zhongli, kaeya, diluc and childe with reader or s/o who's carefree and childlike? like, they're easily amused, literally has a good sense of humour and laughs at anything

you may reduce some character but since i have a dilemma kaeya and zhongli, please let these two stay ◕ ‿ ◕ °

but, the thing is — if you feel like accepting this request then please follow these rules :

don't push yourself

don't write at 3am, get (?) sleep as many as possible

stay hydrated 💧

stay hydrated ⛲

stay hydrated 🌊

water is important for humans' body ✍

if you follow these rules then have a strawberry as a reward,

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if you don't then i have the every rights to take it back

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have a nice day/night!

Synopsis: childlike, and excited s/o

Warnings: not proofread

Game/ fandom: genshin impact

Characters: zhongli, kaeya, and Diluc

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hello hello! That’s a long list of rules but I’m 90% sure I followed them all >:D! I haven’t answered a request in a while, and I do apologize it took so long to get to this one, but I really enjoyed writing this! Hope you enjoy, and stay hydrated yourself >:O!

— zhongli —

I think he enjoys your eagerness, and overall joy that you bring to his life. He really enjoys having you around, even before he realized he had feelings for you.

Zhongli doesn’t laugh often, but when he does it’s because of you. He always laughs with you, and it’s always a genuine and hearty laugh. It’s somewhat amusing how you can make the man who always seems so stone faced, let out the biggest and most genuine laugh you’ve ever heard.

He lovessss when you ask him something with genuine enthusiasm and curiosity. He gets to talk for a while (zhongli is truly someone who likes the sound of his own voice), and you get to learn something new. It’s a win-win!

He can get a little nervous with how carefree you are. Zhongli is very logical, and down to earth, so he sometimes doesn’t understand just how you can be so carefree? He admires it, but will occasionally have to be the voice of reason :’)

— Kaeya —

You both probably piss people off. Cause on one hand, you have the carefree sweetheart, and on the other you have the smug and secretly rather logical bastard.

The like… energy you both bring with you is so… astonishing???? Like kaeya by himself already brings a rather interesting vibe with him, but you two together??? The room will be rolling on the floor laughing, and having the best time hanging out with you both.

Kaeya really likes teasing you, I mean he would like teasing you regardless of your characteristics, but now??? You’re so eager, and then quickly turn bashful just by kaeya teasing you. It’s hilarious to him.

— Diluc —

Dawn winery will never be the same without you there. You really bring the kind of energy that dawn winery was missing, and Diluc can never go back to the way it was before you. You once left for a trip to sumeru to visit some friends who are currently studying at the Academia. Diluc was like a sad dog waiting for their owner to come home from work. He quite literally, cannot live without you.

You seem so interested in everything, and ask him a fair amount of questions about the wine making business. Which he thinks is nice but- OUT OF EVERYTHING YOU COUKD ASK HIM YOU ASK HIM ABOUT WINE :’)

Probably asks you to go to angels share when he has to work with him a lot. Not you also working, but you sitting at the bar, just talking with him. It really does make his shift sooooo much better. And people like kaeya or venti a little more tolerable.

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clarks-letterman · 4 months

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Wally anon: You get it. 👍 He's gonna be hard & needy just from the sight of it (verse!Wally >>>> you know. he'd be making the loudest sounds with you eating him out in this specific scenario cause he already loves it, but this just takes it to thenext level for him). Oh, for sure. He's already bent over & being loud about the attention you're giving his hole. Filling him up is just the natural conclusion for him cause he needs. it. Well, he didn't lie about it having the most icing dhdhd. 🤭 (And his immediate thought is that he wants you to suck his dick clean of all of that blue. 🥴)

Absolutely agreed. He is the most ancient Gen Xer in this department specifically cause he already wasn't a huge tech guy when he was alive cause football & all that, but seeing how. far things have come since then makes him be like, "Yeah, I haven't been dead long enough for this." He probably even misses those huge, boxy 90s comps cause he had just. gotten the hang of them not long before the school replaced them. 😭 But, yeah, lotssss of printer ink used on showing him all kindsa new things.

Heard that @ desperate. Even though I'm a relatively "newer" fan (because of the limited material), I can't get enough. 🫠 That makes sense @ it being his biggest "small" role. He's definitely on his way up from smaller ep stints. 🙌 Hmm, can't help but think that it sounds like there's fic potential in this Josh going to multiple lengths to pick up guys. 🤔 We'll just have to manifest future edgy roles for him. I know ~earnest~ is more in his wheelhouse from what I've seen of him so far, but he obviously has the potential to tap into more (even though I'm glad he'll be in the sequel, very. much missed opportunity to make Ryan the killer in Thanks cause you could just FEEL it being a possibility under the surface).

And him being sprawled out just makes it easier for him to take up space so that you have. to lie on top of him. 😉 Yesss, exactly. He just gets. it when it comes to cuddling cause how sincere he is with his emotions.

Probably a matter of how much time you spend with him & how used to the smell you are (sniffing kink, perhaps?).

Yesss. Fulfilling The Milo Manheim Agenda™. ‼️ It really is so true, though @ steal the show, especially in Thanks. As to be expected from me, I was n o t a fan of the entire ~love triangle~ element (& was like, why did this mfer vanish for half the movie...), but HE really held it down as Ryan.

Understandable @ wanting to start off easy (there were a lot. of ideas there 🫣). No worries on stray errors. I'm an extremely nitpicky bitch for my own writing & I still miss shit all the time. It happens. 👍 And, in response to your reply to my reaction: Anytime. ❤️❤️❤️ Us Wally/Milo truthers gotta stick together. No worries on keeping them separate for simplicity. Whatever is the easiest to manage works for me. 😁 No need to be nervous/be concerned with perfection. As long as you're having fun writing it & not derailing yourself with anything that might be distracting, you're all good. 🫡 Coming from someone who's only ever finished one fic forever ago, you should be very proud in your work ethic + output. Hope the rest of the writing goes well for you, though. Have fun. Don't overwhelm yourself (since, once again, a lot. of ideas lolllll). Will be looking forward to reading the sleepover or whichever one comes next (cause, yeah, that's expected @ it taking a bit longer). 🥰

YESSS UGH he’s writhing at your touch one minute, but then thinking about how good your lips and tongue would look stained blue. He’s getting eaten out but also imagines fucking your throat in such a dom way, basically returning the favor after you pounded his hole, he gets a turn at one of yours to clean off all that blue icing😮‍💨 bonus points if the icing works its way back into play while eating him out (can you tell i’m a sucker for foodplay. it’s so silly yet can be so fun)

Mans knows how to use a Microform (those electronic scan things that read old paper documents i think) and that’s. it. LMAO he’s the reason you now own a printer and printer cartridges sksjskk

Yeah unfortunately Ryan wasn’t the killer and i knew it because they basically dangled the keys in front of you in every interview about his character😭 “he’s so sus” was literally used to describe him so i kinda knew that they were just teasing him as the killer, which did kinda work but it was so obvious. I know Milo has Zombies 4 slated for next year, so that’s a bigger role, and I hope he gets more leads/supporting characters in bigger movies. (Live action Flynn Rider may be a stretch but i’m here for it) Love the Josh idea btw, he could definitely be a player to guys too, not just women. I forget what exactly his MO was and why he did what he did in the show, so i’ll have to rewatch it.

Yeah he’s a crazy cuddler but it warms his heart to feel you either lay on him in your sleep or just because. He doesn’t care why just that you do it fr

“Here, better get used to it now.” and he’s using the fact that he’s wearing a tank top to his advantage if ykyk (plus, he knows you two are gonna get along great)

It worked in the movie to give some kind of motive to him, but i hated its inclusion. Thankfully (haha), the movie placed more emphasis on the friend group as a whole rather the three in the love triangle, so it’s easy to ignore. But man, I love that adderall addicted guy who’s willing to get possessive sksjsk🫣

Same omg you get it. I’m so critical of my writing yet I always feel like something’s missing or there could be more added😭 it’s a pain and partially why i get nervous doing requests cause if i slip up on a fic that i wrote in self-indulgence, then it’s no biggie, but if it’s for someone else it’s hard not to get nervous😪 I want to hopefully have the sleepover done before christmas so it fits within the holiday window, but i’ll do whatever i can!! and trust, i won’t rush🫡

also, i totally forgot to mention. but when selecting the gif for last night’s fic, it reminded me that we saw Wally in the pool and my mind went a little wild… just a teeny tiny bit feral it made me laugh that he doesn’t bother to get swim trunks from one of the students in the locker room (like how Dawn stole phones to use) and instead just strips all the way down to just his gym shorts and used those as a bathing suit… just funny things

#wally clark x reader #wally clark #wally clark x you

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