#back and forth having genuine conversations and making eachother laugh

[evera-era]

f**k you.

ellie williams x afab!reader

warnings: hate sex, ellie’s rude as shit in the first half, alcohol use, some name-calling, aggressive kissing, fingering, scissoring, brat taming, spanking, edging/overstim… i think thats it

a/n: kinktober’s here! ik im a few hours late guys im sorry. but hopefully this juicyness makes up for it !! wc 3.4k

Ellie couldn’t stand you.

She found you so incredibly annoying, and yet you shared the same friends. Which was the biggest problem, ever.

She never failed to make sure to let you know what she thought of you.

“Hey, idiot. We’re trying to have a conversation. Shut it for once, yeah?”

And you made sure to let her know that the feeling was mutual.

“Suck my dick, Williams.”

And like clockwork, she’d say something along the lines of “Sorry babe. Not into that.”

Truthfully, the two of you had been doing this for a while. This was nothing new. You’d go at eachother back and forth until one of you gets genuinely pissed off. Rinse. Repeat.

Dina hated it because she loves the two of you; she just can’t handle being in a room with both of you at once. Jesse would find it amusing until you and Ellie wouldn’t shut up during a movie.

It didn’t matter what you said or did. Ellie would either laugh, mock, or straight up disagree with you. Even if you stayed quiet and said nothing at all.

“Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.”

She’d wait for your response, and when you didn’t have one, she’d keep going.

“No seriously. You look like dogshit.”

“Ellie please shut the fuck up.”

It was like she couldn’t ignore you. As if your presence was so incredibly overwhelming, that she just had to react to everything you did. You didn’t get it.

If you met up with the friend group to eat, Ellie somehow “forgot” to get you something. She’d make plans and purposely exclude you. And if you brought it up, she’d tell you to “chill the fuck out, it’s not that serious.”

You hated Ellie. And yet here you were, six feet across from her, sitting on the rug of her living room floor. Dina had insisted on a friendly get-together at Ellie’s, specifically requesting that “you don’t kill eachother.” You told her you’d try, but made no promises.

“Hey, Jesse.” Ellie said. “Could you grab me and Dina another beer?”

“Ellie,” Dina says. “You didn’t even ask if Y/N wanted one.”

“So?” She replies. “She’s a big girl. If she wants another she can get it herself.”

You rolled your eyes. She always did this — talked about you as if you were the dumbest person to ever exist.

“I’m right here, Ellie.” You snap. “I can hear you.”

“I know.” Ellie says. “That’s why I said it.”

“Guys, please.” Dina groans. “Just one night. One good night is all I ask.”

Jesse brings over more bottles. He cracks one open before handing it to you. Ellie stares at you, waiting for Jesse to hand out the rest before speaking.

“It would be easier if I didn’t have to look at her fuckin’ face all night.”

You scoffed. “You know, you’re really cocky for someone who lives in a fucking garage.”

“You’re lucky I even let your ass in this garage.” Ellie mutters. “Probably tracked in a shitton of dirt.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You ask abruptly.

Dina rubs her temples. “Guys—“

“You that stupid?” She questions. “It means I’m gonna have to sweep once you leave. Don’t want your germs gettin’ on my shit.”

“Fuck this. Nope. Not doing this.” Dina says, getting up from the floor. She whips around to face you and Ellie.

“I have tried to ignore the two of you in hopes of having a good time. I have begged you to get along for once. But clearly, none of it’s fucking working!” She throws her hands up. “I’m done. Seriously — come on, Jesse, we’re leaving.”

Jesse thinks for a moment, then shrugs. He begins walking towards the door with his beer in hand.

“Wait, what?” Ellie asks.

“You guys are gonna sit here and sort this shit out.” She says, throwing on her coat. “Until then, me and Jesse are going somewhere else.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Dina—“

“Don’t wanna hear it.” She states as Jesse opens the door for her. “The two of you are smart, figure it out. You can come find us when you’re done.”

“See you,” Is all Jesse says, before pulling the door shut.

You and Ellie look straight ahead.

What the fuck.

Heat rushed to your cheeks. You didn’t know what to do. Dina was obviously pissed, but being left alone with Ellie was the last thing you wanted.

It’s as if she could read your mind.

“Get out.”

You raise your brows. “Excuse me?”

“They left because you don’t know when to shut your mouth,” She says. “And I don’t wanna keep hearing it, so get out.”

Your previous desire to get up and walk out of the door suddenly disappears. You set your drink down.

“No.”

“What?”

“You don’t like me? Great.” You say, kicking your feet back. “I don’t like you either. But I’m not gonna do what you say, when you say it, every single fucking time.”

“Wow.” She takes a sip of beer. “You know, you can be a real bitch sometimes.”

Your eyes flash over to the brunette in less than a second. But she doesn’t budge. Just leans into the couch, legs spread.

“Ellie—“ You begin. “What the fuck is your problem with me?”

She smirks as if you said something funny.

“I’m serious. What the fuck is it?” You repeat, staring intently.

“Are you that dense?” She meets your gaze. “Your attitude. If you couldn’t tell, you have a serious attitude problem. Should really get it checked out.”

It was your turn to laugh. “Like you don’t have an attitude problem.”

“Yeah, but that’s me.”

“Oh,” You nod sarcastically. “Okay. Sure, yeah. Because that makes sense.”

“See? Again with the attitude.”

Silence fills the room as you bite your tongue. The fact that you felt the impulse to respond immediately kind of proved Ellie’s point.

It pissed you off that she was right. You did have a bit of an attitude problem with her. In your defense, she never leaves you alone. You get along just fine with everyone else.

You had given up. You were ready to just go home and tell Dina the truth later. But as you stand up, out of absolutely nowhere, Ellie says:

“It sucks, ‘cause you’re hot. It’s a shame you’ve gotta act like such a fuckin’ brat.”

Were your ears deceiving you? Did Ellie fucking Williams just say that?

You laugh it off and shake your head. “You are truly something else.”

“I’m being serious.” She replies. “You could just sit there and look pretty. Don’t know why you choose to be so damn annoying instead.”

“It would be so nice if you just learned when to shut up, Ellie.”

“You gonna make me?” She says, watching you. You sigh dramatically.

“Didn’t think so.”

The way she was toying with you made your skin run hot. You weren’t sure if she really meant what she said, or if she was just trying to get a rise out of you. Either way, her sweatpants and sports bra combo wasn’t helping; you could feel yourself getting worked up.

“What are you getting at?” You blurt out. “What are you trying to do?”

“I’m not trying to do anything,” She murmurs, looking down then back up again. “Are you?”

You laugh harshly. “What the hell makes you think that?”

“You’re an attention whore,” She answers. “It wouldn’t surprise me.”

The way ‘whore’ rolled off of her tongue was so incredibly casual. And yet, you enjoyed the fact that she was saying it to you. Pigs must be flying. There was no way this was happening.

“I’m not a whore,” You stated.

“Oh?” She says coyly. “I didn’t call you a whore, I called you an attention whore. But you were quick to argue, so now I’m curious.”

You shift your weight to one leg. “I’m not gonna fuck you, Ellie.”

“Yeah? Then why are you still here?”

You felt your neck and ears become incredibly hot. Ellie leans forward, pushing herself up from the couch and faces you.

“I’d be flattered if you said it’s ‘cause you like me as a person, but we both know that’s not true.”

Her eyes were dazed and unwavering. It could’ve been the alcohol, but it also could’ve been the fact that your mini skirt had been riding up your thighs all night.

And as for you, you surprisingly weren’t repulsed. In fact, you liked seeing Ellie like this. If you were sober you might have dipped already, but your legs were heavy and your panties started to feel very constrictive.

“I think…” She begins walking closer. “That you want the exact same thing. You just act like you’re too good for it.”

You could feel your inhibition weakening. You drunkenly stare up at her. “You think I’m not?”

“I know you’re not.” She takes another step. You go to step back, but your heel hits the wall.

“I don’t blame Dina for trying, but we both know we’re not gonna make up.” Another step.

“No?” You whisper.

“Mm-mm.” Her nose was almost brushing up against yours, now.

The eye contact was unmatched. Ellie wasn’t budging, and neither were you.

“I fucking hate what you do to me,” You whispered against her lips.

She smirks. “I fucking love it.”

Immediately, her lips are engulfing yours, with so much damn fervor and need. You curled your fingers in her hair, and tugged down hard. You didn’t care if you hurt her — after all, she deserved it.

Ellie smiles into the kiss, pulling you in closer as a small grunt leaves her lips. Her legs cage you in against the wall as she forces her tongue into your mouth.

You hated her. You hated her. You hated her.

So how was it possible for her to make you feel so goddamn good?

Her hands begin grasping at the hem of your clothes with frustration.

“Fuck, baby.” She moans. “Take this shit off.”

You were compliant at this point; you merely slid your hands under your shirt and did what she said. Ellie presses her head against your chin, whispering a few more curses as she looks at your exposed breasts.

“So fucking hot,” She groans, pressing her lips to your neck. You whined out of pleasure as you pulled her hips closer to you.

“This is so embarrassing.” You mumble, shutting your eyes.

“Mm,” Ellie hums. “Seem to be handling it quite well, though.”

The brunette begins trailing her kisses downwards. You jump at the new sensation.

“Ellie—“

“Shh.” She murmurs, teething dangerously close to your nipple. “Gotta focus.”

When she latches on, your head immediately falls back. You’re practically speechless as she sucks and swirls her tongue around the hardened bud.

You wanted her to keep going, but you were worried. If Dina and Jesse caught you like this…

As for Ellie, she is absolutely shameless in the way she’s going in on your tits. It was clear that she had wanted to do this for a very long time — she was just being a complete ass about it.

She pulls away with a hard ‘pop’ before looking up at you with her green eyes. “Come here,” She says, grabbing your waist and pulling you down with her.

You gasp as the two of you land on the couch. Her hand quickly finds the back of your neck as she kisses you again, bucking gently against you. A soft moan escapes your lips as you pull back.

“What if Dina and Je—“

“Y/N,” She whispers, pulling her shirt over her head. “I’m in front of you, and I wanna fuck you. Please just shut up for once. Alright?”

You blush, looking down at her chest. Her nipples were poking out, hard as rocks. “You’re so fucking mean.”

“You’re fucking mean,” She says, smirking. “Depriving me of this for so damn long.”

“Didn’t think you wanted me,” You slur against her lips.

“Yeah, well… you are pretty fuckin’ annoying.” She huffs, as you lean in to kiss her again. As the minutes pass, you find yourself rolling your hips against hers.

“More,” You say quietly.

“Hm?”

“Want more of you, Ellie.” You sighed, nudging your fingertips under her waistband. “Please.”

She grins before sliding her sweatpants and underwear off. “Only because you said please.”

When your fingers drag down against her clit, she’s wet, and you absentmindedly moan. She sneers, staring up at you.

“What?” You ask.

“Nothing, just… that was the sluttiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”

You hum against her skin, gently rubbing your thumb against her hood. “I could be sluttier.”

“Oh yeah?” She responds, grazing her teeth against your jaw.

You drag your fingers from her pussy to your lips, gently engulfing them in your mouth. You keep your eyes on her as you suck her juices off, groaning at the sweet taste.

Ellie’s face becomes that of a pornstar. Her eyes are half-lidded, nearly rolling back as she stifles a moan.

“Holy fuck,” She says, biting down on her lip. Her gaze drops to your lower body, and she begins shoving the fabric of your skirt up.

“What are you doing?” You murmur, watching the skirt bunch around your waist.

“Not gonna waste anymore time,” She explains, tugging at your panties. “I fucking need this pussy.”

You help her remove the undergarment, letting it drop onto the floor. Her hands settle on your ass as you gently lift her leg, lining yourself up against her.

“Fuck yes,” She whispers, watching carefully as you gently slot your cunt against hers.

Her cunt was soft, and incredibly slick and sticky. It takes you a moment to get the right angle before you begin to get a rhythm going.

Once you start speeding up, Ellie practically loses it. She’s breathing like she can’t get enough air.

“Fuck yes.” She repeats, bringing her hand down onto your ass with a hard slap. Her eyes are closed as she scrunches her brows in pleasure. “Holy fucking shit.”

“God,” You moan, sloshing your pussy up against hers. “You’re so wet, Ellie.”

The room becomes one filled with wet noises and moaning. Ellie’s hands are grabbing at everything — your ass, your tits, the couch. She’s in euphoria, seeing stars as she tries not to black out.

“Goddamn,” She mutters. “So fucking good, baby. Doing so fucking good.”

You whimper at the praise, still trying to wrap your head around what was happening. Ellie had been your worst enemy for months, and here you were, bumping clits with her like a fucking slut.

“Shit—“ She grunts, pushing her head back. “I‘m close, ‘m gonna cum.”

“Already?” You joke. “That’s quick, don’t you think?”

She quickly opens her eyes and looks at you. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” You say slyly, slowing down ever so slightly.

She smacks your ass, hard. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

You slow down even more, grinning proudly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ellie.”

“Y/N, you better fucking finish me off.”

“But… ” You whisper in an innocent tone. “We’re having so much fun, right?”

“I swear to—“ She exhales vexedly before sinking her nails into your hips. “Fuck it.”

She sits up, grabbing you forcefully before pushing you down so you’ve switched places. Ellie props your leg up on her shoulder.

“Wanna be a fucking brat? Hm?” She whispers, bringing herself down on your cunt harshly.

You moan in response, goosebumps beginning to form on your arms. You place your hands on her abs, pushing slightly in an attempt to get her to let up.

“Ellie, ‘s too much.” You mewl, as she ruts her pussy against yours.

“Shut up,” She mumbles. “You can take it.”

She keeps you down as she fucks you, ramming herself against your cunt. The sloshing of your clits sends you into a spiral.

“Oh my god, Ellie,” You murmur. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah?” She grunts. “You like this?”

You nod, but Ellie places a sharp slap on your boob.

“Answer me.”

“Y-Yeah,” You stammer, trying to grasp reality as the only thing going through your mind is how good her pussy feels on yours.

She uses her hand and grabs your chin, tilting your head up. “You better not fucking cum until I do, you hear me?”

You nod again. “Y-Yes, Ellie.”

The way Ellie scissors is ruthless. She’s concentrated, hair sticking to her forehead as she stares down at you. She watches the way your tits bounce as she fucks herself on you, watching as you beg her to slow down.

Her teeth clench as she nears her orgasm. She looks up at the ceiling before dropping her head back down.

“Fuck, I’m, shit— ‘m getting close.”

“Yeah?” You murmur.

“Uh-huh.” You bring your hand up to her cheek as she maintains her rhythm.

“Wanna cum with you, Ellie. Wanna cum all over your fucking pussy.”

“Fuck,” She says through gritted teeth. “Fuck yes. Keep talking, just like that.”

Ellie knew she wasn’t very far off. But she figured she’d make the most of it, in case this was the last time she got to see you like this.

“So good, Ellie,” You say softly. “Your pussy feels so fuckin’ good.”

“Yeah?” She exhales.

“Mhm,” You murmur. “Best I’ve ever had.”

Ellie’s eyes roll into the back of her head, her moans becoming choppy. She gently holds your foot as she grinds her hips down faster.

As Ellie becomes wetter, you stiffen and feel your stomach tightening. You were getting really close, and she could feel it.

“Y/N,” She says. “I’m—“

“Me too—“ Is all you can say, before drawling out into a moan. Ellie rides you deep into your high, breathing sporadically as she cums, herself.

For a second, the two of you barely move, merely catching your breaths. But eventually your leg starts cramping, and you slide it off her shoulder.

“Holy fuck.” You whisper. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“I can.” Ellie says, slowly hopping off of you.

“You’re a liar.”

“How?” She says, leaning against the opposite end of the couch. “It was only a matter of time ‘til I got into your pants.”

“Oh,” You scoff. “So it was easy?”

“It was so easy.” She says, smiling. You look at the floor.

“Shut up.” You grin, reaching over to grab your clothes. You slowly put them back on as she copies you.

“Wanna go find Dina and Jesse now?” She questions, pulling her shirt over her head.

“I thought you said we couldn’t,” You say. “Since we weren’t gonna make up.”

“Mm, ‘cause we didn’t.” She states, cocking her head. “I need about three more rounds of this before we re-visit that topic.”

“Oh, fuck off.” You giggle, tossing your jacket at her. She laughs, putting her hands up to shield herself as it hits her.

“I’m kinda serious though,” She says. “You wanna give me head next time? Or…”

You smooth your hair down. “In your dreams, Williams.”

She looks around, contemplating for a moment. “Does that mean I give you head instead?”

“Ellie please shut up now.”

#ellie williams #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams smut #tlou2 fanfic #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #kinktober day 1

[neckromantics]

The closer you get to Astarion, the more mischievous the two of you become.

I'm talking gossip. Grade A shit talking with your bf when someone you don't like is just out of earshot. Sometimes, when they're still in earshot if the two of you hate the person enough.

Him, nearly knocking heads with you in his rush to make a sly comment about a particularly atrocious pair of shoes that an enemy is wearing. You doing your best not to burst out laughing and failing miserably bc he's right (obviously), and now that's all you can look at while the big-bad is making their big-bad speech. He's gotten so good at talking to you out of the side of his mouth, it's honestly impressive.

You, side-eyeing him to make sure he also heard that one dumb thing someone said, and sure enough he's meeting your gaze a millisecond later. The two of you perfected the art of having the most judgy conversations with your eyes only. He slow blinks whenever he's particularly unimpressed. You make your eye twitch to ask "can we just kill this guy, already?" The eye rolls from the two of you alone cause 2d8 psychic damage at this point.

You're just always making eachother laugh tbh.

You pretend to fall asleep on Astarion's shoulder and snore whenever someone's going on and on about something neither of you care about, and he has to turn fully away from you to keep a straight face. Sometimes when he's REALLY annoyed, he'll slowly pull out a dagger and feign stabbing at someone when they're turned away- and you can't even pretend to be disapproving bc you're about to piss your pants.

One of your favorite things the two of you do is play fight.

The first time it happened, it started out as a genuine disagreement. You said something stupid- or maybe he said something stupid, neither of you can remember- but whatever it was became a serious back and forth that could have ended in tears if one of you hadn't stopped and realized how utterly stupid the two of you sounded.

All it took was one look into eachother's eyes- the absolute worst one-liner you could conjure from the back of your brain and all was forgiven. The argument soon devolved into a quip-off so intense that the rest of camp couldn't even tell you weren't actually angry anymore.

You've done it for fun a couple times, now. Usually, it's bc you're in the mood to annoy the rest of your companions after they've given you a rough day.

Astarion initiates it this time- bc he wants to be a nuisance to poor Gale, who's just trying to read his book by the warmth of the campfire. Though luckily for him, it's such a ridiculous display that it doesn't last long.

You're seething. Boots slapping hard in the mud as you storm across camp to get Astarion by the shoulders- your hold delicate despite the venom in your tone. It looks like you're shaking him a little, but you aren't. The vampire is just vibrating from having to reign in his laughter.

You look ridiculous.

"Oh, yeah? Why don't you say that into my fucking mouth, then?"

Gale looks up from his book in confusion, only to see an equally not angry Astarion fist his hands into the fabric of your cloak and yank you closer.

"Maybe I will." He growls, or maybe laughs? Gale doesn't know at this point. He's too busy shutting his book, and walking briskly to his tent- far, far away from the giggly make-out session you're about to have in Astarion's tent.

#idk man its 4am #bg3 #astarion ancunin #astarion x reader #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion headcanons #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 tav #bg3 headcanons #gale of waterdeep

[fatescaprice]

hiiiii ☀️ can i ask for something about aventurine and the reader who is part of the express family (not trailblazer) ? it can be some love at first sight thing, or maybe where they meet again in penacony and turns out they both had some hidden past with eachother b4🤭 of course, you can choose whatever storyline to go with as well with this reader🤍 thank uuuu

aventurine and a nameless reader

content warnings: vague penacony spoilers

note: hello anon!! i went with the second option since i just looove reunions ... i had a lot of fun writing this but i also had to google how a lottery works ... i'm embarrassed ... i hope you enjoy!

You and AVENTURINE had met ages before he became a bigshot at the IPC, back when he was doing Aeons-know-what to scrape by. Whether you were friends or rivals or had to use every fibre in your body to keep yourself from insulting him on sight, you eventually parted ways and both, quite reasonably, assumed that you would never see each other again — the universe was far too big for that, after all. He saw you off as you boarded the Astral Express, and resigned himself to thinking that your meeting was little more than a lucky draw.

That is, of course, until you run into each other by chance in the lobby of the Reverie. He doesn’t pay you much attention at first, but his eyes end up wandering to you almost against his will as he sorts out your grey friend’s room issue. When did you change your hair? Did your voice always have that kind of cadence? His customer-service smile turns a tad more genuine as he turns to you once it’s over and your friends had dispersed within the lobby. “What a pleasant surprise,” he drawls. “Long time no see, huh?”

Aventurine offers to catch up over drinks, if you’re so inclined. Time is money, but that’s how you normally celebrate making new friends and reuniting with old ones, isn’t it? He’ll treat you to whatever you like while you tell him about your travels.

Even after he gets his own business sorted, he can’t help but notice how you two seem to keep running into each other, as if by little twists of fate. Your room across from his, the sound of you laughing with your pink-haired friend in the lobby, the sight of your back as you wander around the Golden Hour.

If fate keeps bringing you together, Aventurine would be a fool to not capitalise on it, wouldn’t he? He’s quick to slink over to your side and suggest a wager: “You look lonely,” he’ll say, rolling a coin back and forth over his knuckles. “Say, if I win big at the lottery over there, how about we spend the rest of the day together? We can even call it a date if you like.”

It’s a bit of an unfair bet, all things considered — he doesn’t often make bets he can’t win, and while it’s little surprise to him as he claims his prize, he also takes the time to relish in your surprised expression. What, did you really think he would lose? Don’t be silly. Now, tell him what you want to do — he’s already planning an itinerary in his head before work inevitably drags him away that evening.

Even as you two spark up another conversation (What’ve you been up to all this time? Got any travel destinations he might like?) he can’t tell you the whole truth, not yet — but in the meantime he can wrap one arm around your waist just like this, and watch how the dreamscape tints your eyes a shade of the most opulent gold.

#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #aventurine x reader #✎... writing.

[resident-gay-bitch]

part one of this can be found here :) it has little steddie

"subtle." steve said, leaning up against the backside of the rv they'd stolen, folding his arms over his chest as he looked on at eddie.

eddie flinched back, almost dropping his cigarette, "shit." he gasped and then relaxed when he saw it was steve standing there, "yeah, well... it's better than getting another lecture about lung cancer from baby sinclare."

steve chuckled softly to walk over and crouch on the grass beside him, "care to share?"

"he rhymes!" eddie said with a little dramatic flare as he passed the smoke over to steve.

steve grinned as he inhaled and they settled into a comfortable silence. they passed the smoke back and forth a few times. he looked at eddie in the silence, playing a thousand different possible conversations over in his mind.

"you'll protect dustin, right?" steve asked.

eddie blinked at him, pressing the smoke between his lips, "what?"

"down there." steve said, like it was simple, "when you're... you'll keep him safe?"

eddie sighed and looked back out at the treeline, "i'd give my life to make sure that kids safe, man."

steve sighed too, a heavy one, a weight being lifted off his shoulders, "yeah..." he looked back at eddie, "me too."

eddie looked over to him, blowing out the last puff of the cigarette before he stubbed it in the grass. they locked eyes, staring at eachother with a heavy weight pushing down on their shoulders. eddie let his head fall back and thump against the rv slumping down until he was comfortably sat. steve mimicked his movements.

they shared a look, one with so much weight and pain, and they both knew what it meant. they didn't have to say it out loud to know that one of them probably wasn't going to make it back out of this alive.

eddie gave him a small smile.

steve nodded his head, "shit."

eddie laughed, and it was pained, but a laugh no less, "i'm gonna need a-fuckin-nother cigarette man."

"we have bigger problems than lung cancer to worry about right now." steve said, holding his hand out as eddie fumbled with his pack of camels.

he huffed a laugh and placed a cigarette between steves long fingers, "damn right."

steve watched with a small smile as eddie searched for his lighter and quickly lit it as steve inahled. eddie's hand lingered, holding the lighter without a flame at the end of the cigarette as steve held his breath. his eyes fixed on steves lips as he drew the smoke away and blew. he only snapped out of it and pulled back when the smoke drifted to his face.

steve handed him the cigarette.

"did you have a good life, at least?"

eddie shrugged, "ah... i wouldn't say good, but... not bad either, y'know?"

"yeah." steve sighed, "same here."

"really?" eddie hummed around the cigarette, "you got that big house and girls fawning over you and you wouldn't call that a good life?"

steve furrowed his brow and looked at eddie, and if that sentance was said any other way, steve probably would have taken offence to it. but eddie said it with such genuine curiosity that it lead steve to feel a little bad. eddie didn't have a big house, and steve had seen the way that girls would look at him, heard the way they'd talk about him. to steve, those two things seemed so pointless and stupid these days, they couldn't make a good life. but to someone like eddie, those thinks might have been gold.

"yeah..." steve said with a small shrug, "i guess those things are okay... i mean, i've got a big house but it's always so empty. and those girls man? its great in theory, but they all just come and go, only there for one thing. kinda shitty when you think about it."

"oh." eddie said, looking deeply at steve as he tapped the ash off the smoke before handing it to steve, "wheelers the only one that meant somethin, huh?"

steve scoffed and laughed, "yeah..." he took a smoke, "s'bullshit though."

eddie nodded and looked back out to the trees, "i'd give anything for a big house like yours... wayne doesn't even have his own room in our trailer."

"it's so lonely, man." steve shrugged, "maybe if my parents were around more than like... two weeks in a year, or i had a sibling or something, but..."

"oh." eddie swallowed, "didn't know you had shitty parents."

"don't tell many people."

eddie sighed, "i know how you feel... mum overdosed when i was ten, and dad..."

"taught you how to hotwire a car." steve nodded and thumped his head back against the rv, "you needn't say much more."

eddie laughed quietly, "yeah."

"but the good stuff?"

"well... i got my boys, you know, the band-"

"corroded coffin, right?" steve asked and handed the cigarette back. he ignored the way his stomach flipped at eddie's bright smile and the fresh glow in his eyes at the fact that steve remembered- no, that he knew, "dustin doesn't shut up about you, man... he's- he's been begging me to take him to one of your shows because the bar wont let him in alone."

eddie smiled so brightly, bashfully, "really?" he scrunched up his nose, and steve thought he was beautiful.

"yeah... but i kept saying no, cause, like... why would i want to go see eddie, the freak, munsons metal band play in some dodgy dive bar on a random tuesday, you know?" he laughed, and eddie did too, thankfully not offended. steve wasn't trying to offend him, afterall, it was just a fact, "wish i had now."

"don't dwell on the past, stevie." eddie sighed, puffing a thin cloud of smoke out to the sky.

steves heart skipped a beat at the nickname.

"for dustins sake, man..." he gave eddie small smile, "now i'll never get to take him to one of your shows."

"probably." eddie insisted, giving steve a stern glare with an arch of his eyebrow, "not definitely... you need to try your best to make it back to him."

"you too." steve smiled.

"i need to make it back to wayne..." he sighed, "that man, he... he took me in and gave up his whole life to look after me, ya know? it's not fair of me to just... die on the spot."

steve nodded, "same with robin."

"steve..." eddie said, his eyes sinking as he turned his head towards him.

"yeah?"

"promise me..." eddie swallowed, "promise me, if you get out of here... if i don't... tell him thanks? tell him that i love him, and thankyou... for everything?"

"yeah, eddie." steve smiled, his hand reaching out to rest over eddies on the cool grass below them. he gave it a little squeeze, "i promise- but only if you promise to say the same to robin for me?"

"can't you tell her yourself?" eddie huffed, passing the smoke back to steve with his free hand, that wasn't trapped by steves warm one.

"she wont let me." he laughed softly and pulled the cigarette to his pretty lips, "i don't blame her."

"then, yeah." eddie smiled and flipped his hand upwards under steves so their palms connected, and so he could slot their fingers together to hold, "yeah, i promise."

they both looked out at the treeline, watching a pair of birds dance around together in the distance, feeling the cool breeze that came with the slow beginning of the sunset as they shared the end of eddies cigarette. once it was done and stubbed out in the grass, they still didn't let go of one anothers hands, they just watch the sky turn a dusky shade of pink and purple.

"tell me a secret." eddie said quietly, not looking at the other man as he spoke, but he let a soft smile creep onto his lips as he said it, "something no one else knows."

"a secret?" steve asked.

"yeah." eddie looked at him with that same soft smile, "it can be anything... your deepst darkest desire, your biggest fear, the thing that keeps you up at night... or, something super fucking embaressing that you thought you'd never tell anyone."

steve giggled softly and looked over at eddie with a pink splatter in his cheeks, "you wanna know a secret?"

"yes." eddie said with a proud smile and a nod.

"why?" steve asked.

"because... i wanna know something about steve almighty that no one else does- not even buckley!" eddie squeezed steves hand, "i think that would be an awesome power move... you know? eddie the freak, harboring something burried deep in the vault of harrington... plus, if i die, then it dies with me, no one else could ever know. if you die, then you'll be getting it off your chest. win, win."

steve squinted his eyes and smiled, "will you tell me one too?"

"only if you ask nicely." eddie hummed, gazing at steve a little dreamily, honestly.

"okay..." steve laughed, nervous under eddie's gaze, "please tell me a secret in return."

"i promise." eddie smiled.

steve grinned and looked back out at the trees, thinking of something to tell eddie. something no one else knew. something eddie could appreciate.

"okay, robin has seen this, but she doesn't know why." steve peaked at him out of the corner of his eye, and he smiled softly, eddie got rather excited, "i have a ken and a gi joe doll sitting next to eachother on the shelf in my wardrobe holding hands."

eddie burst out with laughter, "what?"

steve laughed too, "get it... cause they're... they're in the closet."

eddie looked at him blankly for a moment, and steve tried to hold back his smile. it wasn't working. he could feel his cheeks burning red and his laughter begging to break out as eddie just looked at him, dead serious.

and then they both broke, laughing loudly to the point of tears.

"i can't believe you have a closeted ken and gi joe doll in your bedroom."

"it has sentimental meaning, okay?" steve scoffed, sending a bittersweet smile to eddie.

"a double entendre, maybe?" he asked with a hopeful glint in his eye.

"yeah." steve sighed, leaning back against the rv again with a saddened smile, "robbie doesn't know about that either."

"i can't believe you remember." is what eddie said next, and it made steve blush.

"it was you." he said simply, looking over at eddie softly.

"hmm." he nodded, "i can't believe i was the start of steve harringtons sexuality crisis."

steve cracked a smile, "don't get an ego, now."

"too late." eddie sighed with a click of his tongue. he grinned wildly at steve, "already got one, big boy."

steve blushed and rolled his eyes, "come on... what's your secret?"

eddie looked at him with a soft smile now. steves skin prickled as eddie started to softly soothe the back of his palm with his calloused thumb. steve looked at him, waiting patiently for eddie's reveal. eddie turned a little pink, and steve found him adorable.

"i'm twenty one and still haven't had my first kiss."

steves eyes widened and his mouth gaped open, "what?"

eddie laughed softly, "i haven't had my-"

"i heard you..." steve muttered with a disbelieving shake of his head, "why not?"

"well, it's not as easy when you're a freak, stevie." he hummed and wiggled their combined hands, looking down at them as he spoke his next words, "plus... this real pretty boy promised to take it when i was nine."

his eyes flicked back up to steve, big, dark, baby cow eyes that steve could stare so deeply into. he swallowed, and eddie did too, and they looked at eachother for a moment.

"he's still the prettiest boy ive ever seen." eddie said, his voice almost a whisper as he just looked at steve.

steve felt himself blushing from the tips of his ears down to his stomach. sure, he was called hot and attractive all the time. but never like this. no one called him pretty, and looked at him with such genuinity and care. no one made his stomach flip like eddie did. not even nancy.

steve hopped they'd both make it out of this alive.

"you know..." steve muttered low, his eyes flickering between eddies pretty pink lips and his beautiful eyes, "i thought this from that day, and every day since... but you're the prettiest boy i've ever seen too."

eddie smiled softly, "you're not gonna let me go without having my first kiss, right?"

steve scrunched up his nose with a little giggle, and eddie laughed, "no... obviously not."

eddie smiled and licked his lips, "i don't know what i'm doing."

"luckily, i do." steve said with a grin, and it made eddie blush again, "i've never kissed a guy before, though."

eddie smiled, "good."

steve rolled his eyes and grinned, tugging on eddies hand to pull him a little closer.

eddie leant over, his other hand landing on steves thigh for support and oh, the way his face turned bright red at the action made steves stomach flip.

"s- sorry." eddie swallowed and pulled his hand away from his thigh.

steve took his hand gently and placed it back there, "its okay, don't be sorry."

"o-okay." eddie laughed a little breathlessly, clearly very fucking nervous.

steve was nervous too.

"you don't have that cough this time?" eddie asked, and it made steve giggle and shake his head.

"definitely not."

eddie grinned.

steve cupped his jaw gently, caressing his stubble ridden skin with a tenderness that seemed to make eddie melt. eddie hadn't been touched with such care before, such gentleness. he'd never had someone want to kiss him, especially not like this. steve pulled him in, and with the first brush of their lips, eddie sighed.

his eyes fluttered shut, and steve held him close as their lips pressed together a little flrmer. he let steve take the lead, because he was clueless, and they kissed for a while.

kissing eddie was good. it was sweet and a little smoky from the cigarette, and his plushy lips were just as soft as steve had imagined. kissing eddie was much better than steve thought it could ever be.

kissing steve was heaven.

when they pulled apart, eddie lifted his hand to brush some hair from steves pretty eyes, to caress his flushed cheek and thumb at his kiss swollen lip. eddie looked over him with a tenderness in his eyes, carving steves name into his heart and hoping the stone would stay that way.

"make it back..." he whispered, his eyes lifting to steves for a moment, a wetness welling up behind them, "come back to me?"

steve sucked in a breath and ran his hand through eddie's knotty curls, "you too..." steve kissed him again, "i need you to make it back too, eddie. promise me."

"okay." eddie whispered and kissed him some more, "i promise."

"i promise too." steve nudged their noses together.

they both ignored the tears that crept their way into the next kiss, knowing that unlike the last, this promise probably wouldn't stay true.

**

tags: @grtwdsmwhr @every-aj-needs-an-angel :) <3

#jay writes #love sick 2 #steddie #angst #steve harrington #eddie munson #volume 2 missing scenes #fluff #sorry not sorry #i'm an angst writer at heart #they're both a little self sacrificial whilst also Really wanting to live for those they love #they contradict themselves #eddie’s a loser #steve loves him for it #stranger things 4 #stranger things #steve x eddie #mentions of death #steddie first kiss #first kiss #ficlet #part 2 #minific #little steddie #doomed love #doomed narrative #sad #hurt / comfort

[flooficandii]

cryotide headcanons !!! when astra isnt kissing harbor or nuniq they kiss eachother ...

this will once again be full of fluffy rambling so dont expect it to be super organized or clean GHWUASHQJ !!! anyway!! lets go !!

in order to help eachother strengthen their powers, plus due to the inherent link between snow and water, nuniq and harbor agreed to become training partners. it helps them learn more about eachother and themselves

they spend a lot of time together in the training room doing their own private programs; sometimes, converting ice to water and vice versa, sometimes unarmed sparring, and everything else in between that tests their limits

imagine tall waves of water freezing into icy pillars before it crashes ,,,icicles being launched back at harbor

blizzards being condensed into droplets, then pooled into a geyser at nuniqs feet

the back and forth dynamic is very fascinating to watch

..cleanup is an issue but luckily both of them are responsible 😁👍👍👍

(seriously. the amount of times theyve ended with a drenched/frozen practice room is enough to give brim a headache)

besides ability training, they also work out together!

they tend to overlap schedules with breach and skye so group gym sessions are very fun

harbor taught nuniq how to exercise with the mugdar and her shoulders have gotten 1000% stronger because of it

harbor giving nuniq hand massages after long missions or training sessions :]] something about him gently kneading out the tension,,, lovingly feeling her palms and callouses and tracing over her hand tattoos

one of the other things harbor does to soothe nuniq (or just wind down in general) is draw up a nice warm bath ! he knows shes sensitive to temperature so he sets it where it's warm enough for her but not scalding

honestly i imagine harbors the type to have baths with like. perfumes and oils and stuff ik that man smells good

both of them sitting quietly together in the tub,, they take turns washing eachothers hair

because of harbor nuniq discovers she loves chai

she'll be a bit awkward about asking him to make it for her but he's happy to oblige

banter. So much banter

nuniq's snappy dry humor. harbor's quick wit. its a formula for disaster

it almost always ends in him flustering her or making her laugh

harbor's hilarious and charismatic there's no other outcome

harbor unlocks more of nuniq's caring tendencies. nuniq cares about the people around her but the way she shows it isnt always direct– she often has trouble expressing her feelings

having harbor–someone whos so genuine and verbally kind– as an example, helps her show that kindness to the team

nuniq also shows more verbal affection to him too

genuine ones, not snarky teasing

the smallest gestures,,,, nuniq smoothing his hair or fixing his collar and calling him handsome

touching his shoulder or brushing against him

oh the size difference between these two makes things a lot sillier

nuniq fits right in his lap !!! she's still a bit iffy about pda but she loves sitting there . her lil cozy spot

harbor teases her by pulling her in his lap at the most inopportune moments lmao

(bonus galaxy slush bit) with astra they can form a little stack with nuniq on top :]]

harbor and nuniq have conversations about their tattoos and their meanings. nuniq really loves the lotuses on his shoulder and harbor likes her face tattoos

water cricket ....

the ball is simply water and they bat it back and forth, freezing and thawing with each strike

different from training its just pure amusement and sometimes the rest of the protocol comes to watch

#valorant #valorant oc #valorant nuniq #valorant harbor #oc x canon #valorant oc x canon #cryotide #TEEHEE!!!!!! these two specifically have been rotting my brain lately so i thought it was appropriate to release this

[cupidlakes]

i felt like rewatching the iconic “phasmophobia” stream (i still can’t believe they didn’t actually play the game) and this is genuinely the most concerned i’ve ever heard george be

#‘KARL IT’S ON FIRE! IT’S ON FIRE’ #it’s actually very sweet that he was worried though!! he’s a good friend #anyway can we get another stream like this #they literally just talked for nearly 2 hours #and it was so fun #i love gameplay streams but some casual ones where they just talk and hang out would be so nice too #a lot of my favourite quackity and george interactions are from georges streams where he’s doing nothing and they’re going #back and forth having genuine conversations and making eachother laugh #i love quackity but sometimes i feel like he commits himself to bits on stream when most of all i like to see him be himself #and get authentically silly #i’d love for him to kick back more often exactly in the way he has with george #georgenotfound #quackity #karl jacobs #feral boys #qnf #my clips

[makingoutinthemojave]

Any hcs for Benny, Arcade, Butch&Deacon with a very dorky Courier/LW/Sole? Like they’re quite positive&goofy, but still have their serious side when they’re kindness shows kind of person

Yesiree!

BENNY- They’d be too much for Benny to handle sometimes. He loves their spunkiness. He sees their good heart beneath, too, and admires it to a degree. Benny knows he’s anything but a good person, so the Courier and he clash in that sense. But they have wonderful chemistry in conversations, both joking back and forth and humoring anyone with them.

ARCADE- Arcade would never admit he liked them. He’d act so exhausted with their goofiness and optimistic attitude, but they’re just so damn lovable! That’s why he sticks around. He thinks them a good help to the Followers of the Apocalypse, and someone who genuinely wants to make the Mojave a better place. So he tolerates their dorky side.

BUTCH- Butch bullied them for a reason. However, as they got older, he realizes he only bullied them because he was struggling with himself. He eventually grew up and accepts Lone as the person they are. They’re a goody-two-shoes, and Butch often rolls his eyes at their “Good Deeds”.  But, they’re his only friend out here in the wastes. And also he loves to laugh at them. That’s never changed.

DEACON- Are you kidding? They’d love eachother. I mean, Deacon’s the biggest dork in the world. He’d love to have a partner in crime who can help him simply irritate everyone. They’d constantly pull pranks and do skits and all sorts of other shenanigans around the Railroad HQ. In more seriousness, Deacon could always tell they have a kind heart, and that’s while he really likes them so much. But the dorkiness definitely helps their case.

#fo3 #fo4 #fnv #fallout #fallout reacts #fallout 3 #fallout 4 #fallout new vegas #fallout 3 reacts #fallout 4 reacts #fallout new vegas reacts #benny gecko #benny fnv #arcade gannon #arcade fnv #butch deloria #butch fo3 #deacon fo4 #deacon

[onelostgirl]

14. Just Me

Miya Atsumu x (f) smau

Y/N’s eyes shot back and forth like a pinball as she watched Cat talk to Osamu like they had been friends forever. She knew that Cat had introduced herself to him a few weeks back right around the time they had eaten at his restaurant with Tooru but she hadn’t expected them to be this chummy.

“It’s a bit weird ain’t it?” She heard a voice say as she looked over to the blonde man beside her.

They had just finished prepping the photo booth and way ahead of schedule thanks to the surprising entrance of the Miya twins, more than 5 hours earlier than their shift to be exact.

“Well I guess not considering how friendly Cat is, she seemed to get along with you too earlier.” Y/N replied as Atsumu glanced over to her shooting his signature smirk that Y/N had to mentally fight reacting to.

“Guess the ladies have a hard time fightin’ their inner desires when it comes ta me.”

Y/N scoffed then looked at the blonde setter, “Oh you were serious.”

“Yeh yeh play as hard as ya want ya know I’m right.” He said waving his hand in a casual gesture as Y/N laughed at him earning her a joking glare from the setter.

“So how’s my choco goin’?” He asked as Y/N head shot up, she had actually planned to get them when she went back home to change before the event.

“Don’t worry I bought you the cheapest but tastiest one.”

“Ay, that ain’t the deal.”

“Why would it matter anyway, you’re probably not even going to recognize mine anyway.” Y/N stated trying to brush off the feeling of annoyance at his desire for sweets when he would be knee deep in the by the end of the night.

“I’d know if it was from ya.”

Y/N glances slowly up to Atsumu who had an unexpectedly serious expression. They stated at eachother for what felt like forever though they didn’t really know what was happening between those unspoken moments but something was definitely happening.

“Hey Atsumu is it true that Osamu kicked your butt at field day every year in high school?”

Cat’s voice broke through whatever was happening as Y/N looked away quickly.

“Samu why ya lyin’ ya know I owned ya!” Atsumu shouted back making his way to the pair cleaning up a ways from them.

That just left Y/N to think about what had just happened and that those chocolate eyes she stared into was something deeper than she was ready to take on.

-

“So is your brother single?” Cat threw out as Osamu was getting ready for his photo shoot shift.

He didn’t know that agreeing to this stupid thing for Tsumu would have brought him to the exact person he was thinking of. He was extremely surprised that the same girl he met knew his brother’s team manager.

He had yet to get her number as Atsumu was teasing him about since they got there and he recognized her. Introducing them went smoothly with a narrow escape of awkwardness thanks to his jamming an elbow into Atsumu’s ribs before he could say the milf comment he was biting back.

But what was with this sudden interest with his brother - she couldn’t be into him right?

“Don’t you think they make a cute couple?” Cat stared as Osamu’s thoughts were interrupted as he looked in the direction that she was talking about.

His eyes caught the scene that she was referring to as Atsumu said something that earned him a scolding smack over the head by Y/N. She looked like she was doing her best to be serious but at one word she laughed along with the blonde beside her.

He had to admit he hadn’t seen his brother genuinely enjoying himself off the court anyway. Not since everything that happened with Hayami.

He assumed the same could be said about Y/N because Cat seemed extremely interested in how they were interacting.

“Guessin’ she ain’t always like that.” He stated as Cat looked over to him, almost forgetting how attractive the man beside her was. But how she hadn’t felt that attraction to the twin beside her best friend.

“Y/N’s a lot of things and definitely someone who could benefit from taking it easy every now and then.” She responded as the dark haired twin smirked at her.

“That prob’ly makes two of ya.”

She looked at Osamu with a curious expression, “What do you mean?”

“Well ya know cuz’ yer a mom yerself?” He replied in a whisper that Cat could barely hear him.

“I’m a what?”

“...a mom.” He said again not sure if that was the best way to bring it up.

He really didn’t know how to address it but he felt that she should know he was interested in getting to know her regardless of the situation.

Osamu didn’t look at her just yet not sure what face she would make, maybe she would be offended or insulted he brought it up without her initiating that serious of a conversation.

“I’m a mom? Why in the world would you...” she replied as it dawned on her then that he had first saw her with Yuto. A young kid who she loved very dearly but was also not hers.

“But the kid..” Osamu began but was stopped by Cat’s hand moving up gesturing him to stop.

“He’s a relative of a very close friend of mine.” She explained but stopped there knowing it wasn’t her place to say who exactly he was especially when it was obvious that Y/N hadn’t mentioned anything to Atsumu.

“So yer not a mom then.”

“Not biologically, I have tons of kids though, I work at a daycare.”

“Yer a teacha?”

“Ding ding, looks like you’re not completely brainless then.”

Osamu shook his head how could he assume something like that and actually come out looking like he had the same intelligence as his brother.

“Well then how would ya feel ‘bout catchin’ a bite ta eat after all this?” He threw out not wanting to hold back any longer.

Cat looked up at him with a coy smile, “It’s about damn time you asked.”

-

-

By the time Y/N saw him he was surrounded by a hoard of girls. Despite this seeming like Atsumu’s natural habitat, anyone could tell he was politely trying to tell them to fck off.

She assumed this was from the constant bad reputation and hate he gained whenever he was -well his true self out in public. Many people enjoyed his athleticism and definitely his looks, his nasty personality though, wasn’t a real crowd pleaser.

“Listen ladies, thanks fer the goodies but I gotta go, gettin’ back ta the booth.” Y/N heard him say as he quickly ducked out of the crowd and made a quick exit choosing a banner displaying an elderly couple celebrating 50 years of marriage.

From where she was standing, he looked really ridiculous and strangely cute attempting to hide until she arrived.

As confident as he was on the court it was refreshing to know he had moments like this too.

“You going to hide here all night or?” Y/N stated as she watched Atsumu’s shoulders jump up high and he quickly turned back to her.

“Don’t do that-ya scared the sht outta me.”

Y/N bit back a laugh seeing Atsumu’s look of displeasure complete with arms folded together in a pouting motion.

“Let’s just get something to eat before you start getting more grumpy.”

“If ya knew I’d be grumpy why’d ya make me wait so long.”

“Let’s go princess.” Y/N teased as Atsumu followed her his dragging feet showing his displeasure with her comment.

-

“It can’t have been that bad!”

After getting something to eat, they had somehow spent sometime talking and were now discussing horrible Valentine stories. Atsumu had just finished telling her of when a girl who was crazy for Osamu had slapped him silly when she mistook him for his twin and wasn’t happy about him being on a date with another girl.

“Ya weren’t there Y/N, it was a nigh’mare, she was yellin’ at me even pulled the other chick’s hair. I would’ve laughed my ass off it wasn’t happenin’ ta me.” Atsumu added as Y/N began to laugh at the story and his over exaggerated gestures and expressions.

He really was a good story teller.

“I actually feel sorry for you-here you were trying to score one and something like that happened. Not sure if it’s rotten luck or bad karma.”

“Whaaa, I hav great karma!”

“Sure you do, especially for all those times you were beyond nasty about your serves.”

“That was high school.”

“You still do that!” Y/N teased as Atsumu turned to deny it but came up empty because she had a point.

“I ain’t that bad no more.”

“Haha, that sounds like something a kid would say.”

Atsumu turned to look at her, “Since ya think I’m actin’ like a kid, where’s mine?”

“You already have so many-why do you need this one too?”

“Because ya made it fer me.”

Y/N tried not to think of how his voice sounded when he said that but it was kind of difficult not to. She wanted to blame it on the fact that she hadn’t been on a date in years but maybe it was also because she was enjoying the attention Atsumu was giving to her.

Before spending time getting to know him, she just assumed he was a jerk but now she knew he was a jerk and so much more.

He made her laugh, like really laugh. Then there were times when his smile or even his stupid smirk or grin would tug lightly on her heartstrings. Or even the conversations that could be so random and average then suddenly deep and thoughtful.

So, she had made him chocolates, despite her better judgement, even when she was horrible at it and Yuto laughed at her attempts or spit out the really awful ones.

She pushed herself to make these chocolates because maybe she wanted to see wherever the heck this could go.

“I’ll wait all night if I gotta.” His statement rung through to her as Y/N looked up at him slightly glaring at him.

“If they don’t taste that good just- lie to me okay and say they were great.”

Y/N reached into her bag slowly pulling it out.

“I mean it, it’s probably really bad, and if it is don’t even eat them all, just throw it out.”

“Would ya just give ‘em here. Ya actin’ like I’m some nasty chef who’d spit it up on ya.”

Y/N reluctantly passed it to the blonde looking away trying to mask her embarrassment. Atsumu found this beyond amusing since she was acting like a real person and not just his manager or someone who’s job it was to care about him.

“Thank-” Atsumu began but a ringtone stopped him as he watched Y/N pull her phone out. He as about to say something when he saw her politely put up her hand gesturing for him to wait.

“Yes this is she...”

“...is everything okay?”

“...oh...no that’s fine, I’ll be right over.”

As quickly as the call came it ended as Y/N put her phone back into her bag. Atsumu was waiting for her to say something but from her distant eyes and silence he assumed it was personal.

“Er everythin’ alrifht Y/N?”

His question stayed in the air between them for longer than he expected it was like she hadn’t even heard him.

“Yo, Y/N ya good?” He asked again this time waving his hand in front of her face snapping her back to reality.

“Oh yeah, I just got to take care of something.”

Atsumu watched as she began walking rather quickly in the direction of their booth.

“Did somethin’ happen? Ya got to go somewhere?” He continued to ask as Y/N distracted responses began to unsettle his stomach for some reason.

“Yeah nothing so serious-just got to let everyone know I need to leave.”

“Oh well, did ya need a ride? I don’t mind takin’ ya.” Atsumu offered as Y/N stopped and looked up to him, her eyes somewhat guarded.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“...well maybe I wanna make sure yer good.” He replied as Y/N’s lips tightened as though she was thinking of what to say.

“I guess that would be nice.”

“Ya sure got a way with words.”

Y/N tried not to smile at his teasing tone but Atsumu caught it ever so slightly. She didn’t realize he too, had a small smile on his face.

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Bonus: Cat and Y/N’s outfits for the day (taken at the MSBY Valentines Booth)

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Author’s note: Hi everyone! Sorry for the late upload had some trouble conveying this chapter but hope you enjoy it. Please stay tuned for the next update and continue to shower Love Loop with your beautiful support and love. Taglist is still open (:

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[5-falsehoods-phonated]

(yes i'm sending two). the other one should be in the kitchen for no reason at all, with whatever ship you want! :D

I am a simple human. I see "whatever ship I want" and my mind immediately screams analogical XD I had too much fun writing this so I hope you enjoy tooth rotting fluff!

Just How Lovely He Is

Summary: Logan gets lost in thought as he thinks about his life with Virgil, deciding after that a kiss is definitely needed.

Warnings: very brief, non explicit sex mention.

Ships: Romantic Analogical, Logan x Virgil

WC: 1, 573

Logan smiled softly as he watched Virgil from over the edge of his book. He hadn't turned the page in a while but thankfully the younger man hadn't seemed to notice over the music playing on the counter beside him. Evanescence played a rolling beat to accompany the clanking of dishes Virgil had insisted on doing, bowls and pans from their late lunch of valiantly attempted vegetable stir fry stacked gleaming in the drip rack. He still wore his hoodie, albeit with the sleeves scrunched up tight above his elbows, tendons tensing and releasing in his thin wrists as he scrubbed at a patch of rice stuck burnt to a pan's bottom. Logan's smile grew wider as the other huffed at his long bangs that had fallen into his eyes to make them fluff away for a moment only to let them fall back again.

His hair was just as long as when Logan first met him, all bite and almost no show as his sarcastic quips kept people at a comfortable arm distance, preferably more if he could manage it. But he had needed help and Logan was right there. He remembered how the darkly dressed boy had turned to him angrily, false bravado flashing in his eyes but fingers twisting in stretched out sleeves telling an entirely different story. The math had been hard, calculus being new to both of them and Logan with only the tiniest step up in understanding to really add to Virgil's confusion. They had both stuck it out though, too stubborn to give up on what they had silently agreed would be a one time thing anyway and as long as they had worked together in class they may as well puzzle out their homework together at the library.

The library had turned to the common area, and the common area Logan's dorm room where Virgil had discovered his self edited poster of Ellie from Up pointing to a NASA logo exclaiming "Adventure is out there!". Virgil had laughed, calling him a nerd to which Logan had immediately bristled but quickly calmed when the emo began rambling about his old dorm mate that had been obsessed with all things Disney and Pixar, Up being a movie Roman would cry in the beginning for every single time it was put on. He went on to talk about debates the two would have and the arguments that would often break out about the true meaning behind the films which had then dissolved into conspiracy theories that Logan was quickly sucked into, homework forgotten as they chatted long into the evening, only shutting up once their stomachs growled and they had laughed at the hours that went by, mutually deciding pizza over calculus was the way to go.

The first time Logan remembers thinking Virgil was beautiful they were eating at a park bench trading class gossip back and forth when he had said something particularly relatable, making Logan's eyes light up as he dug out a flashcard he had just made without thinking, nodding to himself before quoting "same-sise". Virgil had looked so confused as Logan registered what he had done, quickly hiding the note card against his stomach and looking down in shame.

"What did you just say L?" He had said.

"I was...I had read the slang word a few times and looked it up since it seemed relevant. I'm not...the most proficient at new social terms."

"Hey it's alright, honestly. Can I see?"

Reluctantly he had handed over his cards and watched as Virgil read the word over. "It's pronounced same-seas. But you used it in the right context. Some of these are outdated though...I could teach you the new ones people use now if you want? So you can keep up with conversations and stuff."

Flabbergasted Logan could only nod, watching as a huge grin broke out on Virgil's face, one of the few genuine smiles he offered. No judgement, not even a hint of disdain were found in his gray green eyes, making Logan's stomach flip with an unfamiliar feeling at the thought of being listened to, wanted, and only one thought graced him with its presence as Virgil began talking again.

'Beautiful'

Later on Logan learned about Virgil's panic attacks, helping him through several and regularly guiding his breathing before tests and after classes. Virgil learned of his own pent up anxiety attacks and was always there to lay a careful hand on his shoulder or words of encouragement from a safe distance away. They learned it was okay to lean on each other, asking for help at two in the morning or a hug at three. Virgil found tight hugs and soothing backrubs grounding while Logan found he very much enjoyed the others pale fingers carding through his dark hair. They weren't always physically affectionate, sometimes they couldn't be as touch could be too overwhelming, so quiet 'heys' were exchanged with soft looks instead.

The first time 'I love you' was said it was whispered so quietly Logan had almost missed it, tucked under the blankets with his legs tangled with Virgil's and fingers threaded together. His heart had nearly stuttered to a stop, emotions overflowing as those three words hit him harder than anything anyone had ever said to him. It hurt, how much he loved Virgil, with his despicable music taste he had grown accustomed to and had downloaded to his phone. His dyed purple hair that he grumbled about staining the towels. The way he always had the AC cranked up because of the oversized hoodie he wore everywhere all year long since it was his favorite comfort item. His chipped fingernail polish and dark eyeshadow that did nothing to hide the bright smile that had slowly become more and more common. He had choked on his sobs, Virgil's breath hitching as he began to stutter out an apology before lips were being pressed to his own even as tears dripped down to splash against his cheeks. Logan had pulled back, embarrassed, just managing to gasp out his long belated confession.

"I love you too. Virgil, I love you so much-" Their lips had met again, softer and sweeter and nowhere near perfect with snot dripping from Logan's nose and Virgil's palms sweaty with anxiety but it was fine because Virgil loved him.

Virgil loved him.

And Logan loved Virgil. From chaste kisses shared (not so) discreetly in the halls to heavier ones shared between moans behind firmly shut doors. Logan held Virgil's hand or linked pinkies or pulled him down on his lap as he read. Virgil wrapped warm and safe arms around his shoulders or held his face between cold palms or brushed their shoulders gently in passing. They shared friendly banter and heated arguments alike, both too stubborn to admit to a wrongdoing in the moment and having cool off separately for however long it took for one to miss the other, which was never that long at all really.

Unfortunately life had gotten in the way. Different jobs across the town and neither of them owning a car meant Virgil stayed in an apartment building close to his work while Logan did likewise miles away. Still more often than not they enjoyed eachothers company in either apartment, Virgil's being smaller and cramped while Logan had yet to disclose he had rented a two bedroom much closer to a mid way point between their respective jobs. They had discussed it earlier but at the time neither of them had had the finances so it was put in the back burner. Until now.

Logan came back from his reverie to see Virgil finishing up drying the dishes, mouthing along to a new song as he bounced in place slightly to the tune, making Logan smile yet again. Everything Virgil did was infuriatingly adorable, from his hips swaying slightly as he bent to put a pan back to the way he tried to be subtle about pushing back the hair he knew had grown too long from his face. Mind made up, Logan stood and smoothly took away the towel to place it on the counter, reaching up to gently brush Virgil's bangs from his beautiful eyes staring at him in question. Instead of answering Logan brought both hands up to the others cheeks, brushing them over softly with his thumb as he leaned forward.

Their lips met as Virgil twisted Logan's shirt in his fists to pull him closer, closed mouth kiss long and lingering as they smiled into it. Logan brought his hand around the back of Virgil's neck and tipped his head slightly, deepening the kiss with a simple swipe of the tongue, teeth carefully avoided with practice and mouths moving in sync. Logan pulled away first only just enough to lean forward and press their foreheads together, still holding the other as gently as he would a treasure, eyes locking as Virgil's eyes crinkled with adoring amusement.

"What was that for you sap?" He asked softly, rubbing tiny circles against his stomach through his now wrinkled shirt.

The extra apartment key felt heavy in his pocket with the added stormcloud keychain he had had specially commissioned, weighing his pocket with a promise he couldn't wait to make. "No reason."

Smiling he kissed the other again and again, making him laugh and bat playfully at his face.

No reason at all.

This work is also available on AO3!

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #kiss prompt #sanders sides fluff #fluffy fluff #analogical #virgil x logan #virgil sanders #logan sanders #sanders sides analogical #false writes

[kiritella]

A New Maybe [2]

Pairings: Bucky x teen!reader(plc), Bucky x Anna(rmc), Mom!Anna x Daughter!reader

Words: 2.4k-ish

Warnings: None

A/N: sorry it took so long to get this one out!

Masterlist || Series Masterlist

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He’s nervous. No, that’d be an understatement, he’s having a partial mental breakdown. There, that’s better...Anyway…

Bucky is pacing his room, his stomach twisting into knots as he fixes back his hair again and tugs at the neck of his shirt. The heavy weight of anxiety sews into his back leaving him rigid as it threads its way around his chest. When he gets a glance of himself in the mirror, he stutters, “I should wear a different shirt.”

Sam shakes his head and jumps off his seat on the edge of Bucky’s bed and grips the man’s shoulder, “No, you look fine, just chill a moment. You’re meeting her daughter, not her freaking parents, take a breath, you’ll be fine.”

Bucky groans inwardly and starts pacing again, “That’s the problem, I’m meeting her daughter, someone Anna shares her entire life with, someone that could very well hate me and Anna could simply say ‘nope, she doesn’t like you, you’re out’,” Bucky rants and Sam tries to interject but he continues, “And if things go to plan, I’m going to be like a father to her, and I want her to have a good impression of me, y’know?”

Sam sighs, “Look, everything is going to work out. Y.n is going to love you, I mean, it’ll take a while, but you’ll be fine. Just push past the initial awkwardness, break the ice. Show her that you are going to love her as well as her mom. Let her know you care about her interests, but for the love of everything good, don’t ask about her school. There isn’t a kid on the planet that likes that conversation.”

Bucky sighs and rubs his hands over his face, nodding as a thread coils around his abdomen and tightens. His shaky hands grab his leather jacket and shrugs it over his shoulders, breathing heavily as he attempts giving himself a pep-talk, one that he hopes has a delayed reaction and will give him the courage he needs to finally meet you.

It has been three weeks since Anna had told you about the relationship between the two of them. Three weeks of wondering how you are taking it and whether or not you are already hating him, which he knows sounds a bit crazy, but still. He guesses he’s asked Anna a few too many times how you were taking the new dynamic because a few days ago she suggested that he could meet you if he wanted, which is why he is in the situation he is now. Nervously driving down the roads with the music on, paying more attention to traffic than normal in hopes of ignoring the swelling knots in his stomach.

When he pulls into the small parking lot of the pizza place Anna had told him to meet her at, he has to force himself to release the breath that has been trapped in his lungs for a bit too long and parks the car. He steps out and takes in the front of the building, it is small and has an older twinge to it, some of the bricks cracking and falling apart, yet it still looks well maintained. He catches a whiff of the flowers that color the side of the building that sit in front of the large windows, passing a few outside tables before he opens the front door and walks inside.

The mixture of basil and tomato, crusted cheese and yeast hits his nose and he smiles, and for a moment, the nerves twisting his gut settle. However, he is quickly reminded about his purpose for being there when his phone buzzes in his back pocket and he scrambles for it as a waitress pops up with a menu folded under her arm.

“How many?” she asks simply and Bucky perks up.

“Oh, um, three, my girlfriend and her daughter are coming in a bit,” he stutters out, and the woman nods, grabbing a couple more menus and takes him to his table, telling him she will be back in a bit for his order.

He unlocks his phone and quickly taps his messages, a mixture of excitement and anxiety pulling at his chest at the sight of Anna’s text.

Anna, 5:21 pm: we are on our way, should be there in about ten minutes.

Bucky, 5:24 pm: I’m here, waitress sat us in the back near the old photos.

…

Anna, 5:33 pm: We are here.

Anna puts the car into park and looks over to you, finding you staring through the window and at your favorite pizza place, your foot tapping quickly on the floorboard and fingers pinching the fabric of your shirt and she smiles lightly.

“You know, he’s not going to bite you,” your mother chuckles lightheartedly.

Your head snaps in her direction and you shake your head, “C’mon, let's just get this over with,” you mutter, inwardly cringing at how uninterested you sounded and your mom grabs your arm before you get the chance to open the car door, prompting you to look at her.

“Just give him a chance,” she says sternly, but it is received as a plea on your ears and you nod.

As the two of you approach the building, you trail behind your mother. The hem of your shirt twists between your fingers as your heart pounds violently in your chest. When did it get so hard to breathe?

This part of your mother’s relationships always freaks you out the most and your breath hitches in your throat as you follow your mother to the back of the restaurant, revealing a popular face sitting at a four-seat table. You smile to yourself as you take in the fact that he can barely sit still, fidgeting as his knee bounces at a quick pace.

His head snaps up when your mother’s voice calls out to him and he nearly trips over his seat as he rushes to stand, and Anna smothers a laugh as you suddenly desire to melt into oblivion and sink behind your mom. It’s almost childish the way you attempt to hide, but honestly, you don’t give a starfish’s arm.

The polite greeting between your mom and Bucky you are aware is completely for your benefit, especially with the way that Bucky’s fingers twitch out toward your mom before recoiling, and after a moment, his gaze sets on you.

And it is quiet for a solid few, awkward seconds before Anna clears her throat and you throw out your hand unceremoniously, reaching for a handshake as you speak, “Y.n, nice to meet you.”

Bucky momentarily freezes in surprise before taking your hand and shaking it firmly and he’s genuinely shocked at the strength in your grip, “Bucky, I’ve heard a lot about you,” he says while gesturing to the 4-chair table behind him and you all take a seat.

“All good things?” you question jokingly, but your voice comes out tight and you have to press your hands against your legs to keep them from shaking too much. You hate this part.

“I’d say so, yeah,” Bucky chuckles and before there is a chance for silence to settle again, the waitress walks back up to the table, smiling sweetly as she takes everyone’s drink order.

Bucky clears his throat when she leaves, scratching at his brain for something to say because, damn it, he wants to make a good impression. Anna offers him a nod of encouragement when his wild, pleading eyes meet hers and so he starts, “How’s school?”

Instantly, he wants to smack himself over the head. The one question Sam had advised him not to ask, of course, was his first question. However, he is surprised by your lack of repulsion, instead, a grin making its way on your face as Anna chuckles, sitting back in her seat with a smirk.

“Here we go…”

“If you mean the prison sentence that is covered up by the mask of education, then I’d say it’s going as good as a hot dog on a roaster,” you say, enjoying the way Bucky’s eyes fill with confusion.

“It can’t be that bad,” Bucky insists and you scoff.

“When we get to the point where students cry, have mental breakdowns, enter depression, all because some stupid test, there is a problem. Now, if it was just a few people, that’s one thing, but when it is as common as it is, there is a problem.”

Bucky sits back in his seat a little, this isn’t exactly the way he expected this conversation to go, but hey, at least your talking, that’s a good sign, right?

“So, what about the education, though?”

You take a sip of the water the waitress placed in front of you, “I have nothing wrong with the education, I have a problem with the system. I love learning, but extents that the school system is going to, the pressure, the discrimination, it makes us hate the idea of ever learning anything.”

Bucky nods along leaning in slightly, amused, “How would you change the system?”

At that, you shrug, “I’m not sure. It’d have to be a way where the students have enough pressure to learn properly, and the testing isn’t too easy. I mean, I don’t want someone to build a bridge and not have any idea what he’s doing, y’know? But I feel like we need to apply the pressure differently than the way we are now. I’m not sure how to do it, but I know it needs to be done.”

Anna smiles and nods along, “Alright, Ms. Revolutionary, don’t scare him off too soon,” she says through a laugh, taking a sip of her sweet tea and Bucky jokingly gapes at her.

“Never,” he says simply and something in your chest begins to ache. Perhaps it is the way Bucky is looking at you mom, the light tint in her cheeks, or the way that she tucks her hair behind her ear the way she does when she’s bashful, you’re not sure, but it triggers something. Your mouth snaps closed and you avert your eyes to the table, barely noticing the slight brush of Bucky’s fingers against Anna’s, a featherlight touch meant to be secret.

They really like eachother.

The previous smile that painted your lips becomes tight, almost forced, yet not quite, and when Bucky’s gaze sets back on you, you can tell he’s noticed, but he keeps it to himself with a slight shake of his head. Anna, however, remains oblivious, at least, to your understanding she does. The night continues forth, and though you add bits and pieces to the conversation, the amount and the liveliness in which you speak is not what it was in the beginning of the night, and as the dinner concludes, you have become mostly silent.

The night air wraps around the three of you as you exit the restaurant, sealing you in a brisk embrace and you follow behind the two love-birds that you notice keep inching closer and closer as you walk, but then they stop, and Bucky looks from Anna to you and you have to swallow the emotions bubbling up your throat.

“I guess this is where we part ways then, until next time,” Bucky says and when he looks to you, he seems hopeful, perhaps a bit nervous, but hopeful nonetheless and you nod.

“It was nice meeting you,” you say and notice the hesitation in both your mother and Bucky to say goodbye and you almost want to laugh, or roll your eyes, you’re not sure, “Mom, keys please.”

She hands them over with a curious look and you smile, “I’ll let your two say goodnight,” you say and walk away when you notice the blush tinting Bucky’s cheeks and once you are gone, Bucky sighs, rubbing the back of his neck and cranes his head up to the sky before looking back to Anna.

“I feel like that could’ve gone better,” he mumbles and Anna shakes her head.

“At least she didn’t rip you raw with a million questions,” she says as she places a hand on his shoulder and Bucky relaxes slightly under her touch.

“She barely spoke after the first twenty minutes.”

“Just give her a little time, she’ll warm up to you, she can be a bit...closed off. Honestly, it went better than with some of my other boyfriends,” Anna says and Bucky narrows his eyes, gripping her waist and pulling her to him, resting his forehead against hers.

“Mine,” he growls and it elicits a giggle to which he smiles at before sighing, “I know it’ll take time, Darlin’, I guess I was just hoping to get a jumpstart tonight.”

“I know. Now that the awkward part is over, we can all hang out a bit more. Y.n will like you, you just gotta show her.”

Bucky nods and after a moment of silence, he tugs her closer, wrapping his arms around her, hugging her as he mumbles, “You’ve gotta go.”

Anna pulls back and places a quick kiss on his lips, “I’ll see you later,” she says then tries to leave his embrace completely only for Bucky to tut softly.

“You don’t think you’re getting out of here with a peck, do ya? Been dyin’ to kiss you all night,” he says and tugs her back to him, slanting his lips across hers before she had the chance to object and she melts against him. It is soft, delicate, the world around them fading into nonexistence because at this moment, it doesn’t matter. It’s warmth and fire, soft touches and morning sunlight basked in radiant colors, a pull of hearts that neither side minds losing. When they pull apart, Anna’s eyes trace the ground as her cheeks heat up to burning red and Bucky’s nose nudges hers, a smile on his face so wide it could split him in two.

“Guess that’ll do for a goodnight,” he mutters softly as his thumb sweeps over her cheek. He presses a kiss to her forehead before backing away and Anna finally meets his eyes again to see the slight smirk on his lips.

“You’re cute when you blush, y’know that?” He adds and Anna gapes, punching him in the shoulder, “Hey, don’t kill the messenger!”

Anna giggles and shakes her head as she backs away, “Goodnight, Bucky.”

Bucky grins and starts backing up to his own car, “Night, Doll. Text me when you get home safe, alright?”

Anna nods, “Same to you, Soldier.”

Once Anna is in her car, Bucky gets into his, a goofy grin on his face that he knows Sam will tease him about, but at this point, he doesn’t think he cares...

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[zanesgirlfriend]

Everybody Has a Pair

Description: Jeff flirts with a very shy reader.

Requested?: Yes, by @davidobrikcloud : Hi! I just found your account and saw that you write for Jeff and I died a little inside. Could you write something where the reader is like super shy and has a crush on Jeff and he flirts with her and just super fluffy? Thank you! 💓

A/N: This is such a cute idea, I enjoyed writing it a lot, even though it turned out longer than expected. Thank you for reading and requesting stories babe 💜 enjoy!!

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She was giddy. Scatterbrained by the fact that this guy she had feelings for had asked for her number. He hadn't texted her yet, but he had her number. This was a big deal for her. She was very shy, and had only ever been on one date in her life.

She had gotten more offers for dates since she had been a part of the vlog squad, but she knew they weren't genuine. Jeff was part of the vlog squad too, so if he ever even considered asking her on a date, she would trust him.

David texted in the groupchat, asking people to come hang out and film bits. She replied and headed over to his house.

She got there before anybody else, always afraid of being late, even though there wasn't a set time to hang out. She walked in the door and sat on the couch with David. Jeff arrived next, looking odd without Todd next to him.

"Where is everybody?" Jeff asked, sitting awfully close to her.

"Well the boys are on tour, Jason has kids, Josh has a kid, Trisha thinks David is a horrible person, Heath doesn't live in LA anymore. . . Shall I go on?" She explained.

"Carly and Erin are on the way, and Heath is getting food with Mariah before they come here." David stared at his phone while he spoke.

"Everybody has a pair. Have you noticed that?" Jeff asked her, his knee bumping into hers casually.

"That's not true, who's David's pair? Who's my pair?" She questioned him, taking in the smell of his cologne.

"David has Josh." He said, pausing to think about who her pair would be. "Are you Zane's pair?" He questioned.

"Zane is supposed to be Heath's pair, but now Heath has Mariah, so is Stassie his pair?" They argued back and forth about if the 'IG Girls' counted in the pairs, and settled on yes. By the time their argument concluded, Carly and Erin had arrived and joined in on the discussion.

Throughout the big discussion of pairs, y/n had gotten more comfortable, laying on the couch with her legs over Jeff's lap. She paid attention to the way his hands would land back on her legs every time he finished speaking.

"Okay well the only two people without pairs would then have to become a pair, correct?" Carly was very enthusiastic about this conversation, as was everyone else in the room.

"Yeah." Y/n and Jeff said in unison.

"Okay then you two are the last pair." Carly gestured towards them.

"How?" Y/n asked, secretly hoping one of the girls would say they looked cute together.

"Look at you!" Erin almost screamed.

Jeff and Y/n looked at eachother, and saw how comfortable they were just being on eachother. Her face became flush as realized that they did look like a couple. Jeff shrugged his shoulders and y/n just stared at the ceiling.

"Umm, hello?" Erin was confused. "We go through all of that, and we discover that you two are meant to be and all you can do is shrug?"

"Nobody said we were meant to be, we just happen to be the odd ones out." Y/n took her legs off of Jeff and sat up.

"Okay, fine but when y'all get together we told you so." Carly ended the conversation.

Later that night everyone was still at David's and Y/n couldn't stop thinking about Jeff. She was way too shy to ever make a move, so she decided to just sit and let the situation fizzle itself out. Jeff, on the other hand, wanted sparks. He had asked for her number the day prior, with the intention of getting to know her and possibly asking her out. After finding out that they truly were the last pair, he figured he should just go for it. He'd forgotten how awkward it was to flirt, so his brain went on Staten Island Autopilot, doing the little things that he knew drove girls crazy.

He started by sitting next to her at every possible opportunity. He would rest his hand on her knee, then her thigh, rubbing his thumb back and forth over her skin. He slid his hand across her back, casually touching her waist as he moved past her. He whispered in her ear, watching her twitch when his breath glided across her neck.

She noticed all of these things, each time holding her breath, trying to keep the moment alive for as long as possible. She wished she knew how to flirt back, so she could put out some sort of signal for him not to stop.

"You have tiny hands." Jeff pointed out. It was something he noticed while he was trying to memorize her features.

"Maybe you just have really big hands." She replied, grabbing his wrist and pressing their hands together. The tops of his fingers wrapped over the tips of hers.

"You know what they say about big hands." Jeff laughed. His laugh was like music to her ears. She smiled and dropped her hand, disconnecting their touch.

Jeff liked touching her though, he liked how smooth her skin was, and how gentle she was with everyone and everything. On the same level, she admired the strange grip his hand had on hers, and how kind he was to everyone he met.

They were sat next to eachother again, this time on the little loveseat in the podcast room. They faced eachother, her legs criss-cross-applesauced. He leaned his elbow against the back of the couch, extending his arm to brush the hair out of her face.

"Your hair is very soft." His fingers lingered behind her ear, tracing across her jaw and down her neck.

"Your hair looks very soft." She leaned into his touch, somehow feeling eased by the warmth of his fingertips. Jeff leaned over as if to gesture for her to touch his hair. She ran five fingers through, lightly scratching his scalp as she felt the soft, freshly washed hair.

"Ooh, that feels good, keep doin' that." Jeff turned around and she extended her legs onto the couch. He leaned back, laying between her legs and resting his head on her chest.

She watched his eyes close as she massaged his scalp, feeling the pure bliss of just being with someone and not even having to talk.

"You two look cozy." Zane appeared in the doorway. Jeff didn't even have to open his eyes before responding.

"We're a pair, we gotta be comfortable with eachother, ya know?" His words made her smile, as if they really were meant to be.

"Are you guys dating? When did that happen?" Zane sat down on a different couch, giving the couple their space. Y/n definitely didn't know how to respond to that. Luckily for her, Jeff did.

"Not yet, but we will be soon."

#jeff wittek imagine #jeff imagine #jeff x reader #jeff wittek #jeff #davids vlogs #david dobrik #david dobrik imagine #david dobrik imagines #vlog squad #vlog squad imagine #vlog squad imagines #carly incontro #erin gilfoy #carly and erin #zane hijazi #heath hussar #mariah amato #todd smith #scott sire #jason nash #trisha paytas

[kcllmongers]

We putting in our 2 cents? Hold my beer. 

Ahem. 

I come in peace. I want to have a genuine conversation with anyone who wants to agree or disagree because of well...growth lmao. I’m not going to rant or shade. There’s two things I want to talk about. 

1) Why do y’all care so much about this bitch who plays multiple characters (when you niggas do the same. don’t front) 

2) Why not take advantage of this thing called a delete button? 

First thing’s first. We can’t talk about niggas being sensitive when y’all sensitive y’allselves. It’s just a different type of sensitive. Not the delete and post unfollow but the “I’ma rant in my mentions all day” sensitive. Hate to break it to you but that’s being sensitive. You are responding passionately to someone’s comment on you, your development or you’re expressing how you feel about something. Shit I'm being sensitive rn because I really could've kept my mouth shut but I have feelings about stuff. 

Dipping after causing a mess is being sensitive because well, like many pointed out, you caused it and knew what you were doing so don’t post your unfollow after causing a disturbance. Fuck it and move on, tf? You thought exposing IMs, calling someone ugly, saying you’re slap them all of that WOULDN’T cause a problem? People pick out these FCs and go into this with failing muse already after the first week and it doesn’t help when someone wants to randomly slap you or if you’re called ugly. Personally? I’d laugh and move on but some people are different and you can't be mad at that. Just like we learned and grew from our experiences, we need to let the new comers do that. If you got some dope plots, good development, and having fun then fuck the sensitive bitches you’re talking about and keep it pushing. 

Let me skip to number 2. This is all fake, which we can all agree. This community started as an escape for alot of people and still is. We’re grown now. You’d think with bills, rent, jobs and now new relationships we know how to handle things like adults. The only person controlling your good time is YOU. I’ve stopped giving a fuck what people say about my characters, to my characters on anon because this is all fake. I’m not really the person I’m playing and I have a slim understanding of the whole I  “I'm working hard to play this so the anons are annoying” shit but none of that will matter come the next rp. And if you get that discouraging anon. DELETE IT. You literally have the power to delete the hate and to make them feel small. Turn off your anons, ignore it. I’ve enjoyed my time in rps way more when I don’t respond to anons even if it’s with a funny comeback, meme, gif or whatever. But you know the minute you answer 1 of them hoes, 5 more come up so why continue to do pay pussy bitches any mind? Why make the admins mad when they tell you to stop posting them? I wish I could delete racism, homophobia, colorists, slut shaming, rapists, murderers, shit I want to delete the president of this here country but the beauty of this community is that you can literally come here and delete the toxicity away. Be somebody different and not you. But you niggas choose not to and say people are ‘ruining’ things. No. No one is forcing you to answer or do anything you don’t want to. We have full control of these keyboards and if you get a hate anon? Fuck em and keep doing you sis. Period. Now, going into number 1. This is long so strap in.

I said the only person controlling your good time is YOU. This is an anonymous platform all around. Its not just that anon button. On Tumblr you can have real blogs with your face but in an rp realm its your fave as your avi correct? In WC its your fave correct? Fake aliases and all sis. I’ve been on the phone with some people a few times and there’s only ONE person who’s ever seen my face in the 8 years I've been doing this and ive seen theirs. Now, many of you are closer and know names, locations and all of that. That’s cool and fine but some people don’t want to do that. But even then, how do you really know who is who with all these FCs and platforms? Because your friend said so? That don’t mean shit. It’s scary and it’s even scarier when maybe you’re surrounded by the same bitch in different FCs but stressing out over this person who does this is just a waste of your time and has to be the biggest downfall in this community since that shitty ass blackout that nobody took seriously. Good times but it wasn't hard to figure out photoshop. Anyways. Everyone has their assumptions and honestly who knows the truth? What are we looking at. Typing patterns? plot similarities? FC usages? I mean come on. This is the most vague evidence ever and I know niggas were full of shit when they were saying who this bitch was turns out it wasn’t even them. I knew niggas were full of shit when at point I heard my character was apparently this bitch and it’s just like...naw lmao. My limit might be TWO and honestly I only get the second if it’s a FC I really wanted and eventually the other one dies off but talking to myself? Smutting with myself? 3 WCs? It makes me chuckle at the thought of people thinking I even had the time. I don’t even want to talk to other people sometimes and you think I’m going back and forth between a computer/phone or whatever to do that? Nobody knows me but if y’all did it would be laughable too. I’m so god damn lazy it’s not even funny but listen if there’s a bitch that does that in this community...let them. What does that have to do with you? They’re ruining your development? Your good time? WRONG. 

 Worry about you. Your character and your shit is all that should matter so you can take pride in it when you’re done. Not the hours spent figuring out who is who. You could be thinking its the bitch and it’s actually one of your friends and Ive seen it happen. So what it’s the same plots? People develop differently. We still got CBs with anger problems, Dave Easts who move bricks, Rihannas who don’t drop music or act boujee as hell, Saweeties who act ghetto and so on. Y’all FCs act exactly how they usually do ooc and no one bats an eyelash until it’s someone they don’t know doing it. We all based our characters on real like shit they doing. It’s why we choose the characters because of their resources and development. Same with playing multiple characters. I’ve watched y’all sit and pick out MULTIPLE FCs for new rps but nooooooooooooooooooo let’s blow the sirens for this one girl who’s single handedly bringing down he community right? You’re blaming the downfall on ONE person at this point and it’s laughable because who’s at fault for this shit right now? And don’t say sensitive people because we just spoke about this lmao.

And honestly, if this bitch is that irritating. And you feel it in your core that it’s her. Just tell them straight up. I've done it. I get word that it’s most likely them, they do some funny shit and I dead it. Open our plot, cut off connections. Nope. It’s just not me and with the stories I can’t be bothered with he mess. It’s that easy. you literally have the power at your finger tips to better this community by deleting anons, blocking the bitches you can’t trust and just simply telling someone no. But you guys choose to entertain anons or the people in your IMs asking for smut then go to WC and complain. Your next IM shouldn't be sliding into the pussy or on the dick but should be “I'm good luv, enjoy” they’ll get the message. If not, use your words and say you don’t want to. I’ve done it and it was smooth sailing. But you keep replying and actually fuck???????? But still complain?????? 

In conclusion, I feel like we all play a part in how this community is right now. It’s not just one bitch, it’s not just a group of people. It’s not the sensitivity. It’s everyone. It was me at one point trail blazing through the tags. I owned up to it. But I really just chill and rock with something until it dies. There’s a person that hates this blog, I know they hate this blog because we butted heads and turns out they’re my favorite person I’ve ever got the chance to plot and connect with. And I wanted to tell them I was the blog but it just goes to show shit can run smoothly even when people have different opinions. I don’t agree with alot of shit but ranting, anons and all of that won’t do anything. It’ll just leave a bad taste in the tag. 

SO. With that being said, I open the floor to any disagreements. Agreements? Wanna discuss something you didn’t like? Let’s have a conversation rather than yell at eachother. It just makes everyone mad. 

#urban rpg #urban rp #━━ 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 ; 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎. ≫ #━━ 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 ; 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜. ≫

[windingdrabble]

     “Y’ look nice.”

     ‘Nice’ doesn’t exactly cut it. It works, sure-- Ruby’s crossed the ‘nice’ bar easily, it isn’t incorrect, but it isn’t enough. His fur looks nice when the light from the moon hits it. The nurses gave him pain medication, and it’s working well enough to where his smile is small but constant and there and soft and calm and nice. Ruby makes a joke at his eyes’ expense every time he gets the opportunity to, but he keeps fluttering them open and closed and the quick, delicate blinks are curtains to his foggy eyes that Sonic can’t bring himself to think aren’t nice still. Maybe he’s covered in bandages and bruises but he’s still nice, even if calling it ‘nice’ adds to the bubble of frustration and confusion in him. Nice isn’t quite right, but it’s the only thing he can bring himself to think of, and that’s already enough to make him break eye contact.

Ruby’s eyes open and stay open for longer this time, looking up at Sonic. There’s a bandage on his cheek, but Sonic grins a little stiffled grin when he bets to himself the blush could probably show through the gauze. 

“I look like shit,” the other deadpans, turning his head a little to the right on Sonic’s lap. The motion gets him a little closer to the hand Sonic has hovering over that side of his face. Sonic’s reluctant thumb tucks in closer to graze over Ruby’s nose, and after a few beats of serene (odd, misplaced, but not unwelcomed serene-- serene is a luxury to them both) silence, Ruby buries his muzzles into Sonic’s palm with a sigh. Sonic can’t help but not be able to stiffle the grin any longer, chest warm and cheeks red. He can’t tell yet if Ruby’s naturally this touchy or not-- he’s more often than not on some sort of pill or pain killer and SOnic knows from experience that definitely is a factor to consider-- but it’s-- also nice. Sometimes, when they both seem to gravitate towards sitting in the same spot and lean into eachother, it’s nice.

“How would you know?” Sonic replies, a little amusement in his voice. Ruby just... ending up half-asleep on his lap was already endearing (endearing-- endearing is nice, and it’s a little better than nice, but endearing doesn’t fill up the space in his heart Ruby has carved himself a home into) but hiding his face in his hand makes him smile crooked-- he can feel it.

“I just do,” Ruby replies, in his endless, stubborn wisdom. Sonic rolls his eyes, tracing the outline of Ruby’s eye with a stray thumb.

“Flawless logic, O’ Wise One. I’m the only one who can tell if y’ look like shit or not.”

He feels Ruby smile the smallest bit wider, and his heart skips a beat, and Ruby hides in his palm again and sunlight falls over Sonic’s back.  

“You are biased,” Ruby replies not-exactly-incorrectly (he still looks nice, still looks endearing wrapped up in all the bandages and casts), quiet and muffled. “You are the second least qualified to tell me if I look like shit or not.”

“Hey, I’m not second best at anything,” Sonic feigns insult, despite the smile in his voice. Ruby’s face isn’t as warm as it was when he was in the throughs of sickness weeks ago, but Sonic prefers it this way. If Ruby’s fever had come back that quickly that fast he would’ve been kicking down the doctor’s door forever ago. “If I gotta be unqualified I gotta be the most unqualified or no dice.”

Ruby opens his right eye to roll it, and Sonic huffs. Ruby complains that his eyes are useless now, but of course he doesn’t skip out of putting up a show of annoyance. 

“You make no sense,” he comments, closing his eye again when Sonic’s other hand gently brushes the fur near his ear. Sonic’s familiar with longing now, or familiar with it enough to at least recognize its pull at Ruby so easily giving in to the affection, at his still-relatively-peaceful smile under the moonlight still streaming in through the window, at the breath he feels dance over his hand as Ruby eases into him more. Sonic hasn’t made sense for a long time now, and for once, it isn’t daunting or scary or stressful.

“You don’t either,” Sonic shrugs, brushing over the pathways on the side fo Ruby’s face that are starting to become somewhat familiar, that are still drawing out that longing. 

It shouldn’t be too long before the hospital discharges Ruby. He’s getting his casts removed... in a few weeks (Sonic tries to keep track of all the dates, but for the life of him everything is still so liquid and runny and it blends together a lot), he’s been face mask free for a while now, he’s allowed to be carried outside and to hobble around more and more with Sonic to keep an eye on things. He won’t need to be tied down to a bed pretty soon, he won’t have to take as many medicines, he won’t have to move so little. He won’t have to get pain meds and curl up like this and joke in a quiet voice, the only voice in the room, and the only voice in the world Sonic wants to listen to at the moment. He won’t need distractions from the hospital at night, he won’t need conversations at four am (it was four last time he checked, before climbing on the bed), he won’t need Sonic to brush his quills absentmindedly (he isn’t absentminded-- he’s very present and very aware and very invested in where Ruby moves, what he says, how his fur moves against Sonic’s fingers, how his lips move against Sonic’s palm, how he looks so okay for once in forever and Sonic wants him to be okay forever), he won’t need Sonic to ‘accidentally’ have to stay where he is for the rest of the night, back to propped up pillows and hands gently discovering where he can scratch to get Ruby to be less grumpy.

The longing tugs, familiar anxiety seeping into the calm atmosphere. 

Where would Ruby go after this? Sonic may be working on the whole Chaos Control... Control thing, but he can’t manage as much back and forth as he does from the hospital to anywhere else in his world. That’s his world, where everything is a five minute run away at most. Ruby’s home is in his corner of the multiverse, and Sonic shifts uncomfortably at the thought of leaving Ruby (stubborn, way too godamn stubborn Ruby) to his own devices with a hole in his chest, alone in a world Mephiles likes to frequent. Sonic hasn’t been able to track down that thing since the whole mess went down-- his Super Sonic memories have always been a little... dreamlike. 

Ruby could want him to stay away, now that he won’t need as much care. Sonic is the emergency contact for a whole host of reasons, but half fo them are for the safety of everyone around Ruby. Sonic woudl be hard-pressed to find someone as explosive during a panic attack as Ruby is, and when you’re a ticking time Chaos Energy time bomb who was made to sock people’s jaws in his sleep, only someone with the same jaw-socking dayjob can keep you at bay. Ruby would still need someone to keep him from hurting /himself/, yeah, but... Ruby’s stuck here, one way or another. When he bails out fo the hospital, he won’t be stuck anymore-- stuck with the hopsital, or stuck with Sonic. 

“Hey, uh-- you,” he licks his lips, twirling a few strands of Ruby’s fur. “You.. going to stay.. at your place when they let you outta here?”

“You mean I am not here for the rest of my endless life?” Ruby laughs, and this time the skip in Sonic’s heart is bittersweet. There’s something about hearing Ruby laugh and it being the only sound in the room. 

His eye opens again, and he shifts in Sonic’s lap. “I... no.” Something taints the peace that had blanketed Ruby for most of the night, something shadows over his face and knits his brows. “No, I... I will look for somewhere to stay here, I guess.”

They’ve talked about a lot of things in Ruby’s hospital stay. Guilt, anger, hurt, regret, mistakes, apparently mutual feelings (though they haven’t said they’re anything other than friends, which Sonic doesn’t complain about), but Sonic doesn’t think it’s ever going to be a comfortable subject to bring up. Given what he knows now about Ruby’s history, he doesn’t blame Ruby for skipping out on home visits. Sonic runs his fingers down Ruby’s face, trying to draw the tension from his expression and shoulders again, somehow. 

“I-- You--” he stutters, never a good thing to be unable to keep back. Sonic the Hedgehog is witty and fast-talking and confident, and when Sonic the Hedgehog isn’t witty and fast-talking and confident the red flag it raises sticks out like a sore thumb. “You-- Y’know, I don’t... I don’t know if..”

“Spirit, relax.” Ruby’s head tilts, away from Sonic’s hand to attempt to make eye contact. Sonic bites on the inside of his cheek, ears flicking like an anxious beat pacer. Ruby’s hand lifts from the messy blankets all around them, enough telegraphing to tell Sonic to meet him halfway. Blind, and all. Sonic rolls his shoulders, holding onto Ruby’s outstretched hand, which squeezes when they made contact. 

“Stuttering does not sound like you,” Ruby continues, softly enough to where Sonic doesn’t start thinking the same thing, to his own detriment. He stutters rarely, although if he does it’s usually around Ruby. “What is it?”

Sonic blinks down at him, at the glassy eyes he hasn’t come to appreciate any less, at the genuine emotion in them despite their lack of eyesight, at Ruby’s slight head tilt, concerned and curious and nice and endearing and cute. Cute also doesn’t occupy the space he needs it to occupy, but it slots in a little better. A more snug fit, even if the longing is making it cold and Sonic involuntarily holds Ruby’s hand tighter. Ruby rubs his knuckles with his thumb, still inquisitive. Still allowing Sonic his own pace.

“Tails’ house,” Sonic manages, blinking down and then away from Ruby at the door of the pale white room. “I.. have a room. In Tails’ house. He could... I think I can cash in a few favors, and you could.. crash there, for a bit.”

Sonic laughs without intending to. “If you aren’t tired of having me around so much.”

Ruby shifts again, a little more than the last few times. He’s still frowning, but still inquisitive-- curious if anything. Curious, confused. “Why would I be tired of that?” 

Sonic blinks, scrambling through the logic in his thought process for an explanation. He laughs again, nervously. “Well, I dunno. If you’re just.. making due with what ya’ got here, I mean. It isn’t like you sleep much at all-- or if I sleep much at all, either-- and if you’re stuck in the hospital and not moving, and I’m not moving to make sure you don’t run away, then you- might as well.. do this, I guess.”

He shrugs again, ear twitching. “I dunno if this is your-- first choice for spending the night. I’m just a free pillow and conversation.”

Ruby shakes his head, taking back his hand to blindly hover over where he probably imagined Spirit’s cheek to be, and when he makes contact, he finds his way to Sonic’s chin to tilt it enough to get Sonic’s runaway eyes.

“Making due? Spirit, did you miss out on that whole conversation we had where we both said we were hypocrites and liked eachother?”

The question and the hand at his chin make Sonic run a blush. “No, ‘course not, but.. it ain’t like I know how this works, and you don’t either, and we’re both not exactly the ‘let’s immediately get married immediately and never leave until we get sick of eachother’ kind people, y’know?”

With his hands free, Sonic tugs on the cuff of his glove. “We both need our space, we already talked about that, and I don’t.. I don’t know how much y’re doing this cause you’re bedridden?”

“No, I know, but why would I be tired of you? I... like spending time with you, I told you that. You make staying here bearable...”

Sonic shifts again, opposite ear twitching. “Just a hunch.”

He looks away again, despite Ruby’s eye contact being mostly for show. His stomach twists into familiar anxiety. “A few months ago I barely figured out if I woudl throw up if you held my hand or not, dude. I ‘unno where your line is drawn.. If you’re just here right now cause it’s convenient or...”

He twitches, not exactly discreetly. “You know I’m bad at this.”

“I know,” Ruby replies, a little fond and a little concerned and a little in thought. His ears swivel towards Sonic. “...You think this is going to stop.”

Sonic tilts his head, a ‘so-so’ kind of thing. “Hell if I know.”

And he doesn’t really know, not clearly. It isn’t a clear cut deal, sorting through his thoughts when they get tangled up in the mess that is emotions. It’s-- a lot, a lot of overwhelming, anxious stuff and things and Sonic can’t even differentiate the stuff from the things, but it sounds close enough, it sounds resonant enough, it sounds familiar and sort of... close. He didn’t think Jules was going to stop. He didn’t think Bernie was going to stop. 

“It... at least sounds like it,” Ruby sighs, cupping Sonic’s cheek, to which Sonic replies by nuzzling into his palm like Ruby had done earlier with him. 

“...I worry about that, too,” he says, vaguely like a confession. “That this will stop. That you will change your mind.”

Sonic blinks, leaning into Ruby’s hand. Smiles a little, a little sad. “That it’s temporary, yeah?”

As if he can detect it, Ruby returns the sad, empathetic smile a little. “Yeah.”

Sonic sighs in the quiet of the night, slipping his fingers inbetween the ones Ruby has on his cheek. They hold eachother’s remaining hands. “Do you.. think it’ll stop?”

Ruby shakes his head, bringing their held hands closer. “Why would I say no to a free pillow and conversation? You are annoying, but not that annoying.”

Sonic laughs, louder and more genuine than his nervous, awkward laughs. He fully tangles his fingers with the hand Ruby keeps on his cheek, pulling it down. His head falls, his nose bumps against Ruby’s where he closes his eyes and breathes through the insecurity clouding his head. Ruby worries about the same thing. He opens his eyes again, and inhales a little relief when Ruby smiles.

“The.. line. The 'this isn’t my thing’ or ‘I got bored, I guess’ line. D’you know where you draw it yet?”

Ruby’s eyes are close and Sonic can see him thinking, ears twitching, blushing. It’s... cute. “Do you?”

“Well-- doing this isn’t the end of the world,” Sonic says, somewhat playfully, and more relief filters in when he recognizes his own playfulness. “I think it’s... a mood-dependant thing, but.. you?”

Ruby leans up a little, enough to nuzzle their noses together, and Sonic snorts as he answers. “I think I can make do.”

#i didnt intend for them to talk abt their abandonement issues but i guess theyre talking about their abandonement issues now #its all over the place cause its 4 am but spirit doesnt know how to organize his thoughts and emotions much so ultimately its eh

[erikismybitch]

Havana : part two

Naomi didn’t sleep well that night , she never slept well in foreign places . She could only rest in the comfort of her own bed . Even when she stayed over at Rains House, she tossed and turned all night .

The sun was up now, Naomi found herself in the sand and at peace with her yellow polka dot yoga mat .

Erik was up to, a practice he had mastered after years in the military. His eyes would automatically open at five am, no alarm needed . His room was the only room that overlooked the beach . Unknowingly he watched her, still laying in his bed.

Tree pose

Bridge pose

Child’s pose

Cobra pose

And one Erik liked very much , Downward dog.

In addition to her voluptuous body, he appreciated how flexible she was. He could see every curve she posessed, due to her light blue yoga pants and matching sports bra. When she was done, Erik found himself disappointed that the show was over. She came inside , he heard her footsteps in the kitchen . He knew it was her because his mother and sister slept late . He was yearning to talk to her before they got up .

Naomi rummaged through Eriks kitchen cabinets , in search for something to nibble on . She gave the fridge a try, no luck .

“This man has no food” she mumbled .

“I don’t eat” Erik walked into the kitchen, scaring her half to death . She placed her hand on her chest and turned to him . Erik stood there in all his glory, with nothing on but a pair of thin joggers. “I just drink my protein shakes , eggs , meat, I eat a lot of frozen shit”

“Aww Erik” Shame hiding being her voice . “Is there a store around here?” She asked .

“A store for what, you don’t want a shake?” He joked as he opened his cabinet and grabbed the container of chocolate whey.

“I need basic things, like fruit and vegetables“ she said sarcastically.

“It���s one that’s walking distance , want me to go with you ?”

“No, I can handle it if you tell me how to get there”

“Okay Dora. As soon as you leave the gates, walk left . Just keep walking you’ll see it”

Naomi set off to the store , the distance was longer than she expected . But nevertheless she got to see the beautiful neighborhood on the way . The group of uniformed children who walked to school and waved as they past . She met an old senile woman smoking a cigar that mistook her for her daughter . Then the slick heckler who tried to convince her to buy a fake gold bracelet .

“Hola’” Naomi greeted the old man who she assumed owned the small store . He was the only one behind the counter . He said Hi back . He was dark skinned and had dreadlocks that hung below his back . On his wrist was a bracelet with the lion of Zion.

“Como estas!” He shouted , reveling his missing front tooth.

“Bien”

She grabbed a small basket and got the things she needed . Fresh OJ, bread , mango, breakfast sausage and plantain. The market didn’t have much so she made due . She paid for the items and went back to Erik’s villa . It was humid , her body had become moist on the walk back . She placed the items on the counter , Erik was still there . The others were still sleeping .

“I need two skillets, help me...help me” she told Erik , he obliged and even turned on the stove for her .

Naomi placed her hair in a high bun, Erik admired her beautiful full face . She washed her hands too , that suggested that she was clean . She added a couple of sausages to the pan.

“I love plantain, you making it too?”Erik picked up the two ripe fruits .

“I thought you didn’t eat” she snatched them, pealed them and began to cut them .

“I eat that, that shit be good”

She laughed at little , adding oil to the empty skillet and turning on the fire . Naomi began cracking eggs into an empty bowl .

“You have no TV, how do you live like this?” The previous night, Naomi noticed that he didn’t . She was an advent TV watcher , it ran her life .

“The channels here are not regular channels. I watch stuff on my Mac, whenever the internet works” he sat across from her on a tall stool. He watched her cook . They talked and laughed more and more as she finished . Conversing about everything under the sun. From what cartoons they both hate , to what really happened to Tupac and Biggie . No topic was left untouched in the kitchen .

Rain and Ruby were both awaken by the laughs of Erik and Naomi . They peeked nosely at the two who were sitting next to eachother , fairly close . Ruby’s intuition had served her right , she knew her son would take a liking to Naomi . Rain on the other hand was disgusted, as any little sister would be .

“Did you make us some food too!?” Rain interrupted , walking into the kitchen with her big pink bonnet on her head .

“Good morning lil nigga” Erik scoffed at his sisters rude behavior.

“My bad, good morning y’all “ She retracted .

“It’s enough for everybody “

They came into the kitchen and helped themselves to the things Naomi cooked .

After everyone finished , Rain and Naomi got dressed for a day out . Ruby had been there and done that, she wanted to have a day of relaxation and decided to stay home . Erik said he didn’t want to third wheel. The truth was, he didn’t want to talk to Naomi around his pesky baby sister.

They left , hauling a classic car to escort them to El Capitolo. Naomi was highly interested in Fidel Castro . After they conquered that historical place , the two of them set out to Old Havana. They walked around the beautiful colorful buildings and brick passages .

The duo found themselves in the middle of an outside market , where locals and other tourist bargained with eachother on prices . Naomi was at a small booth, admiring a small bracelet . “How much?” She asked the salesman. He told her is was five Cuban Pesos. She willingly gave him the money . He politely took her hand and put the bracelet on her wrists. She smiled and thanked him .

“You’re too nice , these people are gonna take all your money “ Rain said, while she ignored the heckler fighting for her attention . “Pesos aren’t much, and it’s the least I can do . This country is so beautiful “

“Well, Erik told me not to be too nice . People take advantage of you “

Erik . Naomi thought about him. He had defiantly left a mark on her . Her mouth had curved into a smile , she didn’t even notice . She wanted to get back to the villa just to see him again.

“Bitch, are you smiling . Are you thinking about my brother !” She stuck her nose in the air and rolled her eyes .

Naomi laughed bashfully , trying her best to hide her smile . “I’m not” she lied .

“I know what kind of affect he has on women, be honest”

“I am, but I don’t want to talk about this with you !” Naomi quickly walked ahead of her in efforts to avoid her glare . “Let’s Just find dinner” she suggested . Lusting over her close friends brother was not something Naomi wanted to talk about .

They ate dinner at a tourist aimed restaurant . Naomi wanted more authentic food but Rain wasn’t a very open person . They settled for hamburgers and drinks . When they were good and full they took that long cab ride back to Eriks villa . Where Rain still pestered her about the crush she had on her brother . Naomi pled the fifth with each question . It was later than usual when they got back . The house was dark and silent . Rain was tipsy and wanted to lay down. Naomi noticed Erik outside on the patio , she was tipsy too . “I’ll come bother you later, I’m gonna go take a shower “

Naomi did take a shower, but she had no intentions on going to Rains room. She went out on the deck. As soon as she walked out , she was met with his voice . To her, he talked like a teen with a raspy voice . But somehow it was still masculine and manly . And when he spoke too fast, it sounded like he had food in his mouth . She started to laugh at the thought . You know, those small things people notice when they like someone .

“What’s funny ?” He quizzed , he took a puff of the huge cigar he was smoking.

“Just thinking about something funny “

He extended the cigar to her , offering it up. She shook her head. “You ever smoked one before ?” His body rocked back and forth on the hammock he was laying in .

“No, just weed”

“They catch you with weed out here, that’s ten years. Come try it “ she hesitated. “Girl if you don’t bring that ass over here !” Erik was adamant.

She ran her hands through her curls and walked to the hammock . She let out a breath of nervousness. He pulled her onto the hammock with him . She positioned herself on her side, facing Erik who was laying on his back . “You smell good, the bugs finna’ have a field day on you “ she felt dumb, her scent was only to entice Erik, not to get bit. He gave her the cigar . “Take it in twice , do it slow though”

She didn’t take his advice , she did it too fast . Her lungs filled up with smoke and she coughed it up . Tears started to build in her eyes . He laughed hard and encouraged her to try again . She did it correctly this time . “There you go, take it like a boss”

“I got it” her voice was high pitched with excitement. She beamed as she gave him the cigar back . He leaned down and ashed it on the ground . The hammock shifted and Naomi slid closer. She thought the cigar was disgusting, a one time experience.

“Did you and ugly have a good day?” He asked, referring to Rain as ugly .

“Yes, me and your sister had a good day”

He took a sip of something , it seemed to be alcohol . “What y’all do?”

“Went to a museum, bought some stuff at a market , then ate dinner”

“Yeah, was the food good?” He was genuinely interested in her day . That, and he just wanted to be close to her . He didn’t want her to go away . The sound of her small voice he liked .

“The food was okay, it was just burgers” she spoke slow, sleep was starting to catch up with her .

“Tomorrow, I’ll take you guys out to dinner . Somewhere nice too”

He opened his arm and wrapped it above her head. They made eye contact slowly . Erik wanted badly to place his lips on hers, but it was too early . He couldn’t deny that he felt a way. It was embarrassing to him, they just met. His emotions were far beyond his control . If he tried to kiss her, Naomi would oblige. She felt the exact same about him .

Her head rested under his arm and against his chest . Her nostrils filled with the sent of musk and his deodorant. Her bare legs rubbed gently against his . “It’s weird to me. I feel like I know you”

“That’s what your sister said when she first met me” her eyes closed, the loud tree frogs were chirping in the darkness. It was like a lullaby .

“We a lot alike people say . She likes you so you must be cool people” his voice was getting deeper, sleep was chasing him too.

“I’m alright” Naomi played coy.

“Nah, you more than just alright...”

He nuzzled her closer to him and they both drifted off asleep.

#havana #erik killmonger fanfiction #erik killmonger fanfic #erik killmonger imagine

[fanfictionisthekeytothesoul]

Life on the Atlas

Life on the Atlas took some adjusting. Veronica was adjusting to the new Lance too. This was not the same brother who left.

Or basically, through the eyes of Veronica as she witnesses just how different her brother has become. Set post s7 so spoilers ahead.

There is Klance in this and they get together in this story. You don't see the get together part, only that they are together, which can be any point within this story- you decide. But they aren't together before this story starts.

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Veronica knew, logically, that Lance wasn’t the same person now then who he was when he left. Sometimes though, there are moments, when Veronica notices just how different he has become. Something happened in space - fighting a war, she supposes- that changed him. Now, Veronica had lived through an alien invasion and she hasn’t changed to drastically- but Lance… Lance lived through very different things.

Veronica always used to barge into Lance’s room of a morning to wake him up, and when one morning he was late to breakfast, she figured she’d bring back the old tradition.

She opened Lance’s door without knocking and watched as Lance jumped up in the bed, on one knee in an instant, with his rifle aimed at her. When he recognised Veronica, he sighed, his gun disappearing and he fell backwards, putting an arm over his face.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to- it was just a reflex,” Lance said.

“It’s alright Lance.” Veronica approached Lance slowly though, and her heart hammered in her chest. It wasn’t the gun that had scared her, but the look on Lance’s face. It was a look she had never seen- it was void of all emotion, his eyes were dark and he looked… “I was just coming to get you for breakfast.”

“Oh, thanks,” Lance said, moving to get up, “I’m on space time I suppose.”

“I think the rest of your crew are as well. None of them turned up except for the red haired Altean. Coran.”

“Coran slept sporadically on the castle. He was always awake when you never expected him to be. I’ll grab the others, and we’ll be out in a couple of dobashes. Maybe a varga if people are extra tired.” Lance laughed lightly as he said that.

“What?”  Dobash? Varga? What were those?

“Oh sorry, space time, literally. We’ll be out in a couple of minutes, maybe an hour, depending on how tired everyone is.”

“Right, of course. Take your time.”

Veronica walked back out of Lance’s room, her brain looping that whole interaction. Sometimes she forgot how long Lance had been away, and how different his experiences have been.

“Lance it isn’t that big of a deal. I can fight, let me spar with you.” Veronica didn’t understand why he was being so stubborn. Veronica might not be a fighter by design, but she knew how to fight.

“No Veronica. I’m not arguing anymore. I’m sparring with Keith.”

“Just tell me why.”

“It’s important that we work on our teamwork,” Lance said, but he avoided eye contact when he spoke.

How can you work on teamwork while sparring? It isn’t logically sound. But Veronica also saw Lance’s set jaw and she knew he wasn’t going to relent.

“Fine,” she said. “But I want to watch you spar with Keith. Learn a few pointers.”

“No! Uh- I mean, just work out in the other room. I don’t want you to watch me spar with Keith.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“Ronnie, please. Just do it.”

Veronica didn’t know what to say because Lance seemed almost… desperate. She nodded, walking away. She didn’t know why he didn’t want her to watch but he didn’t and she had to respect that. Things weren’t the same as they were when they were kids- they had to respect each others privacy now.

Living on the Atlas was weird. Veronica wasn’t used to being in a confined space that floats with lots of other people, all living their lives. Even the Voltron crew were jumpy on board the Atlas, though she couldn’t imagine why. They had spent years on a ship basically identical to this one.

At least eating was familiar. It was just like when she was a lower rank in the Garrison and had to eat with all of the other recruits. Lots of people talking amongst their friends, getting up to grab more food, or get a drink. The constant noise was almost calming to her now, like when she used to live at home. Now her home had combined with her job.

Veronica was currently sitting at a table with her family, and adjacent to her table was the Voltron crew- including Lance. The McClain family kept bringing them into the conversation, which was great and entertaining at first, but Lance’s answer starting getting terser, and he was gripping his eating utensils in his hands a little tighter than necessary.

“Lance, that was uncalled for.” Veronica snapped at Lance after he had been short with Marco. Lance opened his mouth, probably with a harsh retort, when Shiro and Hunk picked him up by his arms and took him out of the cafeteria.

“What was that about?” Luis asked.

“He was overstimulated,” came a monotone reply from Keith. Or perhaps it wasn’t monotone, but straightforward. They were pretty similar in Veronica’s experience.

“We’re Lance’s family,” her mum said indignantly. “He’s been around us his whole life. We’ve always been this way and not once has he ever responded like that.”

“Not his whole life.” Keith replied. He was staring at the family now, his eyes intense. “We’ve lived on a ship together for years. It was just the seven of us for most of that time- with the same routines and habits. The Atlas is too much sometimes.”

Silence encompassed the McClain table, and they exchanged guilty glances. Veronica had just assumed that it would go back to normal but she supposed, logically, that was impossible.

“Keith is right.” Pidge chimed in. “We’ve all experienced it since being on the Atlas. Lance just tries to hide it because he wants to feel normal with you guys.”

“He is normal with us,” Veronica said.

“Yeah, but do you know how much effort he puts in to keep it that way?”

Veronica avoided eye contact with her family this time because, honestly, no. She hadn’t even considered that this could even be an adjustment for Lance, let alone a hard one. He had acted the same way as always and she had just assumed… She was such an idiot. She knew better than to just assume things. She was an analyst, so why did she fail at analysing her own brother?

Veronica’s insomnia hadn’t acted up in a while, but it shows up every now and then. Tonight was one of those nights. She had stayed up doing more research but her brain wasn’t functioning the way it needed to in order to make any progress.

Veronica decided to take a lap of the Atlas and try to clear her mind. She noticed a light up ahead and gravitated towards it, curious to see who else was awake.

“-honest. Did you really vote for me because you didn’t want to be stuck with me for eternity?” That was Lance’s voice.  Why was he awake? Who was he talking to?

“Not exactly.” Keith’s voice. “It’s complicated- but I didn’t want to give to real answer for the sake of entertainment. Honestly, part of it was me not wanting to listen to you being called dumb anymore. You aren’t dumb Lance, not at all.”

“Aw, Keith, that was really sweet.”

“Yeah, well… whatever. I also wanted you to see your family again.”

Veronica’s heart jumped and she rushed away down the corridor. She knew she wasn’t spotted but the mention of her (though a little indirectly) had reminded her that she was eavesdropping.

Veronica hadn’t meant to snoop, but she saw Lance and Keith sparring from the corner of her eye and curiosity got the better of her. She positioned herself so she could see them but they couldn’t see her.

They moved so quickly, trading blows back and forth. They had both activated their bayards and were fighting with swords-  Lance had a sword now? . The clanging of the swords echoed around the empty room. But what surprised her was how ruthless they were. They didn’t pull their punches and they fought strategically. She watched them in a shocked silence for their entire sparring session and was surprised at the end of the session how they laughed and joked with each other, despite being at eachothers throats moments before.

“You’re getting better with a sword, it was almost a fair fight,” Keith said as they grabbed water.

“Hey! It’s totally a fair fight- you may have won but we fought longer this time.”

“Only because you knocked our bayards away and we moved to hand to hand combat.”

“Yeah, well, not everyone has been fighting as long as you.” Lance’s tone was different now, moving towards a sort of self-deprecating. Veronica moved, wanting to shake Lance and remind him how great he is, but Keith beat her to it.

“Lance, I’m joking.” Keith put an his hand on Lance’s shoulder as he said that. “You are amazing. I don’t say that lightly. You’ve improved so much, you adapt to every situation and save our skins so often. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you.”

Veronica watched as Lance gave Keith a small, genuine smile, before he shook himself and perked up. It wasn’t entirely fake, but Veronica knew that Lance was excellent at putting on a mask.

“You’re right Keith, I  am awesome.” Lance did a little dance, grinning like crazy. But his smile turned smaller once more and he stepped a little closer to Keith. “Seriously Keith, thanks.”

Lance pulled Keith in for a hug which they held for a little longer than average, or so Veronica calculated. Not that she timed them. But she knew that they were lingering, which meant that Veronica had to re-evaluate who she thought Lance had a crush on.

“Lance, are you okay?” Veronica asked, sitting down beside him. They were on the viewing deck, looking directly into space. If she wanted to, Veronica could almost pretend she was floating in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but space around her.

“I guess I’m just homesick,” Lance said, sounding like he was lost.

“But Lance… you are home.” Veronica didn’t understand what was going on.

“Yeah, sorry. I don’t know what I’m saying.” Lance got up and stretched. “Just a bit tired I think. It’s been a long Deca-Phoeb- I mean year. It’s been a long year.”

Veronica watched as he walked away, not sure what had just happened. She made her way towards where Shiro usually spends his time- she needed to talk to him about some information on the Atlas.

She found him talking to Coran, the quirky Altean.

“-miss it.” Coran was saying, his tone quite a bit sadder than it usually was. Though sadder isn’t quite accurate. It was as if something had cracked inside of him and he was mourning the loss of someone very close to his heart.

“I know what you mean Coran. The castle was our home for years. I can’t even imagine how hard it must have been for you.”

That stopped Veronica dead in her tracks. Shiro was right, obviously. That ship they had lived in must have been home. Does that mean that Lance is actually homesick? But for the castle ship? God, Veronica feels like such a terrible sister.

“Oh, I’ll be alright Shiro. But sometimes I do miss it just being the seven of us, doing training exercises. A lot has changed over these past Deca-Phoebs. A lot has changed…”

Shiro laughed at that, a little bitterly in Veronica’s opinion. He looked across and saw Veronica, who was just standing awkwardly, staring.

“Sorry sir,” Veronica said, her brain scrambling to swap from analyst sister to analyst woman. “There are a few things I need to talk to you about regarding the Atlas.”

Veronica knocked on Lance’s door before entering, wanting to talk to him about how he needs to start talking about his feelings with his family. She opened her mouth to start talking when she noticed there were two people on the bed instead of one.

“Shh,” Keith whispered, “don’t wake him.”

“Oh, uh, sorry, I, uh, didn’t mean to, uh, to interrupt whatever, is uh-”

“It’s fine.”

“I’ll just, uh, go.” Veronica turned and basically ran out of the room.

The next morning Veronica cornered Lance just after breakfast.

“So… you and Keith?” She asked. Lance blushed, but he couldn’t keep a smile off his face.

“What about me and Keith?” He asked.

“How long have you two been together?”

“Not super long so  please  don’t tell anyone else in the family. I’m not ready to share what we have yet.”

“Are you happy? Not just in the relationship but… in life?”

Lance hesitated a little, shuffling his feet.

“Please be honest.”

“There are good days and bad days. The nightmares sucked for a while. But Keith helps. He makes everything so much easier. I’m even sleeping better. And having “paladin-time” and being with the Castle of Lions crew has been really great, like a piece of home. I mean- um-”

“Lance, I get it. Well, I don’t really  get it  but logically, I know what you mean.”

“It’s just- we’ve been away from earth for so long and sometimes I really miss being in space. I miss being able to go to my lion’s hanger. I miss flying through open space. It’s harder than I thought being back here. But Keith makes it easier. Being back with the family makes it easier. I just get really into my head sometimes and I just need someone to get me back out.”

“And Keith helps with that?”

“Yeah. So does the rest of the crew. Sometimes, if I’m really bad, Kosmo finds me and zaps me to someone- usually Keith- who can help.”

“You sound like a real family.”

“Yeah, we are. In Voltron, our minds have to unite y’know? We have to work in sync. It’s made us a pretty close family over the years.”

“Yes Lance, I can see that. I’m glad you’re happy. You deserve it.”

Veronica gave Lance a brief hug, before she walked away. She wasn’t on vacation after all, and she had work to do.

Lance watched his sister walk away and he second guessed his decision to be honest about what was going on through his head. He turned to walk towards the viewing deck, hoping to clear his mind, when Kosmo and Keith appeared above him, falling and knocking him to the ground.

“Hi,” Keith said, shamelessly lying on top of Lance.

“Hi to you too,” Lance replied, wrapping his arms around Keith. “What’s going on?”

“Was feeling over-stimulated. Needed a break. Found you.”

“Wanna head to the viewing deck?”

“Sounds good to me.”

Lance and Keith walked hand in hand towards the viewing deck, brushing shoulders every now and then, and watching Kosmo run around their legs happily.

As they got closer, Lance noticed that there were already people on the viewing deck and his heart dropped a little. He turned to see if Keith had noticed, and he had, but his eyes were narrowed.

“Is that- Shiro?” Keith asked, causing Lance to turn back to get a better look.

“Yeah, and is that Pidge? No- it’s Matt. Huh, wonder what they’re doing out there.”

“Let’s just… leave them to it.” Keith said, his voice sounding a little strained.

“Something you’d like to share?”

“Not… just yet. I want to get clarification from Shiro first. But later, I promise.”

“Head back to my room?”

“Maybe mine,” Keith said, a small smile tugging at his lips. They began walking to short distance to Keith’s room, still holding hands. “Your sister walked in last night when you were asleep. She left pretty quickly once she saw me but  I  don’t have siblings and nieces and nephews to come running into my room at any time they want.”

“Good call. I wanna kiss your face so bad and I’d rather not have an audience.”

“I bet I want to kiss your face more,” Keith challenged.

“Oh yeah?! I’ll show you!” Lance replied, opening Keith’s door and pulling them both in.

“Please do.” Keith closed the door behind them and let Lance drag him towards the bed.

They kissed like they had no time left, because sometimes it felt that way- even now. Keith pulled Lance closer by his jacket, which Lance shrugged off his shoulders before pushing Keith’s off of him.

They were practically horizontal now, with Lance hovering over Keith, kissing the quiznack out of him. They slowed the kisses down, and Lance ran his hands through Keith’s hair, enjoying the feeling of Keith’s hands roaming over his back and shoulders. Lance pulled away to start kissing down Keith’s neck, thrilling in the small moans Keith was making, and the way that he arched up and moved so his neck was further exposed.

Keith’s door burst open and Pidge came running in.

“Keith! We seriously need to- AAHHH! MY EYES! MY POOR, POOR, EYES!”

“Pidge! Don’t you knock?” Keith asked, his voice sounded very strained. Pidge’s eyes were still closed and she shook her head, turning and running back out of the door.

“Next time,” Lance said, watching Keith grow redder and pretending he wasn’t just as red, “we are going into one of our lions.”

“I don’t think they’d like that Lance.”

“I dunno man, I feel like Red’s been trying to set us up since day one.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I dunno, just a feeling. Now, where were we?”

“Nope,” Keith said, shaking his head. “I am way too embarrassed and terrified of people coming in.”

“So… cuddling?”

“Cuddling sounds… nice.”

Lance maneuvered so he was no longer on top of Keith and was lying down next to him. Keith put his head in the crook of Lance’s neck and Lance wrapped his arms around Keith. They laid there in silence and Lance felt a warmth explode from his chest. Like the feeling of home, of the familiar. Lance sighed contentedly, and snuggled closer to Keith, letting the warmth run through his body.

“Pidge didn’t close the door,” Keith mumbled into Lance’s neck.

“Quiznack.”

#klance #keith #lance #voltron #season 7 #s7 spoilers #pidge #keith kogane #lance mcclain #pidge gunderson #veronica #veronica mcclain #lances family

[geminimoonbeamx]

I knew you were trouble: Part One

A/N: So I’m trying to figure out a way to realistically incorporate all of these characters lol. There’s going to be times when you don’t like them; because let’s be real, they did grow up in this pretty shifty world.

Also, I’m trying to find my bearings writing Carter and ughhhh, he’s hard lol

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: As with all of my stories there’s a permanent warning of cursing. I have a mouth like a sailor and express myself through the word fuck. Underage drinking.

Summary: Y/N Bass had always liked to think of herself as different- but when it comes to Carter Baizen she gets played just like the rest. Between a life changing mistake and the trials of first heartbreak, she has so much growing up to do, she wonders how she can possibly be expected to raise a child without it being just as fucked up as she is.

You don’t know why you choosing to go to Caroline’s party is such a big fucking deal.

But it is.

You receive shit from it on all ends. Adrian tries, weakly and in vain, to convince you that you should at least make an appearance at Blair’s to which you shrug and tell him “Nah, it’s the principle of the situation- fuck her”

And he groans and throws himself back on his bed because he knew you- knew just how stubborn you were.

When Saturday night rolls around, you stand in your vast closet, your body sucked into lacy shapewear that smooth’s over your rolls nd leaves your middle cinched in. You cant decide what exactly to wear and you gnaw on your lip as you toss clothes haphazardly in your wake. When your phone chirps from its place on the counter of one of your shoe racks, you’re expecting it to be Mika(who’s late, and who’s hair you were supposed to do). You grimace as you take in the caller I.D.

Mother fu-

“Hi Chuck” You force yourself to answer it.

“Cousin” Is all he gives you in greeting “Please tell me you’ve reevaluated your life choices and are coming to Blair’s tonight”

You’d always found the way he talked equally as annoying as it was interesting. That pretentious jerk.

“My life choices don’t need reevaluating, thanks. And no- I’m not going to that party so fuck off” You inform him, only half paying attention. You phone sandwiched between your ear and your shoulder as you fingered through the racks of clothes.

“Y/N” The way he says your name is serious, as though you’d committed a real crime and it makes you bark out a laugh.

“Charles” You reply, deepening your voice to tease him right back. There were a lot of people who didn’t have the balls to jest with your cousin, to proke and prod at him- you weren’t one of them. You listen to his almost convincing lulls, rolling you eyes more then once in the duration of the conversation. Blah, Blah, Bass’ stick together in social situations. Blair’s my girlfriend and she’s expecting you there, blah, blah.

“Welp, looks like you’re all just going to have to miss my presence tonight”

“You’re really skipping this to go to a Baizens party. I cant believe you” The way he spits out the name Baizen- the vehement hate is almost scary. You knew he hated Carter, if only because of the brief tryst he’d had with Blair, but jeeze. This was intense. See? Men are just as petty an jealous and grudge holding as anyone.

“Caroline’s nice”

“You don’t even know her”

“I do! She wrote a few papers for me last year. I graduated because of her”

He scoffs “You’re one of the smartest people I know, if you hadn’t been so god damn lazy last year you wouldn’t have needed people to do your homework for you”

You couldn’t argue that, so you didn’t.

“What ever. Fuck off, I’m still not going” You say instead, as you decide on a body con green skirt. You can hear the jingle of your door being opened and then Mika hollering

“Honey, I’m home”

“I’m taking this as a personal act of betrayal” Chuck digresses and it sets you off into another bout of laughter.

“You are such a drama queen, shut up”

Mika walks into your closet and you hold up a finger, silently telling her to wait a second.

‘Who is it?’ She mouths.

'Chuck’ You mouth back and she just grins and nods and makes her way out of the closet and into your apartment, as though she owns the place. as though she was a permenant resident. Which she pretty much was.

There’s a bit more of a argument, a back and forth like there always is between the two of you, before he can tell that you’re dead serious. He tells you to have fun with your new family, his voice voice not malicious though- and then that he’d save you a drink just incase you came to your senses.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Have fun tonight, loser. Be safe”

“You too”

And then there was the click of him hanging up. You know it didn’t seem affectionate, but it was. It was the way that you two had always communicated with eachother, you’re on personal language of sorts.

You find Mika sitting cross legged on your bed, a bong as big as her torso in her lap as she takes long drags from it. “Help me with my hair before I just decide to shave my head” She says around coughs as she offers you the bong, your own bong, as a token and you laugh and tell her to meet you in your bathroom. What would she do without you.

You’d always lived your life a little more then casually late, so its no surprise that you and your friends are over an hour late to Carolines party. Adrian, ever the snarker, says she’s lucky that you guys had decided to show at all. That earns him a hard elbow to the side from you. The hotel that she was throwing it in was nice, extravagant, and you’re struck once more by just how loaded the Baizens were. Old money, ancient money. And lots of it.

“Oh this is so sad” comes Mika’s quiet mutter as you enter the event room- it was decorated impeccably. Gorgeous and modern, the only lighting coming from pretty strings of fairy lights and neon fixtures set up around the room…but even in the dim lighting, you could see that there were no more then twenty people scattered around the large room.

“This shit is more then sad- this is tragic. It’s so dead in here, it looks like the hospital that guy wakes up in in 28 days later” Adrian whispers, his eyes wide with genuine shock at the state of this party.

Poor Caroline…

You’re just about to suggest you guys find the bar, and start to drain it when the girl herself comes up to you.

“Y/N” She sounds so happy, so astonished that you were actually there that you had to fight your face from turning into a frown. You don’t want her to think you’re pitying her. “Oh my gosh, you came!”

“Yeah, I RSVP’d last week” You reach over to give her a short hug “This place looks amazing! You have to give me the number to your decorator!”

Even Adrian, who does have a heart by the way, forces himself to smile and be cheery when the girl greets him. He doesn’t hug though- Adrian’s very picky on who he makes body contact and even though he’s trying to be nice, the most Carolines going to get is a pat on the shoulder. Mika’s still high as a kite from earlier and throws her arms around the younger girl overbearingly.

“Happy Birthday!” She cheers with a dopey grin.

“Oh, it um- isn’t my birthday” Caroline corrects her and Mika’s eyebrows pinch.

“Really? Then why is there a cake?” Mika points out as though it explained every in asked question in the universe.

“Let them eat cake, Meeks” You say cheekily and she gives you a sideways crook of her eye. She’s more then aware of your obsession with Marie Antionette. You’d always felt a spiritual connection to her, you explain. You also could put a country in debt with your shopping habits.

“Wise words to live by” Carter Baizen never made an easy entrance. Something about his…fucking being just tended to make his mere presence impactful. Big. Noticeable.

Well that and the fact that he was drop dead fucking gorgeous. You cant deny that. Even though you think he’s a piece of trash.

You give him a small, forced smile in response.

Of course he notices. He knows he’s not your favorite person- he remembered you having to help bail Nate out of that whole gambling thing he’d roped the younger man into…and he’d stolen from your brother…

No matter.

That didn’t mean the two of you couldn’t be friends, right?

For the rest of the night he seems to make that his personal mission; if only to get back at Chuck somehow in his mind.

You won’t have it though. Yes, you’d come for Caroline. You’d come to be a decent person, to have a clear conscious. But that was it. This wasn’t some white flag being waved. The Bass’ and Baizens had never gotten along and you were there to change that.

Especially not after what he had done to Nate.

You were only human, and of course you not only heard, but partook in the gossip that ran among the maze of socialites over the years. You knew knew enough about him to want to keep him at arms length.

He was goregous, but he was pure trouble. And you were trying to be different.

So, even though Carter attempted to make small talk, offered you and your friends drinks, and acted like a funny, charming human being- you were far from convinced.

You let the conversation pass to Mika and Adrian, well mostly Adrian who was flirting with him openly.

You didn’t think Carter swung that way, but you also didn’t think Adrian cared. He was one hell of a flirt.

You’d been to better parties before, forsure, but this one wasn’t the worst you’d ever attended. You frequented luncheons for Christ sakes. At least this one wasn’t filled with snooty tooty old people who were just dying to kill your buzz.

Which was fluctuating pretty steadily. You’d been dancing, with a constant drink in your hand since a few hours ago. You’d had four vodka crans when you decided you needed to step outside, get a deep breath of fresh air to center yourself. You let your friends know as you slide past them. Adrian’s twerking on Caroline and Mikas doing something that looks similar to the hula.

The air is crisp and just on the right side of cool when you step out into one of the balconies. You inhale deeply and try to sort through your tipsy mind. Everything feels good, as you stare out at the lights you feel weightless. Even the ever present pinch of your heels is on the back burner.

And then…you feel eyes. The same cat like gaze you’d caught on you various times throughout the night.

“You’re a real creep, you know?” You state as you turn around and half glare at the culprit.

Carter just gives that devilish, crooked grin of his.

“I’ve been called worse” he shrugs as he joins you at the ledge your leaning on.

Hah, you bet.

“You feeling okay? I just came to check on you” at that you give him a disbelieving look.

Whatever.

Your eyes, so expressive and clear, portray what your thinking and it just makes him grin harder.

“Thanks” you don’t sound very thankful though.

“You hate me, right?” Carter wonders bluntly, figuring he might as well put it all out there on the table. He’s had a few drinks himself.

“No, Carter. I don’t hate you” he’s only pleasantly surprised for a second before you continue “I literally don’t have any energy to spend on you. That’s how little you mean to me”

Well damn.

He hadn’t been expecting that one.

You don’t even look at him as your ice cold words hit him, no, you just stare at the skyline. And he stares at the side of your face. At the way the shadows play tricks with your eyelashes.

“Well, no matter how you feel about me, I appreciate you coming tonight. I really do” Carter coughs before he starts , he felt the need to thank you. Even though he wondered why exactly you had come.

You just nod “I know what it’s like to have assholes in your family- it’s not fair to get the backlash for that” you mutter.

His eyes, peircing and gray, make you want to squirm. The intensity in them is palpable.

“Stop staring at me, Baizen” you tell him, shooting him a sideways look and in retrospect, he thinks that’s the exact moment he realized he wanted to know you better.

“So tell me about yourself, little Bass. It’s been a while”

You fight the urge to gag dramatically.

“Nothing to tell really”

“You graduated last year, right?”

“Yup”

“You’ve been up to anything interesting since?”

“Nope”

He can’t help but get a little frustrated. You’re really shutting him down, not even subtly. Carter didn’t respond well to being shrugged off.

He lets out a humorless chuckle.

“You always this difficult?”

“Yup” you pop the p, put give him a small, amused smile.

You then sigh, maybe it was the drinks, but that little but of disappointment in his face breaks you “I um- took over my moms cosmetic company”

Carter nods and chews on that, trying to figure out how to tread lightly with this topic “Yeah, I heard she passed last year, her and your uncle…my condolences”

You just give him a hollow “thanks” before quickly changing the subject, wanting to get as far away from discussions of dead mothers and family curses as you could.

That night you learned Carter had spend months living in Youth Hostels; from Egypt to Greece and everywhere in between. You’d learned that he’d helped build huts in villages and paraglided in Brazil. You discovered that the two of you shared a morbid, yet almost dorky sense of humor and that maybe, just maybe you didn’t understand why everyone seemed to hate him so much. You’d stayed out on that balcony with him for what felt like hours, until Mika came looking for you claiming that

“Adrian took one too many jäger shots, time to bounce before he gets really sick. You know him, his puking would probably end up all over Twitter again”

You’d detached yourself from the conversation, said your goodbyes and walked away. Thinking that was the end of it.

As you felt that gaze on your back, you should have known that it was just the beginning.

As you sit in bed later that night, the dawn on the horizon outside your window you scroll through your phone. Mika’s asleep on her stomach on one side of you, and Adrian’s arm is slung across your waist and his head pillowed on your breast, on the other. A usaul position for the three of you at the end of a wild night.

When you opened up your Instagram app you couldn’t help the way you tensed up, surprised…thrilled. Carter Baizen had added you as a friend and hearted five or more of your pictures. Selfies. Ones of you dolled up and hitting all of your angles. Your stomach twists and a treacherous smile spreads across your face.

After a couple seconds you force yourself to click off of your phone, to reach over and toss it onto the bedside table. To force all giddy, stupid thoughts of Carter out of your head.

Don’t be an idiot, you chide yourself.

You wish you would have listened.

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Okay so I’m going to be messing with the timeline of GG. I’ll be taking elements and events from the show, but kind of twisting them and making them my own. If that’s not your cup of tea, this ones probably not for you.

And okay, some back ground on this reader; Her mother was a Bass; Bart and Jacks sister. We’ll get more into her death later , and her father maybe, just might pop up in later chapters.

Also, keep in mind that if you want to be tagged in this story(and if so please ask in the comment section), I would very much appreciate it if you give me some kind of feedback. Comment! Reblog! Tell me what you want to see! Don’t ghost read on me y'all lol

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