#before you ask yes i did photoshopped the arm

[asbealthgn]

(i am not immune to peer pressure so here's a continuation. part one here)

It’s so rare that Steve meets anyone nice anymore.

It’s just hard to find people. Dating apps suck, and ever since Robin and Nancy got together, they hardly ever want to go to bars together. And what’s he supposed to do, just drink alone and hope he stumbles across someone? 

Well, that’s exactly what happened today, sans drinking. He was heading for the bus stop, a tiny bit lost but he had a map and was pretty sure he could figure it out. He realizes he’s a tiny bit directionally challenged, and he’s still relatively new in town, and Robin and Nancy just moved to a new place, so it all came together to mean that getting there would take some puzzling out. All the same, he was prepared to figure it out on his own right up until he saw the super hot guy sitting at the bus stop and figured a little help couldn’t hurt.

And that’s how Steve ended up with an unexpected date (sort of) to Robin and Nancy’s baby shower (not a real baby shower).

Robin answers the door and smiles, then does a double take when she sees Eddie. Whoops, Steve probably should have texted her that he was bringing someone. He’d gotten a little caught up in the moment.

“Hey, hope you don’t mind I brought a plus one,” Steve says, hugging her before walking inside. Eddie follows him.

“No, no, that’s fine,” Robin says, voice a little strange as they take their shoes off and she shuts the door. “We’re all in the living room.”

They follow her through the kitchen and into the living room where half a dozen calico kittens and several adults are on the floor.

“Oh my God, they’re adorable,” Eddie says, leaving Steve’s side to get down next to the kittens. Steve gets a huge smile watching him. Fuck, he’s super hot and he’s now holding a tiny kitten, cooing at it? Steve might just get on one knee right now. Or both knees. Honestly, either one works.

If he were paying more attention to literally anything other than Eddie, Steve would notice that nearly everyone else in the room is also staring at Eddie. The only exception to that is El, who’s sitting cross-legged on the floor with the mama cat in her lap, both watching the kittens with the same wide-eyed intensity.

There’s a tap on Steve’s shoulder, and he turns to look at Robin. “Can we talk for a sec?” she asks, voice still odd.

“Yeah,” he says and follows her back into the kitchen.

She crosses her arms and leans back against the counter. “So are you gonna tell me what Eddie Munson is doing in our living room?”

“Oh, have you already met him?” Steve asks.

Her eyes widen. “Are you being serious right now?”

“Uh. Yes?”

“Steve, that’s Eddie Munson,” she says, “From Corroded Coffin?”

“From what?” he asks, though as she says, it does sound a tiny bit familiar. 

“Corroded Coffin?” she says, “It’s that band the kids love. Along with like half of America if they’re not completely scandalized by them.”

“So what, you’re trying to tell me Eddie’s famous?” Steve asks. Robin nods. “Hold on, this isn’t like Paul all over again, is it?” Paul was a guy Steve briefly dated a few years ago, and Robin had somehow convinced Steve that he was an Olympic athlete. In his defense, she had mocked up some seriously convincing news articles.

But Robin is shaking her head. “No, I’m serious this time,” she says. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out her phone. After a second she turns it around to show him the Google results for Eddie Munson. There are a lot of red carpets and pictures of him onstage. And damn, Eddie seriously is so hot.

“Alright, well, you definitely didn’t have time to photoshop these,” Steve mutters. Robin nods, patting him on the shoulder. How did he accidentally bring a famous guy over?

Just then, Eddie comes into the kitchen, a kitten in his hands. 

“Stevie, look at her,” he says, holding the kitten up.

Stevie? Robin mouths. Steve kicks her as he reaches out to scratch under the kitten’s chin. It mews at him.

“I asked Nancy—she’s terrifying, by the way,” Eddie adds to Robin, “And she said I can keep her.” He lifts the kitten to his face and it purrs as it rubs its cheek against Eddie’s. Steve is actually going to combust.

“Alright, well, I’m heading back in,” Robin says, voice back to that strained quality as she escapes the kitchen. Eddie doesn’t seem to notice, too busy whispering praise to the kitten.

Steve scratches under its chin again and it purrs at him. “What’re you gonna name her?” he asks.

“Don’t know yet,” Eddie says, “Isn’t she per—oh, hold on.” His phone is ringing, so he moves the kitten to one hand as he reaches into his pocket and pulls it out. “Hey Gar….Yeah, ‘cause you abandoned me….No, I’m in Japantown getting a kitten….No, that’s not a euphemism….Listen, I’m kinda busy, I’ll call you later, alright?…Yeah, see you, man.”

While he was talking, the kitten clawed its way up Eddie’s shirt and into his hair. “What’re you doing in there, sweet girl?” he asks, tucking his phone back into his pocket and reaching for the kitten. It’s gotten very tangled in his curls, though, and apparently really likes being there. 

“Lemme help you,” Steve says, stepping closer to Eddie and extricating the kitten. Eddie’s hair is very soft. Good to know. “Here you go,” he says, holding the kitten out for him.

“One sec,” Eddie says. He ties his hair up quickly (also hot, fuck) before taking the kitten back. He boops noses with it. “Such a mischievous little girl.” 

“Well, can you blame her?” Steve asks. He brushes a loose curl behind Eddie’s ear. “Your hair seems like a nice place to be.”

Eddie smiles at him, a dimple appearing on his cheek. “I’ll be honest, Stevie,” he says, voice getting a little lower as he moves closer, boxing Steve against the counter. “At first I just came along because you’re gorgeous, but I think I’ve fallen in love.” He holds up the kitten in one hand.

“You think I’m gorgeous?” Steve asks, feeling his face heat. 

“‘Course I do, big boy,” Eddie says, leaning closer and putting his free hand on the counter by Steve’s hip.

Maybe this is stupid and way too forward, but Eddie is so dreamy with his eyes and his dimple and his hair and the kitten in his hand, so Steve leans in and kisses him. It’s a little relieving when Eddie kisses him back, free hand lifting to his hair while Steve wraps his arms around his waist.

Steve doesn’t notice the front door opening or a new group of people that includes Dustin Henderson coming inside. He doesn’t notice them entering the kitchen and freezing as they take in the scene.

That is, not until Dustin shouts, “Holy shit, is that Eddie Munson?”

tagging a few people who asked for a continuation/asked to be tagged (sorry if i missed anyone!): @nburkhardt @stargyles @csinnamon-fox @manda-panda-monium @silly-jellyghoty @lifeisnotsobadonceyoustopcaring @starquirk

edit to add that this ficlet is complete and the last part is here

#gareth after finally coming to pick up eddie: oh my god that wasn't a euphemism?? #meanwhile eddie is just sitting there grinning like an idiot holding a kitten in one hand and steve's hand in the other #okay also everyone's tags on the last one were amazing #i wish i could have stolen all of your ideas but they did not all fit together #unfortunately #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #ficlet

[faithshouseofchaos]

ELEVATOR CHAOS

Summary— While touring around Europe things take a turn when you get stuck in an elevator with a group of F1 drivers…

I’ll also probably end up rewriting this 🤷‍♀️

Pairing— multi-driver x reader

Drivers mentioned Danny Ric, Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, Seb Vettel, Kimi Räikkönen

Charles Leclerc Carlos Sainz Pierre Gasly

You and your friend should have known not to plan your trip to Italy at the same time as the Italian Grand Prix but your friend instead said “It’s a once-in-a-lifetime chance you never know what or who you’ll run into” she always says. You truly loved the experience of Monza Italy, but what you didn't love was the Ferrari fans. You had to give them credit, the two drivers were pretty good drivers and easy on the eyes. No matter where you went the drivers were there signing autographs and taking pictures but it was a little too much for you, Formal one was never a big thing in the States so you were just tired and overstimulated and wanting to go to bed but the universe had other plans.

You and your friend finally made it back to your hotel after a long and stressful day. You were ready for bed. “Come on y/n it wasn't that bad. You're being dramatic,” your friend says, turning to look at you while waiting for the elevator. “I beg to differ, I just want to lay down,” you say stepping into the elevator that had arrived. The first time you noticed was the group 8 of men and in that group of 8 men, two of them were the root of all your problems from today. “Great,” you said under your breath and pressed the button for your floor. “Just relax, it's only for a few seconds,” your friend Jay says as you lean against the wall the elevator jolts to a complete stop you stand up waiting for the doors to open which never happens “no no no no oh come open up please” you pleaded under your breath on the verge of tears. “Is your friend alright?” One of the men asked “Oh yeah she’s fine she’s just had a long stressful day I’m Jay” your friend said as you continued to press the button. “Sebastian,” a man with blonde hair, a German accent, and a kind smile says introducing himself

“I’m Charles”

“I'm Pierre”

“Carlos”

“Lando”

“Max”

“Daniel”

The group of men went around introducing themselves. You noticed how Sebastian smacked the bigger blonde on the arm. The big blonde man introduced himself as Kimi before he returned his intense gaze to the floor. Your friend nudges you saying “Are you gonna introduce yourself or are you gonna stand there?” “Do I have to?” You asked “Yes because it’s the polite thing to do,” Jay says lecturing you. Sighing you introduced yourself “I’m y/n,” you say looking back down at the floor “So you one too huh?” Sebastian asked Jay, pointing to get at me as the other guys chuckled. “yeah despite the nasty case of resting bitch face she’s wearing right now she’s a kind lighthearted person but as I said earlier she had a rough day” Jay said, “Oh why the rough day?” Lando asked “Because of your friends in red here,” I said pointing to the culprit “What did we do?” Charles asked, “Well let’s see I got picked up by a mob of fans and carried away I had to walk about an hour back to my car, there was also a bunch of people camped outside of the hotel singing lullabies and Happy Birthday to the both of you, I was forced to get down on my hands and knees today to pray to your face photoshopped onto the body of Jesus Christ and last but not least I’m missing one of my shoes.” I say pointing at my feet “I'm sorry about the fans they can get carried away especially when this is the home race for Ferrari” Carlos says “It's funny because the Ferrari car this year is a piece of shit and not to mention the strategy and pit stops” Max said.

“Well, now that you got that out of your system do you wanna talk about it?” Daniel asked “Oh y/n don't talk about her feelings,” Jay said, speaking up “Yeah if I needed to talk about my feelings they would be called talking,” I said Kimi must have found that funny because he chuckled. “Okay, how about we pass the time and get to know each other?” Pierre asked, wishing to break the tension in the elevator. “Oh yes let's do two truths and a lie,” Jay said excitedly “I'm not playing,” Kimi remarked “We wouldn't have expected you to play,” Sebastian said to his friend. “Okay, I guess I'll go first, 1. I have dual citizenship between America and Italy, 2. I have four younger siblings, and 3. I'm a Sagittarius”. I say to the group “Is the first one a lie?” Lando asks “Yes the first one is a lie although my mom was visiting Italy four months before she had me I was born December 6th and my sibling's names are Jackson Gracie Ellie and Sammy” I say explaining.

45 minutes later

After playing a few rounds of Two Truths and a Lie everyone decided to get comfortable Kimi was using Sebastian as a headrest, Max and Daniel were also resting their heads together taking a nap, Lando was watching something on his phone with Charles, Pierre, and jay were talking in French getting to know each other some more and you were drifting in and out of consciousness using Carlos as a pillow who was also asleep. “Wow this is shocking she never does that,” Jay says “What do you mean Sebastian asks “y/n doesn’t let people get close like that she doesn’t like being touched or having her personal space invaded it must be his puppy dog eyes she always had a weakness for that” Jay says “That’s just Carlos he has that magic touch about him you just can’t help but be pulled in he's a good man” Sebastian says. Eventually, you were woken up by someone shaking you “Hey come on get up we're free the elevator is fixed” Jay said helping you stand up. “Oh thank god I need to piss harder than a racehorse,” you say not realizing that the guys wouldn't understand the analogy “I'm so confused,” Max says “She needs to be badly Max didn’t you read that book of Southern sayings I got for you,” Daniel said shaking his head “oh that makes sense,” max said following his friend by standing up. “You know what this day may have been pretty shitty but y'all are pretty cool, and I apologize for snapping at you two earlier,” I said apologizing to Charles and Carlos “We understand we all have bad days we get it,” Charles says. The doors finally opened up and everyone poured out into the hallway going to their rooms to retire for the night you included but what you didn’t see or hear was your friend giving your number to the Spaniard “Hey Carlos here’s Y/ns number you should use it jay” said handing him a piece of paper with your number on it “oh you sure she didn’t seem that interested in me?” He asked hesitantly “Oh trust me amigo you are her type you're older than her and you got those sad puppy dog eyes that make her weak in the knees like I said there’s her number you should use it I gotta go before she notices” jay said walking away.

Checking your phone or last time before bed you noticed that you had a text from an unknown number.

UNK- so I heard that you have a weakness for older men with sad puppy dog eyes.

You- who is this And who told you that???

UNK- it’s Carlos and your friend told me.

Y/n- 😳😳 she’s not wrong tho…

#max verstappen x reader #charles leclerc x female reader #lestappen #red bull formula 1 #charles lecrelc #lando norris #alex albon #carlos sainz x reader #fernando alonso #sebastian vettel #carlos sainz x female reader #carlos sainz x y/n #formula 1 x reader #forza ferrari #kimi räikkonën #pierre gasly #lando norris x reader #carlos sainz #faiths supernatural f1!aus #max verstappen #faithm120601 asks #sebastian vettel x reader #faith’s supernatural f1!ua’s #daniel ricciardo x reader #spotify #daniel ricciardo #f1 sleepovers #kimi raikkonen x fem!reader

[jeonginify]

deny me (lovesong) — kim seungmin. ·˚ ༘♡

↝ pairing: kim seungmin x reader ↝ genre: humor, fluff, established relationship!au ↝ word count: 4k ↝ warnings: general menace behavior, you and seungmin are in love but pretend not to be, gross sickening fluff, jisung obviously doesn’t have the paboracha brain cell this week (don't mind that the banner isn't a gif my photoshop subscription expired.......)

↝ summary: the only thing you love more than your boyfriend seungmin’s smile is his obsession with fucking around with his friends. or, after one too many fights between his two best friends who can’t get along for the life of them, han jisung isn’t sure he can handle it anymore (who’s going to tell him that they don’t actually hate each other and are, in fact, dating?)

Thursdays have always been your favorite day of the week.

“Hi babe.”

To be fair, any day that you get to see Kim Seungmin is your favorite. But for the six months that the two of you have been dating, Thursdays have always been your day because it is when you get to see him the most, free of any distractions.

The two of you met through your mutual friends, and although you love them (well, you love them sometimes), they can be demanding. Early on in the friendship, back when you were all itty bitty freshmen with a thirst for the party life, Changbin claimed Fridays as your going out nights. Saturdays, then, were reserved for movie night at Hyunjin and Minho’s after a few too many Marvel marathons sophomore year. Sundays eventually ended up being taken by weekly brunch with Jeongin, and every other day of the week—well, those ended up occupied by one clingy, over-attached Han Jisung.

But Thursdays? Those Seungmin kept clear just for you.

“Ew,” you wrinkle your nose as your boyfriend leans down and plants a sloppy kiss on your forehead.

He raises a brow before flopping into the seat next to you and wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Say that again,” Seungmin mutters as he peppers more kisses on your face.

Somehow, he manages to make the words sound both threatening and endearing at the same time. His lips trail their way down your cheek, along your jaw, to the corner of your lips, until you can’t take it anymore.

“Okay, okay,” you relent with a laugh. “I missed you too.”

“That’s what I thought,” he says triumphantly. You tilt your head up, ready for the final kiss, but he pretends not to notice the way you pucker your lips.

“Now get away from me.”

Seungmin dramatically pushes you off, but the smirk playing across his face tells you that he is just joking.

“Okay, loser,” you sniff, taking a sip from your coffee.

“How was class today?” He asks, shrugging his bag onto the ground.

“S’alright,” you sigh, pushing a cup towards him. You had ordered his iced Americano when you had arrived a few minutes earlier. This was your favorite café, and it had become a tradition to meet here after classes—it was a bit far from campus, sure, but you never minded, and neither did Seungmin.

He takes a big sip from his drink, grinning happily. 

“Are you finally done with that project Professor Cho assigned?”

“Yes, thank god,” you roll your eyes.

“Good,” he laces his fingers with your hand on top of the table.

“Now you can focus all your attention on me again,” he bats his eyelashes. 

“Awww, was my Minnie jealous of my biology class?” You coo.

“Never,” he wrinkles his nose. “I don’t get jealous.”

“Riiiiiiight,” you nod. “So what do you call that time you ignored Jeongin for two weeks because, and I quote, he was ‘breathing too close’ to me?”

“I just didn’t want any of his stupidity to rub off,” Seungmin says sincerely. “You need every brain cell you can get.”

You scoff and try to break free from where his hand holds yours, but his fingers just tighten their grasp.

“Okay, well what about that time you blew up on Changbin because he fell asleep in my lap?”

Your boyfriend’s eyes narrow at the memory.

“That was, like, a week before we made it official,” he insists. “It wasn’t jealousy, it was anxiety.”

“And who’s fault is it that it took us so long to get together?” You tease.

“Jisung’s,” Seungmin says immediately.

“Okay,” you admit. “That’s like, half true.”

Before you and Seungmin started dating, before the two of you were even friends, there was Han Jisung.

You met him on the first day of college orientation. He latched onto you immediately, claiming that you were the only one who seemed nice enough to be friends with someone as annoying as him. You thought he was just trying to be funny, but after three days non-stop with hi, you learned the hard way he was being dead seriously. Unfortunately (or fortunately?), he was annoying in the exact same way as you, so the two of you got along splendidly.

Seungmin on the other hand had no choice in his relationship with Jisung. Neighbors by chance, childhood friends by force, the two of them were attached at the hip all throughout middle school and high school. In what your boyfriend describes as a cruel twist of fate, Jisung even ended up following Seungmin to university a few towns over. He jokes about how he’ll never be free of him, but you know Seungmin does actually care a lot about Jisung, even if he refuses to admit it.

Once it became apparent that you were a permanent fixture in his life, Jisung made it his duty to connect the bridge between his two best friends. Unfortunately for him, however, you and Seungmin don’t have the smoothest of starts.

The day that Jisung tries to introduce you is probably the worst day possible. You are irritated and sleep deprived, and Seungmin is a week out from the deadline for his biggest presentation of the semester. In short, the two of you are teetering on the edge of sanity and are a little more than a bit exasperated with Jisung himself.

After staying up all night studying for an exam, the last thing you want is to get wasted and stay out past 2am, and yet that is the most likely fate you face when Jisung drags you out to a party against your will.

You really don’t want to be here, but—well, you figure that since you have nothing else to do, you might as well take a chance to de-stress. The party is still in its first leg and hasn’t grown into the rager that it undoubtedly will be, so it is relatively easy to venture into the kitchen and grab a drink.

The first time you lay eyes on Kim Seungmin is when you make your way back to Jisung. The two of them are standing in the backyard, locked in a tepid conversation as you approach.

“Seriously, Jisung,” Seungmin says, running a hand through his hair. “This is why you dragged me out of the library?”

The first thing you notice is how hot he is. Tall, strong jawline, angular face, chocolate eyes. 

The second thing you notice, almost immediately after, is how unhappy he looks to be here. Even more unhappy than you.

“C’mon,” Jisung whines, tugging on Seungmin’s arm. “It’s just for a little bit, and I promise Y/N is cool! Is it a crime that I want my best friends to be friends?”

“It is when I have a ten page paper due tomorrow,” Seungmin mutters.

You don’t blame him for being pissy, but something about the way he says it, with such clear disdain in his voice, rubs you the wrong way.

“Nice to meet you too,” you say sarcastically as you come to a stop next to them.

“Y/N, there you are!” Jisung exclaims happily, latching on to your arm too.

You take a sip of your drink, pushing down the wince that threatens to spread across your face at the taste of pure battery acid jungle juice. And the entire time, you maintain eye contact with Seungmin, never breaking even as you swallow.

To his credit, Seungmin stares back with no hesitation. If you hadn’t been annoyed with him, you probably would have found his confidence insanely attractive. Instead, it annoys you even more. 

And while the two of you are locked in an intense staredown, Jisung stands in between you, one arm still linked with yours and the other with Seungmin’s.

“Y/N,” Jisung begins excitedly. “This is Seungmin. Seungmin, this is Y/N.”

“Right,” Seungmin says dryly. “No offense. I’m sure you’re great...”

The rest of the sentence is implied: “...but I have better things to do right now.”

“You too,” you can’t resist jabbing back.

“So nice to meet you,” Seungmin says briskly. It’s not rude, but it’s not not.

“Not sure if I can say the same,” you respond, a smile stretching across your face despite the acid in your tone.

“G-Guys...” Jisung interrupts nervously, but neither of you notice. 

“Right...” Seungmin says again, nodding slowly.

Despite your abrasive remark, he doesn’t show much reaction. His apathy is like an itch under your skin; in the end, that is what annoys you the most. 

(Now, you love how cool and collected Seungmin can be. But back then, when you first met him, you hated it.)

“Well,” Seungmin turns to Jisung, who has gone as pale as a sheet by now. 

“We met. I’m going to go now.”

“W-What—?” Jisung stutters. Before he can intervene, Seungmin nods once at you and turns, taking three long strides away from you.

By the time Jisung finally finds his words again, Seungmin has already disappeared.

The next time you meet Seungmin is at one of the first movie nights at Hyunjin and Minho’s. It has been a few weeks since Jisung’s failed attempt to introduce you, and you are already cozy on the couch next to Felix when Seungmin walks in.

Jisung is in the middle of telling a very animated story to Minho when he spots Seungmin and immediately freezes. The color leeches from his face so fast that you think he might pass out, but it is only when he looks quickly between you and Seungmin that you realize exactly why he looks so nervous.

“Min,” Felix says happily. “You made it!”

Seungmin nods, his eyes briefly passing over you before he spots the empty spot next to Chan and makes a beeline for it. 

After a little time and a lot of sleep (and maybe just a tad bit of reflection) you have come to the realization that maybe your reaction to Seungmin at the party wasn’t warranted. After all, he was entitled to be annoyed at Jisung and the situation in general, and it wasn’t you specifically that he was irritated about, so you have no reason to take it personally or hold a grudge.

Which is why you’re not annoyed at Seungmin’s presence. tonight. Instead, you can’t help but feel a little bit... awkward. Chagrined, maybe?

You might feel calm but Jisung is two seconds away from pissing his pants. In fact, he’s so desperate to clear up any misunderstandings that halfway through the movie he texts you for an emergency rendezvous in the kitchen.

“IpromiseIdidn’tknowhewasgoingtocometonight!” Jisung blurts out in one breath once you two are away from the rest of the guys.

“Okay...?” You raise a brow.

“So, like,” he blabbers, “don’t hate me! I love you both and I’m sorry for forcing you guys to meet—”

“—Jisung,” you interrupt. “It’s okay.”

“Really?” He asks uncertainly.

“Really,” you affirm.

“Okay,” he nods, and you feel the overwhelming urge to give him a paper bag to breathe into. Not because that is the proper treatment for hyperventilation—precisely because it isn’t, and maybe if he passes out then he’ll stop worrying.

When you walk back into the living room, Seungmin doesn’t even look up at you, but you have the strangest feeling that he knows exactly what you and Jisung were talking about.

Later that night, you loiter around the apartment a little bit longer than you usually would, just to avoid leaving at the same time as Seungmin. Your plan backfires, though, when Jisung has to leave early. You try to hang around a little bit longer, but then Minho and Hyunjin start to wonder why you are still there, and you have no choice but to leave. 

Which is how you end up trailing awkwardly after Seungmin on your walk back to your apartment. It takes him precisely two minutes to notice that you are behind him, and then three more before he comes to a halt.

“I’m not following you!” You insist immediately. “My place is just in this direction too.”

“Okay.”

“Okay...” you parrot back awkwardly.

“So,” Seungmin begins a moment later. “I just... I wanted to apologize.”

“What?”

“For that night at the party,” he clarifies. “I was kind of... no, I was very stressed. And rude. It wasn’t cool for me to treat you like that.”

You are so stunned you don’t know what to say.

“Jisung speaks very highly of you,” Seungmin continues. “And I swear, if it had been any other day, I wouldn’t have been such a dick. Not that it’s any excuse...”

“Well,” you begin, a warm blush spreading over your cheeks. “I don’t think that’s really your fault. I was kind of a bitch, too.”

His serious facade cracks and a small hint of a smile peeks through.

“Either way,” Seungmin says. “I did actually want to make a good impression, believe it or not, so... Do you think we could start over?”

You don’t even have to think before you respond, “I’ll gladly erase that version of Y/N you met for this one. I promise, I’m not always that rude.”

His face breaks into a bigger smile, and it almost takes your breath away.

“Well,” he says. “That makes two of us.”

That is the beginning of your friendship with Seungmin. After that first movie night, you start to see him more frequently on campus. Then, the new semester starts, and you find that the two of you share an intro to film class.

Almost naturally, the two of you start to hang out more and more, and you begrudgingly realize that maybe Jisung was on to something when he insisted that the two of you meet.

It is only when you’re too deep in and the feelings (romantic, of course) for Seungmin have really started to take root do the two of you realize—even though you rehabilitated your relationship, Jisung still thinks you hate each other. 

This realization hits on a Friday at a party that Changbin drags the entire group to. This time, thankfully, both you and Seungmin do want to be there, and the night is going well.

(At least, as well as it can when you are grappling with the complicated newfound feelings you have for a recent friend-slash-study buddy.)

Then, in the midst of a tequila the midst of a tequila-induced haze, Jeongin finds you and Seungmin on the dancefloor.

“Hey!” he shouts. “You guys are friends, right?”

Seungmin looks at you, then shrugs.

“Yeah!” You shout back. 

“Then why,” Jeongin asks, “is Jisung about to have a mental breakdown about you two?”

“What do you mean?”

He keeps whining to Changbin about how horrible it is that you two hate each other!”

“We don’t—” You begin.

The realization hits you and Seungmin at the same time, and it’s like you can see the lightbulb go off in his head. 

“Oh...” you mutter.

“Oh,” he agrees.

“You guys are weird!” Jeongin shouts, eyes flitting between the two of you as you stare at each other.

“Heyyyyyy!” Jisung shouts even louder, his voice anxious as he comes to a stop between you and Seungmin.

“How are you both doing?”

His nervousness is almost laughable, but when you look at Seungmin, there is a devious twinkle in his eyes.

By now, you know him pretty well. And that look? It tells you only one thing: that he’s about to do something to fuck around with Jisung.

“I’m fine,” Seungmin says primly. His tone is such a stark contrast to how he was speaking only moments ago—it is guarded and prickly, and you catch on immediately.

“Who knows,” you mutter a moment later, going along with Seungmin.

“So you guys—” Jisung begins wearily.

“He keeps following me,” you point out.

“She keeps following me,” Seungmin rebutts.

“R-Really?” Jisung asks nervously. 

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes. “I’m going to find Felix.”

Seungmin averts his gaze quickly, but not before you see the way he is biting back his laugh. And when you turn on your heel and head outside, a smile is plastered to your face as Jisung begins to badger him with questions.

The smile remains glued in place as the sound of Seungmin fibbing fades into the background.

That is the first time you pretend to still dislike each other in front of Jisung. The next time it happens is right before Hyunjin’s birthday when Felix ropes everyone into baking brownies for him. After that, it is when you and the guys go paintballing and you and Seungmin end up on opposite teams.

The fun of it is always how flustered Jisung gets. None of your other friends actually believe that you and Seungmin dislike each other—they know better than that. But Jisung, with his whole chest, thinks you and Seungmin hate each other. (Never mind the fact that you can’t look at him without hearts in your eyes...)

Once the charade started, you and Seungmin never clarified how long you were going to play along with it. Eventually, months have passed, and then when he finally works up the guts to ask you out officially, the face remains firmly in place.

Which is how you wind up here, six months later and happily dating, with your mutual best friend under the assumption that you guys actually hate each other.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” Seungmin asks as he takes a sip from his iced Americano.

“How irritating you were when we first met,” you say wistfully, tapping your fingers affectionately on the back of his hand.

“Hmmm? I recall you being just as irritating,” Seungmin tells you. 

“Me?” You gasp. “I’m an angel. I could never.”

“More like a devil in disguise,” he rolls his eyes.

“If I’m a devil, what does that say about you?”

“What can I say? I love charity work,” he declares dramatically. “You’re my community service project.

“I’m telling your mom,” you attempt to pull your hand out of his, and this time you succeed.

A pout stretches across his face, and it only takes a few seconds for you to break and lace your fingers with his once again.

“You’re scared of my mom,” Seungmin challenges, a lazy smirk stretching across his face.

Butterflies swim through your stomach, but you shove them down at the obvious jab.

“I’m not scared of her!” You insist. “I’m scared of meeting her. There’s a difference.”

“Sure, babe,” he nods solemnly.

“I’m serious!”

“I’m sure you are,” he placates.

“Stop looking at me like that,” now it is your turn to pout.

“Like what?” He asks innocently. 

“Like you think I’m cute.”

“But I do think you’re cute,” Seungmin points out.

“Well,” you say, flustered. “Stop!”

“It’s your fault for looking like that,” he says. “I’m not making you do that. In fact, don’t you think it’s more unfair for me?”

“How?” You narrow your eyes.

“I should be the cute one in the relationship,” he says like its obvious. “It’s not fair that you’re more adorable than me.”

“Awww, Seung,” you light up.

“I think you’re very adorable, and—” you coo, but stop short when something outside the coffee shop window catches you by surprise.

“—And I hate you,” you finish shortly, shoving Seungmin’s hand out of yours and crossing your arm with a huff.

“What?” He mutters, confused. “Wait, what just happened? Did I do something wrong?”

You roll your eyes, scooting your chair away from him. A distinctive chime rings, indicating that the door has been opened and then closed.

“Babe—” He begins, but then he stops too.

“Bab-y,” Seungmin says derisively, arranging his face into a mask of cool disdain.

“I’m calling you a baby.”

“Nice save,” you mouth, and Seungmin sticks his tongue out at you.

“Y/N,” Jisung’s voice comes behind you. “Seungmin! What are you guys doing here... Together?”

He sounds equal parts shocked and horrified, and for a moment you feel bad for him.

Then you remember that time last month when he woke you up at the ass crack of dawn and dragged you on a hike up a mountain, only to abandon you halfway up because he got a call from the girl he’s been hooking up with to come over, and you suddenly don’t feel bad anymore.

“Our professor assigned a group project,” Seungmin fibs seamlessly. “Y/N and I got paired up.”

“No need to sound so annoyed,” you say sweetly, kicking him under the table. 

(It’s less of a kick and more of you playing footsies with him, but it has the desired effect when Jisung’s eyes flit nervously around and Seungmin’s finger twitches ever so slightly towards your hand.)

“Who said I’m annoyed about it?” Seungmin asks, a serene smile stretching across his face.

“You did,” you tell him. “Many times, actually.”

“I’m more than annoyed. Exasperated, maybe, or incensed.

“Anyways,” you roll your eyes, barely able to keep your laughter at bay.

The funniest part about this conversation is that Seungmin isn’t completely lying.

Although the two of you aren’t currently working on anything, you were paired up a few weeks ago. Throughout the project, he couldn’t stop complaining about how annoying it was to be paired up with you—he claimed you were a pretty distraction, and that he couldn’t be expected to get any work done around you when he could kiss you instead.

“What are you doing here, Jisung?”

“I was just passing by!” He says shrilly, a little bit too fast.

Your raise an eyebrow. Recently, any time Jisung finds you and Seungmin in a (fake) argument, he can’t seem to escape fast enough. Individually, he has no problem being around you two. But it’s like he’s afraid to be standing in the blast zone when it comes to you and Seungmin together—which, in your opinion, is hilarious. 

The farce, then, is both amusing and beneficial, which is probably why you and Seungmin have dragged it out for so long. Because god knows, if Jisung knew that you and Seungmin actually liked each other, he would never give you any alone time.

His two best friends being friends is his dream. His two best friends dating? Frankly, you’re scared to see how he would act...

“Passing by?” Seungmin asks. “This far away from campus?”

“Yup!” Jisung exclaims cheerily. “And would you look at that? It’s already 4pm. I’ve got to go! I’ll see you later, bye!”

He is already inching towards the door before he begins speaking. By the time he has squeezed all the words out, his hands are on the door. 

You barely have the chance to say a quick “bye!” before he swings the door open and rushes out.

You and Seungmin watch through the window as Jisung speed walks away from the coffee shop, his fingers gripping his bag tightly.

And then, when he is out of sight, you both burst into laughter.

“Sorry babe,” you pout, reaching for Seungmin’s hand once the coast is clear. “I don’t actually hate you.”

“Well, unfortunately,” he clicks his tongue. “I was actually calling you a baby.”

Your pout deepens.

“But you’re my baby,” Seungmin amends, giving you a little kiss on the cheek. You sigh happily, scooting close so you can link your arm through his.

“D’you think we should tell him sometime soon?” You ask. 

A moment of silence passes.

“Nah,” Seungmin says finally. 

“Really?” 

“He was a menace to me throughout high school,” he says. “This is my revenge.

“Okay...” You say uncertainly.

“And, if you think about it,” Seungmin goes on. “It’s his fault that he still hasn’t noticed after all this time. All the other guys know. Even Hyunjin knows.”

“You know, that is a good point.”

“Thanks babe,” he kisses your cheek again, a smirk on his face. “I know it is.”

“Oh, hush,” you mutter, not entirely happy with how smug he looks.

But then, he leans in and finally kisses you on the lips, and you forget why you were annoyed with him in the first place. 

#skz x reader #stray kids x reader #seungmin x reader #seungmin scenarios #stray kids scenarios #kim seungmin scenarios #skz scenarios #seungmin fluff #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #seungmin fanfic #kim seungmin fanfic #stray kids imagine #skz imagines #kim seungmin fluff #w:deny me (lovesong) #m:seungmin #g:fluff #g:humor #g:established relationship au #jeonginify.txt

[dandylovesturtles]

I said to myself, “I’m going to write a short little ficlet about April taking the boys’ pictures for Splinter, that will be cute,” and then the Donnie portion got so long that I was like “okay I’ll just write about that.” I’m sure later I will circle back to the other three, and April showing the pictures to Splinter.

Support 100 Feet and a World Away in the TMNT Separated AU competition if you wanna! I have no idea when my poll is coming…

…

“Okay, before we start planning today,” April pulls out her phone, turning on the camera, “I’m gonna take your picture!”

Donnie looks suspicious. She can’t blame him - he’s had to put a lot of trust in her, a person he barely knows. She’s sure there’s some part of him that still thinks she’s planning on turning him into some kind of freak show attraction. “Why?”

“I’m gonna show your dad.” She lifts the phone, frowning at the bad lighting. Too bad she can’t turn any more on… “He wants to see what you look like all grown up!”

That’s half of it. The other half, she’s sure, is that Splinter wants to know that she isn’t jerking him around - that she really has met the boys, that she can get to them. He’s having to put a lot of trust in her, too.

It’s a little overwhelming when she thinks about it too long, so she doesn’t. Just focus on getting the photos - that’s all she has to do.

“The man who claims to be my father, you mean,” says Donnie.

April swallows down an exasperated groan. “Donnie, he has baby pictures of you.”

“Are you telling me there’s no way of manipulating pictures?”

“What, you think they’re photoshopped?”

“Aha!” Donnie points at her dramatically. “So there is a way!”

She needs to change tacks here. “These would be hard to fake. He’d have to know what you look like - what all of you look like.” She gestures at him. “He’d have to know that you have markings on your arms and shoulders, your eye color, what your shell looks like… That your color is purple.”

Donnie still looks suspicious through her little speech, but at the last point, she can see something else break through. After all, that’s the one thing the scientists here don’t know.

He’s still not sold, she knows that, but she can’t blame him there, either. All the walls he’s built up are defensive, and they’ll take time to wear down.

“I wouldn’t show this to anyone I think would hurt you,” she says, hoping he believes her. “I’ll even delete it when I’m done, if you want.”

He hesitates a second longer, and when he moves back from the fence and lowers into the water she thinks he won’t agree. But then he surfaces again, a few feet back, and holds his arms straight out to the sides.

“Okay,” he says resolutely. “I’m ready.”

She stares at him. “Uh… why are you standing like that?”

“Is this not the normal protocol for taking pictures?”

She doesn’t want to ask, but she does, anyway. “Is that how those creeps make you stand?”

“Yes.” He twists at the waist. “Front and then back.”

Of course. Every day she learns some new, messed up thing.

She wishes she could have five minutes alone with these creepazoid scientists - just her, them, and her trusty baseball bat.

But Donnie doesn’t need her justifiable rage right now, so she breathes past it and focuses.

“No, it’s not… Most people don’t take pictures like that.” T-pose for dominance crosses her mind, but there’s absolutely no time for explaining memes right now. “You wanna look more… natural.”

“Natural. Okay.” He drops his arms, then fidgets with his hands. “How do I do that?”

“Just stand how you normally stand when you talk to me.”

He frowns, then wades closer. Sways a little, his eyes locked on her. It’s interesting, how it doesn’t scare her like it did at first. “Like this?”

He looks angry like this. His mouth is set in a line, eyes intense. April knows it as his resting face, but what will Splinter think?

Telling Donnie to smile feels weird, though, so she sucks in a breath and nods. “Yep, like that. Okay, I’ll take the pic - it’s gonna flash, okay?”

“Flash?”

“Yeah, flash a bright light. Just for a second.”

He nods. “Okay.”

She holds up the phone, focuses, then takes the pic. Donnie doesn’t startle at the flash, and she’s glad she warned him about it.

The picture itself is… well, depressing is the only word she has for it. Donnie looks angry, standing alone in the dark, feet from the camera and behind a fence. The shadows from the chain link crisscross over his face and body, stark reminders of his captivity.

On one hand, it definitely shows the situation Donnie is in.

On the other, she can only imagine how it would feel to see this picture as a parent.

She kinda hates the idea of bringing Splinter only this… But what else can she do?

“Hmmm…” She taps the phone against the palm of her hand, thinking. Her eyes land on the slot in the fence they use to give Donnie food, and an idea forms.

“Is something wrong with it?” Donnie asks, and she shrugs.

“I was just thinking, the fence makes it hard to see your face.”

“I can’t leave the fence yet, though,” he reminds her, and she shakes her head.

“No, but I can give the phone to you.” She indicates the food slot.

Immediately his eyes light up. “You’re giving me the phone?” His voice pitches up in excitement.

“Hold your horses! We don’t have time for you to go down an internet search rabbit hole, okay?” He opens his mouth, and she shakes her head. “And you are not taking it apart.” He shuts his mouth again. “You’re just gonna take a selfie.”

“A selfie?”

“Yep!” She turns around, then lifts her phone so he can see the screen. He gets as close as he can without touching the fence, so close she can feel his breath as he exhales. His eyes are locked on the phone in fascination. “See this button? If you click that, it switches to the selfie camera.”

“There’s a camera on the front of the phone too!?” Donnie sounds delighted by this information. “Where are they hiding it!?”

“Uh, it’s up here… somewhere.” She gestures at the top of the phone, then shakes her head. “Anyway, once you’re ready, you click this button, and it takes the pic! And that’s called a selfie, because you took a picture of yourself.”

She shows him the picture they just took, of herself talking and Donnie leaning in close, watching with rapt attention. It’s definitely not her best picture, but Donnie looks so much more alive than he did in the last one, even still obscured by the fence.

She thinks she might keep that one, too.

“I see… a selfie.” Donnie says the word like he does all new ones, like he’s turning it around in his mouth to see how it feels. “And you want me to take one?”

“Yep!”

She turns to the food slot, then hesitates. There’s always a chance Donnie will completely disregard what she just said and take the phone for himself - she can’t exactly get it back from him if she hands it over.

But he’s been putting a lot of trust in her, so she can give a little back.

“Here - don’t let it get wet.”

She slips it into the slot. Donnie shakes off his hands, then takes it between his fingers, looking at it with entirely too much reverence. If he ever gets a phone if his own, she thinks, they’ll never get him off it.

For a moment he looks extremely tempted to start rooting through the internet no matter the risks, but after she clears her throat (twice) he gets back on task.

“Right, okay… so I just hold it up like this…” He squints, then moves around in the enclosure, watching the screen. “…I can see myself better here,” he says after he stops.

“You have better lighting there,” April agrees - not that the lighting was ever going to be great with just the dimmed safety lights. “Look at you, you’re a natural!”

Donnie lights up at the praise, his face loosening if not quite smiling. He takes the picture, then ducks like he’s about to go under the water (“Donnie, not with the phone!”), before wading back to the fence.

“Is this okay?” he asks, showing her the screen.

He doesn’t look angry anymore, and the lighting is better - and without the fence, there’s a clear view of his face.

April grins. “It is. Hey, how about you take a few more, though, just to be on the safe side.”

“Ah, yes… to be on the safe side,” he repeats, before wading back to the same spot as before. He lifts the phone, and starts taking pictures, looking at them each time.

After the first two, his lips twitch up, and then his smile grows and grows. April watches as he takes ten more pictures, even starting to tilt his head and angle this way and that. Like a normal kid trying to get the best shot for his instagram.

Her heart warms over it.

She’d let him do this all night if she could, but she only has a few hours and she has to get to the other boys, so after a few minutes more she calls out, “Donnie, I think that’s enough.”

“Can I take a few more?” He glances back at her. “This is… fun.”

“I know, but I gotta take pictures of your brothers, too.” She smiles reassuringly. “Once you’re outta here, you can take all the selfies you want, okay?”

He holds the phone tight, considering… but then he comes back to the slot and gently pushes it back to her.

She takes the phone and opens the pictures, flipping through them in order. His smile in the pictures gets wider and wider, quickly taking on that manic, unhinged quality he gets when he gets really worked up about something.

April feels like she likes those selfies the best. He looks most alive. Most like himself. She can’t wait to show these to Splinter.

After all, if he can’t love this kid at his most weird, he doesn’t deserve to be Donnie’s dad.

#dandy fanfiction #100 feet and a world away #rottmnt #rottmnt april #rottmnt donatello #I’m supposed to get my computer back today #if I don’t I’m rioting

[amara-scott]

"Sebastian?! What are you doing here?" I say thintly but angrily, my wand back in my pocket after we finish killing the last spider of the pack, a Thornback Matriarch, I believe. One I despise most because of their sharp fangs that tend to break most of my shielding charms.

I walk up to him, the wet leaves mushing with every step. I whack his shoulder with a frown upon my lips. "I told you not to follow me." He didin't even budge.

"Believe it or not, I suspected you wouldn't approve. Hence, why I haven't asked for permission to leave with you." He says with a small smirk etched onto his full lips. He's gone absolutely daft now. Idiot!

"You could have been hurt, Sebastian! It's dangerous out here."

"Oh, love, I know that. It did look like you needed some help though, didn't it?" He crosses his arms now, musing down at me through hooded lids.

"Don't worry about me, I had it all covered." I turn to walk further into the forest, ready to take down the camp of Ashwinders I saw yesterday while flying on my broom back to the castle. By now the rain had started to pour down, the wind joining in. We were both fully drenched in merely a few minutes.

"Didn't look like it –" Sebastian repeated in a singsong voice as he keeps following me. I roll my eyes and shake my head, stopping in my tracks to turn around. As I do, I realize how close he is now, making me gasp out quietly.

He tilts his head, his eyes scanning my face. "So? Can I come?" He raises a brow. I waited for a moment before replying, only the whistling wind and slapping rain could be heard. He would not take a no.

"Alright –" He breaks me off with a gesture of triumph, letting out a joyful yes.

"- but! Only if you trust me and do what I say." I raise my head, crossing my arms and he sighs, shrugging his shoulders.

"Sure." He mumbles and I have to smile. The rain stops once more, making me wipe my wet hood off my head and shaking my arms.

"Wait, let me –" He lifts his wand and, exaresco, making the cold rain, left on our clothes, disappear. Impressive.

His eyes light up as the spell worked undoubtedly.

"I underestimated you. Didn't know you paid attention in Charms, I thought you disliked Professor Ronen." He smirks once more and I turn around to walk again.

He joins my pace, swinging an arm around my shoulder. My cheeks warming at his touch.

"Yeah, there's a lot you don't know about me, that you haven't seen yet. Lot's of things to uncover and be impressed by –"

"– Sebastian!"

The image above is made with ai and photoshop.

#imagine #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow ai #sebastian sallow imagine #ai image #ai art #sebastian sallow x reader

[imekitty]

Star Error VI

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Star investigates Danny’s glowing freckles.

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The rumors continued throughout the morning. Star kept catching students looking at her and whispering, giggling behind their hands.

Damn it. All she wanted to do was prove that Fenton's stupid freckles glowed. How did she let this happen?

After the lunch bell rang, Star caught a glimpse of Fenton down the hall. She paused for only a moment before deciding not to meet the rest of the A-List for lunch and power walking toward Fenton. She wasn't hungry anyway.

Students stared at her as she dashed past them. She was sure she could hear them whispering about her. What's she doing? Where's she going? Is she chasing after Danny Fenton? Oh, she must be, yes, she's so very in love with him, isn't she?

She clenched her jaw and kept her gaze straight ahead, making no eye contact with anyone. Fenton was leaning against a row of lockers and chatting with his two loser friends.

"Hey. You." Star marched up to him, her hands balled into fists by her side.

Fenton turned to her and blinked with an expression of mock innocence as he pointed to his chest. "You talking to me?"

"Yes, I'm talking to you," hissed Star. "Who else would I be talking to?"

"I don't know." Fenton shrugged and looked around. "There's a lot of people in this hallway."

"Quit acting dumb," said Star. "We need to talk."

"Isn't that what we're doing now?"

"You know what I mean. Somewhere private."

"Oh, my. Whatever about, Star?"

Fenton's eyes became larger in his continued faux naivete. Manson and Foley exchanged glances and quirked eyebrows.

"I just couldn't possibly imagine," said Fenton.

"Are you going to come talk with me?" demanded Star. "Or am I going to have to drag you somewhere?"

Fenton laughed. "Oh, wow. I'd kind of like to see you try that."

Star growled and could feel her face heating up.

"All right, all right, we can talk." Fenton looked at his friends. "I'll meet you two at our usual table for lunch a little later."

"See ya," said Foley.

"Good luck," said Manson.

Star stomped ahead of Fenton, leading the way down the hall. She could see more people staring at them as they walked past, whispering their names and giggling.

The first empty classroom Star spotted, she darted inside. Fenton followed in behind her, and Star locked the door.

"So how have things been since last night, Star?" asked Fenton with a pleasant smile.

Star scowled and opened the picture of his glowing freckles on her phone. "You need to tell the A-List that this is real, that your freckles really do glow."

"You really sent that to them, huh?" Fenton squinted at the photo, as if he were studying it.

"Yes!" cried Star. "And they think it's photoshopped or some kind of Snapchat filter. And then they recognized the background and thought we were on a date and now the entire school thinks you and I are dating."

Fenton burst out laughing. Star seethed, her grip on her phone shaking.

"What about this is funny?" Star gritted her teeth.

"This really backfired on you, didn't it?" asked Fenton, still grinning.

Star sputtered and fumbled with a response.

"I mean, am I supposed to feel sorry for you?" Fenton raised his arms, palms up. "What do you want from me right now, Star?"

"I want you to tell everyone the truth!" yelled Star. "You have to tell the A-List that your freckles really do glow so that people will stop thinking we're dating."

"Hmm." Fenton scrunched up his mouth and glanced up at the ceiling before dropping the expression and looking at her again. "Nah, I don't think so."

Star growled. "What? What do you mean, you don't think—you can't just—"

"Look, I don't care if people think we're dating," said Fenton with a nonchalant shrug. "First Paulina, now you—I mean, everyone's gonna think I'm a stud. This is only a good thing for me."

"But not for me!" cried Star. "I can't let people think I would actually date a freak like you!"

"Hey, you're the one who brought me in here and locked the door," said Fenton, gesturing around the classroom. "You don't think anyone saw us come in here together?"

"If you would just tell everyone the truth, that won't matter!" insisted Star.

Fenton exhaled loudly, rubbing his fingers over one eyebrow. "I can tell anyone who asks that we're not actually dating, but I'm not going to admit that my freckles glow."

"That's not enough, Fenton."

"Well, I don't know what else you'd expect from me after what you did yesterday."

Star huffed. "Oh, is that what this is about? Did I hurt your feelings when I tricked you, Fenton? Is this your way of getting back at me?"

"Of course not," said Fenton. "I'm not the one who started the rumor about us dating, Star. I just don't care. You've given me no reason to care."

"You know, all I wanted was proof that your freckles glow," said Star. "I don't even know why you want to hide this so much, like no one at this school could possibly think you're any freakier than you already are."

Fenton raised a brow. "You think so, huh?"

"Uh, yeah," said Star. "Everyone already knows your parents deal with weird ghost stuff. No one would be the slightest bit surprised that some of it leaked into your skin or whatever."

"It's really not as simple as that."

"Then what is it?"

Fenton averted his gaze.

"Can you just tell me, please?" asked Star.

Fenton slowly shook his head. "No. I can't."

Star scoffed. "I really don't get you, Fenton," she muttered.

Fenton sighed. "Look. You and everyone at this school, you're not the ones I'm trying to hide this from."

"What do you mean?" Star cocked her head. "Who are you trying to hide it from, then?"

"Just…" Fenton rubbed his upper arm. "People."

"What kind of people?"

"People who would…want to hurt me." Fenton looked at the floor. "If they knew."

Star eyed him warily, sticking out her bottom lip. "Why would anyone want to hurt you just because your freckles glow?"

"I can't tell you."

"Well, if you won't tell me, then let me ask my last yes-or-no question to try to figure it out."

Fenton groaned. "Star—"

"I still have one left, don't I? You said you'd answer five questions for me if I helped you with five math problems."

"That was before you took that picture of me and sent it to the A-List."

"Come on, are you really going to keep holding that against me?" asked Star. "It backfired, like you said. Now we're even."

Fenton shook his head and turned to leave. Star grabbed his arm, causing him to look at her again.

"Let me ask." She didn't let go of his arm. "Please."

He stared at her for some time, silent. Then he opened his mouth but jumped when someone rattled the door handle.

"Did someone lock my door?" asked a teacher's muffled voice. "Who's in there? I just stepped out for a few minutes!"

Star let go of Fenton's arm. "It's Mrs. Winters. Shit."

Fenton headed to the door and unlocked it, swinging it open. Mrs. Winters scowled at them, a textbook in one hand and her other hand on her hip.

"Star, Danny?" Mrs. Winters moved past them to her desk. "Look, I know you're a new couple, but please don't use my classroom to make out."

Star's jaw dropped. "What—we were not—I mean, we're not—"

Fenton smiled and took Star by the wrist. "Sorry, Mrs. Winters. It won't happen again."

He tugged her wrist. Star allowed him to pull her out of the room and lead her down the now empty hallway until they were out of earshot.

Star took her hand out of Fenton's grasp and leaned against the lockers, groaning. "God, even the teachers have heard the rumor about us dating now."

Fenton started walking away. Star stood up straighter. "Fenton! Where are you going?"

Fenton turned back to her. "Lunch. Sam and Tucker are waiting for me."

"But we haven't finished talking about this!"

"What more is there to say? And don't you think your friends might be wondering where you are, too? Do you really want to tell them you were with me for all of lunch?"

Star glared at him before sighing with defeat. "No, I really don't," she muttered, looking down at the floor.

"But you know…" Fenton turned to her more fully. "I never got to thank you for your help yesterday."

Star looked up, raising a brow.

"The way you explained how to do those math problems was really helpful," Fenton continued. "Usually I don't have a clue what Falluca is saying, but today, math class made more sense to me. And Falluca actually seemed impressed when I turned in the homework you helped me with."

"Oh. Um." Star shrugged. "Well, that's my goal as a tutor."

"You're good at it," said Fenton. "I hope it really does help you get into your top college."

"My top college?"

"Yeah. You told me that you joined the tutoring club so it would look good on your college applications."

"You actually remember that?"

"Of course."

He smiled at her kindly. Star could feel herself blushing and pretended to scratch an itch on the back of her neck so she could look away from him.

"I really need to go now." Fenton pulled his vibrating phone out of his pocket. "Tucker keeps spamming me, asking where I am."

"You will let me ask my fifth yes-or-no question, won't you?" asked Star.

Fenton hesitated, then chuckled. "I might. Maybe. If we ever go out again."

"Wha—again?" Star put her hands on her hips. "That wasn't a date last night, Fenton. You know that."

Fenton shrugged and gave her a small wave before turning to walk toward the cafeteria. Star let him go this time, unmoving, staring after him.

Part 7

#danny phantom #star rainsdon #danny fenton #imekitty writes #star error

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Yule Shoot Your Eye Out- Oneshot Kristanna Modern AU

Universe: Modern AU

Rating: T (Teen +) Mentions of alcohol and firearms

Length: 935 Words

Summary: Anna and Kristoff are both relaxing in different ways after having the family over for the holidays in preparation for their engagement photos. Hi-jinks ensue. 

A/N: Advent Day 5, taking a little break from updating ongoing fics. Is this based on a true event? I’ll never tell... but depending on how well our photographer can photoshop, our engagement photos might. Shhh don’t tell my fiance.

It was the perfect day to pamper herself and Anna was fully intending to enjoy it. She and Kristoff had just pulled off their first family Thanksgiving the night before and now that the dust had settled, the relatives were gone, and all the dishes were finally done, she fully planned to take a nice bath with an overpriced holiday bath bomb and kill the remaining half of the bottle of red blend she'd opened the night before. She was dead set on pampering herself, both because she deserved it and because she wanted to look her best the next day for the photo session she and Kristoff had booked to snap some engagement photos to use on their wedding invitations. They’d been waiting forever to get them done, the photographer they’d both wanted had been booked up for months and they’d barely managed to sneak in as evidently very few people wanted to have their photos taken on a Holiday weekend. 

She'd been so excited to have all her family and friends around yesterday, the sort of gathering she'd longed for since childhood, but now she felt the exhaustion the excitement had been masking. Her social battery was totally drained for being around anyone for the day, save for Kristoff, and she was recharging without him regardless. He and Sven had planned their own relaxing day and Anna hadn't asked questions about what exactly that entailed because frankly she’d been too exhausted.

She smiled when she realized the tub was full to her satisfaction, she’d spent a not insignificant time getting the water temperature just right and was fully looking forward to removing her robe and settling in before adding the bath bomb to the water and watching it fizz. She really was trying to focus on herself and the small pleasures of a relaxing day.

That was until, of course, she heard the front door open then close abruptly.

“Anna?”

She sighed, giving the tub a rueful look as she asked herself if she should reevaluate whether Kristoff’s presence was conducive to her recovering her sanity post holiday.

He sounded nervous, and Kristoff almost never sounded anxious. Flustered? Yes. Exhausted? Yes. Tense was, however, an exceedingly rare emotion for him, especially in the safety of their home. That alone was enough to make her give up on her bath and exit the bathroom in her robe. 

“Kristoff?” she called, hearing him from the direction of the kitchen before she saw him standing in front of the fridge, the freezer door open and covering his face from her view. 

“Oh, I thought you and Sven were supposed to be gone for another hour or two. I’m surprised to see you home so early. Is something wrong? Are you both okay?”

“We were… I mean we’re both, um… fine.”

Anna frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. He still sounded nervous and now she couldn’t chock it up to his not knowing where she was. 

“That doesn’t sound very suspicious at all.”

She could hear him digging in the freezer for something and rather than wait for him to find it she walked around to the other side of the door.

“What are you looking for?”

He was staring into the freezer, face beet red as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t have. She could only see one side of his face clearly, and she wondered what exactly could have him so worked up.

“Frozen peas.”

She reached past him and pulled the bag off of the door shelf just to the side of his face.

When she handed it to him and he sheepishly pressed it to his eye, she understood why he was acting so cagey.

“Kristoff Bjorgman, what did you do to your face?”

He turned to face her then, knowing he’d been caught. 

“Well Sven and I thought going to the range might be fun given we haven’t been in a while and I tried out his new scope and, well…”

Anna wasn’t much for guns. She could appreciate that Sven and Kristoff had a hobby they enjoyed together and that they were responsible about it, but she hadn’t exactly poured hours of research into learning about it. That said even she could make two and two equal four in this instance.

“You got hit in the eye with the scope and tomorrow morning you’re going to have a massive bruise.”

Even with the bag of peas obscuring half his face Anna could see how apologetic he looked.

She couldn’t help herself when she groaned, “Oh Kristoff, our pictures.”

“Sven said he was going to get some concealer at the store… also an eyepatch, but I think that’s a joke?”

Anna sighed, closed the freezer door and started walking to their bedroom, dragging her feet the whole way.

So much for some rest and relaxation.

 “He won’t get the right color. I’ll get dressed, you go get the car started.”

When she heard him immediately heading for the door, she couldn’t help but smile despite their situation. She was marrying her best friend, and if she had to suffer the occasional mishap, it seemed a small price to pay.

As she walked by the bathroom, the door still wide open with a pleasantly steaming tub all but mocking her, she pointed at it and then at her eyes and back again.

“I’m coming back for you later.” 

She supposed that the photos of them with his black eye, if not engagement announcement and invitation worthy, would at least make a funny christmas card, and an even better story. 

#kristanna advent 2022 #kristanna #modern au #oneshot #humor

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Someday... Chapter 3: The Story I Heard

[Last Chapter] -- [Masterlist]-- [Next Chapter]

Up a day early. Enjoy!

🎵 BGM: ONE OK ROCK "Heartache"

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Cursing, Mentions of drug use.

“I passed by the shop on my way to a shoot today,” she spoke up after putting the last washed dish on the drying rack. “That shop attendant’s gettin’ real cozy with you.” Her tone was sharp and cold like sleet pelting your face, making Mitsuya look up from his book.

“Eri-san? She’s harmless.”

“She was practically eye-fucking you,” she flatly stated and slapped down the now wrung out dish rag a lot harder than she wanted to before walking out of the kitchen and into the living area.

“I’ll admit, she gets… too familiar sometimes,” her boyfriend acknowledged with a tone of hesitancy. “But we’re just work friends.”

“Don’t look like that to me,” she scoffed and plopped down on the couch beside him with her arms crossed.

“Are you actually jealous?”

“Yes.”

“Love,” he set the closed book on the coffee table and scooted closer to his girlfriend. “Haven’t we been together long enough for you to know I’m only yours?”

“It’s because we’ve been together long enough I know when I see someone trying to steal you away from me,” she harshly pointed out. “And you don’t even realize it.”

“And what about Ryota-san then?” he shot back with a defensive tone. “You’re ‘friendly’ with him too.”

“Ryo—” she sputtered incredulously. “He has a boyfriend! And that’s unrelated to what we’re talking about!” (Y/N) took a sharp exhale. “Can you… just not stop by that shop as often any more? I don’t like her vibes.”

“That ‘girl’ is a work associate and a friend,” Mitsuya defended. “You’re reading too much into this.”

“Really…” She drew her neck back with raised brows and chewed on the insides of her cheeks. Getting off of the couch, she walked toward their shared bedroom. “Seems like you care ‘bout what your ‘friend’ feels more than your own girlfriend.”

His shoulders jumped at the loud slam of the door.

She squeezed her eyes shut and leaned back in her office chair, sighing heavily and pinching her nose bridge. It was another late night at the office touching up photos for Mitsuya’s line before sending it to the marketing department to make the promo collateral. Even though she has an automated script to make it go faster in Photoshop, she’s a stickler to make sure the shots were up to her standards.

Faint sounds of the rain pattering outside could be heard through the four walls of her office. Having sat at her desk for two hours, she immediately stood to get some blood flowing back into her legs by doing lunge stretches.

Letting out a groan of relief, she straightened her leg and slowly bent down, feeling her hamstrings activate and repeated the movement on the other side. She’s always felt guilty leaving him without saying a word after all these years.

There were only so many times she could’ve asked him what time he was coming home, told him how much she missed him, whether or not he needed dinner to be portioned out. Even though they lived together, they felt more like roommates than lovers because of their schedules. All the planned vacations were postponed last minute because of something work related on both ends. Any days off they had together were spent looking at their phones, playing catch up on emails. Conversation became less and whenever they did, a verbal argument would break out.

Physical intimacy dwindled as time went on, with either one being tired or just not in the mood; they were lucky if they were even able to do it once a month! She even had to throw out an entire box of unused condoms because they expired. And her vibrator could only do so much to satiate that carnal itch compared to what Mitsuya could do to her.

Whenever they finally did spend time together, it was always with their friends. (Y/N) didn’t mind it; she wished she was a bit more pushy with Takashi in spending more personal time together.

Even though she still loved him deeply, she felt him gradually getting distant and didn’t know what to do to change that. The day she got the text from him, saying he wanted to talk about something; her mind wandered to the worse case scenario. But it didn’t matter what she thought, what’s important was they were finally going to talk.

Having gotten off of work early that day, she got home and started making dinner while waiting for him. When it got closer to 8pm, she asked him when he would be back via text; he never responded.

She eventually got tired of waiting and decided to go to his studio; it’d been a while since she stopped by. And there it was: the one thing she dreaded happened.

She walked into Eri hovering her overly glossed lips over her boyfriend’s, her petite and lithe body sitting on top of his work desk with her not-so-surprising short skirt and overly exposed frilly top. Her fingers ran up and down on his forearm with light feather touches as she batted her eyelash extensions at her man. Hearing her loud gasp, Mitsuya turned and saw her heart completely break. A tear slid down her cheek and she ran off into the chilly, autumn night, not caring whether or not he chased after her.

Her lungs ached with cool, burning fire as she ran as far away as she could through blurry eyes. Her muscles fired on full blast, feeling the fatigue building up and her tongue tasting the salty iron with every breath. It hurt. Everything hurt like a thousand knives simultaneously stabbing her in the heart with rubbing alcohol pouring on top of the wounds.

She warned him. And he didn’t listen. She told him Eri made her uncomfortable and he disregarded her feelings.

He didn’t care anymore; he didn't care about her anymore.

Stumbling back home, she panted heavily while sobbing. Her tears mixed with the dripping sweat fell from her face, staring into the dark apartment they shared before hastily kicking her shoes off.

Through her tear-stained gaze, she grabbed her duffle bag and her clothes from the closet along with other basic necessities into it; she zipped it up and looked down at her left hand through blurry eyes. Quietly sniffling, (Y/N) hesitantly removed the ring on her finger and placed it on the dining table. Hastily grabbing a loose sheet of paper, she wrote her goodbye message and placed it next to the cold and long forgotten dinner she made.

She didn’t know where to go, but she couldn’t stay there. It wasn’t home any more.

And the consequence of that action was her feelings in limbo for her ex-boyfriend. She hated this, but she also didn’t want to confront it; she didn’t want to reopen these scarred wounds she haphazardly stitched back together.

A few days later, Mitsuya stopped by (Y/N)’s agency after receiving an email saying the shots for his debut line were ready for viewing. Changing out of his usual work attire, he donned a well fitted thin suit jacket with the sleeves rolled up on top of a black short sleeve collared shirt with casual navy blue slacks and leather dress shoes. The receptionist welcomed him in and led him into the brightly lit glass pane conference room. Drinks and snacks were already provided in advance prior to his arrival.

“Mitsuya-san, so great to finally meet you,” Murayama, the head of SOUL LOVE Agency Inc. greeted him and exchanged business cards. “Thank you for hiring us to spearhead the promotion for your debut line. We’re as excited as you are.”

“I’m more nervous than excited, to be honest,” the designer answered with an awkward chuckle.

“Well, we’re going to change that when you see (Y/N)-san’s work,” the CEO boasted. “I have to say, of all the things she’s shot, these are her best by far.”

Not long after, the photographer entered the room with her assistant and some people from the marketing department following behind; she sat across the table from him, not once making eye contact. She wore a black short sleeve silk blouse with an embellished ruched collar. A ribbon was tied underneath it, paired with a set of high waist linen khaki wide leg slacks and black leather slip on sandals. Considering all she used to wear were oversized hoodies and t-shirts when she was younger, the (Y/N) in front of him was now a polished adult. The bracelet and ring she once wore were replaced with a lone, thin silver band on her slender left pinky.

Putting his glasses on, he meticulously looked over the photo proofs one by one. His lavender eyes widened with surprise: the models looked so natural wearing his clothes, showcasing comfort, movement and style. The couple and group shots were intimate and inviting, like the viewer was peering into a private moment in their lives. Her composition had tremendously improved since he last saw her works. It was polished, but still natural and organic with a human touch.

“(Y/N)-san…” Mitsuya called, remembering to add an honorific to her name, keeping in mind of Chifuyu’s words from last night while his eyes still scanned her work. “What was going through your mind shooting this?”

“When I asked the models what they thought of your clothes, majority of them said it was comforting, like an intimate embrace,” she answered with a neutral tone and gaze across the table. “So I did the whole shoot with that feeling in mind.”

“That was exactly what I wanted to portray.”

“I’m happy to hear that.” Her head bowed lightly to thank him, face void of emotion.

After a two and a half hour meeting of going through all the photos and ad design concepts with him, the promotions for Mitsuya’s debut line was set to go with his final approval. Since he had a small budget, the advertisements were to be seen in local fashion magazines, fashion news websites, Instagram and small sized promotional posters around Shibuya, Shinjuku and Roppongi. And after finding out he and (Y/N) were former classmates, they gave him a discount on it. As much as he refused, Murayama insisted in order to build a professional working relationship with him for the future because he believed in his work.

Thanking everyone for their time, the CEO left the conference room, with marketing soon after with the printed sample collateral. He was left with (Y/N) and her assistant gathering their belongings. The designer caught her by the door just as she was leaving.

“Would you be able to do dinner tonight?” he asked. “I want to treat you for doing such good work with my line. It could even just be a round of drinks if you don’t have that much time.”

“I don—”

“She would love to,” Ryota butted in, with her immediately shooting him a dirty look.

“Ryota,” she warned with a sharp glare thrown at him.

Oh. So he was Ryota, he thought to himself, suddenly remembering the conversation they had when she brought Eri up. The man took a lot of care with his appearance, his hair carefully styled with pomade to make his cropped cut tousled like he just rolled out of bed. His facial hair was neatly trimmed, nails manicured and immaculate.

“(Y/N)-chan’s been working really hard lately and she barely takes any days off.” Her assistant then placed his hands on Mitsuya’s shoulder and gently nudged him to the side and leaned into his ear. “Take her somewhere relaxing, not fancy. She hates the white table cloth places.”

“O-Okay…”

Flashing him a quick friendly smile, he hastily made his way out and said in a sing songy tone, “You two have fun tonight~”

“So… what time will be good for you?” Mitsuya slowly asked, immediately noticing the dark scowl she was shooting at Ryota. He immediately knew what she was thinking and snickered to himself: she was finding ways to kill him three times over. At least that part of her hasn’t changed, the thought to himself with a small crooked smirk. Finally giving up, she sighed and rubbed her temple.

“I should be done by seven.”

The day went by in the blink of an eye and she found herself staring at her computer clock. It was close to their meeting time. Sighing, she leaned back on her computer chair and closed her eyes.

A loud, panicked pounding ravaged Draken’s apartment door at 11pm. Audibly groaning in annoyance, the lanky man dragged himself off of his couch to answer it and ran his hand through his untied jet black hair.

“What the hell’s your—(Y/N)-chan?” he looked down with surprise.

She stood there, sniffling and quivering from the outside chill with a travel bag in hand. Her cheeks were dyed with red splotches, her eyes like shiny, reflecting glass from tears threatening to spill out again.

“So-Sorry… I-I know it’s late n’ you just got off work,” she said between her dry sobs and wiped her tears with the heel of her hand. “Didn’t know where else to go…”

Immediately letting his friend in, she set her belongings down and sat on the tile carpeted floor after taking her shoes off in the small foyer. The dragon tattooed man immediately sat beside her and solemnly stared.

“What happened?”

“Takashi… He… He…” Her lips quivered and choked down her sobs, violently hiccupping. “We’re over.”

“What do you mean you two are over?” he asked in confusion. “That guy loves you to death.”

“I went by his studio…” she stuttered as tears freely cascaded down her flushed cheeks. “And that store attendant he works with was there…” Her knuckles turned white from balling her hands up tightly. “She was making a move on him n’ h-he didn’t even try p-pushing her off!”

Finally breaking down, she bawled into her palms. Draken slowly embraced her slumped form, letting her cry it out. She’d been there for him since Emma’s death and supported him through thick and thin; this was the least he could do.

“My words can’t reach him!” she whimpered into his muscular shoulder, feeling herself completely crumble and shatter. “I’m not in his heart anymore…”

What the fuck was Mitsuya doing, he angrily thought to himself while comforting his friend.

It’s just dinner. Nothing else, she mentally reminded herself as she headed to the elevators to meet Mitsuya downstairs.

With a ding, she vacated the building to see a familiar set of short lilac streaked hair waiting with his arms crossed and eyes closed on a guard rail; he ditched the blazer he wore from earlier today. Anyone passing by would’ve thought he was a model with his lanky build. As if sensing her presence, he looked up and saw her just as she exited. She was still as beautiful as he remembered her.

“So where are we going?” she asked in a semi-bored manner.

“I found a spot for handmade soba. That good with you?”

“Lead the way.”

Hailing a taxi to Chiyoda, they rode in silence. (Y/N) glanced out the window, looking up at the sky and passing street lamps. It was a habit she never broke out of back when she used to ride on the back of Impulse. The two arrived in front of the restaurant, with her paying the fare just as he reached for his wallet.

“Let me do this much if you’re treating tonight,” she remarked before leaving the car.

They entered the restaurant and were seated in a booth near the back with plenty of privacy. The two looked at the menu and made their orders, consisting of cold sake and their set soba meal with tempura.

“So how’s your dad doing?” Mitsuya asked to make conversation.

“He moved back to Sendai not too long ago,” she revealed. “He’s working with the Wayamas as a distribution manager now. Less stress on his body from driving and he’s enjoying it. He’s even quit smoking, finally.”

“That’s good to hear…” he trailed off with a small smile. The waitress came by and brought their order of cold sake. (Y/N) took the carafe and poured their drinks before raising the small cup.

“To the success of your debut,” they toasted and sipped the light spirit before setting it back down. The awkward, pregnant silence settled back between the two, neither one able to come up with anything to talk about. It was never like this when they were still together; how did it come to this?

Their food came not too long after and they ate in silence for the most part, with only the slurping of the noodles and the loud, light crunches of biting into the fried goods occupying the dead air.

“How are your sisters doing?” she finally asked after swallowing her food.

“Luna’s working as a sales manager for a fabrics distributor and Mana’s just about to graduate from vocational school for nursing while doing her externship at a local hospital,” Mitsuya replied with a small beam of pride. “And my mom’s eased up on her work hours now. Those two have been through so much. I’m glad they’ve grown into proper adults.”

“Well, they had you raising them so…”

“They really missed having you around…” he trailed off and rolled his lips in.

(Y/N) bitterly scoffed and set her chopsticks down. “Using your sisters to guilt me for leaving? That’s dirty, even for you.”

“N-No. No. I didn’t mean it like that,” he hastily replied and took a breath. “I’m… sorry. Really. I am. I spoke without thinking.”

“It’s fine. I just… misunderstood,” she uttered out and avoided eye contact for the rest of the evening.

Just as dinner wrapped up without any more chatter, Mitsuya was wracking his brain to keep her company for a little longer. There were so many things he wanted to talk with her about, but didn’t know how to say it.

“Would you like some dessert?” the waiter suggested with a friendly smile. “We recently put our green tea shaved ice on the menu as a seasonal spec—”

“Yes,” he immediately answered, startling the young man. “Two orders of that, please.”

The server bowed and made her way back to the kitchen. (Y/N) leaned back in her seat and dumped the remaining sake from her cup into her mouth, secretly wishing to get shitfaced just so she could leave earlier. Just as she reached for the carafe, Mitsuya beat her to it and refilled it for her. Muttering a thanks, she mindlessly played with the small ceramic cup and got lost in her thoughts. About 10 minutes later, a giant bowl of shaved ice topped with green tea syrup, sweet red beans and dango appeared in front of them.

“When was the last time you had this?” (Y/N) asked Mitsuya.

“Hmm… it’s gotta be at least three, four years ago,” he confessed. “You?”

“Probably a year or two ago? Think I was in Singapore…”

Each took a respective spoonful with topping and put it into their mouths, feeling the soft, fluffy ice slowly dissipate on their tongue with the bittersweet taste of the green tea syrup mixed in with the sweetness of the azuki beans. Taking another three bites, they experienced their first round brain freeze.

“Oh man…” she groaned and held her temple, letting out a quick shudder from the cold running through her body. She flagged down a server for two cups of warm tea to offset the effect.

“Remember when we had this as kids after that soccer game?” the lilac streak haired man reminisced.

“You n’ Tanaka had that contest to see who’d get brain freeze first…”

“Idiot ended up losing his own challenge two bites in.”

They both lightly laughed at the memory while taking another bite of their dessert. With both their stomachs full of food, Mitsuya paid for the meal and the two left the restaurant. The humid evening breeze blew past, warming their cold flesh from what they ate.

The two walked toward the train station, with the bottoms of their shoes hitting the gravel of the pavement filling in the chasm of silence. This can’t keep going, Mitsuya thought to himself and mustered up the courage.

“(Y/N)… Why did you leave without a word?” he finally asked, desperate for an answer. Her steps came to a halt and slowly turned to him; this was the first time in a very long time they looked at each other directly like this; his lavender eyes reflected hurt and melancholy.

“What else was there to say?” she casually shrugged, wearing a pensive expression. “We went for weeks not talking to each other and the thing with Eri-san…”

“We didn’t do anything,” he explained. “It was—”

“Just work?” she cut in with a biting tone with an arched brow and scoffed. “Didn’t look like that to me.” She looked to the ground and shuffled her feet. “Both of us used that as an excuse to avoid each other. That’s how we got to where we are now. We’re both at fault here.”

“You have every right to feel the way you do,” he confessed. “All I ask is for a chance to explain myself what happened that night.”

“For what?” she huffed with a look of disappointment at him. “Your ease of conscience? Your ego?” she paused for a beat to give him a chance to answer, only to be met with stark silence. “Mitsuya Takashi, you’ve grown to be such a shitty adult.”

Just as she started walking again, he called, “(Y/N), wait!”

“That’s all I did, Mitsuya. Wait,” she snapped with a strained, hushed voice when she turned to face him again with tears pricking her eyes. “I waited for you. When have you ever did that for me during the span of our relationship? What I saw that night was basically you saying you wanted to break up, so I made it easier for you.”

“Easier? You think you leaving made things easier for me?!” he retorted with his anger boiling inside.

“It made it easier for you to date her right after,” her icy tone cut into him like a well maintained sword.

“How did you—”

“I saw you kissing her when I passed by the shop a few weeks after I Ieft…” she replied in a barely audible whisper. “Clearly… your feelings for me’s ran its course,” she muttered to herself and sniffled before turning on her heels to leave. He stood stationary in the street, unable to say anything back as he watched her figure shrink from his field of view.

It’d been two days since he last saw (Y/N) and their conversation ended terribly. He wanted to reach out to amend things, but didn’t have a way to contact her. He could’ve called her agency, but that may brew more unnecessary questions on her end from her boss and coworkers. The only possible avenue for him to understand her thoughts and feelings right now was to go to the past.

With a few days open in his schedule after finalizing the details of his debut show, Mitsuya decided to go see “Wander” before it ended. And by some kind of alignment of the stars and planets, he managed to get a ticket for the last day. Under the overcast drizzling sky, the budding designer found himself at the main entrance of the gallery, umbrella in tow.

Steadying his breath, he entered the building and presented his ticket to the usher to gain entrance and put his umbrella in a provided plastic bag so droplets wouldn’t puddle all around the exhibit. Remembering what Draken and Chifuyu told him, he was on the look out for this secret message his ex-girlfriend supposedly left him.

Passing by the introduction synopsis of what the exhibition was about, he came across the first photo blown up in a large black and white canvas shot of her arm extended on top of a bed in a room with no personal effects; a caption adhered to the white wall beside it read, “This bed feels like a morgue.”

Mitsuya moved onto the next set of framed photos, all of which were in black and white. One was a random street in Shibuya nearby the main crossing area with the caption, “The brilliant colours I used to see are gone. Is there something wrong with my eyes?” He recognized the street in the next shot: it was where he took her for their first date. The ramen shop they went to then was now a Chinese restaurant serving gyoza. The text below read, “Everywhere I go, all I see is you.”

He stood for a moment, trying to timestamp when these photos were taken. This must’ve been a few weeks after she left him, he thought to himself. Where was she living then? Did she reach out to anyone? Thinking these useless questions now were no good for him now. As painful as it was to be here, he could only imagine how she felt when she took these and put her side of the story together.

He pressed on and caught the shot of a shattered mug with droplets of water around it.

“The birthday present you got me broke today.”

He remembered that mug: it was a matching set they bought at Daiso when they moved in together. Since their funds were all tied up with the rent deposit and things they needed for the place, budget was super tight. He asked her to pick something and chose those mugs for them; she didn’t care they were cheap. (Y/N) was happier knowing it’d be something they’d use together. He remembered two months after she left, his arm accidentally knocked his from the kitchen counter from reaching for something and broke the moment it hit the floor.

A dull pain stung his chest as he stared at the damaged porcelain with sorrow before dragging himself away. Wiping some stray tears away from his eyes, he sniffled and came face to face with the shot of an obscured gravestone with a bouquet of fresh flowers and lit incense in the next photo.

She went to visit Emma-chan?

The text read, “What would my friend do?” He recalled Mikey’s sister was always good with love advice and swallowed the weighty lump in his throat. If Emma was still alive, she and Draken would definitely have been married with a kid or two by now. Mitsuya looked down at his feet and squeezed his eyes close, trying his best to control his emotions. How did his best friend feel when he saw this?

The next shot was blown up as the same canvas size as the first one; it depicted a boarding area at Narita airport with her bag beside her with faded colors.

“Trying to save what’s left of me.”

“That explains why I couldn’t reach her any more when I tried calling.”

Mitsuya then came across an area with bean bags and cushioned seats with boxes of tissues at the ready for use. A black placard to his right read, “Sit with your feelings,” with an explanation of the space below the header. It was basically a safe space for people to take a breather and decide whether or not they want to continue on. Taking the heavy subject matter in mind, (Y/N) decided it’d be best to designate areas like this to sit and absorb what they saw since some things may trigger visitors. Inwardly thanking her for this, he reset himself before continuing on to the second part.

He entered to see a collage of clashing colours to the point of overwhelming his senses. Glancing at a few of them, it looked like she was in Los Angeles. As he looked around, one specific 24x36 framed shot caught his eye. Trails of light swirled around the dimly lit hotel room she was in; her arm dyed a warm yellow over off white sheets. At a glance, the shot was nauseating; he had to blink a few times to adjust his eyes to the extreme contrast. The caption read, “I tried to numb the pain. Worst trip ever. Don’t think I’ll be doing this again.”

The one next to it was sunset shot from a beach littered with people on the horizon.

“Went to the beach for the first time in forever. It was calming. A few people came by and started talking to me. It was weird, but comforting. When I asked them about how to heal a broken heart, they gave the most interesting answers.

The one that stood out to me the most was from a teenage boy. He said, 'A broken heart never fully heals; it just scars. that's proof you were able to give yourself to someone selflessly, not caring about what you have to endure. That scar is your resolve to love again.'

Love again... Is that even possible?”

They were each other’s first loves. First everything.

While she was trying to deal with this heartache, he was already dating someone else to numb the pain of her leaving him. He felt like absolute shit and heavily sighed before moving to the next photo of a European style cafe with the tip of the Eiffel Tower peeking behind one of the buildings.

“I’m going ahead first.”

It’s Mitsuya’s dream to travel to France once he became a well-known designer and suddenly had a pang of envy settle in his stomach. His gaze traveled to the next shot of a lower half of a female’s face, his eyes widened with surprise.

“Yuzuha met her?”

If memory served him right, she was with Hakkai for a job in Paris for the first time and then they had to go to Germany and England after. Was it possible (Y/N) told Yuzuha not to say anything? Actually, that’s 100% possible, he thought to himself and rubbed his temple.

“When did I get this conceited?” he grimaced to himself and moved to the next photo, which was an off focus one of her arm once again in a different hotel room with scattered personal items. A bottle of water and some medicine by the night stand; it was in black and white.

“Hungover. Second worst feeling ever.”

Mitsuya stifled a laugh and covered his mouth tightly so other patrons wouldn’t hear. He suddenly remembered back when they were 22, they both stumbled home drunk at 2am during Hanami with the former Toman captains and vice captains plus Hina. She woke up the next day with a roaring hangover and cursed Pah-chin’s full name for pouring that extra glass of Otokoyama sake for her while she emptied her stomach offerings to the porcelain gods. They both took the next two days off from work to recover and all they did was laze around in bed cuddling and catching up on movies they wanted to watch together.

Regaining his composure, he came across a wide canvas of a wild lavender field with the midday sun behind it. The heavy feelings of guilt and regret he felt weighing on his heart were washed away for a moment from the glowing warmth of the image.

"The way I am now is enough. -Provence, France"

He continued through the rest of the exhibit, with a shot of her feet buried in sand by the water on a quiet beach in Corsica, a hidden restaurant somewhere in Italy, the daily lives of people in Malaysia, Philippines and Hong Kong mixed in with wildlife and nature shots. Slowly approaching the last photo, Mitsuya finally saw her. The plaque description wrote it was taken in Sendai.

It was a self-portrait with her camera blocking half of her face sitting on a cushioned loveseat in black and white. Her gaze was a mix of deep loneliness, humility and hope. The final caption on the wall read:

I've traveled near and far, trying to piece this jagged glass heart back little by little.

To those going through your own battles, you're not alone. Look inward and let your feelings run its course like the blood in your veins. Lean on people to pull you out of a seemingly endless tunnel of despair.

And to you who may see this, there's no one in this life I love more than you.

If I could do it all over again, I'd still choose you. I will always choose you. All I want is for you to be happy, even if I'm not in your life anymore.

Tears streamed freely down his pale cheeks, his heart succumbing to grief. Making his way to sit down in the designated areas, he hastily grabbed a few tissues from the stand and wiped his face.

She still loves him. Even after all this time.

The upper half of his body arched down and covered his eyes with the now crumpled tissue, silently sobbing into it. He realized what she said the other night was right: he only wanted to explain himself for his own self-satisfaction.

It was never about her. It was so he’d feel less guilty for emotionally cheating on her.

Every photo he saw and caption he read was the real her; there was no lie or fluffed up words.

In the end, it was his gentle lies and radio silence that broke her heart and what they had.

What could he right now to honour these feelings she’s laid bare for all to see?

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[finelinevogue]

What if a security guard wouldn’t let you back in the arena if you went out to get something. And they didn’t believe that you were harrys gf and just thought you were a crazy fan

oooh it’s been done before but here’s my version!! ;

You were running late.

It was already 7pm and you were only getting out of your car in the car park. Harry was due to be on stage in an hour and you hadn’t even seen him yet. The traffic around Dallas today has been awful. Chocker block. You’d been with Harry all day, up until 3 hours ago when he had to leave the hotel to come to the stadium for rehearsals. Normally you’d go with him, but you were so tired that you wanted a little nap before coming. The problem here was you overslept.

There were no Ubers available and a taxi would be far too expensive at this time, so you drive in Harrys car instead. You’d been following Harry on tour in his car, so when you get to different destinations you can go out on ball day trips if you want to without the obscenity of a huge tour bus or paying for Ubers everywhere. It was the main reason you were so tired though, travelling across country and into different time zones. It would be so much easier if this was the UK.

You grabbed your purse and your jacket, locking the car as you got out and started running for the backstage entrance. It was easy to make it there and you noticed security guards already standing there.

“Hi!” You smiled, slightly short of breathe. You were about to move past them when one of them shoved your shoulder back, making you stumble back unbalanced. “Wha—”

“ID and backstage pass to get through here.” One of them said, looking you up and down as if you were nothing.

If anything, you were quite shocked on how they just treated and continued to treat you. Normally, Harry would show a picture of you to these backstage security guards to make sure you’d be able to get in no problem, but it seemed like today Harry might’ve forgotten to show that photo. This was going to be a problem for you, because you’d forgotten to bring your backstage pass.

“I normally just go through? I’m Harry’s girlfriend.” You tried talking your way around the situation, not appreciating behind held up so close to show-time.

“Oh you’re Harry’s girlfriend? You must be the 7th one we’ve met tonight.” The security guy laughed and so did his friend, making your blood boil with how annoying they were being. Harry would be so pissed if he heard the way they were treating you.

“No but I actually am.”

“Then, ID and backstage passes.” One of then held out his hand whilst the other crossed his arms over his chest to make him look intimidating. Dickheads.

“I have ID just not the backstage passes.” You answered honestly, holding out your ID for them to check. They collected it and asked you questions on it, you answering them all perfectly.

“Well you definitely know you, but you have no proof you’re supposed to be where you claim to be.” They handed you back your ID and you huffed in stress.

“Well what can I show you? Photos of me and Harry together? Text messages?” You waved your arms around, getting really pissed off that this was actually happening. You’d probably miss Jenny’s whole set because of this and then 15 minutes before show-time Harry gets transported under the stage. So you only really would have half and hour with him, and that’s just not enough time. You wanted a safe and warm hug off him. You wanted a kiss. You just wanted him.

“Everyone knows they can be photoshopped.” One of the guys scoffs at your notion.

“Listen. You either show us your backstage pass or we’ll escort you off site.” The other one says a lot more firmer this time. It made you quite anxious for what you’d do if they did that - or maybe when they did that.

“Well I don’t have the backstage passes.” You sighed, rolling your eyes at the way this was going to end.

“Then let’s go.” One of them pointed to where you came from and to the car park, stepping forwards as he did so.

“I’m not leaving until you let me through those doors. My boyfriend is waiting for me.” You answered, taking a step back in stress of what they might do.

“Harry ain’t your boyfriend. Now let’s go!” They stepped forwards again and reached for you.

You swung your bag at one of them, hitting him in his side and he grunted because of the impact of your water bottle with his chest. The other one grabbed your arm and you couldn’t shake him, since you were not trained in any way for situations like this at all. His fingers dig into your skin and it made you scream out a cry, trying to kick him in any way to escape. The other one recovered ever ordered the guy holding you to escort you away whilst he stayed and guarded the door. The one holding you tugged your arms behind your body and held them tight there, it really fucking hurting. He didn’t care though and continued to walk you, asking you where your car was so he could get you out of here.

Once you reached your car he let you go and you wrapped your arms around you as he walked away again, not verbally saying anything but his eyes saying enough. Stay away. You shakily got your keys out of your bags and unlocked your door, climbing in and just sitting there. You could feel your hands really shaky and achy. Looking down with tear clouded eyes, you saw the red marks over your arms and slight bruising already. Your arms and shoulders hurt from being bent in an uncomfortable position.

You cared less about the pain though and how much of a disappointment of a girlfriend you were going to be to Harry. He was going to think either the worst for you or the worst of you. You reached in your bag on your lap for your phone, throwing your bag on the seat next to you afterwards. You wiped your eyes with the sleeve of your t-shirt and unlocked your phone to text messages, sending Harry a quick text.

To Harry: Are you free to call? x

No response. You sat there for a few minutes in silence, still shook up and teary. That had been a really awful situation to be in and you hated that you were nowhere near Harry to fix it. Your phone vibrated 3 minutes later, finding a text message from Harry. You sighed and felt safe when you saw his icon light up your notifications, knowing he was in contact with you.

From Harry: Of course, you okay? xx

You didn’t open your phone because you didn’t know how to respond. How do you tell him you’re not okay, only 20 minutes before he’s meant to be ready to go on stage? You didn’t want to worry him, but you also didn’t want him thinking you were a terrible girlfriend either.

Another vibration.

From Harry: Lovie? xx

Your eyes watered at that simple word, meaning so much more to you than five letters. It made you feel so much comfort, you only wished you could get that hug and a kiss now.

Again.

From Harry: Love, you’re worrying me now.

From Harry: Let me face-time you, hang on.

His icon lit up the screen; Incoming…

You shakily accepted, wiping your eyes quickly before. When he answered you could tell he was still in his dressing room, sat on the sofa that you wish you were also sat on with him. He looked so beautiful. His hair was perfectly styled and he was wearing a pearl coloured silk shirt and you knew he was wearing white silk pants to co-ordinate. You thought he looked ethereal. A glowing beacon of hope and beauty.

He didn’t say anything to you at first and you nothing to him. He just looked at you and instantly knew something bad was up. He kept eye contact with you and it was as if he was having a telepathic conversation with you, understanding that you needed him and just him.

“Hey, Mitch man?” Harry asked, turning his head to somewhere else in the room. “Could y’just give me a minute. Please.”

“Sure, sure.” Mitch answered and all you could hear was the sound of shuffling and the door shut. As soon as he was gone you started crying all over again. You cupped your hand over your eyes and your body shook as you just cried. Harrys heart broke that you were alone and he couldn’t hug you close to his chest.

“Y/N, baby. Look at me.” He asked urgently and you just shook your head, embarrassed that this was happening to you. “You’ll be alright lovie, I promise. Just look at me, beautiful.” You moved your hand away from your face and wiped your eyes and nose to try and make you look slightly better - not that it helped. “There’s my pretty girl.”

You smiled. He smiled.

“I-i’m so-rry H.” You whispered, sniffling in between words because of how shaky you felt.

“Hey, no. None of that. It’ll be okay.” He reassured you, keeping eye contact with you to try and decipher what was wrong. “Where are you, lovie? You’re in the car, yeah?” Harry asked, recognising your surroundings but you could get anywhere. You could have been in an accident for all he knew, but he was remaining calm so he didn’t send you into a panic.

“Yeah. In the stadium car park.” You saw Harrys eyes momentarily light up at that, before he remembered that you weren’t okay.

“Okay. Tell me why you’re upset, love. Help me understand.” He sounded urgent, just wanting to know so he could help you out. He wanted you to be okay. He wanted you with him.

“The security guards wouldn’t let me in, backstage I mean. I didn’t have my backstage pass. But..” You choked on a sob and Harry told you to just breathe. You were okay. “One of them g-grabbed me and escorted m-me of sight.”

“Baby, are you hurt? Is that why you’re upset?” Harry asked, standing up now in panic. His face looked angry, but you could tell he was trying his best to be a comfort for you. “Y/N?”

“Y-yes. Yes Harry, yes.” You voice wobbled out and you let out an exasperated sob. “I’m s-sor—”

“No don’t you dare. Don’t apologise for this. Not ever. You understand me?” He made very clear he wasn’t messing around.

“Yes.” You nodded.

“Alright. Now, you gotta be strong for me okay?” He asked, before asking, still checking that you were okay. He knew you would be though, because you were his bravest girl ever - stronger than you knew.

“Okay.”

“You’re going to make your way back to the backstage entrance, alright? I am going to be there, before you get there. Those security guards won’t be there I promise. You’ll be okay. Can you do that for me?” He asked, moving around the room and then out of the door. He was walking down the corridors, ignoring the people shouting his name. He was only focused on you.

“Yes. Okay.” You nodded, wiping under your nose again.

“I love you.” He kissed the camera of his phone, looking like he was kissing you instead.

You returned the gesture, kissing him virtually back. “I love you.”

He told you that it’d be alright and then ended the call, explaining how you didn’t need to hear him get angry when he found these security guards. They would be fired even if they weren’t on his tour crew, he’d make sure of it. You made your way back to the backstage entrance again, slowing down before you rounded the corner. Taking a deep breathe you walked around and were met with exactly what Harry promised; him.

You smiled and broke out into a run to get to him, your bag weighing on your shoulder. Once you reached him your bag was thrown on the floor in front of him and you jumped into his arms. He lifted you up to sit you around his waist, keeping his arms tight around your waist and squeezing the biggest hug out of you. Your arms tightened around your boyfriends neck and you buried your face into his neck, and god he smelt like everything homely and sweet. He felt just like home.

“See, you’re alright now lovie.” He assured you, kissing your cheek that wasn’t quite buried into his neck.

“Th-ank you.” You muttered, kissing his neck in appreciation which made him hum in delight. He tasted so hot and lush. He was insatiable. You then felt him start kissing your arms, where the harsh red and purple marks were.

“Sorry y’had to go through this.” He kept kissing your arms, until you moved your head up and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“If I can’t say sorry, then neither can you.” You shook your head, kissing his nose softly. You watched his eyes flutter close and felt so special that only you could do that to him.

“You’re so amazing Y/N. Truly.”

“You’re pretty special too, my love.”

He didn’t need to hear anything else from you, those words were enough, so he pressed his lips to yours softly, filling you with the love you’d been waiting to feel all day. You smiled into the kiss and he just felt so amazing. He was so soft and gentle with you - as smooth as the silk that dressed his body. He was so pretty to watch melt away under your spell and delicious tasting. Strawberries, was that?

He was everywhere. He was everything. He always would be.

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[shurisneakers]

harmless (ix)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, sex jokes, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, anxiety

Word count: 3.9k

A/N: a lot of requests came in last week, so cool and thank you for sending them in!! i’ll try my best to write them if they weren’t originally what i had planned for this series bc they’re so cute kfjdghdf. also hey shoutout to @i-reblog-fics-i-like​ for suggesting the backstory thing! 

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Somehow it bypasses Bucky’s spam folder and is in his primary email. SHIELD tech is too advanced to let fake mails like this reach him and this doesn’t make sense. Unless it was one of the stupid dating websites he signed up for.

Leaving aside the obvious typo in the subject, he clicks on it, hoping it doesn’t unleash a virus onto his computer. 

He’s instead greeted with a poorly Photoshopped picture of you at a bar with a martini in your hand. He doesn’t have to look too hard to see that the martini is, in fact, an emoji. Off to a terrible start already. 

Right beside it is an even worse image, an imitation of an early Internet chat box.

Harbinger of Doom just sent you a message! 

Come to the empty lot near lair. Bring goggles. 😩💦

Decline/Accept

He wants to strangle you. 

______

“Why did you curse my eyes so early in the morning?” He spots you at the top of the lair, speaking loudly so that it hopefully reached you. 

“What?” you yell back down instead. “If you’re saying something, I can’t hear you.”

He rolls his eyes. He pulls his phone from his pocket and presses on your contact. 

He watches the look of confusion morph into one of slight surprise when you reach into your pocket and pull out your call.

“Don’t ever send an image like that to me again,” he says directly.

“If that one image is too much for you, how will we ever make our sex tape?”

His mouth opens and shuts like goddamn fish.

He can hear your laughter even without the phone.

“First of all- stop laughing- first of all, a sex tape is never going to happen. Second of all, I have a debriefing to go to, we need to make this quick.”

He holds up a finger when he sees you begin to say something. By the look of trouble painted all over your face, he knows it’s going to be a dumb innuendo. 

“Thirdly, why are you standing there?”

“I watched The Last Airbender,” you say once your cackling dies down.

“I like that show.” He did. Peter sometimes watched it when he came over and Bucky more often than not joined in.

“I know, you told me.”

Oh. 

“Okay, what now?” 

“Put your goggles on.” You take one step towards the ledge. 

“What are you doing?” The goggles don’t do anything to shield him from the sun, considering that they’re not tinted. Maybe he could invest in those.

You send him a smile, taking a step further. His walk towards the building turns into a jog, then a sprint when you’re basically standing on the edge.

You spread your arms out like Jesus Christ himself before flinging yourself off the building. His stomach drops.

His phone falls to the ground, discarded to the side as he sprints to break your landing. 

It never comes. 

Instead, a gust of wind smacks him in the face, forcing him a few steps backwards. 

“I am now an air bender.” your eyes shone. “Kind of.”

Just like that, the show was ruined.

He wipes the dust on from his glasses that he now understands why you made him wear. Considerate, for a person who nearly just gave him a heart attack. 

“Why.” It’s not even a question, just a statement. 

“You know how the Tower has a giant ‘A’ on the side?” 

He stares at you. 

“I‘m gonna spray paint ‘asshole’ on the side of it.”

Pepper would not like that. 

“That’s not even evil.”

“Yeah, but it’d annoy your super friends,” You do a flip midair, testing out the repulsors that were tied around your palms, “and I’m the voice of the people.”

You’re too high for him to reach. He doesn’t have his tools, or anything useful on him considering that he never had to use them before. He couldn’t even launch himself at you from the side of the building because you’d just move out of the way. He could jump really high but it would just have the same consequence.

He could talk and keep you distracted but that worked once, it wouldn’t again. At least not for long. 

Fuck, he really had only one option. 

He leaves you to do your somersaults and turns, walking over to where he dropped his phone. It’s an upgrade from the brick he was using a while ago, but not a high end Stark model. A smartphone, but barely.

He sighs, punching in the number and holding it up to his ear.

“Who are you calling?” you yell from above him. 

“Go back to your shitty aerobics,” he yells back.

You pause for a second. “Was that a fucking pun, James Bar-”

The dial tone ends when someone picks up. He diverts his attention back to the call.

“Hey man, I-

“No.”

“You didn’t even let me finish.”

“It’s probably something stupid,” Sam doesn’t even sound annoyed, just uninterested.

“I need your wings.”

“I was right. Bye.”

It was a long shot anyway.

“Fuckin’ hold on a second.” He sees you disintegrate a concrete block by having it drop from the air. “You come here and fix this, then. She’s air bending now.”

“...like Avatar?” Sam unsurprisingly got the reference. 

Peter’s interests were usually shared by everyone in the Tower, just because they had to compensate for the teasing he had to endure. It led to a lot of geeky documentaries and occasional musicals. Bucky wouldn’t be caught dead humming songs from Thoroughly Modern Millie under his breath. 

“Yeah.”

“You want me to come and fight your girlfriend,” he says slowly. 

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Bucky urges, “and yes, I need help. Can’t exactly reach her when she’s twenty feet above me.”

“We have a briefing in 30 minutes. Why did you even go there today?”

He doesn’t know how to answer that. Just looks up at you smacking one of the repulsors against your thigh when it sputters for a second. It’s tradition. 

“Well?” Bucky ignores his question.

“Fine,” Sam’s voice is distant for a second as he agrees. “Clint’s asking if he can come too.”

“Fuck no.” One of them was more than enough and Sam was way better at negotiation. 

He hears a faint profanity from who he assumed was Clint before the call cuts.

He takes a seat on the ground and waits.

“You’re not going to make any effort to stop me?” You have your arms pressed to your side, palms pointed downwards to keep you afloat.

 “I could just throw things at you again.” He makes a mention towards the small pebbles.

“I will fuck you up if you even try,” you warn. He lifts his arms in surrender. “So that’s it. You’re just going to sit there.”

“To be honest, I couldn’t care less if you painted the building,” he says with the least amount of interest he could muster, not that that was very hard.

“Do you not like your team?” 

“I do.” He isn’t lying. “But they’re little shits.”

“I can draw a couple of dicks on their window, no problem,” you say offhandedly.

He looks up at you through his fingers. “That won’t be required.”

Although it was appreciated. 

“Cool, so then I’m gonna go.” You make a mention of the utility belt on your waist. He looks at the many spray cans that decorate it. 

“What colour are you going with?” he interrupts quickly. Fuckin’ Sam. What was the point of wings if he couldn’t get here in 2 minutes?

“Red, probably.” You look down. “I got purple and white just in case.”

“Building’s dark, red is good.”

“You really don’t care, do you?” You lower yourself down to the ground, a few feet ahead of him. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” For fucks’ sake, Sam. “You really don’t like superheroes, do you?”

“I don’t have anything against them.”

“Then why do you do this every week?”

This was wading into personal territory and he did not like it. 

“Well.” Your eyebrows knit together. “Because I want to. It’s fun.”

“No other reason?”

“Do I need to have another reason?” You push your palm downwards, sending you back up into the air. “Can’t I just be evil because I want to?”

“Sure,” he says. He’s heard worse reasons. “Why not?”

“Besides, if you think I don’t like superheroes then you should meet Jake.”

“Who’s Jake?” He hadn’t ever heard you mention him before because he’d remember if you had.

“My roommate.” 

“I didn’t see him when I came over.”

“That’s because we’re not conjoined at the hip.” It takes you a second to stabilise. “Besides, he grabbed the water while I got the bracelet but he refused to come say hi.”

Bucky looked down at his wrist. It was still there. He found himself fidgeting with it more often than not.

“He hates superheroes?”

“He has a valid reason.” Your eyes widen in worry when your head suddenly dips. 

“What is it?” He knows the height at which you’re at isn’t very dangerous but if need be, he’s close by. 

“Come find out.” Your eyes shone mischievously. “But yeah, no reason for me to be evil.”

“Not even a tragic backstory?” 

“None. But if you want it, I can give you one, Barnes.” You test the waters, seeing how long you can lie horizontally. “Can’t promise you’ll like it though.”

“Try me.” He has time to kill. He’s a good listener.

“Well, it all started with my family- a troop of gorillas.” You flip over to lie on your back. “They practically raised me, they did. Until my gorilla mother died and I was all but consumed by grief and-”

“Your mother was a gorilla?” He entertains the notion. 

“Or was it my father?” you ask thoughtfully. “I don’t know, I don’t remember. Anyway, I met a-”

“Just to clarify, none of this is real, right?” he interjects. 

You stare at him. He stares at you.

“Bucky, that’s the plot of Tarzan,” you say slowly, “or at least whatever I remember of it... which I’m beginning to realise isn’t much.”

“Just clarifying.” He leans back again.

“Anyway so then when my mother, the deer-”

“Gorilla.”

“Whatever. Was killed, I escaped to some place-”

“Where?”

“Somewhere. And I stayed with these seven men-”

“Why seven?” He actually remembers watching this movie with his sister when it came out. An early memory, a bit faded. He remembers how long he saved up for the ticket.

“Because character development. And then I realised the reason my life was so weird was because there was a rat controlling me by pulling on my hair-”

“What the fuc-”

“If you ask any more questions, I’m going to stop.”

Bucky blinks at you. “So that’s your backstory.” 

“Raw and uncut, baby.”

“Just to get this straight, your mother, the gorilla deer-”

“Witch.”

“Huh?”

“She was a witch who stole my hair.”

“Wha-”

He’s interrupted by the giant shadow cast by something that flies overhead. 

Fucking finally. 

He doesn’t even have to look up. Sam does a small glide to the ground, landing gracefully beside him.

Bucky finds you speechless but straightened up from your earlier posture.

“Buck,” Sam greets him.

“Sam,” he says in return, getting up from his place. 

A grin spreads across your face. “Mr. Sam Wilson. No way.”

“You’re Y/N, I’m assuming?” Sam offers, posture relaxed. He clearly wasn’t here to fight. 

“The one and only.” You tear your eyes away from Sam to glare at Bucky. “Barnes, if you had told me we were expecting guests, I would have dressed better.”

Bucky furrows his eyebrows in suspicion at you. You’d dress up for Sam. 

You dressed up like a suburban tourist dad for him. He was feeling the offence incoming. 

“Can’t count on him to be useful in any situation.” Alright, he did not call Sam just to have the both of you team up against him. 

“Normally I’d agree with you but he did just invite you here, so...” you trail off, looking at Sam expectantly. 

What the shit.

Sam smirks. Bucky switches rapidly back and forth between the both of you.

“I see why Buck keeps coming back every week.” It doesn’t take long for him to catch on, enlisting a feeling of triumph from you. 

“I can’t see why he doesn’t just stay at home everyday if this is the view.” You gesture to him.

This is not what Bucky wanted.

“Okay,” Bucky interrupts, “what is going on here?”

“Pure chemistry, I’d say.” You’re half tempted to bite your lip to seal the deal.

“I agree.” Sam just nods, completely and utterly serious. 

You think that you’ll give him a gift basket just for playing along despite meeting you for the first time at that moment. 

“Get a room.” Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Maybe we will.” You tap your finger against your lip in thought. “How do you feel about Indian food, Sam?”

“Very positively.” 

Bucky grits his teeth. “If you’re not planning to spray paint the Tower, can you just hand over the repulsers so we can go home for the day?”

You let out a small tsk in disapproval. “See what I have to deal with?”

“Can’t imagine how you do it every weekend,” Sam says dryly, not wasting a second in replying. 

“Hello?” Bucky waves his arm around. “She’s the villain here.”

“Your face is the villain here.” You tear your eyes away from Sam only to glare at him. “He won’t even wear a cape. Why am I the only one who brings their A-Game every week?”

“Sam just get the damn-”

“You should wear a cape, man.” Bucky’s absolutely sure that even Sam knows it’s a ridiculous idea.

“I’m not wearing a fuckin’ cape,” he grumbles. 

“What are your thoughts on swords, then?” Your finger finds a place under your chin in deep contemplation. “You’d look great with a sword.”

Bucky buries his face in his palms. “Sam, for the love of God.” 

“Okay, alright.” Sam finally gives in with a small chuckle. He runs a few steps to get a small head start before launching himself into the air, whizzing past your levitating figure. He does a neat little flip midair before matching your height.

Showoff.

“How difficult are you gonna make this, Wilson?” you ask, a smirk on your face.

“Jesus Christ.” Bucky exhales, looking at the both of you through his goggles. 

“What’s your play here?” Sam calls out loudly.

“Was gonna spray paint ‘asshole’ on the side of the Tower.”

“After the ‘A’?”

“After the ‘A’,” you confirm. 

“Now that’s too small,” Sam tutted. “You gotta think bigger. Paint the whole Tower.” 

“Sam!” Bucky looks horrified. 

“Hmm.” You look like you’re considering it. “Don’t have enough paint for that though.”

“You’re an evil genius, right?” Sam casts a small glance at Bucky. “At least that’s what he tells me.”

“You talk about me?” You grin at the disgruntled man on the ground. 

“I don’t,” he mutters, shaking his head. A lie.

“Yeah, so build something,” Sam points out. “Get some more paint. I’ll even tell you the best vantage points to spill it.”

“No, he won’t,” Bucky shouts from below. 

“He’s just cranky because he didn’t get his prune juice this morning, ignore him,” Sam dismisses him.

Prune juice? He was a young 100, not ancient. 

“What’s your favourite colour, Falcon?”

“I like red.”

As annoyed as Bucky is right now, he stores that away in his memory for later. He also knows Sam loves seafood and a good pair of shoes. 

“A couple of gallons of red paint it is, then.” You lower yourself to the ground, Sam slowly follows suit until he lands beside Bucky.

“You know we can’t let you go without taking those, right?” Bucky tilts his head towards your invention.

You narrow your eyes at him. He doesn’t budge.

“I’ll tell ya what,” Sam pipes in instead. “I’ll keep them until you finish getting the paint and once you’re done, we’ll make an evening out of vandalising the Tower.” 

Bucky may not enjoy his company all that much but he admires Sam’s diplomacy. Of course, you would never make it this easy while reasoning with him.

“That a promise, Mr. Wilson?” You raise your eyebrow at him questioningly but are already in the process of removing the things from your hand. 

“Wouldn’t ever lie to you, doll.” He holds up his hand in a mock swear.

You walk towards Bucky and him, rotating your wrists to get rid of the soreness. “Bold claim for a man who met me ten minutes ago.”

“Feels like it’s been longer.” He sends you a wink and you can’t stop the laugh the escapes from you finally. 

Bucky holds his hand out for the gadgets. You shrink away from him with a click of your tongue.

“Technically, he takes this round.” You send a nod towards Sam, dropping off the repulsors into his hand. “So he gets it.”

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“You gonna keep ‘em safe?” you ask Sam, this time a little more earnestly. 

“Guard it with my life,” he says seriously, pressing his lips together in a line to avoid smiling. 

“You’re both ridiculous,” Bucky cuts in.

“You’re going to be late.” Sam tucks the devices into his pocket safely. “You know how Steve gets when people walk in on his speeches. Do you even have a ride?”

“Got the motorcycle.” 

“See you there.” Sam nods. 

“Save me a place,” Bucky says to him.

“No.” He doesn’t even hesitate. “Y/N. It was a pleasure.”

“Still holding you to that evening, Sam.” You send him a smile.

“I’m countin’ on it.” He gives you a small three finger salute before taking off, leaving you staring after his retracting figure. 

When the dust settles, Bucky awkwardly clears his throat. “Right. So that was that.”

“Dude,” you let out an exhale. “he’s so hot.”

He murmurs something unintelligible. It vaguely sounds like a series of threats but mostly a list of complaints.

“Don’t you have a meeting to get to?” You turn your attention back to him.

“Yeah.”

“Aren’t you going to be late?” You glance at the clock on your phone.

“I’ll just tell them I was on a mission.” Well, sort of. “Besides, what are they gonna do? Kick me out?”

“Fair enough.” You shrug. “Have a safe ride back.”

From what he knows of you and Sam, the both of you were kidding around. But he could never be too sure. He can’t even ask if you were serious about the entire thing because it’s none of his business. 

Were the implications of having his mortal nemesis and other mortal nemesis date important enough to overrule that? 

“Are you planning to skip your meeting, or?” you ask when he remains freezes in his spot, eyes glazed over like he’s thinking about something. “Because if you are, I know this great Thai place-”

“Don’t do that again,” he says instead, shaking his head to jolt him out of his thoughts. 

“What?”

“Flinging yourself off roofs like that.”

“Why?” Because it scared the hell out of him, for one.

“Just don’t.”

“Oh please, like you’ve never done dangerous shit like that before.” You narrow your eyes at him, reading his face. “Are you telling me you care about me?”

“No.” His nose twitches. “Just don’t throw yourself off buildings when I’m around.”

“What about when you’re not?”

“As long as I’m not there to witness it.” He shrugs, spinning on his heel to leave. Technically he preferred if you didn’t do things like that at all. 

“Fine. I’ll just have my clone try out all the dangerous stuff for me.”

 He stops in his tracks. “You have a clone?”

“Well,” You squint, “no. But I’m working on it.”

He scoffs, shaking his head. “Bye Y/N.”

“You know, it sounds an awful lot like you’re saying we’re friends.” Your whole demeanour changes and he already knows what’s coming.

“I never said that,” he argues vehemently. “All I said was that I can’t have your murder on my hands.”

“Thus implying that we’re friends. In a fucked up, enemies kind of way.” You positively beam at him. “Aw, Barnes, that’s adorable.”

Adorable? Adorable?

“I hate you.”

“I love you, too, bestie,” you gush, dumb grin on your face. “I’ll make us friendship rings next time. What are your thoughts on matching tattoos?”

He wants to cry. 

______

By the time Sam walks into the meeting room, the session’s already begun. He shoots an apologetic look to a monologuing Steve before taking his place at the nearest chair available. 

Something sharp pokes his thigh. His wings are off and in the backpack beside him, but then he remembers your little inventions that were still in his pocket.

He tries not to make much of a noise while he pulls them out, giving them a look over to make sure they’re not broken.

“Watcha got there, Big Bird?” Tony asks lowly from beside him.

“Something that Barnes’ enemy made.” Sam holds it up slightly. 

“The one he’s been rendezvousing around town with every weekend?” 

“That’s her.” He’s about to put it in his backpack when Tony stops him.

“Pass that here for a second.” He recognises it immediately for what it is, interest piqued. 

Sam hands one of them over while he puts the other back in the bag. It’s a metallic circle, not bigger than Tony’s palm, with a thick leather strap to tie it around your palm.

“She made this?” 

“Why don’t you ask him?” Sam mentions towards Bucky who silently slips into the conference room, standing in the corner near the potted plant since there were no more chairs left.

“The balance has gotta be off on this thing,” he mutters to himself, wholly ignoring the brooding man standing in the corner like a Christmas tree.

“She seemed to be manoeuvring it fine,” Sam catches the eye of a lower ranking agent who makes the mistake of glaring at him for talking while the meeting was going on. A few seconds later the agent hastily looks away and doesn’t turn around for the rest of the hour. 

“Could be better.” He uses a much more intricate model for his suits, although this isn’t even half-bad for a homemade version. “Do you know how long she took to make this?”

“Buck says she comes up with a new one every week, so I’m guessing that long.” 

It had a few glitches but it was incredibly refined for a week’s worth of work.

“Interesting.” He gives it a quick overlook before handing it back to Sam who drops it into the bag.

He casts a swift glance at Bucky, noting how he wasn’t even paying attention to the meeting but rather to whatever he had tied around his metal wrist, fidgeting with it with his thumb. 

Tony has an idea. 

And that was generally bad news.

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[marycecilyy]

Hey could you do headcanons for the mcl guys (or if not all of them castiel, armin, and kentin) when their S/O is a famous singer? Thank you❤

Oh god this turned out so longer than I expected huahahushaushu

First of all, these are too long to be headcanons, all three of them have more than 1k words each. Also, I changed a bit the prompt. It's more like "Candy has the dream of becoming a famous singer". The rest you'll see... I'll only say that I'm very proud of this one ;)

Castiel, Armin and Kentin with a Candy that wishes to be a famous singer

Castiel

Castiel wasn’t one to be friendly to new students, but he knew you weren’t like any other when you came to him and asked if Winged Skull was one of his favorite bands too. He was shocked to know that there was another person at Sweet Amoris who enjoyed the same bands as him. Yes, bands (in plural). After he answered that, yes, Winged Skull was his favorite band of all times, you started talking about your common interests and discovered that there were many.

He was a very closed off guy, but somehow you managed to break into his skull in a short time and, in a few months, you turned into best friends.

When Debrah came back and that whole situation happened, your fight with Castiel had a lot of impact over you. In your head, you had just lost your best friend forever. Fortunately. Lysander not only helped you recover from the blow and gave you energy to gather your friends and expose Debrah, but also helped you admit to yourself that, you did have feelings for Castiel.

Once she was unmasked and ran away like a coward, things quickly came back to normal. In less than one week, you had restored your reputation, your friends apologized for misjudging you, Castiel and you were once again friends. The only difference was that you knew that you were in love with him.

You didn’t tell him about your feelings right away, you decided to keep your friendship and focus a bit on your lifelong goal: become a music star. You started learning how to sing properly and doubled the days of your guitar lessons. Castiel even helped you get into the music club (they were full when you got into Sweet Amoris, but he found a way to enroll you).

You knew that your chances of actually becoming famous were pretty low, the market was difficult and depended a lot on having the right contacts. That was why, while you tried putting your name out there, your plan was to get a degree in music as soon as you finished high school. Antheros Academy offered a good education and was close, it was your best option.

As you channeled your energies towards your goal, Castiel started to acknowledge his own sentiment towards you. He liked to watch your focused face as you tuned your guitar and your singing voice earned a sweet accent all of the sudden. He always considered you a special girl, but, to his surprise, feelings were starting to develop inside his closed off chest.

That was why, as soon as he won those concert tickets on a raffle, he knew he’d take you there as your first date. Luckily for him, you accepted right away. Castiel had a feeling that night would be something else.

And it really was, as he kissed you, without even thinking it through, when the vocalist sung what he knew was your favorite tune. When you kissed him back, he wrapped his hands over your waist and lifted you up, feeling your warm lips open up for him.

The months that followed were full of bliss. With you and Castiel officially dating, the school had a lot to talk about. Amber pestered you quite a bunch of times, but that didn’t mess with your relationship at all. Everything was perfect, as it was supposed to be.

But that didn’t last long. Right after you finished high school, your dad had to move to another town because of his job and you had no choice but to go too. You were sure that your relationship would survive the distance, after all, you were in love. This situation would be worked out.

Castiel came to your new house a couple of times and you two called frequently, but in the end distance started to grow between the both of you… and it hurt. Knowing that Castiel was sad made you miserable and you decided to break up before it became unbearable.

You lost your count of how many nights you cried thinking about him.

4 years later.

You were zipping your jeans up when you heard a knock on your dressing room’s door. Who could it be? Your parents had already congratulated you over the phone, there was no one supposed to come that night. Did your manager schedule a press interview for after the show?

You put on your shirt and told whoever was on the other side to wait. When you finally opened the door, your jaw almost fell. You couldn’t believe he was there.

He looked exactly like in the magazines, (a bit less photoshopped, but that was to expect. You went through that as well and it sucked). His hair was shoulder-length and he wore a black shirt that showed off the tattoos up to the middle of his arm. He wore some light makeup, most on his skin, which you deduced his manager made him put on. Castiel looked like you expected him to after all those years, but one thing about him surprised you.

His eyes, although more mature and serious, had the same brightness as before.

"Are ya going to keep staring like that?” He asked and you noticed you had just been looking at him for a solid minute.

“Sorry. Come in.” You said and made space for him to enter the room. For your luck, there was nothing private to be seen, you had the habit of leaving your clothes and personal belongings messy and only cleaning up the second you had to go.

Castiel cleared his throat. An awkward silence hung between you. You hadn’t been alone with each other ever since the breakup. You two were two of the biggest stars of nowadays rock music, but you barely had any opportunity to talk. Not that you haven’t tried, it was the opposite. You avoided contact. Your fans knew you had dated in high school (you used to have pictures on your personal instagrams and fans were quick to dig over old accounts to find information about their idols), so they never expected a feat or any kind of collab. Everyone knew that you weren’t on best terms.

You remembered just a couple of days ago, when you were interviewed for one of those talk shows. The host made a lot of personal questions about Castiel and even asked if you would get back with him if you had the chance. You tried to avoid answering, but the public instantly read your unconscious signs: yes, you would.

That was why, you assumed, he was there. To make things clear. After all, because of you yours and his fans started shipping you two and got you on twitter’s trending topics. He probably was pissed. There was also a possibility of him wanting to take advantage of the situation, maybe propose a fake relationship? No, that wasn’t like him. Or was it? You barely knew him anymore.

“So… you probably guessed why I’m here. I saw your interview” You were right, then. “And I want to make things clear.” Ouch. You should prepare for the blow. “Look, we both know time has passed and we’re not the same as before. You broke up to avoid more suffering, and I get that. I really do.”

Castiel crossed his arms and glared at you. You looked back at him with fear, fear of knowing what his next words would be. “But...?” You asked.

“Tsk.” He huffed. This would be more difficult than he thought. “Look, little girl…” You felt a shiver run through your spine at the sound of the old nickname he gave you. You had always loved it, even though you didn’t say it out loud. After what felt like hours, he continued. “I don’t want to be cheesy, that’s not like me. So I’ll just say that if what all of the fans are theorizing is true.... If you do want to try again....”

Castiel took your hand and you jumped in surprise. He turned your palm to him and grabbed a pen from his back pocket. He wrote down a phone number on your hand and let go of it, capped the pen and turned around to go.

"That's my personal number. It’s pretty useful if you wanna call me without having to schedule an appointment with my manager.” You managed to laugh. You knew exactly how these things were annoying.

Inside, you were bursting with excitement. However, you answered playfully “Hm…. I’ll think about it, mr. Rockstar” Castiel chuckled and excused himself, saying that his manager would get pissed at him if he took too long. You smiled.

Maybe it was not over, after all.

Armin

When you told Armin, very early on your friendship, that your dream was to become a famous singer, he got so excited for you. He already knew that you played the guitar and was good at singing, but he had no idea that you wanted to make this your career path.

You couldn’t have chosen a better partner. Being the tech nerd that Armin was, he helped you a lot in recording your covers with the best quality possible considering the amateur camera and microphone you had.

However, the times that his presence most comforted you was when you showed him your new songs. He was always eager to see your composing progress and gave you pure honesty in his feedback, keeping in mind that he was no expert but still wanted to help you.

You always asked him for a way to return his favors, but he always said that it was his duty as your best friend to support you and that it was more than enough having you to talk about all his geek interests.

As time passed, you started to notice that you liked him way more as a friend. Without an idea of what to do, you asked Rosa and Alexy for advice. They were your closest friends apart from your crush (and you couldn’t run to him in that situation, duh)

After a dozen pro tips and date ideas from them, you decided to take Armin to the movies (basic, you knew, but couldn’t go wrong).

When you asked him if he was available Saturday night, you didn’t say properly “Hey, we’re going on a date”. Actually, you didn’t mention the word “date” at all, hoping that he would read between the lines.

And he did, because as soon as you sat and the film started, Armin grabbed your hand that was resting in the armrest and entwined your fingers. You couldn’t pay attention to what was going on screen at all and your attention was completely drawn from the movie when the boy grabbed your chin and brought your lips to his.

You only stopped kissing when the lights went on and the credits started scrolling.

“Hey…” You asked as soon as you two left the place, holding hands with him. “What was the movie about again?”

Armin laughed out loud. He teased you about it a lot before you made him confess that he didn’t know either.

A few days later, it was him who asked you out. You kept going on dates for the next week, all of them simple but interesting at the same time. However, you two weren’t dating. The whole school knew there was something going on between you two by the chuckles and timid kisses when you thought nobody saw them, but you didn’t make things official… yet. But that was about to change.

It was friday and you invited Armin over to “study” (he was sure that the afternoon would be spent between videogames and kisses, but if you wanted to call it a study session, it was okay for him).

As he comfortably sat on your bed as if it were his own, you told him to wait as you brought him some juice. When you came back, he was already grabbing his nintendo switch from his bag.

“What makes you think that we’re here to game?” You teased, handing him the glass.

“Come on, Candy, we both know that none of us are interested in learning orbital hybridization…”

“Maybe I am. I really need a good grade on those tests.” You approached him and held his jaw up so your foreheads touched. With a trailed voice, you continued. “Unless you have something more interesting to do in mind...”

Armin opened up that playful smile of his. “Oh, I do, actually.” In a quick movement that caught you off guard, he threw you in bed and started pampering you with kisses all over your face. You couldn’t stop laughing from how his hands tickled your belly, but you managed to stop him. “W-Wait, Armin!”

He looked at you, confused. “What?”

As you caught your breath, you explained that there was something you wanted to show him first. You got off the bed and went to grab your guitar that was hung up on the free wall of your bedroom.

“Did you compose a new song?” Armin deducted as you sat in front of him again, this time with your guitar in hands.

“You’ll see.” You tuned your instrument under his curious gaze. When you felt satisfied with the sound, you looked back at him. Armin didn’t miss the blush that coloured your cheeks. “I know you’d never do it, but I have to ask even so: promise you won’t laugh.”

You started playing the first chords of the song you had finished composing just a few days before. Usually, you composed simple songs that anyone could identify with, songs about friendship, inspiration, changing the world. You never wrote about your personal feelings. The notes never made you cry.

This song was special, though, because it was about him.

The day it hit you that you had feelings for him, you had the idea of writing random verses that could one day fit into a new song. After your first date, you felt so overwhelmed that, looking at the words, you decided to turn them into a song. You didn’t think it would turn into something so personal and emotional. Every note, every word, everything was clearly about him, that dorky geek you had fallen in love with.

Falling deeper every time

I can’t help but think, oh my

I’m through, but I don’t mind

Would you trade you 2D girls

For this hopeless lover

That just wants your heart?

I’ll just say that he got the message very clearly and, as soon as you finished playing, he practically jumped on you, kissing your lips with such tenderness that you almost teared up.

Of course, he asked you to be his girlfriend XD

Kentin

The first time he heard about your dream, he was still little Ken. It was one of your first days at Sweet Amoris and you two were eating cookies in the staircase. You were ranting about how sad you were that the music club was already full and you couldn’t join. Ken asked you the reason why you were so upset.

“Well… There weren’t those kind of classes in our old school. Learning how to play an instrument and sing, even during extra classes would be so cool! If I went well, maybe I’d be able to convince my dad to pay me for some private classes and then I’d be one step closer to my dream!”

“Your dream?” Ken muttered.

“Yeah! I want to become a famous singer in the future! I know that it’s impossible and even kinda silly, but-”

“No, Candy! It’s not silly at all!” Ken said. Learning more about you made him happy and he didn’t want you to think for even a second that your dream was worthless. “You shouldn't be ashamed of dreaming big. You’ll have a long, difficult path to walk through, but when you get there - and you have my word on that - I’ll be cheering for you!”

“Ken... “ You flashed your best smile at him. It meant a lot to you to have his support, he was a kind person and a very good friend (he did cross a few limits with his adoration for you, but you weren’t bothered by it). You liked being around him a lot.

-x-

“Kentin!” You threw yourself in his arms and gave him a tender kiss. “Good morning.”

Your boyfriend chuckled and held your hand, walking with you through the hallway. You talked about how your weekend had been and, between light smiles and sweet kisses, you thought of how quickly things changed between you two.

When he came back from military school, a lot of things had changed in him, including his nickname. You were facing a new person and it had been a challenge discovering Kentin and building a new relationship with him.

Even though he was a different person from before, one thing didn’t change at all and you noticed it clearly: he still liked you. Obviously he was no longer that guy who professed his feelings to everyone and followed you everywhere, he had found new ways to show you his love. You enjoyed that more mature version of him, but wished he had the opportunity to grow into a man without all the trauma he went through. You knew that most of his growth had been through suffering, and that upset you.

You didn’t know when, but somewhere into your friendship you started to grow feelings for him too. After some coaxing from Rosa and Alexy, you managed to ask him out on an official date.

The whole school already knew that Kentin was head over heels for you, but everyone was shocked to know that you loved him back as your relationship became official.

“Hey, love.”

“What?” You asked your boyfriend back as soon as you got in front of your lockers. You started looking for your books, checking that day’s classes.

“I really liked that video you posted on youtube yesterday. I never heard that song before, did you compose it yourself?”

The book you held in your hand fell to the ground. “What video?” You whispered, eyes wide.

“What do you mean, babe? That video of you singing and playing the guitar. You uploaded it yesterday night. I saw right away, you know I have my notifications turned on to all your videos. I got surprised that you decided to finally show your face and sing something of your own and- Candy? Is everything okay?”

Kentin noticed your face and got worried for you. You looked absolutely terrified.

“That video… How did you see it? I posted it as private”

“No, you didn't. It was public.” Kentin was starting to understand why you were so surprised. He put one hand on your back as you blushed and hid your face on his chest in embarrassment.

“Oh god, I can’t believe I did that! I’m so stupid! The first time I record something like that, I accidentally post it for everyone to see! Dumb, dumb Candy! Dang, now everyone’s gonna know I’m bad!”

“First of all.” Your boyfriend frowned, bringing you close to him. “You’re not dumb, you just made a mistake. And it’s okay, probably just a few people saw it. Last time I checked was before I went to sleep and it only had 20 views. But why are you so upset, Candy? Didn’t you tell me a few days ago that you were finally ready to show your face along with the covers. Did something happen to change your mind?”

“Well, I was not ready to show right away, especially not in a video that I looked terrible in. And it’s not just that. It was my first original song. I never showed it to anyone, what if it sucks?”

Kentin held your chin up and looked you in the eyes. “Candy, it doesn’t suck and you look great in the video!” You closed your eyes and snuggled close to him. “But I understand your concerns. Luckily, that can be solved if you delete the video. You’ll have other opportunities to get famous, and with better videos.”

“Yeah, I can do that.” You reached for your phone and went to your youtube page. “Fu... No way…!”

Your hands trembled. Kentin was right, the video had few views (which was good). Only 50 people had seen it, but the problem wasn’t that. For your bad luck, one of those people had been Amber. You knew that because she had left three comments on your video.

AmberOfficial: lmaooooo

AmberOfficial: Thank you for the laughs. That’s hilarious

AmberOfficial: Just give up already, looser

“That girl....” Kentin grunted, looking at your phone screen. “I swear to you, Candy, I’ll make her regret this. I’ll-”

“You don’t need to, I’m fine.”

You untangled your arms from his torso and started walking away, trying your best to hide how upset you really were. Amber was right, your music sucked. You should give up on your dream of becoming a famous singer, not only because you were bad, but also because you could barely show your face to a few people without feeling like shit. You wouldn’t be able to deal with fame.

Kentin tried to call you, but you didn’t answer. He figured you needed some time alone. He could use that time to think of something to support you and get back at Amber.

-x-

You walked out of the bathroom, your eyes red and swollen from crying. You had already deleted the video, but you couldn’t stop feeling stupid for getting so upset by a few bad comments. And feeling stupid made you even more upset.

When you got to the hallway, it was empty due to classes having already started. You probably spent half an hour locked up, but at least no one would mess with you.

You went to the garden to get some fresh air and wait until the next class started. You sat at the bench, breathed in and finally calmed down a bit.

“Candy.”

You turned around, surprised to see your boyfriend. “Kentin! What are you doing here? Classes have already started.”

He just waved his hand in a “don’t worry about that” way and sat beside you. He kissed your cheek and took your hand, checking how you were. Seeing that you seemed to be more calm, he smiled lightly at you. “So… I talked to Armin. He already found out Amber’s password and he’ll hack into Amber’s youtube account. He’ll just mess with it for a bit, delete some videos and upload some random stuff. Nothing too bad, I promise, just some memes and rickrolls.”

“Hmm…” You muttered, thinking about what he said. It wasn’t right, for sure, but you didn’t feel like stopping them. You were still hurt. “Okay. Just promise you two won’t do something serious, okay?”

He agreed. You felt a bit better, but that wasn’t enough to lift your mood and Kentin knew that. That was why he also had something else prepared. "That 's not all. I did some quick search for places where you could record that music of yours with its deserved quality. You are a good composer, Candy, believe it. Your talent doesn’t have to stay hidden in a dark room with only you, a guitar and your cellphone recording it.”

“Kentin…”

“If you want to, I’ll help you rent a studio and record your song. That would be very useful for your portfolio. I know that’s expensive, but we can find ways to-” You cut him off with a kiss. He cared about you so much, to the point of skipping classes to think of ways to make you feel better. You loved your boyfriend so much…

Lucky. You felt lucky to have him.

“I love you. Thank you for taking care of me... “ You kissed his cheek, happy to have his support. That was more than enough at that moment, Amber’s words were far behind you. All that mattered was that you could go through this.

You had Kentin, and when you had him, you had your whole world holding you so you wouldn’t fall.

#my candy love #mcl headcanon #mcl hcs #my candy love headcanons #mcl writing #writing #my writing #my candy love writing #castiel #my candy love castiel #mcl castiel #mcl armin #mcl kentin #my candy love kentin #fluff #mcl #2nd person pov #headcanons #hcs

[jealousygirl]

Something More pt.6

Masterlist

Andrew!Peter x FeliciaHardy!villian!reader

Don't make fun of me Felicia - Gwen exclaimed.

I'm telling the truth! I just kissed him. - You answered your friend by playing with a strand of hair.

Just? You only kissed Spiderman, your eternal enemy. So now you won't be enemies anymore? - Your friend asked excitedly.

No, no way. It was just a "thank you" for saving my life. - You put a piece of salad on a fork.

After a while you were joined by Missy Kallenback, Ariel and her friend Mary Jane Watson. - You all said hello. You weren't friends at all, but you were friends for lunch.

Did you see that video from yesterday with Spiderman and BlackCat. -  MaryJane asked (yes she's a redhead)

They are totally rolling with each other. - Ariel replied.

What video? Let's see it. - You looked at your friend surprised.

Wish i was her. - Missy sighed.

Wait why? Are you going to show us this video or not! - Gwen raised her voice.

Blondie, chill. - MaryJane took out her phone and showed you a video from the window of some willow building, where you can see Spiderman and you kissing.

It's probably photoshopped. - You were a little stressed.

Jealous? - Ariel asked you.

Jealous of who? Spiderman? It's probably some Flash*version of a rich kid who goes to private school on Daddy's dime.

How do you know he's a teenager," -  Missy asked.

Oh, that's just our guess. - Gwen answered for you. - I think we need to get going now, we're going to be late for class.

Before the 3 girls could say anything you and Gwen left the cafeteria.

How the fuck did this happen? My aunt's gonna kill me. I won't have any more assignments. - You grabbed your head.

Don't worry, it's just a video. I'm sure no one will pay attention to it. - Your friend comforted you.

The next day*

Oh fuck! Is it time to flee the country and change mine identity? -You held the newly published newspaper so tightly that you just started crumpling it. - I'm done.

"Hero and the Villian" huh, you're making a reputation for yourself. - The friend looked at the newspaper.

Don't laugh! My aunt will kick me out of the house for something like that, at least she'll have room for that faggot of hers. - You snorted.

Oh don't exaggerate it won't be that bad it's just a kiss.

♪ At home ♪

You're kissing your enemy instead of doing your mission well. - Your aunt screamed. - That necklace was worth more than any item you stole, we would have sold it and for the rest we could have moved anywhere we wanted, and instead of getting it you decided to have fun with some guy in leotards. Did you even take precautions?! Do you know how old he is?! No, you don't!

Maybe if you listened to me and not just your Eric, you'd understand the situation! I could have died if it wasn't for that boy in the mask! And I just kissed him, we didn't do anything! - You may have been hard to brake, but the tears started coming to your eyes. - And you know what? I'd rather not be with someone like you. I'd rather die then. - You burst out crying, grabbing your jacket and headphones. heading for the door.

I never signed up to take care for a little bitch who doesn't even think about what she's doing! - Tina ran her fingers through her hair.

You slammed the door on your way out. You wiped away your tears by putting headphones in your ears. You turned on your phone turning on your called sad playlist, selecting the song "leaving tonight" from TheNeighbourhood.

You didn't take empty steps around the city. You immediately knew where you were going to go to the only person who understood you. To your friend Gwen. After less than 20 minutes you were already standing at the door of apartment 2016. During the last 20 minutes your emotions had calmed down but when you knocked you suddenly burst out and a moment later the door was opened by Hellen, Gwen's mom.

Oh honey what happened? - The woman took you in her arms patting you on the back while you choked on your own tears.

Hellen, Hellen Stacy. She was like the mother you never had. Ever since you were 12, she's been there to comfort you, give you advice, and invite you to family dinners.

Seconds later, Gwen came running in with her little brother.

Felicia? Are you okay? - Your friend gave you a hug. - Come on, let's go to my room. - Girl took you under her arm and led you to your room.

T-tina, we had a fight. And she saw the video. - You wiped away the tears that were still pouring. - She didn't even care about the informations that I almost died, just all the time about that stupid necklace. She doesn't give a shit about me! - You started crying harder and harder.

Gwen put her hands around your face. - Hey! Fuck Tina, right? She's selfish and she's unbearable. So fuck Tina, we don't care about her.

Yeah you're right, she's a nobody, Fuck her. Thank you. - You put your arm around your friend and pulled your nose.

#andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield x you #andrew!peter x reader #andrew!peter x reader enemies to lovers #peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader amazing spiderman #peter parker x reader enemies to lovers #peter parker x villian!reader #peter parker x y/n #spiderman x reader #enemies to lovers #peter parker x you #tasm peter parker #peter parker #the amazing spider man #andrew!peter parker #andrew garfield #andrew!peter x reader angst #spiderman x you #spiderman #spiderman x villian!reader #spider man: no way home #peter parker x villian #villian!reader #villian

[fanficshiddles]

What About Trust, Chapter 20

The following day when they headed round to Cleo’s parents house, she was excited to see them again and to introduce them to Loki. Loki was nervous again when they knocked on the door, but he didn’t let it show.

Her brother, Fraser, was going to be joining them too later as he was coming home for a few weeks. As he always often did.

As soon as her parents came to the door to greet them, Loki’s worries melted away. Instantly he could tell they were a warm and lovely couple.

‘You must be Loki, so nice to meet you!’ Cleo’s mum said as she pulled him into a hug. ‘Wow, you are tall.’  

‘Come in, lad. Welcome to the family.’ Her dad greeted with a warm handshake and a pat on the shoulder.

‘Thank you very much, it’s nice to meet you both. Now I can see where Cleo gets her good looks from.’ He smiled charmingly at her mum, making Cleo roll her eyes.

‘Yes, clearly from me.’ Her dad said with a smirk.

Cleo and Loki laughed, her mum elbowed him in the side. ‘Behave!’

Her mum got them all a drink and they sat down together in the living room. It wasn’t long at all before the questions started, as Cleo had expected.

How did they meet? Where did they go on their first date? Was it serious? Etc.

Loki was on the ball with every single one. Being truthful, but also impressing them.

‘I don’t know how I got so lucky to meet Cleo. But she is certainly one incredible being, especially to put up with me.’ He smiled at Cleo and squeezed her knee.

‘You seem like a very charming and polite young man. You’ve clearly been raised well.’ Her mum said. ‘Where are you from?’

Loki and Cleo shared a look.

‘Uhm, mum, dad. There is something about Loki that you need to know… So, you know The Avengers, the superheroes in America? That save the world?’

Her parents laughed. ‘We have heard of them, yes. Whether true or not, that’s another thing.’ Her dad said.

‘Well, it is true. Did you see the video of someone stopping a tree from falling in a park in Manchester?’ Cleo asked.

‘Yes, we did actually.’ Her mum nodded. ‘Probably that photoshop business again.’

‘Uhm… No, that was actually Loki as we were there. He’s a God, from Asgard. And he’s a Prince.’

Her parents looked at them both in disbelief at first.

Then her dad started laughing. ‘Oh, Cleo. Good joke. But we both know you don’t believe in them either.’

‘I didn’t. Until now, it’s true. He’s a God... Loki, show them.’ Cleo motioned to him.

‘Are you sure?’ Loki asked.

‘Yep.’ Cleo nodded.

Loki didn’t want to scare them. So he just did something small. He conjured up a simple vase in his hand, then he had it move across the room and he carefully placed it on a side table.

Her parents were wide eyed, they didn’t say anything at first.

‘He can do lots of things, mum… dad… but he’s not to be feared, I promise.’ Cleo said quickly.

‘That’s… incredible.’ Her mum then said after letting it sink in.

‘Would you be able to retrieve a golf ball that is stuck on the roof?’ Her dad asked.

‘Dad!’

‘What? It’s my favourite lucky ball.’ He said sadly.

‘Oh jesus.’ Cleo shook her head and ran a hand down her face.

Loki disappeared for a moment and then the next second he was back, with the golf ball in hand. ‘This one?’ He asked.

‘Bloody hell. That’s the one. Thank you!’ Her dad beamed happily as Loki handed it back to him.

‘I guess that could’ve been taken worse.’ Cleo grumbled.

Loki chuckled and put his arm around her, kissing her forehead.

The questions then rattled off from her parents about Loki being a God, what he could and couldn’t do. Her dad already had a list of things that he needed help with from Loki. Loki obliged happily, since it took him mere seconds to do said jobs.

Cleo apologised to him quietly, but Loki said not to worry. He didn’t mind at all. He was just glad they took it so well.

‘Does this mean you’re a Goddess?’ Cleo’s mum asked her while Loki and her dad were upstairs, he was getting Loki to sort the shower.

‘No, mum.’ Cleo laughed and hugged her.

‘Well, I think he certainly sees you as one. The way he looks at you, his eyes are just so full of love. I can tell he thinks the world of you and is looking after you. I’ve never seen you so bright and happy either.’ She smiled and stroked her daughter’s hair.

‘Thanks mum. We love each other very much.’ Cleo smiled widely.

‘That’s all that matters.’

When Fraser arrived later in the afternoon, he did a double take at Loki.

‘Fraser, this is my boyfriend, Loki. Loki, this is Fraser.’ Cleo introduced.

‘Nice to meet you, Cleo has told me all about you.’ Loki said as he held his hand out. Fraser shook his hand cautiously, he recognised him but couldn’t think where or why, exactly.

‘Have we met before? You look oddly familiar…’ Fraser hummed. ‘Wait a minute, the Loki?’ He said in sudden realisation.

‘Let me talk with you a second.’ Cleo said as she grabbed Fraser’s arm and dragged him into the kitchen. ‘We’ll get more drinks!’ She called to Loki and her parents.

‘Right. You do recognise him, because… He is Loki, the God of mischief. Prince of Asgard. Yes, he did some bad stuff. But he’s not like that now, it’s a long story. Please don’t freak out or make him feel weird.’ She pleaded, expecting him to be furious that she hadn’t told him, especially since he lived nearby. Or just merely angry for the fact that she fact that she was dating Loki, who could be seen as dangerous.

But what he actually said wasn’t what she was expecting.

‘OH MY GOD! MY SISTER IS FUCKING A GOD!’ Fraser said excitedly.

‘Shhh shut up. Don’t be embarrassing.’ Cleo hissed at him.

‘Wait till I tell my mates that my sister is sleeping with a real-life God. Bloody hell I am going to be popular. Everyone has been raving about the people he saved in the park a few weeks back, I can’t believe I didn’t recognise him straight away.’ He boasted, grinning from ear to ear.

‘Don’t you DARE tell your friends that or I will get Loki to turn you into a frog!’ Cleo hissed.

Fraser’s face dropped and he looked worried. ‘Can… can he do that?’

‘Yep.’ Cleo nodded. ‘Well… I presume so. I mean, I guess? He is a magical God after all, so he probably can.’

Fraser gulped. ‘Ok, I won’t tell. But someone is bound to take a picture of you with him at some point.’

‘I know, I don’t really care about that. Just don’t be vulgar saying I’m fucking him.’ She said as she whacked him across the back of the head before taking the drinks through to the living room for everyone.

She was horrified when she went back through to find that her parents had already pulled out the baby pictures.

‘Oh god no.’ She cringed and put her hand over her face.

Loki was cooing and awing at her baby pictures. And laughing at some of the other ones when she was doing silly stuff as a child. They had heaps of stories to tell Loki, he loved them all.

‘Aww, love. Are you embarrassed?’ He teased and grabbed her, pulling her down onto his lap as her mum kept flicking through more pictures.

‘Of course I am. There better be pictures of you as a kid. Or, something. Whatever it is you Gods have.’ She grumbled in a huff.

But Loki just found her adorably cute when she was all huffy and he squeezed her tightly.

The evening went well. After a delicious dinner made by her dad, they all sat down again to talk. Everyone got along really well. Fraser kept fanboying over Loki, asking about his powers and what he could do. About being a God too and he also asked for a selfie to show off to his friends with. He was far too excited.

It was after ten when Cleo managed to get Loki to go to bed with her. He politely bid goodnight to her parents and brother before heading upstairs with Cleo.

Cleo snuggled in against Loki once they got into bed and put her arm over him. ‘Well, my parents love you. That was obvious!’

Loki trailed his fingers up and down her arm. ‘I’m glad. I adore them, they are wonderful. And your brother too.’

‘Sorry for his… over enthusiasm.’ She sighed.

‘No need to apologise, it’s flattering, in a way.’ He chuckled.

‘Well, thanks for putting up with him anyway.’ She smiled and squeezed him tightly. ‘And my parents, they can be a bit… uhm.’

‘Overly proud and loving of you?’ Loki grinned.

‘Yeah, that’s one way to describe it.’ She laughed.

‘They are lovely, both of them…’ He sighed softly and slid his fingers through her hair. ‘I do wish you’d been able to meet my parents, especially Frigga.’

Cleo leaned up a little and faced him, she stroked his cheek and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. ‘From what you’ve told me about her, I feel like I know her to an extent.’ She smiled softly.

Loki smiled too and cradled her head into the crook of his neck when she settled down against him again.

‘While it’s been nice here visiting home, I am looking forward to going to the Isle of Skye tomorrow, just the two of us.’ Cleo said as she closed her eyes and slowly started to drift off in his warm embrace.

‘Me too, darling. Me too.’

#Loki #Tom Hiddleston #what about trust #Loki x OFC #Loki x original female character #fan fiction #fluffy Loki #Loki fic

[clawsout83]

MariChat incorrect quotes compilation

So I found this incorrect quote generator and had too much fun with it. I own nothing about it. I’m just posting this for the lols and to give you a smile. MariChat has the best chaotic energy potential.

Marinette: Why are you drinking? Chat Noir: I drink when I'm depressed. Marinette: But you're always drinking? Chat Noir: *smug grin*

Marinette: *running towards Chat Noir with open arms* Chat Noir: *moves out of the way* Marinette: Hey, why'd you move?! Chat Noir: I thought you were going to attack me. Marinette: I was going to hug you! Chat Noir: Why would you hug me? Marinette: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

Chat Noir: So you like cats? Marinette: Yeah. Chat Noir: *tries to impress them by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

Marinette: Where did you get that tomato soup? Chat Noir: It’s actually a bowl of ketchup I just microwaved. (aka my headcanon about Adrien’s cooking skills)

Chat Noir: Do you want some tea? Marinette: What are the options? Chat Noir: Yes or no.

Chat Noir: *coughs blood* Marinette: Don't die, Chat Noir! Chat Noir: Don't tell me what to do!

Chat Noir: Tomorrow's garbage day. Marinette: I can't believe they made a whole day dedicated to you.

Marinette: I assume you realize that this kind of idiocy will not be tolerated in this house. Chat Noir: Is there any kind of idiocy you would be more comfortable with?

Marinette: Hey, what’s the name of the guy who lives down the hall? Chat Noir: His cats' names are Walter and Rose. Marinette: That's not what I asked. Chat Noir: That is all the information I have.

Chat Noir: No, this is not a mess. You know what I consider a mess? Marinette: Your life? Chat Noir: I- well yes, but-

Marinette: Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know! Chat Noir: The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus. Marinette: Stop.

Marinette: Wow, that was quick thinking on that phony sacrifice stuff. Chat Noir: Oh, that was all real. Marinette: Wait, you were trying to help them kill us?!  Chat Noir: If I’m gonna be sacrificed, I’m gonna do it right.

Chat Noir: *Kicks the door open, looking panicked* Marinette: What did you do?! Chat Noir: NOBODY DIED! Marinette: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Chat Noir: *is visibly upset* Marinette: Chat Noir, what happened? I haven't seen you like this since you found out candyland wasn't an actual country.

Marinette: Chat Noir, what is the ONE thing I asked you NOT to do tonight? Chat Noir: Raise the dead. Marinette: And what did you do? Chat Noir: Raise the dead.

Chat Noir, very tired: Can I sleep in your bed? Marinette: *half asleep* Chat Noir, this is a queen-sized bed. That means it’s for *gestures vaguely to herself* the Queen.

Chat Noir: Everybody shut up, I'm thinking. Marinette, patting him on the back: Well, don’t think too hard. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.

Chat Noir: *on the phone* Hey Marinette, do you know my blood type? Marinette: Of course, it's B-. Chat Noir: Oh, I guessed wrong. Excuse me, nurse-!

Chat Noir: I know one person who finds me funny! Marinette: Okay, who?... and you can't say yourself! Chat Noir: Okay then I'm out.

Chat Noir: Are you an ‘arr’ pirate or a ‘yo ho ho’ pirate? Marinette: I’m a ‘I’m not paying $600 for photoshop’ pirate.

Chat Noir: Marinette, I screwed up, big time. Marinette: Chat Noir, given your daily life experiences, you’re gonna have to be more specific.

Chat Noir: Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this. Marinette: Maybe we would, if you would sTOP BREAKING INTO MY F-ING HOUSE!!!

Marinette: I’ve invited you here because I crave the deadliest game... Chat Noir, nodding: Knife Monopoly. Marinette: I was actually going to play Russian roulette, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is.

Marinette: Isn’t a bit dangerous? Chat Noir: Marinette, please. We’ve in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt. Marinette: ... Chat Noir: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt. Marinette: ... Chat Noir: Alright, we escaped unhurt once... Then we hurt ourselves in the way home.

Marinette: Sleep is the body’s best safety mechanism. Chat Noir: How so? Marinette: It keeps you from screwing up for 8 hours.

Chat Noir: Which is correct, seven and five IS thirteen, or seven and five ARE thirteen? Marinette: Neither. Because it’s twelve.

Marinette: What? I’m not aggressive! Chat Noir: Last Tuesday, you wacked me with a pair of crocs and stole my chocolate chips? Marinette: Survival of the fittest, b-tch

Chat Noir: Are you this rude to everyone? Marinette: Yup. Don’t think you’re special.

#clawstrash #ml incorrect quotes #marichat #source: perchance generator

[mentally-unavailable]

How To Court A Cryptid: 101 Chapter 3

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Content warning: Cursing, threats of violence, minor violence, transphobia and homophobia, leftist/anarchist views (Not really a warning, but for those who don’t agree with those views), smoking

“Hello chat! How are we doing today!?” Tommy yelled into his mic, talking to chat as he started his stream. 

I sat on the side watching him talk to the chat, I couldn’t see chat but I could tell they were questioning why the lights were off, since Tommy kept smiling and trying not to giggle. 

“Why are the lights off?” Tommy asked squinting at chat, I then rolled into the camera’s view.

“Well, typically cryptids like dark places where they can’t be seen” I said rolling in and leaning so I could see chat.

Chat then went 1 million miles per second they were all spamming cryptid and being amazed that I was real. I started to laugh really hard because some of the chats messages.

“Well, chat this is the Dream SMP discord cryptid; also known as- Can I say your name?” Tommy asked looking over at me. I smiled,

“Uh, I prefer Bas or bastard here on the innerwebs, but if you want sure you can say my name. Just don’t give like my home address or whatever” I said looking at chat smiling. 

“what? Why would I- never mind. Okay chat this is Bastard.” Tommy said smiling looking over chats messages “Hey, can we turn on the lights?”

“UGGGHHHH, I guess” I said getting up and walking over to the light switch. I turned it on and saw Tommy walk over to see and stand next to me. I gave him a confused facial expression.

“Chat wants to see the height difference, you goblin” He said smiling looking down at me. I quickly stood my tippy toes, easy with the boots

“Okay, fit check, as you can see I have the superiors fashion sense chat. Tommy here has none, write that down” I said walking back to my chair.

“I do not! I have a great fashion sense!” Tommy said looking at me offended I started to cackle like a hyena

“Yeah, to be fair though, you are a teenager who live that streamer life style so I understand” I said after catching my breathe from laughing, Tommy rolled his eyes.

“Yeah yeah” He said crossing his arms, I looked over at chat

‘Gamer Bf and Alt s/o goals’

‘Are you a boy or a girl? I really can’t tell’

“Ew, I will punt you straight into the sun you heathens” I said with a face

“HEY! Don’t threaten my chat!” Tommy yelled at me

“They were shipping us. Ew, he is like my little brother. This isn’t sweet home Alabama people” I replied

“Okay fair enough, also chat they use they/them pronouns, respect that please” Tommy said looking at the monitor

“Thank you, so what are we gonna do?” I asked leaning back on my chair and grabbing the container of brownies.

“We could go on the SMP and mess with people” Tommy said grabbing a brownie and popping it into his mouth.

“Cool, give me the grand tour” I said popping a brownie into my mouth

Tommy then booted up Minecraft and got onto the SMP server, he made sure to show on stream

“Okay, lets show the cryptid how to be cool” Tommy said moving his character around

I looked over at the camera unamused, I looked at the stream and saw my face. I started to get uncomfortable and looked down.

“I am being perceived and I don’t think I like it...” I said picking at my nails

“You okay?” Tommy said looking over at me, I smiled and shook my head yes

“It’s okay, I’m just use to being blurry not in 4k resolution” I said chuckling

“Oh hey Dream is on” Tommy said looking on the list,

“He’s the sever owner right?” I asked looking on scream

“yes” Tommy said

“So, he’s like a goverment?” I asked smirking

“what are you thinkin?” Tommy asked looking over at me

I smiled before shrugging and setting down the container

“Well, as an anarchist, I don’t really like the government. So, maybe I could attack him while screaming ‘ACAB’ or ‘Down with the government bitches’ idk. Wait- will that get you in trouble. My bad” I said cutting myself off worried I said something that will get Tommy in trouble. He started laughing, more wheezing

“Omg, yes! Let’s do it!!” He yelled moving towards Dream and others of the server. I smiled,

‘Cryptid says ACAB?’

‘Anarchist? Technoblade might like this!’

Some of the chat said amazed I said something like that,

“Yes, chat ACAB all the way, demolish the government! Consume the rich people!!” I yelled excitedly

“Okay, how do you wanna do this?” Tommy asked

“Okay, I’ll attack while you get us into VC and you scream then I yell ‘ACAB bitches’“ I said scooting him over so I can take control of his character

“Okay good” Tommy said getting into the VC “Here we go!”

“By the way, I’m bad at Minecraft” I yelled before we joined and attacked Dream.

“AHHHHH” Tommy yelled

“ACAB BITCHES” I yelled after him attacking Dream

“Huh? Tommy! What the Fuck?” Dream yelled before he pulled out his own sword and started swinging

“Oh fuck!!” I yelled trying to get away

“Move!!” Tommy yelled before he died

“Uhhh, my bad” I said smiling at him, Tommy rolled his eyes

“Tommy what the hell man? Why did you attack me?” Dream asked

We both looked at each other before I smirked and leaned into the mic

“Tommy is no longer with us” I said deepening my voice

“What!? Tommy did you get hacked? I’ll open your stream” Sapnap said with Dream and George agreeing.

Tommy muted himself, turned off the music, then got up and moved the camera zooming in my face and then ran and turned off the lights. My face was only illuminated my the screen light, Tommy then hid, I was confused before he looked at me and winked. I turned and stared into the camera with a dead look.

“AHHHHHH!? WHAT THE FUCK!???” Was all we heard from the others, as we both started laughing

“The cryptid is real!?” George yelled 

“Y’all have Discord Admin energy bitches” I said before we quit the VC and started wheezing. I started coughing and grabbed out my drink from my bag. I opened my Monster and chugged. Tommy kept wheezing so hard,

“Omg, did you guys hear them!? Omg that was so funny!” Tommy yelled, I chuckled

‘Dream: What the fuck!?’

‘Sapnap: GOT EM!’

“Dream is actually our Discord admin” Tommy said between laughing

“Ah, cool. He doesn’t have it actually, but now knowing. HMMMM” I said looking at the camera smirking

“Yeah, and Gogy is his discord kitten” Tommy said putting everything back to normal

“An I oop- Wait, that’s georgenotfound right?” I asked

Tommy leaned back into his chair giggling “yup, he’s the bestest man ever” he said smiling

“I thought that was Philza Minecraft?” I asked having a confused face

“Wait! Phil is on! Do you wanna meet the biggest man? Philza Minecraft” Tommy asked

“I thought you were the biggest man?” I asked smirking

“I am, well- we share the title anyways” Tommy said as he joined the VC

“Tommy, we just had your stream open!” we were met with,

Tommy started wheezing again, I smiled ‘Brothers’ I thought

“You’re going to get banned” A voice said; ‘Technoblade’ I thought remembering his voice from some of Tommy’s streams.

“Chaotic little shit” Philza said laughing

“The cryptid is real! Oh my god I have to tell Quackity, he thought you were using photoshop or whatever!” Wilbur yelled laughing

“God has let me live another day, so, I’m gonna make it everyone's problem” I said snickering, while I felt my face heat up. ‘God I feel like a zoo animal’ I thought smiling awkwardly

I don’t know any of Tommy’s friends really, and they don’t know much about me. Only that I’m Tommy’s scary friend and what they’ve seen from pictures and probably dumb stories he told them.

Tommy took control of the game, making sure the stream was entertained. He answered with giggles.

“Did you really bite a kid in school for picking on Tommy?” 

‘FUCK’ I thought, making a surprised face

“Well you see there! Uhh-” I tried to say

“They also threatened a dude with a Selenite knife once!” Tommy chimed in

“Yeah, that’s true, but both fuckers deserved it okay!” I said as I felt my face get hotter from embarrassment

“God your both equally feral” Phil said laughing, Wilbur giggled and Techno stayed mostly silent besides a small laugh. Tommy explained he was ‘awkward around new people’. ‘Social anxiety. MOOD’ I thought smiling.

“I personally prefer ‘unhinged’ but pop off I guess” I said shrugging

“Feral cryptid! Feral Cryptid” Wilbur chanted, soon the chat also spammed it

“So, this is THE Philza Minecraft” Tommy said as if he didn’t just say I bit a person and threatened another with a knife. “An honor right?”

“Hello, pleasure to meet you” I said smiling awkwardly

Phil laughed, Tommy looked offended “This is Philza Minecraft! Creator of Minecraft! Show some respect!” Tommy yelled

“Didn’t that other dude make the game?” I asked confused

“Yeah, but he was a wrongen. So, we joke that Philza made it instead” Wilbur explained

“Oh, yeah he was a fucking bigot right?” I asked, everyone went quiet “Should I have not said that? My ba-” 

“no, no” Wilbur said giggling “No, that was perfect. I wouldn’t have said it but you hit the nail on the head”

“Ah okay” I said with a small smile

“They are very radical” Tommy said smiling, I laughed awkwardly

“We heard” Techno said when amusement

I ended up taking off my jacket, revealing all my tattoos on my arms

‘WOAH!’

‘Are those real?’

“Yes, chat they are real, some are done professionally, others are stick and pokes. Don’t do it unless you know what your doing” I said raising my arms to show off my art

“Yeah, they piercing their own nose though!” Tommy yelled

“Oh, my god, that is dangerous.” Phil said worried

“Yeah, most I did myself or my sister did. She wanted to be a tattoo artist at one point so I just let her do whatever on me. Don’t worry they were done safely, mostly” I said laughing

“what does the skull say?” Techno piped up, I smiled, showing the camera my tattoo on my right fore arm. It was a leopard skull with grapes running out of the left eye socket dripping liquid. Under was a chalice, the piece was surrounded by a diamond. 

“It’s a piece dedicated to the god Dionysus. One of the first I ever got done professionally. And yes chat it hurt like a bitch” I said showing the tattoo

“Hello!” two voices popped into the call

“TUBBO!” Tommy yelled, I snapped my head towards the screen

“Tubbo? Isn’t that the guy you were calling when you broke your wrist?” I asked, Tommy wheezed

“Oh is that (y/n)?” Tubbo asked, I smiled

“Hey bubbs, how are you?” I asked

“Wait you both know each other?” Ranboo piped in

“Yes, you see some time ago, we were at the skate park. I was skate boarding and Tommy was on the phone with Tubbo. Tommy then wanted to do a trick. So, I take the phone and Tommy then fails miserly and breaks his fucking wrist! We were on call the whole time to and at the hospital” I said laughing

“Ah, sounds about right” Ranboo said

“What does that mean!?” Tommy yelled, Tubbo was laughing

“I’m good (y/n), thank you for reminding me of that” Tubbo said between laughs

“wait your name is (y/n)?” Wilbur pipes in, Tommy looked scared for a second

“Yeah, that is my name. I go by Bas or Bastard on social media though” I said shrugging. 

“Bastard?” Phil asked confused

“Can I promote myself?” I asked looking over at Tommy, he nodded smiling

“Yeah, I go by Cryptid_Bastard. I post art or whatever” I said relaxed

“That fits you” Tubbo said, I smiled

“Thanks bubbs” I said smiling

After a few hours we ended the stream and said goodbye to everyone. Me and Tommy leaned back in our chairs and sighed.

“Well, that was fun. I like your friends” I said smiling,

“Yeah, you can come on another stream another time if you want” Tommy said smiling, I nodded my head

“Yeah, well I need a break. I’m gonna go on a walk if you don’t mind. You wanna come?” I asked as I stood up and stretched

“Nah, I’m gonna chat with Tubbo for a bit” He said, I nodded before grabbing my bag and leaving the room. I walked out and said hi to his parents and informed them I was going on a walk. I walked out the door and towards the street. After getting to the sidewalk I grabbed out a cigarette and my lighter. I lit up, and took a deep draw. I ended walking towards the park while smoking,

*VRR VRR* I heard as my phone started vibrating in my bag. I dug around a pulled it out, it was notifications from twitter. I unlocked my phone and opened twitter, I had a whole wave of people following me and commenting on my art. I smiled before getting ready to tweet. I opened the camera and angled it to show me, I had my cigarette in my other hand making sure not to show it. I smiled taking the picture before typing and posting.

Cryptid_Bastard

*insert picture of you*

Welcome everyone, welcome to my corner of the internet! (:

I turned off my phone before walking towards the park.

‘Chaos isn’t so bad’

A/N: I hope y’all liked this. I’ve introduced SOME of the romantic interests! LET’S GO!! I’m gonna go hibernate for like a million years now. Stay hydrated! :P

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