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CELLOPHANE ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ PART I

༘⋆ PAIRING — olo’eyktan!jake x fem!reader

༘⋆ SUMMARY — in which your taboo infatuation with your olo’eyktan begins to cause problems.

༘⋆ WARNINGS — age gap (32 & 22), mentions of daddy issues, power imbalance, no comfort angst, infidelity, mild violence, alcohol usage, arguing, eventual smut.

༘⋆ NOTES — my first proper series PURRRR i hope y’all enjoy this. updates may be slow since i start back at school soon, but i’ll make time xx this parts kinda boring but i jus wanted to try show the dynamic reader & jake share ??$2&:@/$

MASTERLIST + CELLOPHANE MASTERLIST

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the communal fire burnt brightly, everyone sat around while consuming their supper. you didn’t have much of an appetite, resorting to you sitting in your lonesome and quietly watching your clan with bored eyes. the sounds of chattering and laughter buzzed in your ears, everyone speaking happily amongst themselves about today’s successful mission. your mind was elsewhere — in your own little fantasy you’d created with a certain someone. to the average person, this would seem rather pathetic. but you were wilfully blind.

“not hungry?”

you were swiftly brought out of your thoughts, glancing over your shoulder and noticing your olo’eyktan taking a seat besides you. there was an instant burst of joy that coursed through you - a coy smile painting your face as you shook your head in response. “no, sir. my tummy feels funny.”

“y’know you don’t have to keep calling me sir, right?” jake chuckled at your timid response, giving your side a playful nudge. “just call me jake. sir makes me feel old.”

“sorry. jake.” you apologise quietly, anxiously scratching your forearm.

this nightly ritual of jake visiting you throughout supper had become one of your favourite moments of the day. you were so helplessly smitten with him - your closest friends would joke that it neared an obsession at this point. it was your deepest secret, what was once an innocent crush had blossomed into something forbidden. you were hopelessly in love with your olo'eyktan - and it pained you everyday knowing nothing could ever come of it.

you felt jake's hand rest on your knee, a playful expression on his face. "where do 'ya disappear to in that head of yours?" he smiled warmly, clearly taking notice of how your trance-like state. you brushed it off with a coy smile, shrugging timidly at the question. jake's hand placement was innocent, especially the gentle pats he gave assuringly. "you got a stomach bug or somethin'? could explain the loss of appetite."

"no, it's not that. i'm just a little sad." you admit honestly, a small sigh escaping your lips as you glanced down at the ground.

jake’s face fell at your words. he shifted a little closer, his hand still placed on your bent knee. “what’s wrong?” he asks with a concerned tone, you could hear how genuinely worried he was. jake cared about you - just as he cared for anyone in the clan. but you never saw the blurred line between the two.

you couldn’t admit what you were feeling. there was no chance in hell that you’d ever tell jake what was going through your head. how do you possibly tell your leader that you never stop thinking of him? that his friendly gestures and innocent touches felt like ecstasy to you? that you envied his mate with your entire being? these weren’t regular thoughts. these weren’t normal feelings. even in your own delusional little bubble — you could recognise that these emotions were taboo.

“you can talk to me, kid. y’know that.” jake assured once again, using that bastardly nickname you loathed. kid. was that all he saw you as? you were a grown woman, not some sad pouting child with a tummy ache.

you sighed deeply, trying to form some kind of lie in your head as you gazed at jake. “i’m, uh…i’m not feeling confident with my skills. that’s it. i don’t..um, i still can’t shoot properly.” you try to sound as genuine as possible - hoping that your sullen expression could convince him even further. it was a ridiculous lie, but nothing else came to mind. your aim was impeccable.

jake nodded slowly, his lips soon curling into a small smile. "how about this? tomorrow morning, i'll take ‘ya out for some practice."

you couldn't contain the grin that grew on your face. your little white lie had lead to something even better — alone time with jake. you nodded eagerly at his offer, trying your hardest to suppress the overwhelming excitement you were feeling. "really? you'd do that?"

“course i would, anything to help.” jake says with a warm smile, giving your knee one last squeeze before retracting his hand away. “i’ll swing by your hut after the morning hunt and we’ll go from there. sound good?”

“that sounds amazing. thank you, si-” you pause for a moment, correcting yourself quickly before calling him sir. “jake. thank you, jake.”

jake chuckled in response, giving you a friendly wink before climbing to his feet and bidding you farewell. your eyes followed him as he walked back to his mate, jealously watching him plant a kiss on her cheek. you shook your head, taking a deep breath before remembering that you had tomorrow to be excited for. ‘it’s fine, it’s all fine.’ you’d repeat in your head, appeasing the envious feelings that began to bubble up inside you.

the idea of spending hours alone with jake kept you calm and collected. a giddy smile formed on your lips as your thumb grazed the skin of your knee — already missing jake’s comforting touch against you.

that night in your hut was restless, you couldn’t contain the excitement of seeing jake in the morning. you held your pillow to your chest, sighing in pure ecstasy at the mere thought of spending hours on end with him. it was an incomparable feeling, another chapter to file in your delusional bliss.

“that’s it. arms straight, no slouchin’. you gotta keep your posture nice and tight.”

jake instructed you from the side, speaking with a stern yet calm tone. you already knew this, this information had been drilled in your head since your were a child. but were more than willing to act a little oblivious for the sake of some alone time with your olo’eyktan.

you followed his instructions, straightening your dominant arm as you firmly held the heavy bow in your hand. you gingerly glanced over your shoulder at jake, purposely hunching your back a little. your eyes quickly darted to the target painted on the distant tree — eagerly awaiting for jake’s reaction to your form.

“c’mon, you can’t shoot an arrow with sloppy posture.” jake says disapprovingly.

you felt him stand directly behind you, one callous hand pressing on your tummy while the other rested on your lower back. a gentle gasp escaped your lips, quiet enough for only you to hear. you held yourself back from keening into his touch, carefully keeping the inch long distance from his body.

“stand straight, hon. ‘ya can’t hunch when shooting, it’ll mess up your aim.” jake whispers solemnly, adjusting your posture with gentle movements. as he straightened your back, you felt him lean in closer to smooth his hands across your shoulders encouragingly. “now, when yr’ready, take your shot.”

you took a deep breath, ignoring the shiver than ran down your spine as you expertly released the string of the bow. bullseye. the arrow roughly pierced the red dot on the tree, perfectly centred and all. a wave of pride engulfed you as you lowered the bow, looking over your shoulder to gauge jake’s reaction.

his eyes were wide, proudly laughing as he suddenly engulfed you from behind. “holy shit!” jake cheered loudly, rocking your body back and forth as he celebrated your shot. you giggled quietly, allowing yourself to lean back against his embrace for a moment. you were caged in his muscular arms as jake continued to praise your aim, almost in disbelief at how incredible it was.

you were in a state of pure euphoria as jake gleefully clung onto you. while this wasn’t the first time he’d hugged you - this was certainly the most endearing. you nearly melted at his constant praises, immediately feeling a warmth fill your cheek as you flushed insanely. you could get used to this feeling.

he spun your around swiftly, gripping your shoulders tightly as he shook you playfully. “how the hell did ‘ya do that? you’re a natural!”

“it wasn’t that great.” you mutter nervously, glancing up at jake with a flustered expression.

“you kiddin’ me? that was incredible.” jake lauded, that signature smile of his making you grin in return. “god, yr’something else, eh?”

your face was flushed as you stare up at jake, unsure of how else to respond to his words. he seemed to take notice of the tinge of mauve on your cheeks, mistaking it for some sort of heat exhaustion. “you feeling hot?” jake pressed his palm against your forehead, the back of his hand soon checking the temperature of your cheek. “let’s go get you cooled off. you’re burning up, kid.”

these small revelations always pained you. no matter how much you proved yourself to jake, he’d always see you as a bashful, little girl. you couldn’t even enjoy the walk back to camp as he kept his arm snaked around your shoulder — you knew it was all for the sake of protecting you. caring for you. and not in the way you wanted him to.

there had to be some way to show jake you were more than some injured lamb. and even if it meant risking your relationship with him entirely — it would be a leap worth taking. you refused to live with the heavy burden of your feelings anymore.

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Flirting with girls like. I made cookies, do you want me to bring you some ?? That’s such a good color on you omgggg!! I can do your eyeshadow if you want !! :) can I make you a playlist? I know you don’t have Spotify but I’ll type it out!! Omgg do you have a tik tok ?? Can I send you videos that remind me of you ?? 💕 and 🥰 and 💔 and ily but platonically and I’ll never know if you like me like that

Flirting with boys like. I know your favorite band. I know I’m pretty, but tell me again. Your hair is cute today :). You’re pretty. What’s your favorite color? Book? Subject? Tell me about your family. Tell me about you. What’s your favorite food? That’s easy to make, you know! No really, look, here’s a recipe. I’ll make it for you. :) and <3 and tyy and I know you like me but I’ll make you tell me anyway.

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I Wish You Would | CHARLIE GILLESPIE

Requested by anon: “hello🌼 could u please write a charlie x reader imagine when he posts a picture on his instagram story with a girl to makes his crush jealous, but she end up distancing herself from him bc she's hurt and respect what she thinks is his relationship” PAIRING(s): Charlie Gillespie x fem!reader WORDS: 2,445 WARNING(s): angst w a happy ending, some language SUMMARY: “I wish you knew that I'd never forget you as long as I'd live."

A/N: hi, everyone!! really, really sorry that this took so long. haven’t had the best march tbh, and writer’s block is a bitch. && this isn’t very good, either, but i had to get something done. love u <3

TEN HOURS EARLIER

“And… post!” Charlie taps his phone, grinning brightly.

Owen cheers from behind him, his voice meshing into the humdrum of the bar they’re currently at. “I’m so proud of you!”

His friend laughs, spinning around in the bar stool to face him. “She’ll finally understand what it feels like!”

Owen nods frantically, taking another sip of the drink in his hand.

Charlie copies his movement – a part of him knows that he is absolutely hammered, but the bigger part of him doesn’t care. He’s had a long day, and he deserves this.

Besides, how else would he and his best friend have thought of this wonderful plan if they didn’t have a billion drinks in their system?

PRESENT

A knock on the door pulls Y/N from her thoughts. “Come in!” She yells, but her voice comes out feeble and hoarse, probably from all the crying she’s been doing for the past hour.

As the door swings open, her best friend, Savannah, pokes her head in. “Hey, babe. You all right?”

Y/N sniffs. “M’fine.”

Savannah enters the room, closing the door softly behind her. She walks to the window, opening the curtains, and Y/N groans when light floods into the previously dark room.

She sits on the bed beside Y/N, and Y/N rests her head on her shoulder as she pulls the covers up to cover their bodies.

“I’m sure that they’re not dating.” Savannah says, wrapping an arm around her best friend.

Y/N chuckles sadly. “You don’t have to lie to make me feel better, Sav. I mean, in the photo, he was kissing her cheek. Literally. And he put a heart between them.”

Savannah sighs. “That’s so not Charlie, you know… kissing random girls in bars and posting pictures with them.”

“Yeah, that’s so not Charlie, because she’s not a random girl. Her name’s Francesca and she went to high school with him, so, technically, she’s known him longer, and probably better than me.”

“I – I had no idea.”

“Yeah.”

“Y/N, babe, just tell him about how you feel. I’m sure that he likes you too.”

“If he liked me, then he wouldn’t be kissing Francesca!”

Y/N exhales, as Savannah gulps, not knowing what to respond. “Y/N, I – I swear, he’s crazy about you. I don’t know what happened between last Friday and today, but I swear – the Charlie that I know – has eyes for no one but you.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, feeling a pang in her heart at Savannah’s words. “Savannah, we kissed and then he ghosted me for a day and now he’s posting pictures of him kissing another girl! I think he has eyes for everyone!”

Savannah bites her lower lip, not knowing what to respond, again. Her best friend feels tears prick at the back of her eyes when she says, “Maybe I’m a bad kisser.”

Savannah’s eyes widen, and she sits up, straight. “No. No. Babe, no. Don’t say that, ever. You’re a great kisser, okay! You’re an amazing kisser. Your lips are fine as hell, believe me. He’s the one with crusty ass lips. They’re not even lips, they look like… like… peanuts.”

Y/N stares at her best friend for a moment, before saying, “Peanuts, Sav? Really?”

“It’s the first thing that came into my mind!” She says defensively, before the girls break into a fit of laughter.

“I’m never talking to him again, ever.” Y/N says after they’ve calmed down. “I’m never even gonna look in his direction. Fucking asshole.”

*

Charlie sighs, taking another sip of his coffee. It’s eight in the morning, and he’s normally a morning person – he loves the mornings, the peace, the quiet, and the feeling that comes along with it more than anything, but right now, he just feels… sad.

On regular days, he would be talking to his best friend, Y/N, about everything that’s on his mind. But today’s different.

Last Friday, Y/N kissed him, and long story sort, it was the best thing that’s ever happened to him. After work that day, they went to get some food at a drive through, like they usually do. All throughout the ride, they made plans to go hiking once the production for season two finishes. She drove the car to a lookout, and oh, god, it was so pretty. The midnight sky was littered with stars, and since they were at the edge of town, there was less pollution, and they could see bits of the galaxy, too.

But, for some reason, the girl next to him seemed more beautiful than anything he’s ever seen, and after they finished eating, he just sat and stared at her talk about the last book that she’d read, for a while. He knows that it was terrible that he wasn’t listening – but how could he pay attention to anything when she looked like that, especially with passion illuminating her face like times square on New Year’s Eve?

She had looked at him as if he’d just grown a third head. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Li – like what?” He’d asked, embarrassed to be blatantly caught.

“Like that…” She’d said and kissed him, and it felt like he was seeing colour for the first time. Although, the next day, everything turned to shit.

Now, it’s Monday, and she’s nowhere to be seen. He desperately wants to know if his and Owen’s plan actually worked (no reason that it wouldn’t), and he feels so impatient right now, and he misses her. Also, his massive hangover isn’t helping, either.

He hears his name being called, and sees Kenny smiling at him.

“Hey, so we’re gonna do a different scene today, since Y/N and Savannah are out, is that okay with you?”

His heart races. “What happened to them?”

“Y/N’s sick, and Savannah’s taking care of her.”

“Oh. Yeah, it’s okay with me.” He says, feeling his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach.

*

“This is the last time I’m asking you this…” Y/N sings, wiping her nose with the sleeve of her sweater.

“Put my name at the top of your list!” Savannah sings, using Y/N’s straightener as a mic.

“This is the last time I’m asking you why!” Madison joins.

“You break my heart in the blink of an eye, eye, eye!” Jadah sings, jumping on the bed.

As the second verse comes on, the girls sit on Y/N’s bed, huddled close to each other.

“You know, I’m feeling better now than I did when I woke up.” Y/N says, resting her chin on her knees.

“Taylor Swift can fix anything.” Madison says, leaning her head on Y/N’s shoulder.

She nods. “And y’all. Thanks for being here.”

Jadah grins, wrapping an arm around her. “We couldn’t let you have a pity party all alone!”

Savannah laughs. “I’m gonna kill him, I swear.”

“As relieving as that would be, don’t. I’ve decided what I should do.”

Madison quirks a brow. “You’re gonna kill him yourself?”

“Madi! No. I’m gonna distance myself.”

Savannah tilts her head. “I think that maybe you two should talk it out.”

“I don’t think so. I need space, time to figure it out. My head feels like a mess. And I respect him and Francesca, and I’m not gonna dip my toes between them.”

The other girls solemnly nod their head.

“You do realize that that’s not actually the saying?” Jadah says, after a while.

“Don’t embarrass me, kid.”

*

Charlie exhales, watching his breath crystallize to tiny ice particles in front of him. Even though, he’s a Canadian, he still feels cold. Although maybe it’s not due to the weather, but due to the coldness in Y/N’s eyes.

He watches her chat with Jeremy a few feet away, both of them discussing something that is out of bounds to him. He knows that it’s probably decisions regarding their characters, considering Y/N’s character is Jeremy’s character, Reggie’s love interest, but a part of him feels like it’s shit about him.

He has no reason to feel that way, of course. He hasn’t spoken to Y/N in four days, and this morning, when he saw her after for what feels to be eternity, he was blatantly ignored. He had only watched helplessly as Y/N exited the room the moment he entered and had sunk into his chair feeling like absolute shit, especially with everyone’s pitiful stares.

Charlie’s mind keeps replaying each moment, torturing over every tiny detail, wondering what he did wrong.

And that’s when it hits him: she really doesn’t want him anymore.

Last Saturday, he had hopelessly watched her with her long-term boyfriend of god-knows-how-long – he had come to surprise her on set, and it was Charlie that was more surprised. Because he thought that they were over, for good. And it wasn’t like they seemed like they weren’t dating. They were acting just like they used to when they were dating, and he was too close to her for his comfort. They still laughed the same, joked around the same, and were just as inseparable as they used to be.

A question kept rising in Charlie’s mind, like an icicle to his heart: why would she kiss him when she already had someone else? Why would she give him hope, and then take it all away? Why would she dangle his hurt in front of him?

So, he decided to give her a taste of her own medicine, and posted a picture with Francesca, his high school friend, who he had run into that night.

Owen sinks into the chair beside Charlie. “You okay?”

“I’m starting to believe that our plan didn’t work.”

*

“Hey, uh, Y/N?”

The girl in question hears Charlie’s voice, and turns around, avoiding looking into his eyes.

“Can we talk?” He says, and for a moment, her defences are down again. He looks so… tired, almost like he’s going through the same things that she is. Almost like there’s an explanation as to why he broke her heart, why he ruined something that had the potential to be extraordinary, why he made her feel so bad about herself.

And she almost believes it, too. Like the fool she is.

She presses her lips into a thin line, and says, “Nothing to talk about.”

As Charlie opens his mouth to protest, she smiles and walks away.

*

“Okay, Charlie, you two need to talk it out. This is too much. Both of you are obviously hurting, and there’s obviously some serious miscommunication here.”

Charlie shakes his head at Savannah’s words. “She hates me.”

“No. She could never hate you.” She says, thrusting her phone in Charlie’s face. His eyes squint to read the text on the screen – from Y/N.

Sorry – forgot to leave a note. Drove down to Dad’s, gonna stay here for a while. It’s too painful – honestly, you know what? I’m still very, very, very mad at him. But I’m also missing him very, very, very much. So, I need to flush it out. Flush him out. He might be a jerk, but he’s still one of the best people that I’ve ever met. Love you, okay? Will return when the time is right.

Charlie’s eyes widen, and he stares at Savannah’s face for a while. “There – there is still hope!”

She nods frantically. “You should call her –”

“I’m gonna drive down to her dad’s house, too!”

“That works, too.”

*

A frantic knock on the front door pulls Y/N from her thoughts. She stops typing on her keyboard, and flips the lid shut, keeping it on the dining table in front of her.

She runs to her dad’s door, knowing that it’s him, back from his shopping. She opens the door, saying, “Let me take those for – Charlie?!”

Y/N’s heart swells at his sight as he grins sheepishly.

“So, there’s been some misunderstandings… can I come in?” He asks, and Y/N pauses, considering.

He sighs, and adds, “Please?”

She stares at him.

He juts his bottom lip out. “Pretty please?”

“Fine, come in.”

He closes the door behind him, wordlessly following Y/N, who feels like she might hurl right now. They sit on the couch, and it’s really, really awkward for a few seconds.

Y/N sighs. “You said you –”

“Yes. Yes, yeah. OK, so – I, uh, I –”

She couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Why would you do that to me? Do I really mean that little to you?”

“I could say the same about you!”

“Really?”

“Yes! I saw you with Shahid that day, I know that you two are back together –”

“Shahid?!”

“Yes!”

She stares at him, baffled.

“So…so… Francesca….”

“I only posted the picture to make you jealous! She asked me if I wanted to go out with her and the rest of my high school friends, and of course I went, and she saw that I was being a little… unsocial. So, I told her about how the girl that I’m completely crazy about has a boyfriend! And a long term one at that, too! And then Owen came up with a brilliant plan, and I guess you know what it was. Now, I’m realizing that it might not have worked.”

She stares at him for a moment, before she bursts out laughing. Charlie throws her a confused look.

“You – you thought that Shahid – Shahid, my best friend since we were in nappies, Shahid who is married to this amazing man, and at whose wedding I was the maid of honour – you thought that I was dating him?”

“He’s gay?!”

“Bisexual. Oh my god, I have to tell him. This is hilarious.”

Charlie bites the corner of his lower lip, feeling his cheeks heat up. “This is really embarrassing. But you two act like you’re dating!”

“No, we don’t. You’re just being insecure and jealous. I’ve known him forever, and yes, I am the most comfortable around him. Because he’s my family. He’s my brother. Oh, god, I can’t believe that you were jealous of him – wait, have you thought that we were dating this whole time?”

“Kind of. I thought you guys broke up when he didn’t visit you on set during the first two months of production.”

“He was helping feed kids in Somali.”

“Oh. Oh. God, I feel so –”

“Dumb? That’s because you are.”

He grins sheepishly, his cheeks crimson.

Y/N smiles. “But I forgive you. And I wouldn’t mind if you took me on a proper date this time.”

“Deal. Also, promise that we’ll always talk it out before… you know… doing anything?”

She laughs, and nods. He wraps his pinkie finger around hers.

“Well, Owen’s plan did kind of work, though.”

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Bickering Waltz

Hey guys! Okay, so we all know the daydream about getting trapped in a dramatic waltz with your enemy at a big fancy ball, right? Allow me to tell you the quick version of mine. Hope y’all enjoy!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested: No

Warnings: Maybe a swear word or two?? Pretty short bc I’m sleepy

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Draco wrapped his hand around your waist, almost possessively digging his fingers in just a little too hard and looking down at you with a smile that would seem charming to anyone else. To you, it was cutting and mean. Very much the cat who caught the canary. You smiled back while crushing his hand in your own. 

“I’ll give you the pleasure of one last dance, (L/N),” he muttered against your ear, looking a little too pleased with himself. 

“You think you’ll be able to pry yourself away from me by the end?” you asked.

“Meaning?” Leading you into a graceful turn, he raised an eyebrow at you. The breezy calm to your tone had thrown him. Usually, you would have had a bitting reply. One that would be the beginning of a full night of arguing back and forth over the heads of stupid party-goers and under the radar of your watchful parents. 

“You’re hopelessly attracted to me.” It was a statement. 

“Don’t make me laugh,” he snarled. 

“We both know you’re panting to get your hands on me any chance you get. It would be cute if it wasn’t so pathetic,” you said. Eyes darkening, he fixed a nicer smile on his face as the two of you whirled by his parents. Even your face molded itself into the picture of upper-class, vapid happiness. It was the game you played. Dangerous and hidden in plain sight under those expressions. As soon as you turned away, his expression changed. 

“You speak as though anyone would actually want to touch you. I can practically feel my skin blistering from the contact,” he said. 

“So you are hot for me,” you teased. The banter faltered as your comment caught him off guard. 

“I don’t know where you got the disgusting idea that I want anything to do with you when I would rather be dancing with anyone else,” he said, pink blazing high on his cheekbones. 

“If you weren’t dancing with me, you’d actually have to dance with your girlfriend,” you said, nodding towards Pansy, who, while not his girlfriend, looked positively green with envy. 

“Don’t remind me,” he grumbled. 

“Aww, don’t be shy,” you laughed. 

“Shut your mouth, (L/N), before I shut it for you,” he threatened. Your heart thudded against your ribs. A slow smile spread across your face despite the feeling. 

“Are you that desperate to kiss me?” 

For a moment, the ballroom and all the irrelevant faceless people vanished. Pansy Parkinson disappeared. Even the watchful eyes of your parents were lifted from you. It was just you and Draco. Neither of you spoke. You could feel him searching your face, debating something with himself. He tightened his arm, pulling you flush against his chest as the two of you fell into another turn. Meeting his stormy grey eyes, the music came to a crescendo, and his lips were on yours.

The feeling was hot and exciting and new, sending blood roaring in your ears. All your petty arguments, the barely restrained animosity, had been building to that—the moment where one of you finally broke. Suddenly, you could feel all their damned eyes on you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not with Draco holding you to him, mouth crushed against your own, finally kissing you with reckless abandon. Had you been a little more decent, you might have pushed him away, but you wrapped your arms around his neck. You never wanted to stop. You wanted to dance with him, bicker, and kiss for the rest of your life. Or at least for the small lifetime, the moment lasted before you inevitably parted. When you finally did, he looked down at you, dazed. Apparently surprised by his own actions. 

“Well, are you going to do it again?” you challenged in a low voice, a smirk tugging across your lips. 

“Don’t tempt me,” he said, mirroring your expression. 

“It’s not my fault that you can’t get ahold of yourself,” you said. 

“But it will be your problem,” he replied. 

“I was right then. You couldn’t pry yourself away from me after my ‘last dance’,” you teased, pulling yourself out of his arms. 

Smiling, you walked into the crowd of stunned guests, heading for the exit. You couldn’t see any point in staying now that the people had something to gossip about. Besides, you’d come into something, someone, far more interesting. Draco appeared at your side as you tossed open the large doors. You knew he’d follow. It wouldn’t have been like him to let you get the last word. 

#a bitch can dream #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x reader imagine #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader oneshot #draco malfoy x reader fluff #draco malfoy #draco malfoy oneshot #draco imagine #draco malfoy x reader blurb #harry potter #harry potter imagine #hp

[tomhollandstrash]

Nice

Here’s another friends to lovers trope. I’ve just been really in the mood to write about it lately! I hope y’all enjoy!

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Peter, what are you doing?” You raised your eyebrow, watching Peter frantically digging through his backpack. 

“Ugh,” Peter groaned, removing his hands from his bag before resting his forehead in his hands. “I lost it,” 

“Lost what?” You asked, sitting in the desk next to him. 

“My pen,” He grumbled.

“You lost your pen? Pete, you can just borrow one of mine,” You chuckled at your friend’s antics before passing him your favorite teal pen.

“Your favorite pen?” Peter blinked as he took the pen from you.

“Yeah, so you better give it back after class,” You poked him in the side and gave him the sternest look you could muster.

“You’re so nice, y/n” Peter smiled, settling into his seat, ready for class.

—

"What are you doing tonight?" you asked Peter as the two of you walked out of the classroom.

You and Peter have been close ever since you were partners in biology last year. As it turned out, the two of you had a lot in common. You both enjoyed the same kinds of music, although you always argued about-who had the better taste. Peter never failed to brighten your day. He was always helping you with your schoolwork or telling you stupid jokes he'd picked up off the internet. You also knew that he trusted you deeply. You can still remember the night he told you that he was Spider-Man. Peter said he wanted to tell you because he knew that you were one one of his most trustworthy friends. Only you and Ned knew that particular secret.

Although you were glad that Peter felt like he could trust you with anything, sometimes you were privy to information that you didn't care to know. For example, Peter's massive crush on Liz Allan. Liz was great; she was the total package. She was beautiful, smart, and kind. You couldn't pin point exactly what it was that irritated you so much about Peter's crush on her. You always told yourself that it was simply because Peter was annoyingly lovesick over her. That was definitely it. It wasn't because you had any kind of romantic feelings for one of your closest friends. Definitely and absolutely not that. Besides, you and Liz were friendly with each other. All you could hope for was for your friends to be happy; and Liz certainly seemed to make Peter happy.

"I think I'm going to ask Liz if she wants to hang out tonight" Peter gushed nervously.

" That's great, Pete” you replied through a tight lipped smile.

There was that weird feeling again. If you weren't absolutely certain that you didn't have feelings for Peter, you would have mistaken that feeling for jealousy. There was nothing to be jealous of.

" Yeah, hopefully she'll say yes" Peter said as the two of you arrived at your lockers.

—

You put your chin in your palm as your elbow rested against the cool linoleum countertop. Since you had no other plans for the right, you decided to pick up an extra shift at the local coffee shop you worked at. The coffee shop wasn't too busy tonight, though you weren't particularly surprised. The only people who frequented the shop at 9pm on a Friday night were you and the extra studious college students. You were about to begin cleaning up when you heard the bell on the door ring and the sounds of laughter filling the air. You stood up and straightened out your apron, ready to greet the newcomers.

" Welcome to bi-" You began but stopped when you saw who your new customers were. " oh, hey Peter, Liz”

' She must have said yes' you thought somewhat bitterly to yourself. When you looked at them, you saw that they were linking elbows and looked like they were having the time of their lives. Peter was practically glowing he looked so happy.

" Hi y/n!” Peter greeted you after his Liz induced giggles subsided.

" What can I get you guys? " you asked, rocking back and forth on your feet. You hated how awkward you were being in this moment. It's not like you liked Peter like that.

" Can we just get two not chocolates, please?" Liz requested kindly.

"Sure,” you replied as you began to take out the necessary ingredients. "it's on the house"

"Thats so nice!” Peter grinned at you. “You’re so nice, y/n”

You tried to hold in your sigh. Was that really all you were to Peter? Just someone who was nice?

“ No problem, I'll bring you your drinks when they're ready" You said with a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes.

"Thank you!" Liz smiled at you as she whisked Peter away to a cozy table.

As you made their drinks, you couldn't help but steal glances at them. Why couldn't you find it in yourself to be happy for Peter? He'd been mooning over Liz for the past few months, and he looked undeniably happy. You frowned slightly as you watched Peter let out a full bellied-laugh at something Liz said to him. After you dropped their drinks off at their table, you went into the back to clean, preferring to avoid the love fest happening in front of you. Once they left with a cheerful wave to you, you turned the lights off and walked home trying to forget the Peter sized pit in your stomach.

—

In the weeks following Peter's date with Liz, they began officially dating. While you and Peter used to hang out most days after school, you weren't seeing much of each other these days. As far as you knew, Peter and Liz were still going strong. In all honesty you tried to avoid the topic whenever you and Peter had time to talk. In the time Liz and Peter had been dating, you had come to terms with the fact that you had feelings for Peter Parker. It wasn't something you liked to admit to yourself. How typical it was to be a person hopelessly in love with your oblivious best friend. And while rationally you knew you would just have to accept it, it sure didn't take the sting out of your best friend being in love with someone else.

“ Hi y/n!"

"Jeez Peter," You shouted and placed a hand over your racing heart. “You scared the shit out of me,”

“Sorry,” He smiled sheepishly as he smoothed out his messy hair. “What are you up to tonight?"

"I thought you had plans with Liz tonight?” You asked with a raised brow.

"I did but she bailed " Peter said, suddenly getting quiet.

“In that case, I’m free tonight,” You replied, making a mental note to ask him about why he’s acting weird later.

“Pizza and movie at my place?” He asked, his bright smile returning.

“Sounds like a plan, Parker,” You smiled at him before heading off to your next class.

The end of the day couldn't come fast enough. Not only were you excited to spend some quality time with Peter, you were also exhausted. Your teachers had been piling on the assignments and you couldn't wait to take a well- earned break.

You walked over to Peter’s apartment building and picked up a pizza on the way there. Even if Peter didn’t return your feelings, you had to admit that you missed hanging out with him like this. You missed the nights spent eating pizza and watching cringe horror movies, enjoying each other’s company. You wondered if you’d ever tell Peter how you felt about him. In all honesty, you didn’t know whether you would or not. On the one hand, you’d never know if he felt the same way if you never talked to him about it. On the other hand, you were almost sure he didn’t feel the same way and you didn’t want the verbal confirmation that he didn’t. 

“Hey, Pete! I have pizza,” You said through the door as your knuckles tapped the surface a few times. 

“Hi, y/n! Come on in,” Peter opened the door with a grin before taking the pizza box out of your hands. 

"what are we watching?" you asked as you took off your jacket.

"I don't remember what it's called," Peter admitted, helping himself to a slice of pizza. "I know that it's a Romanian film of some kind,"

"Well, I’m definitely intrigued!” You let out a light laugh, missing now Peter beamed when he heard the beautiful sound of your laughter.

—

“I was not expecting that ending,” Peter said looking blankly at the now dark screen.

“That was certainly something,” You nodded in agreement.

The two of you were seated comfortably on the couch, Peter's arm resting on the cushions behind you, both of your legs sharing a cozy blanket. You stretched and yawned, checking the time. It was getting late but you weren't quite ready to leave Peter or the coziness of the blanket. Peter glanced at you and subconsciously scooted his body closer to yours. He wasn’t sure when it happened, but he started to see you as something more than a friend. At first Peter thought maybe the way he felt about you was like family, but he quickly realized he was in big trouble because he like-liked you. Peter Parker had a full on crush on you, his best friend. It made Peter feel guilty having these feelings for you while he was with Liz. When he said Liz bailed earlier, it wasn’t because she had something going on, it was because they decided to break up. Peter decided not to bring it up unless you did out of fear of making things weird.

“Hey, Peter?” You sat up a little straighter to look at him.

“Yeah?” Peter looked at you.

“When I mentioned Liz earlier today, you got all quiet and weird. Is everything okay?” You bit your lip, anticipating what his answer would be.

“We uh, we broke up,” Peter cleared his throat awkwardly, looking everywhere but at you.

“Oh...” You trailed off. “I’m sorry to hear that, I know you really liked her,”

It was an entirely bittersweet feeling to hear Peter say that he and Liz were no longer dating. Bitter because you knew that Peter was probably hurting and he was your friend before anything else, no matter how much you wanted to be more. Sweet because maybe, just maybe, you had some kind of chance with him.

“Y/n? Can I tell you something?” Peter broke the silence that had fallen between the two of you.

You nodded in his direction in affirmation, not trusting your own voice not to waver. The way he was looking at you was making you nervous. He looked like he had something serious to tell you. Peter gave you the same look the night he told you that he was Spider-Man. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but what if he was going to confess his love for you? What if this is the day the two of you cross the line from friendship into something more? It was more than enough to cause your palms to sweat and your heart to beat faster.

“I like you,” Peter breathed out, looking just as nervous as you felt.

“I like you too, Pete,” You replied, not fully understanding what he was trying to say to you.

“I mean that I like you in a love kind of way,” he said almost inaudibly. Although it was quiet, you heard him and you knew you heard him correctly.

You honestly couldn’t believe it. Here you were sitting in your best friend’s living room and he was confessing his feelings for you. This was a scenario you’d daydream about but it wasn’t something you thought would ever happen. Now that you’re in the moment, you don’t know what to say or how you should react. It’s so much better than you could have ever imagined it. Those words falling from Peter’s lips made your heart explode from fullness.

“I, uh, I like you like that too,” you said bashfully, biting your lip to keep your smile from growing too wide.

Peter let out the breath that he was holding before wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug, breathing you in.

“I so glad you feel the same way, I was starting to think you weren’t going to respond,” Peter laughed, wiping pretend sweat from his forehead.

“I didn’t know what to say, I’ve liked you since forever!” You laughed, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Since forever, huh?” He smiled that dumb adorable smile you fell in love with and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well, maybe not forever, but almost,” you chuckled before planting a quick kiss on the tip of his nose.

That night didn’t end in the way you expected it to when you originally agreed to hang out with Peter, but you couldn’t have asked for a more perfect ending. The two of you talked until the early morning hours, nothing changing between the two of you except becoming more in love with one another.

—

#peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #avengers imagine #avengers x reader #peter parker reader insert #tom holland reader insert

[curiosi-tea-writes]

Painfully Slow

Pairing: Din Djarin / Cobb Vanth

Setting: Modern AU

Word Count: 2963

Warning: Pining angst

Summary: Cobb has spent months pushing Din to give a dating app a chance. Din assumed that was his que to assume Cobb didn’t feel the same way about him. Really, Cobb just wants Din to be happy even if it’s not with him. It took Grogu wanting to dye his hair for them to finally come to terms with the truth.

Note: @intricatecakes and @amassinganarmada helped me greatly with this fic so thanks y’all!

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It started not long after they’d met. Din spent over an hour one afternoon over coffee venting about how he hadn’t had a significant other in years - not since he had adopted Grogu. So Cobb, only wishing to be a good friend, gave him a hand. 

He helped him set up his dating app profile. He gave his honest opinion on Din’s matches when it was asked of him, and kept his mouth shut when it wasn’t, no matter what he thought. He babysat Grogu on date nights, always leaving Friday evenings free, just in case. He really tried his best to hype up every single date Din went on. But he was also always there in the evening when he got home to wait until Grogu went to bed and sit at the kitchen counter with ice cream and an open mind willing to hear Din tell him exactly what went wrong with that night’s date.

He hadn’t loved Din in the beginning. He didn’t love Din when he insisted he join that stupid dating app. 

He didn’t realize until after, and he realized it slowly. When Din came home and immediately swept Grogu up into his arms, smiling brightly no matter how solemn he looked when he had first walked in. It was when Din invited him to the kid’s museum with him and Grogu and he found himself unable to say no to either of them. It was when he would get a text from Din saying the date was terrible and he’d put on the coffee pot and set up the living room for a movie because that’s just what he knew Din needed. It happened slowly - painfully slow. But Cobb adored Grogu....and without a doubt loved Din.

But he knew Din didn’t love him back. If he did, he wouldn’t continue to go on dates. He would say something. Din’s the most straight forward person Cobb knew and he couldn’t find it within himself to imagine that if Din reciprocated his feelings, he would keep it to himself. 

One night, long after Grogu had gone to sleep, Din asked him the one question he didn’t have a proper answer to.

“Why aren’t *you* dating anyone?”

Cobb stuttered for a moment, attempting not to choke on his ice cream. “Excuse me?” he coughed out.

Din just smiled back. “I mean, you push me and push me to go on these dates every week. The entire time I’ve known you, though, you have never been on a single date. Why?”

He took another bite of ice cream as he considered his response. “The person I’m interested in,” he answered with a sigh, “isn’t interested in me.”

Din processed the answer for a moment, silence fell between them. Finally Din gave his own sigh. “How do you know?”

Cobb scoffed. “Because if they did, why wouldn’t they have asked me out already?”

“You could ask them out, you know,” Din suggested with a smirk.

“I can’t,” Cobb whispered sadly, shaking his head. When he met Din’s eyes he couldn’t hold it and looked down at his ice cream. “I’d rather keep them as a friend I pine after hopelessly than ruin a friendship should they reject me.”

Din nodded sadly even if Cobb couldn’t see it. “That’s fair.”

“Cobb,” Grogu called as he entered the living room where Cobb was sitting, lost in thought. 

“Yeah, what’s up, Kid?” Cobb asked quickly, worried he had missed something important while thinking about his situation.

Grogu gave him a smile that Cobb knew meant he was about to ask a question that could potentially get him in trouble. But Grogu also knew, and Din and Cobb were both fully aware, that they could never say no to him.

“I want to dye my hair.”

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Din did miss dating but not like this. He didn’t miss seeing a new person every week. He didn’t miss having to find new restaurants to visit. He didn’t miss having to awkwardly get to know someone. 

He missed the late night movies a couple of months in, where both members are comfortable and cuddled up against one another. He missed good morning and good night texts because he wanted them to be the first and last person he spoke to in the day. He missed lending jackets, quirky museum dates, walks in the rain. He missed the simple parts of the relationship.

It dawned on him slowly why none of his dates worked out. It didn’t hit him until well after he had already started his endeavor of the dating app. 

It was when he came home one evening to see Cobb and Grogu cuddled on the sofa fast asleep and all he could bring himself to do was cover them with a blanket and let them sleep. It was when he came home and saw Cobb wearing one of his hoodies, hanging loosely on him because he was thinner, and Din thought he looked absolutely precious. It was when he realized that Cobb said yes to every outing, every movie night, every chance to see Grogu because he adored that kid as much as Din did. It happened slowly....painfully slow. Din realized why none of his dates ever worked out. Because none of them were Cobb.

But he knew Cobb didn’t feel the same way. If he did, why had he pushed Din to go on all those dates? Din always listened sadly to Cobb hype up his dates, always gave a sad smile when Cobb all but shooed him out the door so he wouldn’t be late. Just once, he wished Cobb would tell him to stay in the evening and the three of them could watch a movie. He wished Cobb would tell him to start the coffee and they’d just sit and chat. He wished, every single Friday evening, that Cobb would simply say, “Don’t go.”

But he never did. 

Din trudged down the hall thinking about all this as he came home from a particularly terrible date. If there was any day he desperately wanted some ice cream and a good conversation with Cobb, it was now.

He opened the door and called out his greeting to his best friend and son and was surprised by what greeted him back. Grogu ran up to him, throwing himself into Din's arms.

"Papa! Look what me and Cobb did today!" Grogu jumped up and down excitedly clapping his hands together. He looked the happiest Din had ever seen him besides the day he signed the adoption papers. But Din was struck silent.

Grogu's naturally very light hair was dyed green.

"He just," Cobb started from the hallway, leaning his shoulder against the wall, scratching the back of his neck, "he really wanted to. I couldn't say no." Din's expression didn't change from the shocked one he had when he entered so he continued in a hurry, "It washes out, I swear! It'll be gone in like a month."

Din finally shook his mind clear of the shock and smiled down at his son. "It suits you," he managed with a chuckle and was rewarded with a crushing hug before Grogu ran off to the living room to finish what he was doing before Din came home.

“You’re not mad, are you?” Cobb’s typical welcoming smile was absent, replaced with a look of strong anxiety that made Din’s heart break.

“No, of course not,” Din reassured him quickly. “How could I be? Look how happy he is.”

Grogu looked up from his coloring page with a grin. “I wanted Cobb to dye his hair too, Papa.”

Din laughed. “Oh yeah? Did he say no?” Grogu nodded sadly.

“Gonna break my heart, Kid,” Cobb chuckled, dramatically placing his hand on his chest in mock agony. That earned a laugh from Grogu.

Din laughed as he walked up to Cobb, instantly reaching up to run a hand through his hair. “I don’t know, maybe a streak of green would suit you. Don’t you think, Grogu?” He looked away from Cobb’s hair to glance over his shoulder to his son.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Grogu cheered, jumping to his feet clapping again.

Din laughed at his son’s excitement and finally looked back to Cobb with a large smile. Suddenly realizing his hand had remained in Cobb’s hair - as soft and smooth as it was - he shyly pulled his hand away and dropped it back to his side. He cleared his throat before giving him a small smirk. “So, what about it?”

Cobb sighed dramatically. “I suppose if Grogu wants me to match, I can match.” Grogu cheered and Din’s smirk turned into a grin as he laughed. “Just a stripe,” Cobb reminded, “and only if you do it for me.”

Din nodded as he felt his heart ache. “That’s something I could do.”

As they walked back to the bathroom, Grogu pulled lightly on his father’s arm, pointing towards the mirror. “Papa, don’t you think I look like an alien now?”

“Yes, you’re my little alien,” Din laughed, ruffling Grogu’s hair.

Cobb laughed as he reached the door, leaning against the doorframe, “Does that make me an alien too?”

“Of course!” Grogu gasped as Cobb sat down on the closed toilet seat and wrapped an already stained towel around his shoulders. “We can do all the alien stuff together! We’ll visit planets and hunt for space monsters-”

“What am I doing while you two are off hunting space monsters?” Din asked as he put on a pair of gloves.

Though he had addressed Grogu, Cobb was the one to answer, “You’re piloting the flying saucer, of course.”

“Yeah!” Grogu yelled with a bounce.

Din could only laugh and shake his head. “God, I love you two.” It was out before he had even processed the words in his head. He was thankful that he back was turned slightly to Cobb as he was arranging the counter space for their project because he wasn’t sure he could have masked the emotion that he knew must have shown as he spoke the words. 

“We love you too, Papa,” Grogu laughed as he wrapped his arms around Din’s legs. He stayed there for a moment before pulling away, looking sadly at Cobb. “Aren’t you gonna say it too?”

Din opened his mouth to explain to his son that Cobb didn’t have to but Cobb was already clearing his throat. “Yeah, we uh-,” he gave a short chuckle, “we love ya too.” 

‘We,’ Din thought painfully. 

He took a deep breath and took the few steps towards Cobb. He sectioned off the chunk of hair that looked most appropriate. He could feel Cobb’s gaze looking up at him as he gently applied the dye. More than anything though, he could feel his own heart beat thumping in his ears, he felt like he could pass out.

Grogu’s voice overpowered the sound of his pulse, effectively calming him down. “You should dye your hair too, Papa.”

Din scoffed. “I think my hair is a tad too dark to dye it,” he pointed out.

“We could buy bleach,” Cobb offered with a smirk.

Din stared at him, looking slightly horrified. “I am not bleaching my hair, Cobb.”

Cobb tried not to be sad as Din stepped away, missing the feeling of his warmth so close to him. As Din took a step closer to him again, he opened his mouth to ask him what the matter was but the feeling of Din lifting the towel slightly off his shoulder and using it to wipe at his temple made the words fall short. His eyes turned back up toward Din’s, wondering why the other man  wouldn’t meet his gaze. He entertained, for a moment, the thought that Din was mad at him. Then Din’s eyes flickered from this own hand to Cobb’s eyes and the wave of emotion from both of them hit Cobb like a train. 

They held their eyes locked on each other for a moment. Din vaguely heard Grogu leave the bathroom and go back to the living room.  

“Thank you for doing my hair,” Cobb whispered, desperate to keep the moment going.

Din smiled softly. “You asked me to do it and it makes my son happy, my two favorite things to do.”

Din felt his face burning, realizing that he just said he found anything Cobb asked him to do to be his favorite thing. But it was true. He would do anything Cobb asked of him at the drop of a hat. He could never deny that. 

“How was your date?” Cobb asked before mentally scolding himself, clenching his jaw so tightly it hurt. ‘Why did I ask that?’ 

Din cleared his throat, finally breaking the gaze and turning back to the counter to take off his gloves. If he hadn’t he would have seen Cobb lower his head with his eyes closed as he sighed in defeat of himself. “It was like any other,” he mumbled, “not right.”

Cobb lifted his head to see Din turning back to him. “Can I ask ya somethin’?” he asked as he stood and began helping put items on the counter away.

“Yeah,” Din sighed out, leaning his side against the counter to properly face Cobb, “go for it.”

“Why don’t you enjoy any of your dates?” He shrugged as he spoke, mirroring Din’s position against the counter. “You’ve been out with plenty of nice people.”

“I just,” Din gestured with his hand before dropping it in defeat. “I haven’t found the right person.” He wished he could convince himself he couldn’t feel the beginning of tears pricking his eyes. He cleared his throat and looked down at his feet. “Or maybe I have,” he admitted, hoping he wasn’t going to regret it, “I just haven’t done anything about it.” 

Cobb felt his heart break. He couldn’t believe what he was about to say. But Din was his friend above anything else and he wanted nothing more than for him to be happy. So, with that thought in mind, he gave a small sigh and whispered, “Then do something about it.”

There was a moment of silence as Din raised his gaze again and met Cobb’s and both of them took in a gasp. For the first time, they looked at each other and were able to see what the other felt. Cobb finally understood that he was the reason Din didn’t call back any of his dates. Din finally saw that Cobb’s pushing was just to make him happy.

Cobb heard the smallest of a whisper from Din saying something along the lines of, “Screw it,” before Din’s cold hand reached behind Cobb’s neck and urged him forward. Cobb took a step forward and so did Din and their lips finally connected. Cobb reached up and placed one hand on Din’s raised arm while his other hand found a place on Din’s shoulder. Neither knew quite how long they stayed like that, just enjoying their first kiss, their second, their third. 

They broke apart only when Grogu called for Din from the living room. Their lips less than an inch apart, Cobb could feel Din’s laughter on his face and he smiled. 

“I suppose I should go see what my son needs,” Din whispered. 

Cobb nodded slightly. “I’m sure the dye has set long enough, I should go wash it.” 

Neither moved for a moment, both wanting nothing more than to lean forward again and resume their connection. Another, “Papa,” was called from down the hallways and Din nodded. He leaned forward quickly and placed one last soft kiss on Cobb’s lips before turning around and headed towards his son. 

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“Papa, can we watch a movie tonight?” Grogu asked as he finished up his dessert from dinner. 

Din chuckled and nodded. “Sure, Kid.” He turned to Cobb who was leaning on the table, resting his chin in his hand, just admiring Din. “Are you staying?” 

“Only if you’d like me to,” Cobb replied softly. When Din nodded with a smile he stood up and began looking for popcorn. 

Once blankets were retrieved from the rooms and popcorn had been made, the three of them sat down on the sofa. Grogu sat between the two men, the bowl of popcorn in his lap, waiting excitedly for Cobb to start the movie. 

“You know,” Din started as Cobb began the movie. Cobb’s and Grogu’s attention turned their attention to him and he smiled. “I suppose I could handle bleaching a small streak of my hair. If it meant matching you two.”

Cobb smiled brightly while Grogu cheered happily. Din couldn’t help the smile he gave in return. He really adored them both so much, he’d do anything for them. Even dye a green streak in his hair.

As the movie began, Cobb reached his arm around Grogu’s shoulders and let his hand lay gently on the back of Din’s neck. Din leaned into the touch as Cobb’s fingers played lightly with Din’s hair. 

Din’s phone chimed a few minutes into the movie and he shifted slightly to check it. His smile dropped as he saw it was a match on his dating app. He glanced over at Cobb and Grogu chuckling at a joke in the movie that he had missed. He smiled as he unlocked his phone and held down the app. Clicking ‘delete’ was the easiest thing regarding that app he had ever done.

“Everything okay?” Cobb asked as Din tucked his phone away. The concern was clear on his face.

Din smiled brightly as he reached his hand up, taking Cobb’s in his own. He brought his hand to his lips and gently kissed Cobb’s knuckles. “Everything is perfect.”

#I'm sorry dincobb is all I write at this point #Not sorry enough to stop #dincobb #din x cobb #marshalorian #marshmando #din djarin #cobb vanth #the mandalorian #star wars

[paintedlight]

Supernatural Season 15 & Sufjan Stevens' “The Ascension”

Teaser: there’s a song on this album called "Die Happy” where the lyrics are just “I want to die happy” for 5 minutes and 45 seconds. yeah. yeah.

Disclaimer: yes it’s all a stretch and I’m overthinking it but also… am I? (yes) 

long post time! know that reading ahead may hurt you and yes it does get worse the further down the track list you get 💕 have fun kids

So just to start off, I think it’s funny that something Sufjan’s discography & Supernatural have in common is the 15+ years of the internet arguing if it’s gay or not, and the answer ending up being yes. PLUS there’s the obvious connection of American mythos + mythology + calvinist themes (I am hissing) + religious trauma prevalent in both. 

If you’re a fan of both like I am, it’s easy to connect them— notable connections being songs like “John My Beloved” and “The Owl and the Tanager” or even “John Wayne Gacy Jr.”, but I’m going to focus on Sufjan's 2020 album, “The Ascension” since even the arc itself seems so connected to season 15 of Supernatural, specifically. 

At least in my head it does <3 enjoy 

MAKE ME AN OFFER I CANNOT REFUSE

When interviewed about the meaning of this track, Sufjan explains that this song is about asking God, “what do you have to say for humanity?” That it’s about desperation, creation, and devastation. It’s about frustration with divinity. Also the vibes are 10/10. Need I say more 

RUN AWAY WITH ME

This song is beautiful, it makes me want to sit in some grass and stare at the sky. 

Some lines that make me Dean/Cas crazy are the two lines in verse 1 and verse 2 that mirror each other by being in the same place melodically:

Verse 1: they will terrorize us / with new confusion / with the fear of life that seeks to bring despair within

Verse 2: I will bring you life / a new communion / with a paradise that brings the truth to light within

Yeahhh so the words “Despair” and “The Truth” were mirrored in this song yes it was coincidental yes I’m clinging to it. It fascinates me 

But this song is about begging someone to stay with you.

sweet falling remedy / come run away with me / you’re all I ever need

VIDEO GAME

My first thought when I heard this song was about how it was such a song for enneagram 4s. If you don’t know what that means, I think Dean is a 4 and wrote a post about it here. 

AND @trapperjohnmcintyre also made the connection between these lyrics and Dean in this post, and honestly I don’t need to say much more than that??

The song is about feeling paranoid and angry that God is controlling your every move and you can’t escape it (aka hating the doctrine of predestination). Of course it’s also about not wanting to follow societal scripts. 

You just want to have an easier life instead of the weight of good and evil resting on your back!!!

I don’t want to put the devil on a pedestal / I don’t want put the saints in chains / I just want to make my life a little easier / I don’t want to play your video game

Also these painful lines, as a treat: 

I don’t want to love you if you don’t receive it / I don’t want to save the world that way

Oh, I almost forgot, also. At the end, the narrator gives up. He’s like well I guess I can’t escape. Gotta follow the procedure. Gotta be a puppet.

I don’t want it to go down that way / but in a way you gotta follow the procedure / so go ahead and play your video game

  LAMENTATIONS

I don’t have much to say about this one but this line always makes my heart ache idk:

I was only thinking of human kindness

TELL ME YOU LOVE ME

Here we gooooooo. Y’all aren’t ready.

Thesis: Tell me you love me despite the primordial darkness about to overtake me. And even if you don’t, I’m going to love you. 

15x18 Despair anyone?? 

I want to just paste the whole song but, here—

DIE HAPPY

Yep, "Die Happy" immediately follows "Tell Me You Love Me." Yes, the lyrics are just “I want to die happy” over and over for almost 6 minutes. 

First of all, the repetition mirrors the end of the song Fourth of July, from Sufjan’s previous album Carrie & Lowell, where Sufjan sings “we’re all gonna die” over and over.

Parallels, baby.

But I noticed something else about this recently though— in Die Happy, if you are listening to it in your headphones, there’s this weird sound that sounds like a wasp flying around your head (it made me uncomfortable which is why I noticed it, haha). After I felt unnerved for a moment, I had a realization— that this could be referencing one of Sufjan’s most beloved songs, “The Predatory Wasp of the Palisades Is Out To Get Us!!” (yes that’s a real song title lol)

The Predatory Wasp is about how Sufjan fell in love with his best friend at the Bible Camp he went to as a teenager. The wasp is a metaphor for internalized homophobia and also his love and how he fears his love will hurt the boy he’s in love with. 

So, Die Happy references an iconic song from Illinois (2005) with these notable lines:

Tl;dr: 

I want to die happy vs. I can’t explain the state that I’m in / the state of my heart / he was my best friend

Here’s an Despair photoset with Predatory Wasp lyrics via @toneelspeelster. 

ATIVAN

So your best friend has just died happy by being in love with you. You feel like the primordial darkness is on YOU now:

I woke up in stereo—I spent the day in vertigo / I could not get the spirit off my back

You’re once again tossed in the waves of thinking that God is fucking with you. But either way you just want to be tranquilized at this point. 

Is it all for something? Is it all part of a plan / tranquilize me, sanitize me, Ativan

Is it all for nothing? Is it all part of a plan? / make my death wish, mind my business / do the best I can with what I am

Ativan asks, was the true leading woman all this time… substance abuse?? 

Ativan / my leading woman

Long story short, you’re drunk on communion wine, asking the shadows to come back.

fill me with the blood of Jesus / clean my plate 'til he receives us / separate the colors from the black / ... / tell the shadows near us to come back

 URSA MAJOR & LANDSLIDE

Not a lot to say about this (even though I love these songs) so I’m gonna skip mostly, but the narrator has decided he wants to love you, he can’t help it <3 

GILGAMESH

Oh boy. 

I mean you kinda know what’s coming because of the title. The Epic of Gilgamesh is the world’s oldest piece of epic world literature, and Gilgamesh was “the first hero of human history.” 

In the world’s oldest story, The Epic of Gilgamesh, Gilgamesh and Enkidu are “very close friends” (their relationship is very homoerotic and this is barely disputed). Gilgamesh calls Enkidu his brother, and they are mutually selfless towards each other but when Enkidu dies, indirectly because of Gilgamesh, Gilgamesh has a breakdown and mourns him like that of a spouse and then has to come to terms with his own mortality. 

The meta level of this is so obvious I’m not even going to go into it. Anyways… here are lyrics that make me want to scream! 

the repetition of “my heart”... the concept of singing a eulogy.... saying your heart is chained to Your Angel............ it hurts

DEATH STAR

Star Wars reference my beloved. Like many of these songs this has Fuck You God energy.

what you call the human race / expedite the judgement day / it’s your own damn head on that plate

vandalize what you create / ... / witness me resist your fate / it’s your own damn head on that plate

 GOODBYE TO ALL THAT

This song is a bop honestly 

When the lyrics were released a bunch of Sufjan fans contrasted Goodbye To All That’s here I am alone in my car / hopelessly infatuted / and I’m driving to wherever you are to Sufjan & Moses Sumney’s song, “Make Out in My Car”.

Yeah, I know, we’re all thinking of this:

Make Out in My Car is basically where Moses gave Sufjan a horny car guy chorus and told him to write the verses, and Sufjan proceeded to write the most liturgical shit ever (and we love him for it). ANYWAYS… Goodbye To All That also reminds me of Dean’s depression and the weirdness that started in 15x19 and goes into 15x20. For some reason he makes it seem more upbeat and happy than it is...

Despite this song being a bop, the lyrics are depressing. He’s alone in his car. He’s hopeless. He realizes it’s too late to have died a young man. 

He’s going to try to move on, even though nothing is left of him, he’s begging someone to turn around and show me his shadow.

He also references substance abuse again—

love me / and leave me / intoxicated

  SUGAR

The music video? Iconic. The mom of a family is making a pie, or she’s trying to. She ends up rubbing the filling all over her face, crushing the fruits, the oven catches on fire. 

But she does it! She makes the pie. 

Meanwhile the other family members are in their rooms, overindulging in sugar in all its forms. And then as she and her family eat around a dining table, occassionally being seemingly marrioetted by some unseen force, she looks angrily over her family, they all seem to kind of lose it, then the house starts to come apart until the chandelier falls on the dinner table. 

It’s the making pie + overindulgence in sugar + marionetted family metaphors for me ❤️ 

Ultimately, the song is about begging for affection, being desperate for domesticity, but you feel doomed, you feel like your defeat is predestined, that you can’t escape it.

You just don’t want to be heartbroken & you don’t want to be angry anymore!!!!

  THE ASCENSION

So you may be asking… does this guy get the domesticity he’s longing for?? Does he get his love back?? 

No. He dies. :/

The Ascension begins with just that. He’s dying.

THEN Sufjan decides to rhyme “confess” with “confess”, in two lines that mean almost opposite things:

When I am dead / and the light leaves my breast / nothing to be told / nothing to confess / let the record show / what I couldn’t quite confess

So does this guy have something to confess or not??? 👀

Moving on… 

He goes back to thinking about how his life was predestined all along, and now after all that, he’s dying. So he thinks about all the times he was kind of like this Mythological Icon. That he always had to be the one to show what was right, to lead by example. That that had been his entire identity. 

And he realizes he needs to answer for himself. 

Then he is frightened— realizing he was always asking what everything meant, what it all was for, but that all along he was just angry and depressed.

But even though he feels a like he should have just resigned himself to meaninglessness, that he only thought he could change the world for the better… it strengthened him to know the truth.

And even through the absolute shit of it all, and even though God & others did things from a place of so-called holiness and hopelessness...

He did everything out of love ❤️

So then he dies 🙃

AMERICA

So, as the end of The Ascension asked, what now? 

The album ends on this long track, which Sufjan describes as a protest against all that America has been and has become. 

It’s a protest against capitalism, of destroying humanity for the sake of some cold machinery. 

I have worshipped / I believed / I have broke your bread / for a splendor of machinery

And in true Sufjan fashion, he makes this song about protesting somehow both horny and religious, god bless

I have loved you / like a dream / I have kissed your lips / like a Judas in heat

I have worshipped / I have cried / I have put my hands in the wounds on your side / I have tasted of your blood / I have choked on the waters / I abated the flood / I am broken / I am beat / but I will find my way / like a Judas in heat

I am fortune / I am free / I’m like a fever of light / in the land of opportunity / don’t do to me / what you did to America / don’t do to me / what you do to yourself

  to finish out, here’s a DeanCas post by @eggcessive with lyrics from America ❤️ I HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY WEBWEAVING :)

#sufjannatural #sufjanatural #destiel meta #spn #deancas #sufjan #here it is.... my masterpiece #this didn't take as long as you'd think considering all of this has been on the tip of my tongue for months #<3 I hope others freak out along with me <3 I'm obsessed with the album and his voice #I feel kinda weird posting this bc this album also had like a ton of personal spiritual significance to me.... but it's fine #those things can be connected

[kenzieam]

Not You - Chapter One

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I know I’m forgetting people, sorry. If you want in, hit me.

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Rating: M

Warnings: Language, general nuttiness, smut, major angst, drama, potential infidelity

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FEEDBACK IS LIFE, Y’ALL

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So... I know I should be finishing my old stories...

But I’m not, lol. I keep getting new ideas.

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In this one, Bucky finds his dream woman, the one who takes his breath away but what if she’s already taken? What’s more important, your own happiness or the happiness of others, namely your friends? And, if you have to steal it, was it yours to begin with??

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Bucky turned away from the sink, nearly dropping the glass in his hand as his heart exploded into a frantic, startled tattoo.

The girl met his eyes shyly, looking quickly away and Bucky swallowed hard, hearing his pulse hammering in his veins. “Can I help you?” He asked, voice raspy. Christ, in all the time he’d been tending bar he’d never been so simply struck by someone before.

“Um, may I have a white wine, please?” Her voice was soft and cultured, sounding faintly European in the way she pronounced her consonants.

“New around here?” He inquired, if simply to keep from gaping at her simple perfection.

She gave him a guarded smile. “I guess so. I’m supposed to be meeting an… old friend, but there was a mix-up with flights.”

Bucky poured her drink, waved off her money. “On the house,” he pronounced and, this being the fourth double shift he’d worked this week as a favour to his boss and a co-worker with a family emergency, they’d better not squawk going over the receipts later.

“Thank you.” She murmured demurely, lids fluttering closed as she took a sip.

Bucky glanced across the bar, there was no one needing his immediate attention and the siren song of this woman was too strong to ignore. “I’m James.” Somehow his nickname wouldn’t fit the moment, he thought as he extended his hand to her.

She smiled softly, still shy. “Valentina.” She offered after a faint pause, reaching up and taking his hand, he felt her softness against his callouses, a faint tingle where they touched.

Bucky opened his mouth to continue, to ask her more questions about herself, an ember of attraction beginning to glow brightly in his chest. Did she feel it too?

“Hey!” One of the waitresses, Teagan, bellowed from down the bar. “I need four beers!”

It was on the tip of Bucky’s tongue to tell her to come around and grab them herself, but Teagan was a brat who’d either make a mess or take a bottle for herself if he didn’t watch her. Why the boss hadn’t skidded her by now was anyone’s guess, but Bucky imagined it involved a good oral game. At least she’d propositioned him at least once and he’d said hell no.

With an apologetic glance Bucky turned away, quickly filling Teagan’s order but then a crush of orders came in from individuals bellying up to the bar and he was tied up for far longer than he wanted. Finally, he had time and stepped in front of her, noting her empty glass. Valentina was texting, frowning at her screen. She glanced up and startled, an unguarded smile lighting up her face and making Bucky’s heart stutter anew.

“Another?” He managed to ask, voice cracking. Jesus, he’d never been so simply taken by a woman before and he’d spent enough time as a bartender to read her body language too. The feeling was definitely mutual.

“I’ll just have a water, please. My… friend will be done work soon; I should get going.”

Faint panic gripped Bucky’s heart but he made himself pour a water like a sane person. “I, um….” He licked his lips.

“I need an order!” The other waitress, a cougar named Lola, yelled. She would never go behind the bar, preferring to trying to chat up the nearest guy while she waited for Bucky.

Shit. He needed more time.

“I… can I have your number?” He blurted, feeling like a thousand different kinds of fool, mainly a lovestruck one.

Surprise flitted across the girl’s face, then a tentative smile. “I shouldn’t…”

“Please?”

“Hey!” Both Teagan and Lola were there now, hands on jutted-out hips.

“Just give me a minute.” Bucky pleaded, turning away from Valentina and rushing over, mixing drinks like a madman, throwing furious glances at the waitresses, who snapped gum and stared vapidly at his manic movements.

Finally, he thrust the last glass at Teagan then turned back to Valentina, an apology dying on his lips.

She wasn’t there.

He’d missed his chance.

Fuck.

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Her skin was unbelievably soft, her scent a heady mix that made his pulse race and nestled deep in his soul. His body responded to her readily, heart hammering in his chest as he caressed her shoulder, pulled her down to meet his greedy lips. She moaned and writhed against him, grinding her core against his painfully hard cock.

Peeling off her shirt he kissed first one breast than the other, slowing down to lav attention to each when she moaned again, fingers clawing through his hair to hold him close.

“More, god Bucky-” she whimpered, tugging almost painfully at his locks.

“Fuck-” drawing out the curse, morphing it with a groan of need, Bucky rolled, pinning Valentina beneath him. Grinding his hips to hers he reveled in her gasp, her stuttered hitching breath.

He couldn’t wait any longer, pulling at her panties, a feral growl spilling from his lips when she matched him, yanking at his jeans, pushing them down over his ass just enough to free his cock and then he was pushing inside her, into her sweet heat and fighting off his rushing climax at the ecstasy found there.

“God, baby-” he gasped, hips thrusting helplessly, hopelessly caught in sensations and pleasure. Never before had he felt such bliss, been so ensnared in the web of a woman.

Valentina moaned, arching up to pull him deeper, legs wrapping around his hips, tangling with his jeans still bunched there; her voice broke as she whimpered his name, clawing at his face to pull him down to her mouth again, her desperate kiss stealing his breath with it’s intensity.

He could feel his orgasm rising dangerously fast, but he didn’t care, couldn’t and wouldn’t stop such a freight train of heavenly sensations, he only wanted Valentina to crash into the abyss with him.

And then she tensed, walls tightening around him as her own climax hit, crying out his name and dragging him right down with her. With a roar he surrendered, giving into his release with a shudder, face twisting as his cock throbbed almost painfully inside her, spilling his seed in thick pulses-

Bucky startled awake with a gasp, hand still gripping his shaft, the waves of his powerful orgasm still crashing over him and, even as the shudders of pleasure skated across his skin and through his body he winced, feeling a thick, creamy mess pooling on his belly.

Jesus Christ.

He hadn’t had a fucking wet dream in years, and yet ten minutes contact over a bar-top with a beautiful stranger had him spilling in his sleep like a teenager.

Groaning, he glanced down at himself then cursed. Fuck, he had laundry to do now too, he hadn’t shot so huge a load in a long time; fuck, this woman had him all sorts of tangled up.

And all he had was her first name. Not even a goddamn phone number.

Still grumbling, still wincing and cursing himself, Bucky rolled from the bed, used the already soiled sheet to wipe his belly clean then pulled them from the bed and piling them in the corner to launder later, storming nude to the bathroom he and Steve shared in their two-bedroom apartment, not caring whether his oldest friend got an eyeful or not.

Only once the water grew cold from the scalding he’d set it at did Bucky emerge, toweling off and striding back to his room to pull on sweats and grab a coffee. Steve had set some brewing before leaving for his morning run and Bucky needed a hit of caffeine like he needed air.

He’d just taken a sip when the front door opened and Steve walked in, glistening with sweat and still breathing hard.

“Morning,” Bucky grunted.

“Hey, Buck. How’s your morning?”

Trust me punk, you don’t want to know. “Fine.”

“Got to sleep in at least, that your last double shift for a while? What was that anyway, four in a row?” Steve moved past him, pouring an ice water from the fridge, and swallowing half the glass in one go.

Bucky grunted in answer, but Steve had always been the more loquacious of their duo.

“Work tonight?” Steve continued, reaching for a box of cereal.

“Nah, night off.”

“Good, Sam wants us to come over. His girlfriend’s moved back, and he wants us to meet her.”

Bucky frowned, trying to remember. While he was friends with Sam, it was Steve who worked with him and was the closer of the two. Then he remembered, she’d grown up with Sam, gone all through grade school with him, just like him and Steve, and they’d been roommates all through university, also like him and Steve. Apparently, they’d started dating after graduation and, when she’d been offered a special project in Europe almost two years ago, they’d gone long-distance, her moving across the ocean and Sam moving here, becoming immediate friends with Steve when they started working at the same job together.

“What’s her name again?” Bucky asked, not really caring. His mind was still stuck on the mysterious Valentina, not on Sam’s girlfriend, whom he wouldn’t even know from a hole in the ground, he’d never even seen a picture of her before.

“Lev?” Steve replied, quirking a brow. “Something unique like that, yeah… Lev, Sam calls her Levi.” He pronounced it like ‘levee’, shrugging.

Bucky nodded absently, Valentina’s hypnotizing violet eyes holding his attention. God, she’d had the most beautiful eyes, slightly upturned at the corners, long and full lashes; and her hair, an auburn shade like he’d never encountered. Either natural or the best damn dye job he’d ever seen, she’d stood out from the crowd with her looks alone, not even counting the magnetism and aura she gave off…. Christ, he was in trouble.

“You there?” Steve’s amused voice broke in, his punch harmlessly bouncing off Bucky’s powerful shoulder.

“Huh?” Bucky rolled his shoulders, shrugging off the hit. He hadn’t had much of a chance to hit the gym this week, what with working so many doubles in a row, and he needed to go; blasting away all his frustrations and anger lifting weights and hammering at the heavy bags kept him level and calm, soothed the latent edginess of his soul, which had, upon reflection, gone strangely serene last night when he’d laid eyes on Valentina too.

“You’re a million miles away, jerk.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. Just-” he broke off, wiping his mouth with his hand and shaking his head.

“A girl?” There was genuine interest in Steve’s voice; while he didn’t begrudge his oldest friend’s continued one-night stands, he’d always wanted Bucky to find someone to share himself with, someone to soothe the man’s seeming natural-born vulnerability and loneliness that not even close friendships could compensate for.

Bucky felt a thrill at the thought. Yes, this was about a girl. The first time he could honestly say that. His reddening face answered before his mouth could and Steve hooted, slapping him on the same shoulder he’d just punched.

“Really?” The blonde’s eyes were sparkling. “Tell me.” He snagged the milk from the fridge and poured some over his cereal, overfilling it in a way that always made Bucky nervous. The man’s milk to cereal ratio was whack.

Bucky hesitated, struck with the sudden incongruous thought that speaking her name aloud would somehow puncture the spell, convince the universe to rip her away, make her all a figment of Bucky’s imagination.

“Her name’s Valentina.” He couldn’t help a quirk of his lips when Steve let out a girlish squeak and clapped his hands, as if this were the best news he’d heard in years.

“And?” He prompted, leaning against the counter, picking up his bowl of cereal and lifting the spoon to his mouth, brow raised in question.

Bucky let out his breath in a rush, not able to hold it back anymore. “And she’s fucking perfect, man. I mean, I saw her, and it was like… fuck, I mean she just… grabbed me.”

“Like literally?” Steve grinned, milk dribbling off his chin when he gave Bucky a smartass grin.

Bucky rolled his eyes and continued. “No, but Steve…. Her eyes, Jesus, and her smile? I… I didn’t know what to do, it was like I’d just ran into a brick wall or something.”

“And her? What was she like? Was she hit too?”

Bucky nodded slowly, replaying her actions in his head. “Yeah, I think so.” A huge grin split his face and he was suddenly struck with the urge to throw his head back and roar.

“What’d she say? Did you guys talk?”

Bucky shrugged. “We didn’t get much of a chance, I had Teagan and Lola last night-” he threw Steve a look because Steve knew as well as Bucky how useless both waitresses truly were.

“Bummer.”

“Yeah. I asked for her number but then got busy and… fuck man, when I turned back, she was gone.”

“Shitty.” Steve commented, shaking his head.

“I know.” Bucky felt a moment of real panic but forced himself to breathe.

“You want to skip Sam’s tonight? Go over there and see if she comes back?”

He was torn, he really was. Would she be back? For all their pretend animosity, Sam was a real friend to him though, and he hadn’t seen the smirking bastard in a few weeks, he needed to go. “Nah, I should go see Sam, it’s been awhile.”

Steve noticed his struggle and considered. “Chap working today?”

“Yeah,” Bucky replied.

“Ask him to keep an eye out. If she shows, he can give her your number. He owes you.”

He did. “Yeah…. Okay. I got a bunch of errands to run today anyway, I’ll stop by.”

“You want me to wait until you’re back to go to Sam’s?”

Bucky shrugged, they only lived a floor apart, Sam being one down from them, its not like Bucky would get lost, but he appreciated his friend’s consideration. “Yeah, thanks.”

“No problem. I got a few things to wrap up too, see you later?” Steve had finished his cereal and was already walking towards his bedroom. He and Steve had been roommates, in one apartment or another, for years but this was far and away the nicest, a pre-war building neither would be able to afford alone and, until a few months ago, Sam had been in the same boat, but his roomie, a quirky, somewhat eccentric kid named Tony, had left. It was good timing that his girlfriend was moving back now, almost fated.

“Later.” Bucky called, then forced his mind away from Valentina. He’d get nothing done today if he let her stay there.

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Later that night, Bucky followed Steve absently down the flight of stairs to Sam’s floor. He’d gotten all his errands done, convinced Chap to keep an eye out and had even had time to fantasize about Valentina in the shower, groaning her name in release as he’d stroked himself to completion, pulsing his thick seed onto his fingers and the shower floor. He’d leaned his head against the tiled wall, breathing heavily and wishing feverishly for the real thing before straightening with a growl and finishing his shower, body still aching with want.

Steve knocked and waited; usually they’d just knock once and head on it, but neither wanted to walk into something they didn’t want to see.

After a moment, the door was thrown open and Sam’s familiar face split into a huge grin. “Hey!” Always a happy, personable guy, there seemed to be an extra level in him tonight, no doubt finally having his girl back with him. “Sit down,” he pointed to their usual perches on the couch and armchair. “Lev will be right out.” He focused on Bucky. “How you been, man? It’s been a while. Steve says you’ve been pulling doubles down at the bar?”

“Yeah,” Bucky answered, leaning back in the chair, and getting more comfortable. “Chap’s mom fell down and banged herself up some, I took his shifts so he could go help her for a few days.”

“You’re too nice, man.” Sam grinned, shaking his head. “Steve said Teagan and Lola were there? Christ, what a pair.”

Bucky quirked his brow in agreement. “Yeah, it was special all right.”

“Sam?” A female voice called.

“Yeah, baby?” Sam leapt to his feet. “Lev’s pretty jet-lagged, she was sleeping most of the day.” He explained as he disappeared down the hallway. Quiet voices too low to make out floated back but Bucky caught something that sounded like ‘you look fine, baby girl, before Sam reappeared, his huge grin back. He glanced over his shoulder, pulling gently on someone’s hand, then turned back to his friends.

“Steve, Bucky, this is my girlfriend, Lev. Lev, this is Steve and that’s Bucky.” He pointed to each man in turn, but Bucky’s eyes were locked on Lev.

What the hell?

What kind of cosmic fucking joke was this??

Leaning into Sam’s side, nestled into his one-armed embrace but staring at Bucky with shock equal to his, was a heartbreakingly familiar face.

Valentina.

#bucky barnes #au bucky barnes #au bucky #au bucky barnes fanfic #au bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky #bucky barnes angst #au bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes romance #bucky barnes drama #bucky and lev #bucky and levi #au bucky barnes drama

[whitewolfandthefox]

Hey! Would you mind doing Jaskier x reader kinda based off scenario 4? Like, the reader and Jaskier are in an adventure when they're suddenly ambushed, so the reader, no weapon on hand, throws herself between Jaskier and the killing blow? And then sheepishly admits shes loved him enough to die for him for a while now (Up to you if you want fluffy or angsty haha)

Scenario 4: Confessional kiss before battle (didn’t quite follow this!)

Summary: You had been travelling with Jaskier and Geralt for some time now. At some point, you weren’t sure when, you had fallen hopelessly in love with the bard, but he didn’t return your feelings. You had to make a decision, you just weren’t sure what it was yet. 

Words: 4.4k

Warnings: major character injury, angst, whole lotta angst, but I swear it turns fluffy!

A/N. So apparently the people have spoken and y’all have chosen fluff (not that I expected anything different after that last chapter). But knowing me, I couldn’t get away with no angst, so we’ve got a little bit that turns into fluff. Enjoy!

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It’s Only Ever Been You (Jaskier x Reader)

It was supposed to be the day you were finally free of him. You had talked to Geralt, he had known about your feelings for a while after you had gotten drunk one night and poured your heart out to him. Ever since, he had been trying to leave you and Jaskier alone as much as possible, but the oblivious idiot that he was, the bard hadn’t picked up on what you were trying to do. It broke your heart every time he went to bed with another woman, you would mope around until Geralt finally took it upon himself to distract you.

You began learning swordwork, impromptu lessons that had started as an attempt to distract you on Geralt’s part had quickly turned into daily sessions, working on your strength and your technique. Although you weren’t nearly as good as Geralt, you had gotten to the point where you could hold your own and Geralt started trusting you to help him on easier hunts. Geralt had even bought you your own sword so you would have one that was made to your specifications. You were thrilled at this, of course, but crestfallen that Jaskier seemed to lose even more interest in talking to you once you started. You tried telling him about how the lessons went at the end of the day, but he would just brush you off and go find someone else to talk to after his set.

Geralt would try to comfort you but it was no use. Jaskier wouldn’t even talk to you at this point, he would just send you glares from across the room. You were distraught, you had no idea what you had done to deserve this treatment. That night saw you and Geralt sat at a table in the back of the inn while Jaskier performed for the crowd. You were crushed, the bard hadn’t said a word to you all day. Geralt had supplied you with a steady stream of ale that evening, getting you progressively more drunk as the evening progressed.

“I think I need to leave, Geralt.” The man you were addressing looked at you with sad eyes. “I can’t stay here, it hurts too much.” You wouldn’t look up at him, tears dripping down your face as you stared into your mug. It was true, you couldn’t stay. Being ignored by the man you loved and watching him fall into a different bed every night was too much. You didn’t know how much longer you could survive this.

A hand rested on top of yours, causing you to glance up. “Are you sure? I can always knock some sense into the idiot,” Geralt rumbled, sending a sharp glance Jaskier’s way. The bard was oblivious, playing to the inn, enjoying himself the whole while, completely ignorant to the raging torrent of emotion that was you.

Geralt’s remark drew a short laugh from you, which quickly turned into a sob. Your chest squeezed as the bard grinned brightly at his captive audience. You shook your head. “I fear there is nothing to be done. I will travel with you to the next town, finish the contract we took, but after that I will depart. Maybe I can sell my services as a guard.” You squeezed Geralt’s hand. “Thank you, my darling Witcher, for everything you have done for me.”

Geralt grunted, again making you laugh tearfully. You knew he wouldn’t reply, he was still uncomfortable with showing what he was feeling, although he had become more open with you. Standing, you sent one more gland in Jaskier’s direction before gathering your gear off of the bench from where you had set it. “I am going to bed, Geralt, I hope you have a peaceful rest of your night.”

You smiled softly as his brusque nod, accompanied by a quiet “good night,” turning towards the stairs and making your way to your room. You missed Jaskier’s eyes following you across the room as you disappeared down the hallway. Reaching your room, you quickly stripped, washing yourself before you retired to your bed, falling asleep with tears drying on your cheeks.

Your dreams were disturbed that night, tossing and turning, seeing Jaskier and Geralt struck down as you slept. You remember crying out at one point before feeling a soft hand brushing your cheek as lips pressed against your forehead, the presence soothing you. You quieted after that, content in the feeling of security that wrapped around you, brought by the presence in the room. 

You woke early the next morning to see Jaskier still asleep in the other bed and Geralt missing from the room. You dressed quietly before venturing downstairs, seeking out the other man in your party. You found him at a table, a plate of food in front of him. As you sat next to him, the innkeep appeared with another plate, which he set down in front of you. Startled, you thanked him before turning to Geralt who’s lips had quirked upwards. You scoffed and nudged him gently. “I can pay for my own food, thank you very much.”

Geralt didn’t acknowledge you, continuing to eat in silence. You shook your head at him, before focusing on your own food. Geralt had started on his second plate by the time you finished your first, just in time to see Jaskier stumble down the stairs. Mask falling into place, you stood as you gathered your plate. “If you will excuse me, I’m going to go pack my gear.”

You headed for the bar with your dishes, avoiding the bard’s path as he approached Geralt’s table before making your way back to your room. You could hear Jaskier’s voice behind you, “What’s her problem this morning?”

You stopped, hand against your chest as his question pierced your chest, heart clenching at the dismissive tone Jaskier had used. A tear leaked out of your eye as you forced yourself to your room, falling to your knees as you suppressed a sob. You crumpled in on yourself, a flood of emotion finally releasing after you had held it back for such a long time. You quieted after a while, wiping your tears as you heard footsteps coming down the hall.

You kept your back to the door, sorting the things in your room into two piles: a pile for you and a second pile for Geralt and Jaskier. The door opened behind you, the footsteps coming into the room before stopping. It was Jaskier, you wouldn’t have heard Geralt, he made sure to tread lightly, a fact you still couldn’t reconcile with the hulk of a man.

“What are you doing?” The question was shrill, as if Jaskier couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Keeping your back to him, you responded. “I’m sorting our things, you and Geralt will go into one bag and my stuff into another.”

Jaskier approached you. “But why? We’ve never sorted our clothes before, everything’s just always gone in together. If you separate them we will have to bring two bags up, Y/N, not just one. You really should just put everything into the same bag.”

His footsteps came closer, hand appearing in your vision as he reached for one of your shirts to put in with his and Geralt’s things. You snatched the shirt back, stuffing it into your own bag. “I’m leaving Jask, that’s why I’m sorting my clothes! After Geralt and I finish this contract, I’m going off on my own!” You turned to look at the bard, frozen with a look of disbelief on his face.

“You’re - you’re leaving? Just like that?” Jaskier seemed stunned.

“Yes, I’m leaving. I talked to Geralt, and I’m leaving to find my own job. This just isn’t going to work.”

At your words, his face shuttered. “Okay.”

You stood, facing him. “Okay? Just okay? That’s all you have to say?”

“What do you want me to say, Y/N? You’ve obviously made up your mind. Besides, it’ll be one less person to feed. Good luck finding a new job.” With that, Jaskier turned and walked to the door, shutting it hard behind him.

As the door shut, your heart shattered, knees collapsing beneath you as you fell, sobs ripping their way out of you, tears cascading down your face. You curled into a ball on the floor as you gasped for breath, desperate for anything to stop the pain that you were feeling in that moment. That’s where Geralt found you, lying on the floor, curled up with a blanket that Jaskier often slept with when you camped outside. He came to sit by your head, stroking your hair as you sobbed, pulling you into his lap as he leaned you against his chest. 

“Shh,” he murmured, “Just let it out.” He rocked you gently, shushing you as you cried yourself out again. Silently, you pushed against him in a silent ask to be released, going back to sorting your things when he did. Geralt helped you, the two of you content in the silence. Once finished, you gave him a soft, sad smile in thanks. Geralt nodded, understanding your wordless gratitude before leading you to saddle the horses.

Your bay mare knickered when she saw you, bringing a gentle smile to your face. You saddled the horses and secured your belongings in silence, sneaking an extra apple to Roach when Geralt wasn’t looking. You mounted as Jaskier appeared, leading your horse out of the stables as Geralt and Jaskier held a quiet conversation. You refused to look at the smaller man, staying on your horse when you normally would walk alongside her in order to attempt to converse with the bard. 

The three of you travelled in an uncomfortable silence, not even Jaskier daring to break the quiet with a song or a poem. It was agonizing. You longed to hear the bard’s sweet voice raised in song, breaking the heavy silence that had settled over you. Even the horses were somber, picking up on their masters’ moods.

You left Jaskier with the horses as you and Geralt went to deal with the monster. You pretended it didn’t hurt when Jaskier wished Geralt luck, but didn’t say anything to you. You ignored the look you received from the Witcher at that, leading the way into the forest as you buried your feelings deep within you.

The hunt was a disaster. The two of you had missed the creature’s partner as you had approached its lair, resulting in you being grabbed and flug against the side of the brick house. You had watched, stunned, as the second creature had leapt onto Geralt’s back, opening a gash in his armour before you had forced yourself up, slashing to force the creature off. The pair of you killed the monsters but didn’t come out unscathed. Geralt’s shoulder was bruised but healing quickly and you had received a laceration down your dominant arm, forcing you to use your weaker sword hand to finish the fight. 

Back at the horses Geralt had quickly bound your arm, settling it in a sling until the skin set. Jaskier had stayed slumped against a tree, studiously ignoring the both of you as he glared at the ground. Making your way back to the main path, your group of three turned towards the next town to collect your payment, the head of one of the creatures in a sack attached to your horse. Jaskier hadn’t looked you in the eyes yet. 

As you rode, you could feel your arm itching, but you brushed it off. The sooner you could collect the coin for the monster, the sooner you could leave all of this behind. You rode behind Geralt, pausing when you saw him stiffen in his saddle. 

“Geralt?” you called, loosening your sword in its sheath as you saw the man in front of you do the same. Jaskier doddled up behind the two of you, oblivious to the tension in the air. Geralt nudged Roach to back up until he was side by side with you. In a low voice, he told you, “I can hear and smell men in the bushes just ahead of us. If my guess is right, they are waiting to claim the monster head so they can collect the coin.”

You shifted, tightening your armour and checking the bandage on your arm once more. “What do you want to do? Make a run for it? I don’t know that the horses will be fast enough if I have to carry Jask.”

“You’re not carrying me, I can walk.” Jaskier protested from behind the two of you.

“Shut up, Jaskier,” Geralt interrupted without looking back. You tuned out Jaskier’s words as he spluttered behind you, focusing instead on trying to catch a glimpse of the men waiting for you. As he spoke, the trees rustled and a band of men stepped forward, clothed in shabby armour with old weapons. “Not a very intimidating group, are they?” Geralt rumbled.

Your lips quirked at that, but you were more focused on studying the group, trying to decide the best plan of attack. Your thoughts were interrupted as one of the men stepped forward, brandishing his sword at you. You hid a smile as he almost dropped his weapon, grip slipping as he tried to intimidate your small group. Jaskier squeaked and stepped behind your horses while you nudged yours forward a step in response. “Witcher,” the man called. “Just give us yer prize and we’ll let yer group on their way, no trouble.”

Geralt didn’t respond, face remaining blank,, the men shifting on their feet at the drawn out silence. As the man who had spoken originally opened his mouth to say something else, Geralt finally spoke.

“And if I don’t want to?”

“Don’t want ta what?” The man appeared confused. You could hear Jaskier sigh behind it as he muttered under his breath. Geralt nudged Roach forward a few steps, your own horse following instinctively, Jaskier scrambling to keep up.

“What if I don’t want to give you my prize?” As he said this, Geralt’s hand drifted up to the hilt of his sword as you placed your own hand on the hilt at your hip. The men behind him shifted, muttering amongst themselves as the Witcher slowly drew his sword.

The man in front blanched, clearly having not considered the possibility that the Witcher wouldn’t just hand over his prize. They must have assumed that their larger numbers would have kept the man from fighting back. You watched as the surprise, disbelief, and many other emotions that flew across the man’s face slowly turned to anger and determination.

“Well, if ya won’t jus’ giv’ it to us, I guesses we has ta just take it then!” With that, he thrust his sword into the air with a cry before charging at your group with his sword held in two hands above his head, the rest of the men following behind. You swung down from your horse, turning her and sending her away with a sharp hand gesture, Roach following quickly behind her. You drew your sword, turning to face the approaching men as Geralt shoved Jaskier behind him, shouting at the bard to get to safety.

You swung your sword to meet the first blow, the man’s face turning to shock as the woman he thought would be an easy target met him with strength behind her sword. You quickly shoved him back, pulling your sword across your body to thrust towards his chest, catching him in the middle before leaning and kicking him away, turning to catch the next weapon swinging down at you. A shock went through your arm, travelling all the way up to your shoulder. The itching feeling had started burning, a low, dull throb that grated at your concentration. You switched your sword to your non-dominant hand as you engaged the man who had just attacked you.

A feral grin appeared on your face as the man yelled and rushed you, hoping to overcome you with brute strength. You sidestepped his headlong rush, slashing across his back as he passed you, the man falling to the ground with a cry. You quickly engaged and incapacitated a third man, pausing to survey the scene. Geralt was holding his own, toying with the two men attacking him surrounded by the bodies of the other two men he had taken down.

You spun as you heard Jaskier scream, the smile dropping from your face as you took in the sight of the bard backing towards you as another man stalked towards him, sword held loose in his grip. You didn’t even think, your body moving before your mind finished processing what was happening. You shoved Jaskier out of the way, desperately bringing your sword up to knock the blow away.

You made contact with the man’s weapon, but not fast enough, the point plunging into your shoulder, a cry forced from your lips at the wave of pain. You stepped back, head thrown back in a silent cry as the blade slid out of your skin before your own blade came back up, catching the man unawares as you opened a long laceration on his upper arm. He frantically backpedaled, wildly swinging at you as he went. You knocked his sword away, distantly hearing Jaskier cry your name as you advanced on the bandit. As he thrust at you, you knocked his sword down, stepping on the blade as it went past you, forcing the man to bend as you brought your sword up before bringing the hilt down as hard as you could on his head. The man instantly collapsed the ground, leaving you to stagger away.

You dropped your sword as your hand went numb, the burning travelling up your shoulder into your chest. You grasped at your chest, gasping for breath as you felt your legs give out beneath you. As you fell, you felt your body caught, arms pulling you into a lap, Jaskier’s face appearing above you. As the world started to spin, you smiled up at him, trying to reach up to touch his face before frowning at the tears on his face. He was talking, you could hear his mouth moving but no words coming out. You blinked as he shook you, sound suddenly reaching you.

“-idiotic, stupid thing to do, why would you get in the way? Why would you do that, you reckless girl. I won’t be able to live with myself if you die, you can’t die, I can’t lose you.” He looked so sad, you wanted to say something to cheer him up, to make him know that this was okay. 

Again, you tried to brush the tears from his face, your hand falling back to your body as you tried to lift it. Jaskier grasped your wrist, lifting your fingers to his mouth as he pressed a kiss against them. You smiled softly, head lolling to rest against his chest, Geralt appearing on your other side.

“What happened?” he demanded, falling to his knees next to you. 

“I don’t know,” Jaskier cried. “She pushed me out of the way and got stabbed in the shoulder but kept going. She wasn’t doing anything when she collapsed, and she hasn’t said anything! Geralt, I don’t know what to do!”

The Witcher acknowledged this with a terse nod, reaching for the wrist Jaskier wasn’t holding to check your pulse. You cried out as he pulled your arm towards him, the burning increasing at the action. Geralt and Jaskier shared a glance over your head before he was reaching for his dagger to slice your bandages and shirt away. You heard an intake of breath as the fabric fell away, struggling to turn your head to look. You caught a glimpse of it before Jaskier caught your head and pressed it back against his chest as a sob tore its way out of your lips. 

Your arm was red, the wound swollen with black lines running up to your shoulder and under your shirt. Jaskier held you as your body shook, Geralt inspecting your arm. He looked at the bard, somber expression on his face. “The monster must have been venomous, we need to get her to a healer.”

You sighed as you closed your eyes, mumbling against Jaskier’s shirt. “I’m sorry.”

He looked down at you, brow furrowed with worry. “For what, you have nothing to be sorry for. You just need to stay awake, can you do that for me Y/N?”

You nodded tiredly as he tapped your face, opening your eyes at his silent request. “I got blood on your shirt.”

Jaskier barked out a hysterical laugh, “That’s the least of my worries right now.” His face fell as your head lolled over to look at Geralt. The larger man looked up from where he was rebandaging your arm after applying a healing salve, nodding at your unspoken request. “You need to stay awake, please.” Jaskier’s voice was pleading with you as you almost lost yourself to the haze.

Turning your head back, you lifted your eyes to his face, taking in the features that you loved, trying to memorize them once more before you gave in to the darkness. A small smile graced your face, eyes drifting shut as you breathed out the three words you had longed to tell him. 

“I love you.”

The last thing you saw before the world went black was Jaskier’s frantic face, his lips moving in a desperate plea for you to stay awake as your eyes closed and your head fell to the side as you fell into the darkness.

**~*~*~*~**

You groaned as you came to awareness, whole body sore when you tried to move. You rolled your head to the side, opening your eyes before immediately closing them against the bright light. You heard movement next to you.

“Y/N? Oh thank god, Y/N! You’re awake!” It was Jaskier’s voice, the bed dipping as he sat down next to you, taking your uninjured hand. “C’mon darling, open your eyes for me.”

You cracked your eyes, seeing the bard next to you, face drawn and dark circles under his eyes. You tried to speak, coughing at the dryness in your throat, Jaskier frantically reaching for the cup next to your bed. He helped you sit up, propping some pillows behind you as he helped you take a sip. Once your thirst was quenched, you tried again. “What happened?”

Jaskier’s face grew grave. “You don’t remember?” As you shook your head, he drew a hand down his face. “You were injured, the monster you fought was toxic, and when the bandits tried to ambush us, your accelerated heart rate forced the venom through your system faster and you collapsed.”

You winced as the memories came back, jogged by Jaskier’s words. You remembered the burning pain, as well as what you said to the bard before you passed out. The man in question was watching your face closely, looking for something in particular. He seemed to find it, grinning as he sat back on the bed.

“You do remember, then.” You flushed at his words, fingers pulling at the blanket, refusing to meet his eyes. You felt a gentle hand under your chin, guiding your face to look at his. A soft expression was on his face, a smile tugging at his lips. “I do as well, if that’s any consolation.”

You gaped at him. “You do as in you remember or you do as in you-” you cut yourself off, to afraid to finish your sentence as you once again glanced away. His fingers once again found your chin, gently tugging you back to face him as he leaned in. You breath hitched at the proximity between you two, your eyes frantically searching his face as he searched yours.

Seeming to find what he was looking for, he closed the distance, gently pressing his lips against yours. You startled, eyes widening before they shut as you kissed him back, reaching with your uninjured arm to hold his bicep. The kiss was sweet and gentle, just long enough to leave you breathless, tired as you still were. Jaskier smirked at you, clearly pleased with your reaction. You swatted at him.

“But, I don’t understand, all of those women? They meant, nothing?” you hesitated, flicking short glances at his face. His expression went tight before he sighed, face falling. 

“It was only ever you. I was trying to distract myself,” he glanced up at you, eyes sad. “I saw you spending all of your time with Geralt, and I thought that maybe, you two had…” he trailed off as he saw the smile appearing on your face. “What? This isn’t funny!”

You giggled at his offended expression before rushing to explain as he pretended to withdraw his hand. “Geralt started teaching me as a way to cheer me up, he knew that I… loved… you, and wanted to distract me when you would leave. Eventually it turned into real lessons once I discovered I was fairly good at it.”

You waited as a small smile grew on his face before he started chuckling, you following along as it turned into a full blown laugh, Jaskier hunching over on the bed as his laughter shook his body. He finally recovered, wiping his tears away as you watched him with a soft smile. “All this time and we couldn’t see it. I was trying to flirt with you since we met, but you always seemed to show no interest.”

You gaped at him as he grinned, “I thought you just did that with everyone! I didn’t know it wasn’t in jest!”

Chuckling again, he stood and nudged you, helping you shuffle over to the other side of the bed you were laying in, climbing in after you. You snuggled under his arm as he pulled you in close, tucking your head under his chin, careful not to jostle your injured arm and shoulder. He pressed a kiss against your head, nosing your hair as he murmured. “I love you too.”

You stilled at that, looking up at him with shining eyes. He leaned down, gently pressing a kiss against your lips before pulling you back to him. “Sleep, my love. We have all the time in the world.”

You nestled in further, content in his warm embrace and the knowledge that he loved you. Your eyes slowly closed as Jaskier started humming a sweet tune above you, lulling you into a comfortable sleep, safe in his arms.

**~*~*~*~**

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alright, hmu with those elmax/henclair (they're all dating) hcs. i know nothing about the losers club but would love some good poly rep

HI UES THE FOUR OF THEM ARE AMAZING THANK YOU

(also, it’s the thought that counts)

El/Max/Lucas/Dustin Things

- so Dustin and el are both pan

- Lucas and max are both bi

- so it starts with Lucas and max

- they’re both like “how to tell my significant other that I have a crush on two of our other friends”

- one day max just explodes, she can’t hold it in anymore

- “LUCAS I STILL LIKE YOU A LOT BUT I ALSO LIKE BOTH EL AND DUSTIN IM SORRY”

- Lucas is like “oh shit for real? Me too.”

- So now they’re dating but also hopelessly pining together (like couples do)

- el is confusion because she’s not positive what she’s feeling but she feels it for three of her 5 friends

- so she goes to mike and mike is like “oh you have a crush” and teases her into telling him who and she’s like “max and Lucas and Dustin”

- Mike is like “oh shit you’re poly?”

- “poly?”

- “polyamorous, it means you like multiple people at once, and sometimes you also date them all at once”

- so she’s less confused now

- Dustin is suffering in silence and Will is having none of it

- “what’s wrong?” “UGH nothing” “that’s a lie”

- “it was bad enough when I only liked Lucas but now I like el and max too”

- “that’s rough buddy” “I am aware”

- Will has no experience in the romantic realm, he’s still just kinda pining at this point, so they just vent to each other and wallow in self pity together

- one day el is just like “I’m polyamorous” just like, out of nowhere in the middle of a campaign

- max Lucas and Dustin all perk up and will and mike are like “cool can we get back to the dungeon now”

- so max and Lucas talk it over and decide they want to ask el out

- they both talk over each other and it’s kinda sloppy and confusing but eventually el gets it and is like “yeah of course”

- so the three of them go out in a few dates just to try it out and after a few they decide that it’s working and they’re all much happier so they’re going to try this whole poly relationship thing

- they announce this at the next dnd night, before they start the campaign

- will and mike have gotten together at this point so they’re just like “cool, no judgement here”

- Dustin is both hopeful and hopelessly crushed

- they’re all poly so maybe they like him too

- but also they could just as well not like him and not even want a fourth person

- things are going great for el and max and Lucas, they’re figuring it out as they go

- but they still feel like they’re missing something (or someone) and that someone is Dustin

- at some point max and Lucas sit el down and are like “hey we though we should let you know that both of us also like Dustin” and el is like “!!! Me too!!!! Let’s ask him out!!!!”

- “woah woah woah maybe wo shouldn’t do that, it’s a kinda a big risk” “but if we all like him, it’s worth a shot”

- eventually, el convinces them and they do ask Dustin out

- el does most of the talking, with max and Lucas filling in when she can’t find the words

- Dustin is shocked that they actually like him back and agrees instantly

- they do the couple dates thing again and they feel like their relationship is finally complete, so Dustin officially joins them and they’re all very happy

- when they tell mike and will, they’re just like “ok finally y’all figured it out”

- Will was tired of the constant whining from Dustin

- so now they’re just a pile of limbs everywhere

- they’re all very affectionate and are constantly holding hands with someone or cuddling

- el is also verbally affectionate and tells them all that she loves them 24/7

- they’re also very loud, and they even bring out the loud in el

- things can get a little rocky at times, but they’re teens and they’re figuring it out

#i loved this #oh it was so nice #i also have zero clue about how poly relationships work so i hope this was good #carson rambles #friend queenie

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A Bed-ter Idea  (Underswap Sans x Reader)

This is an Underswap Sans x Reader where there’s only one bed.  Y’all know what’s up.  You can read it on my ao3 or under the read more.

This was not how you planned your trip to go.  You and Sans were supposed to drive to a nearby city, go see Napstaton’s concert, have a good time, and fall asleep in you separate beds.  Unfortunately, Undyne and Alphys had been the ones to book your hotel room, and they shipped you like crazy.  Which led to your current predicament.

The two of you had entered your hotel room, looking forward to sleep after the long day you’d had, but had stopped cold in your tracks in the doorway, standing in awkward silence for a solid thirty seconds.  Now you really wished Papyrus had come with you.  He’d had some important business at the royal lab, telling the two of you to “go see the rectangle and have a good time” without him.  If he was here, you might’ve gotten a room with two beds, or at least had someone to mediate the two of you fighting over who gets the bed.

“For the last time, you’re way too tall, there’s no way sleeping on the couch will be comfortable for you.”  Sans was ridiculously huge, like most monsters.  It had been hilarious at first to see the important figure heads on the news look tiny compared to the monsters they were negotiating with.

“AND I REFUSE TO LET YOU SLEEP ON A LUMPY OLD COUCH!  WHAT KIND OF FRIEND WOULD I BE IF I LET MY SECOND FAVORITE HUMAN BE UNCOMFORTABLE?” he retorted with a smirk.

“Wait, second favorite?  I thought I was your first,” you fake pouted.

“SORRY TO BREAK YOUR HEART, BUT CHARA HOLDS THAT LOFTY POSITION.  I AM THEIR BROTHER/DAD/UNCLE!  I CAN’T BETRAY THEM LIKE THAT!”

“Oh no, whatever shall I do to overthrow their throne?” you dramatically put a hand on your forehead like a damsel about to faint.

“YOU COULD START BY TAKING THE BED.”  And here you were again.

You pinched your nose between your fingers to stave off your headache.  You’d been at this for a half hour already!  “Look, we’re both tired, let’s compromise.  We can share the bed.”  People did that platonically, right?  You kind of wished it wasn’t platonic, though...

“SHARE?  I-I GUESS WE COULD.  THAT’S NOT A SHEET-Y IDEA.”

You didn’t bother to grace that pun with a response.  “Cool, I’m going to get ready then.”  You grabbed your pajamas and strolled confidently into the bathroom.  Unfortunately, as soon as you got into the bathroom, the cool facade collapsed.  You slid down against the door, your face buried into your hands to hide your red face and muffle your squeak.  You were going to sleep in the same bed!  You knew nothing was going to happen, but it’s still exciting to sleep in the same bed as your long time crush.  Yes, yes, it’s cliche to have a crush on your best friend, but could you blame yourself?  He’s so cool, and confident, and flirty when he wanted to be.  He also had a surprisingly nice face for someone with no skin or hair.  Not to mention that he’s so tall, and wide.  You barely came up to the top of his sternum, and could barely reach your arms all the way around him when you hugged him.  He often liked to tease you about the height difference, which managed to fluster you pretty much every time.  He was hopelessly out of your league.  He could have any human or monster he wanted, there was no way he’d choose you.

You figured you should probably stop wallowing in self-pity and actually get dressed now.  You quickly went through your nightly routine, put your confident mask back on, and went out of the bathroom.  Sans was changed too, in an old tank top and pajama pants.  He looked really good in a tank top.  Showing off his big arms and his weirdly attractive collar bones and shoulders...Get your head out of the clouds!

You plopped yourself onto the bed unceremoniously while Sans hesitated above you.  “YOU’RE SURE YOU DON’T WANT ME TO TAKE THE COUCH?”

“Positive.  Now lay down you silly skeley.  We’ve had a long day, it’s time to sleep.”

He turned the light off and gently laid down next to you, and you almost immediately slid to his side.  It wasn’t your fault!  He was just so heavy that you rolled over to him.  You both laughed, and you tried to scooch back to your side, only for it to happen again.  You resigned yourself to your cozy fate and lay next to him.  He was surprisingly comfortable, for a skeleton.  Very warm too.  It was just a little hard to breathe with him and the mattress squishing you.

He seemed to notice your discomfort and took pity on you.  Or just decided to make it worse.  He gently grabbed you by the hips and lifted you up like you weighed no more than a sack of feathers.  Then he carefully set you down on top of his stomach.

You were pretty sure you were a tomato by now.  You felt absolutely tiny like this, and it flustered you to no end.  His hand on your back covered almost half of it!  You don’t know how he had anything to lay on, he had tried to explain his weird invisible stomach many times, but you still didn’t know exactly how he could be squishy one minute, and then when you lifted his shirt there was nothing there!  You weren’t going to complain though.  He was super comfortable.

“Is This Better?” he asked a little hesitantly, afraid he’d pushed some boundary.

“Yeah, this is great!  You’re like a big teddy bear!”  You nuzzled a little into his stomach to prove it.  You were pretty sure you saw his eye lights change shape for a second before he cleared his non-existent throat and glanced away.

“T-That’s Good!  We Should Probably Get Some Sleep Now.  Good Night Y/N.”  He pulled the blanket over the two of you, then rested his arm on your back.

You wished him good night, and then closed your eyes.  There was no way you were sleeping any time soon though.  When you felt his breathing even out (it was easy since you were moving up and down with it) you opened your eyes.  Like hell were you missing this chance to look at your crush up close with nothing interrupting!

God, he’s so attractive.  His face looked so peaceful while he was asleep.  His sockets closed softly, his smile relaxed.  In the moonlight filtering through the window, his porcelain skull almost seemed to glow.  His teeth were parted a little bit, showing off his usually hidden fangs, and you could feel a bit of warm air ruffling your hair each time he breathed out.  You really wanted to press kisses against those teeth.  You knew you never would though.  He wasn’t interested in you like that, there was no way.

With those depressing thoughts swirling in your mind you closed your eyes, succumbing to your exhaustion.

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Sans waited for your heartbeat to slow down to open his eyes.  When he’d first picked you up, your heart was beating a thousand miles an hour.  It eventually slowed down, then slowed even more when you finally fell asleep.  Sure he was tired but there was no way he was going to miss this chance to look at his crush up close with nothing interrupting!

When the two of you had first walked into the room, he’d almost turned into a blueberry!  He was hoping that the two of you would have to share, but still offered to take the couch to make you more comfortable.  He didn’t think you’d want to share a bed with him!  He’d offered to go to the front desk and ask to switch, but you’d pointed out that the hotel was completely full, and nobody would want to switch rooms, since it was after midnight.  You’d asked if he could teleport home, but he’d explained that he couldn’t teleport that far without passing out for the next day and a half.  So the two of you had gone back and forth with the couch issue for a half an hour until you suggested sharing, and he was thrilled!

He had noticed it was hard for you to breathe, so he impulsively put you on his stomach.  His eye lights had turned into little hearts for a second before he managed to get control over his magic.  That would have been embarrassing if you’d seen!  He knew there was no way you thought of him as anything more than platonic, even if he desperately wished you would catch on that all his casual flirting was completely serious.  But back to the matter at hand.

You looked so cute and peaceful like this!  It was honestly adorable.  You were just so teeny compared to him, how could he resist wanting to pick you up?  He started to absentmindedly run his phalanges through your hair, being careful not to get them stuck.  He would never get over how soft and smooth it is, and was sometimes jealous that he didn’t have.  With his hand next to your head, the size difference was even more ridiculous!  His hand was bigger than your whole head!

He glanced back down to your face.  Your eyes were firmly shut, your lips parted a tiny bit.  He allowed his eyes to turn back into hearts, comfortable now that you couldn’t see them.  A purr started to rumble through his chest unconsciously.  You were so attractive to him.  How could you not be?  The way you laughed at his dumb jokes, how you always looked so interested in what he had to say, how you were always so sweet to him and Papyrus, but could be firey to anyone that dared insult your loved ones.  Not to mention how nice your face and body were.  He loved how soft and smooth your skin was, and all the beautiful imperfections that dotted it.  He’d like to see how you looked under him.  And awake.  And naked.  Sans shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.  It would do no good to get a bone-r (heh) now, you were right on top of him, you’d notice for sure.  Oh well, he should probably get some sleep now if he was going to drive two of you home tomorrow.  You’d probably been right to share a bed, this was much better than sleeping on the couch.  Heh, bed-ter.  He’d have to remember to tell you that in the morning, you’d get a kick out of it.

Sans shut his eyes and drifted into unconsciousness.

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You blinked awake blearily to the view of bland, cream colored walls.  Wait, this isn’t your room!  All the memories of yesterday came flooding back to you as your brain caught up with you.  That’s right!  You’d fallen asleep with Sans.  You blushed remembering how he’d pulled you on top of him.  Wait, how were you looking at the wall if you been asleep on his stomach?  It was then that you noticed the weight on your hip wasn’t a blanket, and the large, warm wall behind you wasn’t a wall.  It was Sans!  The two of you had moved in the night somehow so that Sans was spooning you, all his limbs clinging to you like a huge, skeletal octopus.

Is it possible for you to die from too much blood in your brain?  Because you were pretty sure that’s how you’d die if you blushed any more.  You gently started tugging his arm off you and untangling your legs from his.  You would never live this down if he woke up like this.  You carefully lifted his arm on your waist off you and into his own personal bubble.  You gently set his huge arm on top of his own body, and then focused on his legs.  This was ridiculous, how did you two get so tangled while asleep???  You didn’t notice him yawning and cracking his eye sockets opened.  You did, however, notice when he moved his arm back over your waist and chuckled into your hair.

“Good Morning.  Heh, Who’s The Teddy Bear Now?”

You squeaked and scrambled away from him, falling off the bed with all the grace of a one legged ostrich.

You scowled as he started laughing loudly at you.  “Sans you jerk!  Help me up will you?”

He wiped a tear from his eye socket.  “Okay, Okay, Here You Go,” he chuckled as he grabbed your hips like he did last night.  He winked as he placed you gently on your feet.  “I Gotta Say, It Was Great Sleeping With You Last Night.”  He added extra emphasis on the “Sleeping with you” part to fluster you.

It worked.

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“-and when I woke up, he was spooning me!” you half shouted into the phone.  Undyne and Alphys didn’t seem to have any pity for you, quite the opposite.  They were both howling with laughter.

“FUHUHUHU!  What did you do?  Aw man, this is too good!” Undyne howled.

“I-it’s just like one of our f-fanfictions!”  You rolled your eyes at Alphys’s excited tone.

“Of course you write fanfics about us.  But anyway, I tried to escape, but he woke up and made some dumb joke about us ‘sleeping together’,” you explained.

This sparked more laughter from the two of them.  You patiently let them get it out of their system as you put away your bag of stuff you’d brought on the trip.

“Man, we’re g-geniuses, ‘Dyne.  We’ll have to l-lock them in a closet n-next time!”

“Don’t you dare,” you growled.  They ignored you and kept plotting their next move to try and get the two of you together.  Frustrated, you hung up.  These two.  Why couldn’t they see that Sans wasn’t interested in you?  You finished unpacking, not knowing that Sans was thinking the exact same thing.

#undertale #undertale imagines #sans #sans undertale #bara sans #underswap #underswap sans #writing #my garbage #bed sharing #sans x reader #underswap sans x reader

[bagels-and-seagulls]

Okay this is definitely not the first time I've come into your ask box asking for angst but...I read your new cheerleader!matteo and hj!david and I couldn't resist. I started thinking about like what if when they're not official yet, there's a misunderstanding that David's messing around with other people as well bc his teammates are saying things to mess with matteo as always. (Love love love your writing)

i was not planning on writing more of this au so soon but this ask literally hit me in the face with a brick and i feel as tho i must. also the peach bowl is emotionally over and next is the fiesta one, so i’m still in a circle of hell

part one - part two

-matteo doesn’t really know how to treat david after leonie’s party, doesn’t know if he should think of them as an item, or at least becoming one, or if it was a one time thing just to get some of their energy out, to see if whatever there was between them was easily ended after a simple kiss, or if it only made it worse. 

-spoiler alert, it made it worse.

-matteo has never really had a crush before, not one that had any promise to go anywhere. sure, he had the hopelessly tragic crush on his straight bestfriend that looking back on it was nice in a way, knowing that it was never going to happen, falling out of the crush just as easily as he fell into it. but since then, since jonas, he hasn’t really thought about anyone else. there weren’t many people like that around here to even really think about, not unless he wanted to go for a straight guy again, which no, thanks. one was enough for him. so he this was all new territory for him, being in that awkward stage between nothing and something. he didn’t really know what to do, what to say, how to act. he didn’t know if he was allowed to ask david to hang out, how many times he was allowed to text in a day, if they were going to kiss hello in the hallway, anything like that. anything at all.

-matteo has never had a crush before, so he never even knew he was a such a jealous person until- well, it hit him over the head like a neon green semi-truck. 

-yo man, david, you’re a total dog, one of the football players kids as they’re all walking into the locker room, and matteo was there, trying to find a charger that one of the girls was asking for. and he could have sworn it was in his bag even though he couldn’t find it. shut up, man, he hears david say back and laugh, and it makes matteo stop. you had like three of those cheerleaders all over you, someone else says. yeah, i’ve been trying to get with sam for months, and she’s all over you in one second, comes another voice. y’all are going to get me in trouble, david laughs and rounds the corner and sees matteo looking back. hi, david says, his smile changing into something a little smaller, a little more like it was just for matteo. hi, matteo repeats and ends up just staring at david for a second, who just laughs a little awkwardly and scratches the back of his neck. i gotta get back to practice, matteo mutters and walks off, hearing david’s, oh, okay, bye?

-matteo invites david to go to an open mic thing that jonas wants him to go to, and david tells him that he had already promised leonie he would go to a party with her. but he could see him afterwards? maybe they could meet up somewhere? matteo tells him that it’s okay, that they can meet up tomorrow morning or just wait until monday. and then monday morning rolls around, and he hears whispering in the hallway about how david hooked up with some girl, went home with her even, and matteo feels like it isn’t true. doesn’t think that david was that kind of guy, but it eats away at him anyways. eats away at him until he feels a little bit angry, and a little bit disappointed, and something else that was a combination of the two. and he ends up going to his class early, even though he said he would meet david by his locker before school started. 

-david texts him, are you okay? and matteo doesn’t answer. david looks at him all concerned when he sees him in literature, and matteo ignores that look, too. 

-they end up making out when david comes over one day to study for their literature exam. they end up actually studying for maybe twenty minutes, throwing glances at each other every couple of seconds and smiling to themselves once they were caught. you know, they say you should study for fifteen minutes and then take a five minute break to improve memory, david says at one point. oh really? matteo asks, and how long have we been studying? and david takes the book out of his lap with a smirk and leans into his space until matteo is looking up at him, at least twenty already, he mutters, looking between matteo’s eyes and his lips. and how do you think we should spend our break? matteo asks, feeling like he had something to be proud of all of a sudden. 

-matteo leaves a hickey on the base of david’s neck, and he doesn’t think he’s ever left a hickey before, feeling a little like a strutting peacock when he sees david on monday morning with the bruise still dark against his skin. but then he hears all of the names of the people that some suspect might have left it there, and not once does his name come up. he doesn’t think he’ll be leaving one again. 

-are you okay? david asks him one day when they’re standing at the edge of the field, and matteo’s been ignoring him all day because he didn’t think that he would be able to keep his mouth shut about how he heard from at least four of david’s teammates that david screwed around with one of matteo’s squadmates at a party in the middle of the week, which honestly was trashy enough. and matteo wasn’t too sure that david even went to a party on a wednesday night, but he’s been having a pretty shitty day all around and thought it was only a matter of time before he accidentally let it out on someone else. i’m fine, matteo says and tries to brush him off. matteo, just talk to me, david asks, and matteo was almost ready to spill his guts right there, right out his mouth and onto the field underneath their feet, but the said squadmate from the rumor happened to be walking by just then, because of course she did, and waved at david right as matteo went to open his mouth. forget it, matteo says instead of admitting anythign that was nasty, and mean, and uncalled for, and shakes his head. wait, david says. if you want to go talk to her, go and leave me alone, matteo mutters and turns away only for david to grip his elbow and pull him back, what is that supposed to mean? and matteo thinks this might be his guts coming up, that thing that was mean he was trying to push down, if you’re hooking up with other people or whatever, just leave me out of it.

-matteo walks away, and that night as he’s laying in bed, he thinks that maybe he really screwed something up. 

-matteo never had a crush before, so he never really knew he was a jealous person. he didn’t know he was going to hate himself so much for it. 

-i don’t know why you’re so convinced i’m meant to be a bad guy, david says, straddling the locker room bench and clearly waiting for matteo to come in, to try and get him to talk to him. what? matteo says with a shake of his head, even though he heard him perfectly fine, just didn’t want to have to come up with some sort of response to it. instead, facing towards his locker and effectively blocking himself from looking david in the face. you’re the only one i’m, like, interested in, or whatever, david says, i haven’t been talking to anyone else, or hooking up or anything. matteo nods his head because he doesn’t have anything to add, doesn’t have anything to say. but you don’t believe me, do you? david asks with a sigh and a scoff rolled into one and doesn’t wait for an answer. fuck, matteo. i know you don’t like football players, and i get it. really, i do, but i’ve never lied to you- not once. and i’m not screwing around behind your back. matteo nods again and reaches for something in his locker, his hand gripping nothing but air. yeah, alright, david says, and it sounds like he was giving up on something, i guess i’ll just fuck off or whatever.

-they don’t talk for days, and matteo feels like garbage the entire time, opening and closing david’s contact just trying to work up the nerve to talk to him. 

-i think i really fucked it up, matteo mutters to jonas one night when he comes over to play some video games after school. with david? jonas asks and pauses the game. matteo hums and sets his controller down, i didn’t believe him and i should’ve. jonas sits there for a moment, tapping a beat only he could hear on his knee. have you told him that? jonas asks. matteo shakes his head. i don’t know how to apologize, matteo admits. i think i really fucked it up. 

-matteo swallows down his pride and his nerves with nothing left in his bones except his guilt as he walks up to david at his locker with his hands stuck up under his backpack straps, kicking his heels into the ground. uh, hey, he says, and david turns around like he was shocked to see him. hey, david repeats and holds his books in front of his chest. i- uh, i wanted to apologize, matteo says, for being an asshole. david nods his head but doesn’t say anything, his face screwed up like he was holding himself back from saying anything at all. can we talk? after school maybe? matteo asks and hopes that he isn’t turned down. david says to wait up for him after practice. 

-what did you want to talk about? david asks later, leaning back up against his locker with his arms crossed in front of him, the bench dividing them. i’m sorry, matteo says, i should’ve talked to you or something, instead of believing other people. i just- i don’t know. i haven’t had the best time at this school, especially with the football team. and i guess i just thought it was too good to be true, that-that you were too good to be true. david doesn’t say anything for a long time, and matteo sucks in a breath, running his thumb nail up the sides of his fingers, i should’ve talked to you, and i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to fuck this whole thing up. i really do like you. david clicks his tongue, and matteo has to look down at the ground in order to not stare too hard. i really like you, too, david says after a beat, and matteo looks up at him, wanting him to say more. it’s just- how can i be with someone who doesn’t trust me? and matteo goes to argue immediately, but closes his mouth when he sees the look that david was leveling him with. can i have another chance? matteo asks, to show you that i do? 

-david agrees, and matteo sighs out in relief. 

-it takes them a few weeks to get back where they were, when they felt young and almost in love, smiling just by the thought of seeing the other, so excited when they do, that they just sway from side to side on their feet once they’re in close proximity, too caught up in themselves to even kiss each other hello. but matteo thinks that he’s proved it. at least, he hopes that he did, that he trusts david totally and completely, with his whole heart even because he feels like that’s what he’s doing, handing it over wrapped in a little bow. 

-do you want to go see a movie tonight? david asks him when they’re both standing outside the school, not exactly wanting to say goodbye but knowing the day was over. matteo hums, not completely catching the question, too caught up in his thoughts. a movie? david repeats, and matteo shrugs, not feeling any sort of way about the proposal. what is is? david asks, leaning in closer and nudging matteo with his elbow. did you want to be my boyfriend? matteo blurts out. the words just falling from his mouth before he’s able to catch them back up. oh, uh, david stretches out and scratches the back of his neck. nevermind, forget it, matteo stutters out and takes a step back. no, no, no, i do, i just- david sighs and looks around before tugging matteo over to the side of the building to be more out of the way. 

-i do, david repeats. but? matteo asks. but, uh, david pinches the bridge of his nose and scrunches his eyes up, i’m trans, he says eventually, looking up and at matteo who was looking back with wide eyes. uh, matteo drawls out after a second, is that it? and david tilts his head to the side, what? and matteo looks around, not really for anything, just to look at something that wasn’t david for a second. you’re trans so you don’t want to be my boyfriend? matteo asks. what? david repeats, no, no- i’m trans, so i thought maybe you didn’t want me to be your boyfriend. and then it was matteo’s turn to scratch his head. so you’re trans, and you don’t want me to want you to be my boyfriend? he asks. and david looks at him for a second. i think we’re agreeing? he says with an uptick in his voice. you’re trans, matteo says. right, david confirms. and you wanna be my boyfriend? matteo asks. right, david repeats. and matteo nods, still feeling a little bit confused, so they both just stand there, rocking from side to side on the balls of their feet until david goes, so boyfriends? and matteo smiles. yeah, boyfriends, he agrees, and david smiles too and kisses him. 

#here we are again #Clemson is in the lead #but there is time for that to change indeed #davenzi #davenzi fic #my writing #other aus #hot jock david

[starlightinhumanform]

The Art of Love: Chapter 11

Fandom: She Ra (2018)

Ship: Glimadora 

Summary: Glimmer and Bow have a chat. Glimmer’s secret crush might not being a secret anymore... 

Warnings (for this chapter): Some mild angst, Mild language (please tell me if anything needs to be added)

Genre: High School AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Rivals/Enemies to Lovers, Eventual Fluff

A/N: Just a side note that I consistently headcanon Bow as trans and even though that doesn’t play a role in this fic, it is mentioned. As always, thank you for all of your continued support and encouragement!! Love you all 🖤✨

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By the time the day ended, Glimmer was ready to bury herself under five blankets and spend the next four hours watching YouTube. Of course she couldn’t do that. Because life just wasn’t that easy.

Her feet shuffled in a way that could only be described as noncommittal- weak and only partially agreeing to their actions. Her head felt like it was filled to the brim with cotton, stuffed into a too tight headband that squeezed across her temples and made what was left in her head pound. Saturated; that’s was she was. Used up like a sponge.

Such things being considered, Glimmer was in a surprisingly good mood. So she couldn’t help but smile when she heard feet pound up from behind her and stop suddenly beside her.

“Hey, Bow!”

Bow was stopped, bent over with his hands on his knee and gasping for breath. He raised a finger up, “Just... give me a... moment.”

Glimmer giggled, “You good?”

Bow swung upright, “I can’t breathe but I’m great. How are you? Hopelessly in love?”

“I can not handle your bullshit right now,” Glimmer began walking but couldn’t help but smile slightly, “Blocked. Cancelled. Deleted.”

“Why? Because I’m right?” Bow had caught up with her again, grinning.

“It’s a crush Bow, nothing more. It’s definitely not love.”

Bow nodded as they continued walking, “Uh-huh. Is that why you’re blushing so hard?”

“I’m blushing because you are bothering me,” Glimmer grumbled out her words, and turned her head to raise an eyebrow at him. 

Bow raised an eyebrow back, “Wanna talk about it?”

Glimmer stopped walking and flopped backwards so she could lean dramatically against the hall’s cinderblock wall. She let her head roll backwards and stared up at the ceiling. The hall had cleared out, the distant sound of dance practice echoing between her and Bow. She still held a smile but it was quickly growing stale. It wasn’t that she was sad, or that she didn’t enjoy Bow’s company; there was just a lot to consider in that question.

Did she want to talk about it? Well, yes. There was so much she had to say and so much she wanted Bow to at least give his opinion or, at best, offer advice. But of all the things she wanted to say, there was so much she was scared to admit to. She doubted she would even mange to get half of it out. She would choke up and her words would lie, caught and festering somewhere in her throat. And there all those emotions would stay, blocked between her heart and her mouth. They would simmer there for a drawn out second before they boiled over and streamed down her cheeks. Bow would put his hands on her shoulders ask her what was wrong in his too-soft-for-his-own-good voice and Glimmer wouldn’t be able to tell him because the words burned as they bubbled and corroded her vocal chords.

But the feelings, they were hard to explain. She squinted up at the fluorescent panels which only marginally improved the lighting but greatly added to the prison-like atmosphere. The flickering bulbs were a thousand miles away as she tried to wrap her mind around the images flickering behind her eyes. Adora’s smile. The way her eyes shone when she sang. How her voice could wrap around Glimmer’s brain and find all the ways to make her glitch. How her body fit perfectly against Glimmer’s. The raw intensity with which Adora felt emotions and how she let them wash over whoever was nearby.

Bow’s feet made a scuffing sound as he shifted somewhat awkwardly across from Glimmer. The movement brought her back to the present and and made her wonder how long he had been standing there.

“I’m going to take that to mean that, yes, you do have something to say?” He prompted.

Glimmer let her head swing forward and blew a sigh through her nose.

It’s like molten gold filling my chest. And it’s bright and it’s burning and god yes it hurts but it’s beautiful too. It’s smooth and it runs down my throat, stealing my voice. It coats my eyes and tints the world around me but that’s ok because it turns everything beautiful. And at the same time, it’s far too much and it scares me and it hurts because all that shining gold is more than I could ever deserve or ever handle.

She couldn’t explain that. She would sound crazy. Bow probably wouldn’t see it as crazy, but he would take it too far. Glimmer was already freaking out about it, she couldn’t stand Bow freaking out on top of that.

“Glimmer?” Bow reached out, placing the expected gentle hand on her shoulder, “Is everything ok? Are you ok?”

Glimmer gave a breathy laugh. She hadn’t even realized how blurry her eyes had become, “Yeah. Sorry.”

His eyebrows were wrinkled in concern and Glimmer could tell he was worried that he had somehow caused her distress, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

She took a deep breath and made up her mind, “I have a lot to tell you actually. So let’s go to some place more comfortable than the middle of the hallway.”

Bow smiled, “Library?”

“Library.”

Bow and Glimmer had a well-established tradition of spending the time after school together, sharing stories and ranting about life in the library under the pretense that they were study partners. Everyone knew they weren’t actually doing work but left them alone because they stayed to their back-corner sofa and only rarely did the conversations dissolve into yelling.

They walked comfortably next to each other, unbothered when their shoulders bumped and chatting about the ridiculous amount of homework they would undoubtedly procrastinate doing that night.

People often mistook them as a couple; something which both Bow and Glimmer would laugh at. They had the running joke that if neither of them had found someone by the time they were 35, they would just marry each other. They were close as friends could be. He was the first one she had come out as bi to and she has the first he had come as trans to. Glimmer generally didn’t mind people thinking she was dating Bow, but sometimes she worried it would discourage other people from having interest in her. Then she would brush it off as ridiculous because she was pretty sure there was plenty of other things to discourage them.

They reached the library within a few minutes, both flopping dramatically onto their usual couch. They were in an emptier section of the library, most people at tables or occupied in the computer lab.

Glimmer swung her legs over the arm of the couch and leaned into Bow’s side. She let a defeated puff stream out of her mouth, once again unsure of what she could possible say.

Bow let them sit in silence for a few moments before prompting her again, “So... what was it that you wanted to tell me?”

She groaned, “Adora. Pretty. Girls. Yes. Crush.”

Bow laughed and patted her shoulder, “That all?”

Glimmer brought her hands up to hide her face in and shook her head, “Bow, I don’t even know where to start.”

She could feel him shrug against the weight of her body, “How about you just start from last night. I’m pretty sure you liked her before, if I’m being perfectly honest, but it sounds like it only got serious last night?”

The last sentence was stated as a question instead of a statement and Glimmer knew Bow was trying to bait her into giving more information. She gave in, returning the shrug, “Yeah I guess. I have no idea how long I’ve liked her but I think it’s been almost the whole year.”

“Why do you think it took you so long to realize?”

Glimmer had to take a deep breath for that one, “Because I hated her. Because I was jealous of her. And because I was scared of liking her.”

“Ok,” Glimmer could hear the hesitation in his voice, “And why was that?”

“I just- you know how- I couldn’t,” she paused before trying again, “There were- are- a lot of reasons. I just feel like I shouldn’t. I still think liking girls is something bad or at least dangerous.”

Bow started to say something but Glimmer continued before he could get a word in, “So there was that guilt and I guess disgust. It’s that internalized homophobia bullshit. I think that’s what they call it? Anyways, I know Adora won’t go for me and I’ll just get hurt and I know I’m stupid for getting so infatuated.”

This time Bow was able to interrupt, “I wouldn’t be so sure of that if I were you.”

Glimmer snorted, “Oh, and why is that? Has she privately confessed her love for me to you?”

“Well no-“

“Look, Bow, she’s popular and she’s beautiful and she could probably get any girl she wanted. She’s definitely not going to settle for me.”

“Hey hey first of all,” he elbowed her in the back, “nobody has to ‘settle’ for you. We’ve talked about this. What have I told you?”

Glimmer rolled her eyes, “I’m not going to say it.”

He elbowed her again, “Say it, coward.”

She blew a raspberry before droning out the ridiculous mantra Bow had told her in a monotone voice, “I am gorgeous and perfect in every way. I am a queen; y’all are peasants and do not deserve to witness my glory.”

Bow nodded, “You may continue.”

“You’re so stupid. Anyways, with your permission to continue, even if Adora does have the slightest interest in me- which she doesn’t and will continue not to- Cat would get jealous. I’m pretty sure she already is with this stupid project. She won’t let Adora anywhere near me as soon as the project finishes.”

“How do you know that? Adora’s her own person. She can hang out with you if she wants to- no matter what Cat thinks. And by the way, I think she will want to hang out with you.”

Glimmer felt her throat going tight, “She told me she wanted to be friends but I don’t think she meant it.”

“Glimmer, that’s great!! What makes you think she wouldn’t mean it?”

“I don’t know,” Glimmer hesitated once more, “She was acting really weird last night.”

Bow rolled his hand in a Go on motion.

Glimmer’s stomach clenched as her mind flashed back to the night before. She sat up, hunching over her knees as she were worried the sensation would show through. It all seemed very far away, surely longer than the 24 hours reality told her it was. It all seemed very fake. Adora couldn’t possibly have looked at her with that much affection in her eyes. She couldn’t have asked her to dance and laughed so loud Glimmer was sure someone would hear. She certainly didn’t stand a breath away from Glimmer and give her a smirk that made her insides freeze. It was simply impossible.

“Glimmer?” Bow leaned sideways to bump his shoulder into hers, “What do you mean weird?”

“Just very affectionate I guess,” She looked up at Bow, knowing what was coming and not sure if she would be able to answer.

“How is that a bad thing?” There it was.

“Because,” Glimmer seemed to choke for a moment and she could swear it was because her heart was in her throat, “I know that it probably wasn’t real; it was probably just Adora being tired and getting clingy or something. And because I know it won’t ever happen again. And knowing that hurts.”

Bow reached and took one of her hands in his. They were warmer and sturdier than hers- small and trembling. It was such a normal, familiar action but all she could think about was Adora’s hands in hers’ as they sat side by side and she attempted to teach her how to use chopsticks. It had to be some surreal dream. That would be easier. That would make sense. She felt vulnerable and exposed. No doubt the entire library was acting as witness to her breakdown. She hunkered into herself further, almost entirely folded in half now. She just wanted it all to pause. Things would be so much easier if they marched in one at a time. Instead life liked to throw a thousand problems at her at once. And sometimes those problems looked like soccer players who smiled a little too brightly because they were trying to hide just how much more like the ocean they were than the sun. Adora wasn’t stupid; she was deep and dark and sometimes the shades twisted from blues to jagged purples which undoubtably scraped against her sides. Glimmer wanted to learn every shade of that girl- yes the happy yellows but also the stormy grays. She wanted to dull the shards that hurt Adora and do her best heal the wounds she couldn’t prevent. But she would never get the chance. It was all fantasy. The melancholy was corrosive.

Bow squeezed her hand in his grip, cueing her to look up. When he spoke it was with a slow, steady voice. Glimmer knew that voice; that was the voice he used when Glimmer was about to shatter into a million pieces.

She breathed in deeply through her nose and tried to concentrate on his words, “I know this may seem very unrealistic to you but I really don’t think Adora’s affection was fake or just some side effect. I don’t think you just give up on it happening again.”

Glimmer’s face collapsed into a combination of disdain, incredulity, and despair, “If I keep holding onto hope, I’m going to keep getting hurt every time I’m inevitably disappointed.”

“How do you know you’re going to get disappointed though?!” Bow waved his arms out in a way that would have been comical if Glimmer wasn’t on the verge of tears. He was starting to get exasperated, his voice rising dangerously shrill and loud.

Glimmer hissed out a shush and clapped his arms back down to his body.

She rolled her eyes, “Look, I’ll live in your make-believe world for a second, ok? Let’s say that Adora does like me- platonically, romantically, whatever it doesn’t matter. Even if she does, Cat is not going to stand being around me. She hates me. So Adora will have to choose between me and Cat. That will have two possible results: Most likely, she will choose her best friend and leave me behind. That result can be summed up as: Ouch. Either that or she’ll choose me. From then on, Cat will hate me more than she already does- and I do not want to find out what that would mean- and Adora will always resent me because I’m the reason she and her best friend fell apart.“

Bow nodded sagely for a moment, “You’ve really thought this through.”

She could tell he wasn’t as concerned with her hypothetical situations as she was. This time it was her voice that reached a dangerously high volume, “Yes of course I’ve thought this through! Have you met me?! I think everything through!”

“Ok true, but I still don’t think-“

“Actually I’m not finished yet! Because even if by some miracle, Cat and I are able to ‘coexist,’ then I’m always going to be an accessory to Cat and Adora’s relationship. I will always be an add-on; something that is merely tolerated. And I will not be able to stand that. I would rather never talk to Adora again than have to deal with that.”

“Glimmer I get it and you’re making some good points, it’s just,” he paused, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes, piecing together his words, “of all those situations you’ve thought up, you’ve never once considered the possibility that things will turn out ok.”  

Glimmer leaned sideways into Bow, just trying to affirm that she had heard him. She hated making Bow this exasperated. She knew he was just trying to help her. Hell, maybe he was even right. Still, Glimmer was thinking realistically. She was thinking cautiously. She was... she has no idea what she was doing.

“You know, Glimmer,” Bow returned the lean in her direction, “sometimes the world doesn’t suck.”

She rolled her eyes, “Mm, really? And you’d be what? An expert of the world’s constant condition?”

Bow sat up straight and puffed out his chest, “Yes in fact.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Glimmer’s voice still wavered as she spoke, but she could feel a grin start to grow across her lips.

“And you know what? I might be ridiculous, but I like to think that I’ll be right one of these times.”

Glimmer loved Bow’s optimism but it often came across to her as purely naive. She wished he could be right about this, if only to give him the satisfaction. But it was unrealistic and the sooner she accepted that fact, the easier it would be to take reality’s crushing blow. And the sooner Bow stopped encouraging her wishful thinking, the easier it would be to accept.

But he was giving her a grin that held nothing but purity and confidence, and she couldn’t break that. She tried to return the smile, “Sure. We’ll see.”

His smile grew until he was beaming, “Yep! We will!”

Satisfied that he had beaten Glimmer into optimistic submission, Bow slapped the sofa seat next to him, “Come on, I gotta go.”  

They moved towards the exit together, chatting casually as they weaved through tables of clustered students. The library was filled with the quiet bubbling of 50 voices, each trying not to make noise but none the less adding to the atmosphere of sound. It was relaxing to some extent and apparently Bow found it safe enough to continue their conversation.

“So... what would you do if Adora liked you back? I mean, like, would you go on dates or-”

Glimmer nearly tackled him to the ground but instead froze, hissing, “Shut up! Elizabeth is right there! She hangs out with Adora sometimes! What if she heard you yelling?!”

Bow’s eyes lit up at the mention of Elizabeth, “Really? Where is she?”

“Don’t look so happy about it; she right at the table behind you!”

Bow spun around and waved, “Hey Elizabeth!”

The girl jolted up from where she had been hunched over the table, “Oh, hey Bow!”

Teachers often got Glimmer and Elizabeth mixed up; Glimmer never understood why. She wore huge, round glasses and had a fascination with math that Glimmer could never possibly possess. It was true that they both had dyed hair, but her’s was far darker and nearly hit the floor. (How Elizabeth didn’t trip over it every time she stood up was a mystery Glimmer would never solve).

It wasn’t that Glimmer minded Elizabeth but-

“This is not the time!” Glimmer grabbed Bow’s hand and began dragging him towards the doors.

Before they could actually get out outside, Elizabeth popped up in front of them, grinning broadly and practically shouting when she spoke, “What were you saying about Adora?”

Elizabeth had a habit of appearing randomly in your face, without any warning and giving Glimmer a heart attack every time. That being said, Glimmer was having a heart attack. Even if Elizabeth hadn’t startled her by materializing out of the blue and effectively blocking her escape route, yelling about Adora in the middle of the library definitely would’ve been enough to push Glimmer off the edge.

Glimmer’s eyes widened and it felt like the wind had been punched out of her-  a solid blow straight to core. She struggled to find anything to say, simply trying to remember how to breathe. Finally she shook her head and grabbed Bow and Elizabeth’s hand, “Out. Both of you.”

“Oh, wait- wow. Your hands are really strong.”

Glimmer ignored Elizabeth’s chatter as she barreled outside. When they turned the corner Glimmer let go of their hands and turned so she could glare at both of them. They stood with their backs to the building wall, shoulder to shoulder like a police line up.

The campus continued to move around them as they stood in awkward silence. Glimmer paced back and forth, wringing her hands. She had made an impulsive decision when she grabbed Elizabeth and now she had to deal with the consequences. Bow stood with his arms crossed, staring at random things and avoiding where Glimmer was treading miles through the sidewalk. Elizabeth on the other hand seemed to be entirely unbothered, humming to herself and fidgeting with something she had pulled out of her pocket.

Glimmer shook her head; she was being stupid, “Look, Elizabeth, I’m sorry I dragged you out here. I was really overreacting and I’m sorry you had to be a part of that. Just please don’t mention anything about Adora to anyone.”

“Hmm what?” Elizabeth jerked her head up, “Oh! Adora. Yeah, her, I think she’s cool. I think we might be friends. Not sure. That would be nice though.”

Elizabeth spoke in short, choppy sentences that bounced from one topic to another and made Glimmer’s head hurt. She pinched the bridge of her nose, “Yes, we’re talking about Adora. Just please forget I said anything about her.”

“So let me get this straight. You’re talking about Adora, you told me you were talking about Adora,” Elizabeth was moving her hands in front of her face like she was playing an invisible game of connect the dots, “But you don’t want me to know you were talking about Adora?”

Bow squinted, “Yeah that sounds about right.”

“Just, whatever you heard, don’t tell anyone any of it. Please?”

Elizabeth darted forward towards Glimmer, staring hard into her face. She continued to scrutinize Glimmer as she began to speak, “You have a crush in her don’t you?”

Glimmer’s hand itched to clamp itself over Elizabeth’s mouth. She let her own lips fall open, once again struggling desperately to find words to fill the space with. She attempted to regain some veneer of composure, standing up straighter and turning her chin slightly in the air, “I will neither confirm or deny anything concerning that matter.”

“So... is that a yes?”

“No! Its nothing!” Glimmer growled.

“You’re not acting like it’s nothing,” Bow spoke with a smug grin and subtly raised eyebrows.

Glimmer glared at Bow for a second before breaking off the staring contest by rubbing the palms of her hands upwards across her face and settling across her eyes. This situation had been out of her control since Weaver had assigned her to be partners with Adora. Maybe it had been out of her hands since Adora scampered into her seat in the first day of school, laughing loudly at something Cat had said. Now nothing was in her hands except her own tired fears.

“Hey,” Elizabeth’s voice broke through the darkness Glimmer was hiding behind, “I’ve gotta go so I’m just gonna... um, yeah, bye!”

Glimmer looked up to see Elizabeth jogging back to the library. The girl paused for a moment to wave before disappearing inside. Glimmer sighed and collapsed into a lump on the concrete. She looked up at Bow, “She’s going to say something isn’t she?”

Bow scratched the back of his head. It was possible he was trying to think, but it was more likely he was just buying time; Glimmer knew he didn’t want to say exactly what she knew he was going to say. He deflated and sat down next to Glimmer, “I don’t think she’d do it on purpose. She might just... forget not to.”

Glimmer flopped backwards. The clouds were drifting across the sky slowly; beautiful, serine motions that ran in paradox to her racing mind; so many thoughts and they all blurred together into one word. Shit.

#glimadora #glimmadora #she ra glimadora #she ra #spop #spop fanfic #she ra fanfic #spop glimadora #glimadora fanfic #glimadora fic #glimadora fanfiction #adora x glimmer #glimmer x adora #trans!bow #she ra adora #she ra glimmer #spop high school au #high school au #she ra high school au #The Art of Love #starlight writes

[caffeine-and-tears]

Michael Mell x Gay!Male!Reader

Title: None  Character: Michael Mell x Gay Male reader  Type: Headcanons  Triggers: Swearing, Homophobia, Mentions of a panic attack  Plot: None

ALSO HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYONE

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Before y’all date He lowkey hates you

 It’s not like you were mean or anything He just didn’t know how to deal with how he felt

You’re cool with pretty much everyone 

At first, he doesn’t realize he has a crush on you 

He just thought of you as Christine’s best friend 

He pretty much ignored you

But you weren’t having any of that 

“Hey, Michael!” 

“Hey”

“What’cha listening to?” 

“Bob Marley” 

“That’s cool!” 

“Thanks, I guess?” 

He would ignore how fast his heart was beating

And just leave 

He thought you were talking to him for some prank 

But the boi has no idea how fine he is 

Christine will talk to Jeremy just so you could talk to Michael 

But he’d always disappear off to 7/11 

You were determined to one day call Michael Mell your boyfriend

One day you got sick of his bs 

You stood up on top of a table in the cafeteria a week before prom 

“YO I’M GAY FOR YOU MICHAEL MELL, WILL YOU GO TO PROM WITH ME?” 

Even for a theater nerd, you were hella extra 

His mind went into overdrive 

You?????Like him???? 

And you’re also gay????????????? 

He doesn’t really know what to do 

So he panics and leaves

 Which makes you panic 

You must’ve done something wrong

You caught up with him later 

He expected you to say it was all a joke 

But no you came up to him with an entire speech about how you were sorry if you made him uncomfortable

Then something just clicked inside him

You were still rambling when he gave you that signature bright smile 

You almost swooned 

He hesitantly took your hand 

“I-it’s fine, I was just a bit surprised that’s all but if you really want me to go to prom with you then we’ve got a date” 

Yes that was a Bob Marley reference 

The nerd

“You’re such a dork” 

You laughed and this time it was his turn to swoon

So he went as your prom date 

Before you asked him out he was just planning to skip it 

His moms were so proud 

T H O U S A N D S O F P I C T U R E S 

His insta was full of pics of you bc he was so happy to have you as his date 

As soon as you saw him you just thought ‘Welp if I was straight, not any more’ 

You met up with Christine and Jeremy and went in one vehicle 

You guys thumb wrestled to decide where to eat 

Michael let you win because you’re cute 

You knew that so that’s how everyone ended up eating Sushi and slushies 

When you actually got there Poor Michael wanted to stay by the snacks

 You dragged him to the dance floor 

“C’mon Mikey, why not!” 

“Promise you won’t laugh”

 “Yeah” 

“I’m totally helpless with dancing” 

You resisted the urge to sing Hamilton

 “So am I, but it’s fun. If I had to choose one person to look ridiculous with, it’d be you” 

HIS FACE TURNED AS RED AS HIS HOODIE 

That was the moment he realized he was in love with you 

“That’s so cheesy” 

“Whatever, come dance with me Mell”

There was an all-out shipping war between the power couples You/Michael, Rich/Jake and Christine/Jeremy 

Eventually, you and Michael won 

No one can even be mad 

Y’all so cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute 

When you and Michael made official Rich flipped 

He was your biggest shipper tbh 

Jake shipped #stagedorks more tho 

Chloe and brook shipped RichJake 

Despite that Jer and Chris have double dates with you all the time

Your parent/parent/guardian adores Michael 

He’s so polite when he talks to them 

He really wants to make a good impression! 

He almost had a panic attack before meeting them 

“They’re gonna hate me” 

He wasn’t good enough for you anyways, how could he fool them into thinking he was? 

Instead of going into a whole paragraph about how he was in fact good enough you just grabbed him 

Forced him to lie down with you 

And started to hum some Bob Marley song under your breath  

Mostly bc you didn’t remember the words 

For a while he just stayed in your arms while listening to your heartbeat

You rested your head on top of his and he was looking at you with heart eyes 

After half an hour he calmed down 

You realized this would be a good time to reassure him 

“Listen So what if they don’t like you, I’m hopelessly in love with you so I guess you’re stuck with me “ 

He mocked annoyance with the biggest smile on his face 

But he knew you guys were going to be okay

You both get addicted to each other's interests 

You ended up spending hours playing video games with him 

And he ended up binge watching RuPaul's drag race 

He pretends to hate it and oo it for the cuddles 

But both of ya get really invested

SPEAKING OF CUDDLES THE BOI LOVES THEM AND WILL NOT BE TOO ASHAMED TO ASK 

ALL THE TIME 

“Babeeee, cuddle meeeee” 

“Michael we’re in the middle of English” 

“I love you too babe” 

You had to convince the teacher to bring everyone to the library 

You guys cuddle on a tiny ass sofa 

But when you saw his little smile as he snuggled into your chest 

So cute

You guys weren’t the only out and proud gay couple in the school though

When dealing with intolerant assholes you didn’t take any crap 

“Being gay is a sin” 

“That hairstyle should be a sin so FUCK OFF KAREN” 

One day a bunch of kids from another school saw you and Michael holding hands 

Later when you were walking home they cornered and beat the crap out of you 

You had a black eye and a bunch of bruises 

The next day you skipped school cause you didn’t want Michael to worry 

After 3 days you came to school with sunglasses cause and a turtleneck 

Cause you were slick

He knew something was wrong 

It was hot as Jake’s damn house outside 

And you were wearing a frickin turtleneck 

His paranoid ass thought you were hiding hickeys 

He pulled you aside during lunch and asked if everything was okay and if you wanted to break up with him 

He was so panicked 

Your heart broke 

“No of course not, just some guys saw me and you holding hands and uhm wasn’t so nice” 

“Did they hurt you?” 

“Not really it doesn’t hurt that much-“ 

“Show me” 

You took off your shirt 

He couldn’t admire your bare chest because there was a giant bruise forming on your stomach 

And smaller ones on your shoulders 

How could people hurt his baby like that????? 

He was about to cry 

“Mikey it’s fine-“ 

“No, it’s not!” 

Tears were pouring out of eyes by now 

He felt so guiltily

Someone he loved got hurt again

And he didn’t do anything about it

You hated that he was blaming himself 

“I’ll call the school and tell them what happened, it’s not your fault that people are jerks” 

He still felt horrible

So you both ditched the rest of school for a RuPaul's drag race marathon and a bunch of cuddles

He just loves you so muchhhhhhh Treat him right

#musicals x reader #be more chill x reader #michael mell #michael mell x reader #pride month

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 201: You Get out of It This Time, Kendou

Previously on BnHA: Team MomoYamaTokoKure battled Team KendouMangaKuroToadette. Toadette’s disgusting mushroom quirk was put on display a bit too much for my liking. Manga on the other hand revealed what is easily one of the best quirks in the series to date: he can make any onomatopoeia he wants physically take form. Like he can make an impenetrable wall out of big block katakana characters, or spit out the onomatopoeia for the word “humid” only for it to increase the humidity in the area. Super cool shit. By the way, the katakana wall cut Momo off from the rest of her group, and Kendou took advantage of the opportunity to ambush her. She plans to beat Momo by attacking her relentlessly and not giving her a chance to think. But Todoroki was all “bitch if she wanted to win she should have taken Momo out with one shot because my girl is always planning and strategizing even under pressure.” And oh my god you guys it hyped me up so much. Let’s see how this turns out.

Today on BnHA: Momo makes a big fucking cannon (yesssssss) and uses it to shoot a supply bag over to her friends on the other side of Manga’s onomatowall. The bag turns out to contain a powerful antifungal spray (thank god) as well as a pair of infrared goggles. Tokoyami and Hagakure (Aoyama has unfortunately been captured) use the spray to rid themselves of Toadette’s revolting mushrooms, and track her and Kuroiro down with the goggles. Toko bitchslaps them with Dark Shadow and ties them up, but then Toadette sprouts some mushrooms inside of Toko’s windpipe, which is a punkass cheating move but I guess it’s technically allowed so whatever! Meanwhile Kendou manages to capture Momo after a long struggle, and Hagakure as well. So sadly my best girl Momo ends up losing the day, so thank you so very much for that, Horikoshi. I’m not bitter or anything though. Hope you didn’t end up getting artist’s cramp from drawing all those fucking mushrooms you cold-hearted bastard.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my mostly-unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’m caught up with the manga now at chapter 223, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

OH MY GOD YOU GUYS

MOMO MADE ANOTHER GUN

(ETA: this should be one of her super moves and she should say it in a DJ Khaled voice. anotha gun)

you guys you don’t understand. Momo with a giant cannon protruding from her right side is my fucking aesthetic. look at that smirk. she is ready to blow a bitch up. she is going to enjoy it. “oh you think you’re all that because you have giant mickey mouse hands? well how’s about I literally turn my entire right side into an artillery unit?”

my only regret is that she didn’t go even bigger. I want her to sprout a fucking rocket launcher. or hell, why should Bakugou be the only one with a Howitzer attack? ya feel me? let Momo fuck shit up, is what I’m saying. her quirk is so fucking devastating if you just let her utilize it to its full potential!

somewhere Todoroki Shouto is heating up a bag of popcorn in his left hand and smirking at everyone in class 1-B

anyway, I’m gonna calm the fuck down now (maybe) and actually start reading

so Momo, still smirking, says it takes quite some time to create large objects

lmao and poor Tetsutetsu is all “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU’RE POINTING THAT THING AT HOLY SHIT”

WHO DOESN’T LIKE CANNONS, KID WHOSE NAME HASN’T BEEN REVEALED YET?

lol Kendou is freaking out and thinking ‘no way, it has to be a bluff!’

well maybe it is and MAYBE IT ISN’T! maybe she just fucking snapped!! you don’t know! who says Momo can’t just go flying off the deep end and start making some cannons and being all “OH SO YOU WANT TO GET PHYSICAL HUH?” who says?!

ah well

...YOU GET OUT OF IT THIS TIME KENDOU. I guess. but you best watch yourself sister

so Kendou’s shouting “you really do like to think on the dangerous side, don’t you?!” and lol. I guess? I honestly don’t know, all I know is I’m fucking living for this side of Momo you guys

or here’s a crazy thought, maybe even before the moment of impact, you could do that. like why wait. you just like cutting things close or what

anyway so Momo’s taking aim and firing, and just like she said she would, Kendou’s slamming into her with her bigass hands at the exact same moment

eh?

MOMO WHAT DID YOU SHOOT??

“however...”

oh god the mushrooms again nooooo

-- lmao

it finally happened. we finally heard his hero name in action. what a glorious moment

omg

I can’t tell if this scene was meant to be this funny or if I’m just a horrible person for laughing at Tokoyami’s misfortune

...

he must be going for funny. this has to be intentional

oh jesus, Hagakure

weirdly enough, there still isn’t much of an outline to her. even at this juncture, Horikoshi’s still fully committed to keeping her appearance a secret, I guess. presumably because of her being the fucking U.A. traitor, yeah that’s right Hagakure I haven’t forgotten

and Tokoyami is being overly dramatic as usual

like, Momo’s been gone for thirty seconds and he’s already begun reciting his Shakespearean death monologue

though I do like the acknowledgement that Momo is the unquestioned brains of this operation and the leader of their team and that they’re hopelessly screwed without her

meanwhile Toadette is grinning and saying “shroom, shroom!” like some sort of pokemon. like calm down

lol Manga says his throat is getting sore. you’ve said like six words. though maybe it takes more out of him than it would for a normal person, which is understandable. screaming a bunch of rocks at someone probably does hurt your vocal cords a bit

ah, here comes Momo’s little gift to them, finally!

wow he put that together surprisingly fast

so what did she send them?? please be more guns omg

he’s grabbing Hagakure and Dark Shadow is flying them up to retrieve it

wow

are you two guys just gonna sit there and allow this

dun dun dun DUH!!!!!

so... what does it... do

“A WHOLE BUNCHA GUNS! OH SHIT!”

noooooo fuck, meanwhile Kuroiro says Aoyama’s been captured. DAMMIT TOKO HOW DID YOU LET THIS HAPPEN

so that’s Kirishima, Kouda, and Aoyama confirmed dead in the inevitable U.A. invasion which will be the final arc of the series similar to the Battle of Hogwarts, and which will mirror the events of this training battle exactly, according to the conspiracy theory I made up just now which I’m thinking of making a half-hour long Youtube video about maybe but not really

hey what

[counts on fingers] ...

I guess they’re not counting Momo? because they know they’re not getting their hands on her no matter what, that’s right. it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Kendou’s fighting her separately and so they just assume she’ll take care of her. nah I like my version better where they just straight up gave up on that

so Kuro is completely incapable of looking Toadette in the eye, and he’s mumbling everything he says to her, and now he’s shyly thinking about how she just said “as expected of...!” so I take this all to mean that he has an adorable crush on her

holy fucking shit

that joke was almost cremino. have you no morels Toadette

now Kuro is hesitantly asking Toadette if she’s sure the A Team doesn’t know where they’re hiding

what made you think they didn’t? did I miss something? I guess they do kind of blend in pretty well with the surroundings

ah, anyway so the reason he’s asking is because Tokoyami is kind of barreling straight toward them. so

oh snap!

just like Momo offered to make for Kirishima that one time but he was all ACTUALLY FOR YOUR INFORMATION I HAVE MY OWN and she was like okay geez I was just trying to help

also “I stare into the abyss and the abyss stares back” is just. we’ve reached Peak Tokoyami, everyone. pack it up. we’re done here

so the bag contained the googles and also antifungal spray oh shit

loooool

I mean, yeah. use the goggles to track them down and use the antifungal spray to disinfect themselves and fuck the B Team’s shit up. we all understood those intentions you big ham

and he realizes she had already thought of this all the way back when Toadette first attacked

so Tokoyami is bragging about how he noticed that there were no mushrooms sprouting from anyone on class B, so he figured out that they sterilized themselves ahead of time

or she could have just specifically not used her quirk on them, but I guess you happened to be right though

oh yeah, Hawks sayeth that all the time. it’s like his fucking catch phrase. can’t go five minutes without talking about how great speed is

so here’s another new Tokoyami attack!

Tokoyami’s attack names just keep outdoing themselves honestly

so did he basically just spin around a bunch while wrapped in his Black Ankh? did he hit them with those claws?? that’s so violent. class A is just out here straight up trying to kill people

(ETA: lol just wait until the next battle)

LOL

I CAN’T BREATHE OMG. KURO’S FACE

side note, I can never get used to Toko’s first name. it just doesn’t sound like a first name. at all. imagine giving birth to this little baby chick and you’re like “I know, let’s name him Fumikage. like, using the kanji that mean ‘to walk through shadow.’ it just rolls right off the tongue, doesn’t it”

then again their surname means everlasting darkness, so they probably already knew their baby was destined to be goth

oh shit what’s going on?? he just started coughing all of a sudden

don’t tell me he’s got spores in his lungs or something ewwww

OH FUCK FOR REAL

WELL THIS IS HORRIFYING. this is because I made all those jokes about class A going in for the kill isn’t it

Monoma is smugly saying that Tokoyami fucked up by thinking of this as “mere training” and that he should have knocked her out

meanwhile Manga is getting the shit beat out of him by Hagakure

oh shit

well, Momo, you tried. not your fault these guys didn’t take advantage of the cool shit you sent them

oh snapppp

she even bought you that much time and y’all still managed to fuck it up. unbelievable

ah well

and yet, you did! so this evens up the score as expected

well I can’t say I’m happy to see Momo lose, but she did her best, and class 1-B is freakishly strong you guys so all in all it could have been worse

meanwhile I’m still sitting here trying to figure out how the hell Todoroki of all people is gonna manage to lose the next match. that’s gonna take some doing

aww, the boyfriends

I hope so too Shouto. be sure to give her lots of pep talks after this. that is, once you’re done figuring out how you managed to fuck up so badly so as to lose your own match

Midnight says Momo seems like she’d be a great leader, and yeah. she just needs a little bit of time

and here it is

there there kids. and someone please get Fumikage some lozenges though because omg

(ETA: literally that’s the first thing that happens in the next chapter. relief)

#bnha #boku no hero academia #yaoyorozu momo #kendou itsuka #tokoyami fumikage #hagakure tooru #kuroiro shihai #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #and I know all my bitching in this recap is about how robbed momo was #but aoyama was also mistreated in this fight and it does bother me just a little bit #his quirk should be a natural counter for kuro's the same way bakugou and todoroki are bad matchups for tokoyami #but he just lets himself get grabbed and literally does nothing #for that matter hagakure never busts out her own special move #she also could have neutralized kuroiro #she should have gone after him and toadette while tokoyami took care of manga #ah well #life's too short to get mad when the next chapter has some good old fashioned bakudeku rivalry #and more dabi = touya hints #and iidaroki #and lots of other good stuff #so onward we shall go

[visforvengeance]

Fp Jones: you can be the boss, daddy -Smut-

Notes: heyyyyyyyy y’all. I’m back. So this story was gonna be titled something else, but I thought this song fit better. I’ve been working on this for like month and here it finally is!!! Also happy new year. I hope y’all have a good time!

Warnings: age gap (reader is of age!), public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!!), oral (male receiving), uh a shitty ending, cursing and I think that’s it yo.

Georgia’s POV

Have you ever had crush on your best friend's dad? And you get butterflies every time you see him? When you see those fawn colored eyes and that divine smirk on his lips when he catches you blushing? That's how I felt about the infamous Fp Jones. It kinda sucks when all your friends have such hot fucking dads. Especially when you're a teenage girl going through puberty. Jughead doesn't know of my feelings for his father. I think he'd do his best to keep me away from him if he knew.

I wouldn’t say it was just a crush. More of a ‘hey, let’s date each other’ type thing. But if you were in my position, you’d be feeling the same things. I mean Fp is just so great. But the thing is, I don’t know how he’d react if I were to tell him I liked him. He’s known me since I was 4, and he practically raised me. I’m 19, so it’d be technically legal. But I don’t want to lose my best friend. Jughead means everything to me and I can’t imagine what it’d be like without him.

Fp was coming home today. And you know, we just had to throw a party to welcome the serpent king back home. Everybody ran around trying to figure out who’s bringing who, and what goes where. Jughead and Betty had to pick him up around 3 pm. We had a good 4 hours until showtime. We literally had a list telling everyone what to do. Toni and I, are at the bar. Sweet pea and Fangs, do decorations. And everyone else cleans up and makes things look nice.

Since we had a microphone, I’d plan on singing. Fp loved when I sang to him. I chose a song that was pretty self-explanatory about the way I felt about him. Once I was finished helping Toni, I went up to the stage and set everything up. I needed to go home and change before anything started though. As always, I planned on wearing my serpent jacket, because “serpents never shed their skin” as Jughead likes to say.

3 o’clock came around so quickly. Before I know it, Fp had already arrived, and the party had already started. Everyone had their drinks while dancing and chattering to the music. When he saw me, his face light up so brightly, I’m sure I was bound to be blind soon. He walked over to me and hugged me ever so tightly. “if it isn’t my favorite girl.” We pulled away, and he kissed my forehead. “I’m your only girl, Fp. I hope you aren’t sneaking around behind my back.” I said with a false pout. “No need to pout, darling. You’re my one and only.” There it goes. That wicked smirk.

Toni and I were serving drinks left and right. Fp had, had his own bottle, so we didn’t see him come to the bar much. Toni was the only one who knew of my crush on the older guy. ”So, have you told him yet?” I sighed, hopelessly and in love. “No, I haven’t told him yet, T. How do you go up to someone and say something like that? ‘Oh hey, Fp, I want to date you. We should totally go on a date sometime, what do ya say?’ Yeah, sure.” The smaller girl shook her head and sighed. “Come on, Georgia, you know he likes you too. He literally flirts with you every chance he gets.” I groaned. “Oh please. Do not get my hopes up like that, Toni. Fp is not a shy dude. If he wanted me, he definitely would’ve had me by now.” I stated as I rolled my eyes. Toni shook her head at my obliviousness. “And besides, even if he did like me, what about Jughead? How do you think he’d feel about me dating his dad? His best friend in the whole world, someone he’s known since the age of 4, dating his dad? He’d probably hate me.”

It was her turn to sigh now. “I’m sure he won’t hate you. Maybe he’d be a little irate about it, but I don’t think it’s possible for him to hate you.” I moaned, and turned to look at her. “I don’t know, Toni. I plan on telling him tonight, we can just see how it goes from there?” She gave me a warm smile and reached to hug me. “Whatever happens, just know that it’s okay. And if it doesn’t go as planned, Cheryl and I are always here for you.” Now that Toni and Cheryl are dating, it’s like I’ve gained another best friend. “I know. Thanks, babes.” She nodded and went back to what she was doing.

As it got darker, the more buzzed people were. I decided now would be a good time to sing my song. I slid off my serpent jacket and placed it under the bar. Was I nervous? Hell yeah. But tonight was the night and it had to be done. I made my way up to the stage and spoke into the microphone. “Um..excuse me, everyone?” Voices got quieter and I was given everyone’s attention. “Tonight I’d like sing a very special song for Fp. I hope you like it.” The beat to Lana Del Rey’s you can be the boss started playing.

“You taste like the Fourth of July. Malt liquor on your breath, my, my I love you but I don’t know why”

Once I got through the intro, I felt less nervous. I watched everyone’s reaction as I sung the lyrics, such a wide variety of different expressions.

“You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss. Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce.

I like you a lot, I like you a lot Don’t let it stop. You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss.

Bad to the bone, sick as a dog You know that I like, like you a lot Don’t let it stop”

Fp looked very intrigued. Jughead’s facial expression was unreadable. And Toni stood very amused.

“He has a cigarette with his number on it. He gave it over to me, “Do you want it?” I knew it was wrong but I palmed it I saved it, I waited, I called it. The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips

The liquor on your lips makes you dangerous. I knew it was wrong, I’m beyond it. I tried to be strong but I lost it”

After a while, I became less stiff and started moving more. Swaying my hips side to side as I sung the chorus. My vision was focused on Fp, and his on me.

“He has a white corvette like I want it. A fire in his eyes, know, I saw it He’s bleeding from his brains and his wallet He’s sick and he’s taken but honest The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips

The liquor on his lips I just can’t resist As close as I’ll get to the darkness He tells me to, ‘Shut up, I got this’”

Fp had his eyes on my every move as I rocked my hips and felt myself up. My hooded eyes were left on his figure as he rested his hand across his mouth while he looked enthralled.

“I need you, I need you babe Like I never needed anyone You’re so wrong but you’re so much fun You say you treat ‘em mean To keep ‘em keen

But you, you’re not that nice But you taste like the Fourth of July Malt liquor on your breath, my, my…”

I gave a glance at Jughead, and he looked all but angry. He looked as if he’d been waiting for this for a while now. The way Fp looked right now, seemed like he wanted to tear me apart. I sung the rest of the song and thanked everyone as they clapped. I hopped off of the stage and walked over to Fp. My heart was beating ridiculously fast as I waited for him to tell me how he felt. “So, what do you think?” I asked, anxiously. Here we go again with this stupid smirk of his.

“You want my honest opinion?” I whined. “Fp, come on. I’m not fucking around.” He smiled and leaned closer to my ear. “I want to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able walk for a while.” He caught me off guard for a second, but I maintained my calm persona. “All you had to do was ask, my love” I whispered back as I kissed his cheek. I grabbed his hand and led him to the restrooms. I pushed him in and locked the door.

I didn’t hesitate to smash my lips against his, and he wasted no times kissing back. His hands rested on my hips while mine were on the back of his neck. He trailed kisses from my jaw to my neck, and every spot he’s been would feel like I was on fire. I bit my lip as he sucked on my pulse point, causing me to moan quietly. He picked me up as if I weighed nothing and pushed me against the cold marble wall.

His calloused hands ran up my thighs and he squeezed tightly, so tight that I’m sure there’d be a bruise tomorrow. Our breathing turned violent, as we became rougher with our movements. Our teeth clashed because of how hard he kissed me again. I ran my hands down his body to feel how hard he was, he let out a gasp when he felt me squeeze his cock. ”You’re so hard for me, daddy. How about we fix that, hmm?”

I unwrapped my legs from around him and pushed him against the wall. I got down on my knees and unbuttoned his pants, tugging them down to his knees. His cock sprung out at me and I smiled. ”Only you could make me this hard, princess.” I stroked him and looked up at him. ”Oh, daddy. You’re in for a wild night.” I presented him with a smug look.

After being sexually active for 3 years, I don’t think I’ve ever heard a man moan so beautifully. I licked up the pre-cum that spewed from the head and moaned. I slid him into my mouth and sucked softly, which made his grip on my home tighten. I struggled quietly as I took him all the way in my mouth. I guess he couldn’t take my teasing and decided to take matters into his own hands. He held my head in place as he fucked my face roughly. My moans mixed with his loud ones were like a melody. If you didn’t know what we were doing in the first place, I’m sure you know now.

He slowed down and I pushed him away. “Not so fast, buddy. I want you in me.” He laughed silently and kissed me passionately. “Whatever you say, babe.” He pushed me against the wall as we made out, he slipped his hands into my pants and found my clit. He pressed his fingers against it and I felt jolts of ecstasy ripple through me. ”You’re so wet, doll. Who made you this wet?” He rubbed vigorously at the little bundle of nerves.

I moaned out in a pleasurable manner. ”You did.” He kissed down my neck, leaving little hickies every now and then. ”You’re such a beautiful girl, you know that, love? I’ve never fucked anyone as beautiful as you.” He pulled his hand away, causing me to gasp. Before I could process what was happening, he pulled my pants down. ”Oh,” I said softly. He picked me up koala style and held me tightly as he pushed himself in me.

We both let out a stammering breath. He paused for a second, so I could get used to his size. He was a lot bigger than I expected. I told him to move as I’ve gotten used to him by now. His rhythmic thrusts caused to me to whimper and pull at his hair. ”You look so beautiful like this, doll. Taking my cock so well in that pretty pussy of yours. I can’t wait to see you cum on my cock, like the good girl you are.” His words were forcefully pushing me over the edge as I came. I nearly screamed, but instead, I kissed him.

He kept going, as he hasn’t reached his orgasm yet. But he was so close. His thrusting became unsteady and his breathing got faster. ”Cum for me, daddy.” He pulled out and came on my thigh My boy was a moaning mess, such a sight to see. “Oh god.” He breathed out as he tried to calm down. “How was that for a first time?” He laughed and kissed my cheek.

When we were all good to go, we exited the bathroom. No one noticed but Jughead. He made his way over to us and chuckled. “Looks like you two had fun.” He said with crossed arms and a smirk. I looked at Fp and smiled. ”I guess you could say that.” I pulled Jughead to the side. ”Are you like…okay with this? I mean us dating?”

”I mean it is going to be a bit weird. But I know you and my dad. I think you’d be good for each other. But don’t expect me to call you mom.” He noted while pointing at me. ”Oh please, I wouldn’t dream of it.” I laughed and hugged him. I walked back to Fp and wrapped my arms around him. ”Hello” I perked my chin upon his shoulder. ”Hi” He chirped and turned around. ”So. Happy homecoming!” I exclaimed. ”Thank you. For all of this.” I shook my head and smiled ”anything for you.”

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