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angels-fantasy · 15 days

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hi! i was wondering if you could do a bakugou x reader where the reader went to the states to visit family and as a surprise the reader came back on an earlier flight but something bad happened to the flight she was supposed to go on but thank god she wasn’t on it and bakugou thought the worst when she wasn’t responding to her texts but it turned out all okay in the end? sorry if that’s vague 😭😭

Flight Frights (Request)

Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Details/Warnings: katsuki gets a little emotional in this one, slight talks of death but nothing crazy

Word Count: 1.7k

hello thank you for this request :)) it was enough for me to work with so dont worry! i hope you like it 🩷

"You sure you got everything?" Your boyfriend asked for the millionth time.

You rolled your eyes. "Yes, I have everything. You can even double check my bags!" You insisted.

He squinted and began looking through each of your bags silently. After a few minutes you looked at him smugly, "Are you going to tell me how perfect I am and that I didn't forget a single thing?"

Katsuki smirked, "Nah, I was gonna say you forgot your brain somewhere." He teased and gripped the top of your head lightly.

You smacked his hand away, "You're not funny, Katsuki." You laugh, despite your words.

"Yes I am and you know it."

The two of you continued to spend time together until it was time for you to go to the airport. You were visiting your parents in the states, so Katsuki was going to drive you to the airport and send you off.

When the time to go to the airport came, he drove you there and waited with you until you boarded the plane, which you felt bad about but appreciated a lot.

Some time later, a boarding announcement for your flight rang out loud through the speakers and you frowned at Katsuki.

"I'm gonna miss you." You said and hugged him tightly.

He hugged you back, "Yeah, I know."

"Stop it! Be serious."

He laughed and apologized, "I'll miss you too. Be safe on the plane and everywhere else, and don't talk to any fucking weirdos okay?"

You nodded and gave him a kiss, saying goodbye.

...

The time spent at your parents went well and you called and texted Katsuki as much as you could but it was hard, considering the time difference.

But like always, you managed to make it work.

As your trip neared it's end, your mother asked you if you were going to take the later flight like you planned.

"Jeez Mom. You trying to get rid of me already?" You teased her, making her pout at you.

"Oh stop it. You know that's not what I mean."

You smiled and said, "I know, it's just fun to mess with you," with a laugh, "but nah, I think I'm gonna take the earlier flight actually. I wanna surprise Katsuki, even if it's just a few hours earlier."

Your mom smiled at you, "That's sweet of you. I wish he could've come along with you..." She trailed off, making you a little jealous that your mom was wishing someone else came along too.

You crossed your arms, "Yeah well, he's busy with hero work, so he couldn't." You excused, "And besides, you should be glad it's just me! I missed you and Dad."

She smiled and patted your head. "Well of course I'm glad you're here! But I know you two must miss each other a lot. I know what it's like to be in love." She winked, and coincidentally your father walked in at the same time.

You both greeted him and continued talking about mundane things. You only had two days left with your parents, so you wanted to make them count more than the previous ones.

...

Fast forward to the day of your flight. Your parents took you to the earliest one at 5:00 am and said good bye to you, but not without some tears.

After sending you off with a lot of love, you were now on your way back home. You felt weird not texting your boyfriend about what you were doing, but you were still excited to surprise him. You wondered how he'd react.

You were a little nervous about how he'd react to you not answering his messages, since you wouldn't be able to text him regularly during the whole flight. Maybe he'd think you were sleeping in, since it was a likely scenario.

Ignoring your thoughts, you looked out the window at the raining sky and decided to fall asleep, hoping it would make the trip go by faster and thankfully it did.

...

Back in Japan 5 hours later

Katsuki had been on his phone mindlessly scrolling through his feed when suddenly a video caught his attention. It was a recent news post about a plane crash coming back to Japan from America.

"The flight had taken off at 10:00 am, and an hour into the flight the plane experienced a high amount of turbulence due to the unexpected weather conditions. Suddenly, the plane went crashing down-"

The news now had all of Katsuki's attention. He felt his heart racing in his chest and the world went silent, only the sound of his beating heart now filling his ears.

The plane that had crashed, was the flight you were on.

He felt as if time was slowing down as he watched the news. The news reporters had been describing just how bad the accident was, and he felt like he couldn't breathe.

There was no way you were hurt or even dead, right? You had to come back home to him. He had so many plans for your future. There's no way he'd be able to live life knowing he'd never get to act on them.

He grabbed his phone and clicked on your contact to call you but it went straight to voicemail. It was just because you had it on airplane mode right? They always make people turn that shit on.

He called again and again until he thought he was going to go crazy at the sound of the automated system's voice. He threw his phone across the bedroom and rubbed his hands through his sweaty hair.

After taking a few deep breaths, he got up and walked over to where his phone was and picked it up. Turning it over, he sighed at the large crack on the screen.

"Fuck..." He mumbled. Whatever. His phone didn't matter right now. What mattered was you and your safety. That damn phone was replaceable, but you weren't.

He continued to use his phone to call your mom, who was confused at his phone call.

"Hello Katsuki!" Your mother said.

"Hey, um-" He cut himself off to hold back tears. Fuck did your parents even know about what happened? Your mom sounded so happy, he didn't want to ruin it.

"Katsuki?" Your mother asked in a worried tone, "You okay, dear?"

He nodded, even though she couldn't see him. He wiped his eyes, "I'm fine. I was just calling to ask about Y/n."

"Oh! She should be fine. We dropped her off at the airport a while ago, so she's on her way back to you."

Holy crap. Your mom didn't even know about what happened. He couldn't tell her, there was no way. All he could do was thank her and hang up before he began to cry.

"God dammit." He cried.

Katsuki had never felt so defeated and devastated before. He continued to sit on your shared bed, eventually laying down in it and crying out for you. He didn't know what condition you were in right now, but like he was trained to do, he assumed the worse.

...

Hours later, you were finally off that cramped plane and on your way home. You couldn't wait to see Katsuki and the look on his face when you surprised him.

As you were driven home in an Uber, you were on your phone when a news report popped up. Curious, you clicked on it and found out that it was about the flight you were supposed to be on.

You put a hand over your mouth and thanked every god there was that you ended up on a different plane.

You closed the news article and focused on something else to distract you until you got home.

When you finally did, you giddily ran up the steps to your home and opened the door as quietly as you could. It was pretty early in Japan, so maybe Katsuki was still asleep.

Pulling in your luggage behind you, you took your shoes off and scampered around the house to look for your boyfriend. The house was so quiet, which was strange since his presence was so loud.

Tip-toeing into your bedroom, you awed silently at the sight of him sleeping. You snapped a quick picture and walked over to him, sitting on the bed next to him.

You reached out and stroked the top of his head, lightly scratching his scalp to wake him up. You frowned a bit when you noticed how irritated his eyes seemed. Maybe spring was getting to him already.

"Katsuki, wake up." You whispered.

He grumbled a bit in his sleep, shifting around a bit before finally opening his eyes.

You smiled and held one of his hands in both of yours, "Surprise! I'm home early."

He looked at you with a sleep clouded gaze for a second, and then shot up in bed.

"You're okay?! Oh my fucking god." He said and wrapped his arms around you in a bone crushing hug.

You hugged him back, "Of course I'm okay! Why wouldn't I be?"

He rested his face in the crook of your neck and said, "I-I thought you were hurt. I saw the news about the flight and it crashed!"

You frowned and hugged him tighter, "Oh Katsuki... I'm so sorry I didn't tell you anything." You pulled away slightly and placed your hands on his face, "I wanted to surprise you, so I got on an earlier flight."

He sighed and leaned his forehead onto yours, "Thank fuck you did. I would've brought you back to life and killed you myself if you died." He said, making you laugh now that his personality seemed to be back.

"Now cuddle me." He demanded and wrestled you lightly to lay you down next to him.

You gasped at his words, "Did you just admit you want to cuddle me?" You asked.

"Of course I do, woman. I haven't seen your ass in weeks." He said and laid his head on your chest, wrapping an arm around your waist, lightly stroking the skin there.

You moved around, trying to get into a comfortable position which made Katsuki groan.

He pinched one of your thighs, making you yelp, "Stop squirming. We're going to bed now."

You smiled, "Sorry love," and messed with his hair. "Can I put on a movie Kats?"

"Mmm."

You took that as a yes.

As you watched the movie, you continued massaging Katsuki's scalp and playing with his hair which made him eventually fall asleep. You smiled down at him, happy that he was now at peace compared to earlier.

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thank you for reading <3

btw for people who have sent a request, i'm working on it i promise! it's just happening a little slower since i'm sick lol

love ya 🩷

tags for bakugou fics: @doumadono @shonen-brainrot

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remember-the-fanfics · 3 months

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Heya! Saw you were in need of some hazbin requests- would you be okay writing something angsty? I liked your earthborn idea, so you can use that concept for the reader <3 maybe teen!reader is having a rly tough time mentally at the hotel? Panic attacks, loss of appetite, the whole lot of it. You can take this anywhere it goes, I won’t mind. And if you can’t/don’t want to write it no worries! (Also, on a serious note I am getting help currently. Please don’t worry about my mental well-being ❤️)

So abrupt ending, ran out of idea and then got a headache, hope you're doing well. <3

Cut because readers thoughts get real panicked

You weren't a sinner, you haven't even died yet.

Why were you here?

Was everyone right? Did you truly deserve this?

They can't be-, you are still mortal. Then why were you even in Hell?

Why Why why-

You couldn't tell anyone, not that you don't trust them! All of the people (are they even still people if they are dead? Demons?), are nice and you just don't want to worry them with the truth.

"Have any of you seen (Y/n)? They are always willing to help me with taste testing my food?" Niffty asked after finishing cooking for the hotel.

"Haven't actual seen them today. I think they are sleeping though the day. I would." Said Husk, cleaning a glass.

"They've been skittish the past few days when they aren't in their room." Alastor stated, "More jumpy that usual."

"(Y/n) haven't been like this since they first got here." Said Charlie with a remorseful look. "I hope I didn't push them to hard on redemption, I know they can be sensitive about certain things."

"Like how all of this could be for nothing?" Said Alastor with a chuckle. "They might realize that and miss their old life. Realizing that they can't actually get better than hell."

"I'm checking on them." Said Vaggie, getting up and heading towards (Y/n)'s room.

"Just don't be too pushy! And make sure they've eaten! And water!" Said Charlie after Vaggie.

Vaggie remembers the look on your face when you realized you were in Hell being the one who found you wondering aimlessly. Your transition to a sinner wasn't a pretty one, after accepting Charlie's offer at the hotel the two didn't see you for almost two weeks. Vaggie thought you left until Charlie convinced you to come out of your room.

You look lost when you opened the door. The two only realized that you were young, not a child but not completely an adult. Charlie didn't force you to talk about what you were thinking, just got you to eat something and drink water then take a shower with some borrowed clothes.

Vaggie had moved you to a closer room to the two of them. You didn't have anything to move out so you just followed the two. They kept an eye on you since, making sure you realized that this wasn't the end.

Vaggie grumbled on her breath, standing infront of your door. Knocking with no answer.

"Kid, I know you're in there. Just want to make sure you're okay."

"..."

"(Y/n) did one of these assholes do something? I'll kick their ass if they did." Vaggie continued. "... You haven't closed yourself off like this since you first got here."

Hearing a sniffle after bring that up, clued Vaggie in what might be wrong.

"Look, I'm not like Charlie and will break the door down instead of talking to you for 2 weeks waiting for you to open it."

" 'm fine Vaggie."

"When was the last time you ate?"

"..."

"Or drank any water? Or even took a shower?"

"Give me a second."

(Y/n) would have jump out of the window if it wasn't that far. They looked for any escape route from Vaggie and the conversation they would have. (Y/n) could hide in the closet but they spent their childhood in there, they dont want to go back.

With a quick push the trash under their bed and make themselves presentable, they open the door and Vaggie look unimpressed.

"Come on, Niffty made food. You're eating." Said Vaggie not giving (Y/n) a chance to say no by grabbing their hand and pulling them along.

"Okay..."

"Charlie gonna want to know what upset you." Said Vaggie, (Y/n) groaned in response.

"Can't we just say I'm fine? I don't want to talk about it."

"You're not fine. You've not closed yourself off in awhile."

"I needed some me time?"

"That shouldn't include ignoring your health."

Well it was the most awkward dinner, everyone was trying not to stare at (Y/n)'s disheveled shape while eating. (Y/n) ate almost half the plate before pushing it away.

"I'm full." They said.

"You haven't eaten in a week, you need to finish." Said Husk.

"That's all I can eat right now. If I try I'll probably vomit it back up which will put me back in square one." Said (Y/n), trying not to get annoyed with the others for caring.

"You still need to hydrate." Vaggie said putting down a glass of water infront of them, (Y/n) grimace at the glass as water didn't taste good to them.

"Fine just can you all go back to eatting your own food?" (Y/n) said, sipping on the water while everyone grumbled and went back to their own plates of food. Everyone became silent while eating when it just became to loud in (Y/n)'s head again.

You were fine, everything was fine. This water was... water. The food was fine.

Everything was just fine. Everyone was fine.

Why then didn't it feel fine?

Why couldn't you feel fine?

Because you were in hell-

Like all the people your family said would be there-

People like

You.

But you shouldn't be here. You never died, you don't even look like the people down here.

Down down down, why does you life always go that direction?

You really should breath.

The first one to notice was the only one who didn't take her eyes off of (Y/n), Charlie, seeing that (Y/n) just stops everything. Charlie went to them quickly, not touching them yet. Crouching down next to their chair, having everyone watching now. Vaggie gotten out of her own chair ready to help at any moment.

"(Y/n)? Are you-?"

(Y/n) took a quick inhale, barely putting down their glass in time for their body to exhale. Charlie realized that they were breathing too fast while (Y/n) realized they were panicking infront of people.

"(Y/n)?" Asked Charlie, startling (Y/n) out of their thoughts and almost out of their chair. They looked like a frighten animal at Charlie.

"...Fine, 'm fine, t'is fine, promise." (Y/n) said, trying to not worry Charlie.

"Just focus on your breath." Said Charlie. "Just close your eyes and focus, in for 5, hold for 5, and exhale for 5."

(Y/n) squeezed their eyes shut, trying to focus their ragged breathing to calm down.

Just focus

After a few minutes, (Y/n) keep their eyes closed not wanting to face everyone.

"Better?" Asked Vaggie.

"Hmm." (Y/n) mumbled in response.

"Want to take a shower, while I get Niffty to fix up your room?"

"Hm- yeah."

While (Y/n) being in the shower, Charlie and Vaggie went with Niffty to (Y/n)'s room. Which just was littered with all things; trash, clothes, and random things.

"I never seen their room this messy before, hope there aren't any bugs. If there are any, they wouldn't be for long." Said Niffty getting to work quickly.

Charlie helped by ridding the bed of covers, pillows, and sheets. Vaggie taking anything that seemed dirty to be washed and getting new bedding for the bed, while looking for clean clothes for (Y/n) to wear.

"What do you think bothering them so much?" Asked Charlie.

"Probably thinking that they'll be suck here forever." Said Niffty.

"...That's probably true but they believe in redemption that I'm working on, are they second guess it?"

"(Y/n) has a habit of pushing their problems away until they can't." Said Husk, standing at the door way with a drink. "I'll take the clothes to them if you want." He said to Vaggie before she handed him the clothes.

"But they know we are here for them. Why can't they trust us with helping them though this?"

"They are probably use to going though it by themselves, they don't usually talk about who they were before hell." Said Vaggie, putting a hand on Charlie's shoulder. "We'll be here to help them up again when they need it."

"I know, I just want the help them before it gets to this." Said Charlie before (Y/n) appeared in the doorway of their room.

"Oh wow, you all did a good job. It looks way better." Said (Y/n) nervously after hearing what Charlie said. "I apologize for what happened. Not use to people wanting to help me before it becomes their problem when it gets to big."

"Well we'll be here if you ever want to talk about it." Said Charlie.

"Thanks. I'll try if it happens again."

#platonic hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #earthborn reader #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin angel dust #hazbin Vaggie #hazbin niffty #i didnt put Alastor here because the bitch would probably laugh or try and murder someone for you

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coolprettyleo · 2 months

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begin again au ☆ - Frankies Lore!

wc: 1.8k

tw: drinking, mean coach, quitting, embarrassing? fluff bit of angst?

ryan leonard x hughes sister au!

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frankie couldn't believe what she had just done. something that had been a long time coming finally crashed down and for the first time in her life frankie felt bittersweet.

her whole life has revolved around the sport of hockey; having three brothers playing in the NHL and a mother and father who both played collegiete and now coach is a nightmare in disguise; for someone who is so tired of trying.

dont get her wrong she loved the sport. growing up, she started to confuse what the love was actually for. she thought she held the same passion to play that her brothers did, she was wrong. she now knows the love was to watch it never play it. she loved too watch her family come together and love something so much. she loved too watch other people play. she loved it from a distance. it took a while to come to terms with that.

when she explains the situation to anyone she always uses the same analogy. she loves to hear country music but that doesn't mean she wants to become the next taylor swift. even if she was a fan.

frankie had finally had enough and quit. not before going off on her coach though. something that she had been wanting to say every time she had been forced to stay after practice, run extra drills, every time she has been yelled at for tipping a shot in, every time she had been compared to her brothers, she finally did it.

*flashback to earlier*

"I want to see you guys here tomorrow morning seven am sharp!" coach lindsey said fiercely.

frankie respected the woman. her story was something she found inspiring. but right now she wanted the strangle the woman. her bones felt as if she was just hit by a bus and she hadn't had a good night sleep in about a month. so frankie being frankie, loudly groaned.

"hughes! just for that, you can stay back and do some laps!"

dont cry. dont cry. dont cry. you caused this.

her teammates filed out torwards the locker rooms desperately trying to get away before their coach decided to ultimately punish all of them while she began to skate. in her head frankie was about to lose it as her coach began to yell insult after insult.

"cmon hughes! you're never going to be good as your brothers with that speed"

"you call that faster?"

"I didn't tell you you can stop!"

coach lindsey yelled. she looked and sounded like abby lee miller. frankie smiled to herself at the thought as she began to slow down after skating as fast as she could for about fifteen minutes straight. not feeling well frankie skated off the rink towards the closest trashcan and threw up.

as she heard her coach coming up to her she began to plead.

"please, I cant take it anymore" she cried.

"your done for tonight. and fix that attitude by tomorrow morning will ya. you think your brothers are pulling this crap with their coaches?"

"I said I cant do it anymore!" frankie yelled finally having enough. shocking both herself and her coach.

"how is any of this okay! after everything you just yelled at me, pushing me through utter exhaustion, you come over here and try to act like its okay!?! i'm done."

"grow up and stop being a brat hughes. i'll see you tomorrow."

"you won't. I promise you that" Frankie threw back as she got her bag and began to walk out.

"you walk out that door and your future on this team is done!"

"its been done" frankie said walking out with tears streaming down her eyes.

*flashback ended*

she didn't know what to do. if she were to call her family they would worry and fly in thinking she was going through a manic episode, maybe she was but this felt real and it felt good.

its like her brain and heart had been at war since she was thirteen and her heart had finally won the war five years later. she didn't know whether to laugh or cry though.

she was happy because she was finally free. but she felt a dark cloud gloom over her when she realized she had to tell her family what she just did. she honestly didn't know how they were going to react.

the guilt began to rain on her as she remembered hoe happy they had been for her because they realized she can actually go on and play professionally since the PWHL had its debut and she was already a top prospect for the 2024 year draft but she just went and ruined it.

they're going to disown me.

that thought alone caused frankie to be where she was right now. in a bar with her fake ID drinking her feelings away on a wednesday night. alone. this had to be borderline alcoholic.

"I mean I wanted this right? so why do I feel like throwing myself off the bridge! why am I like this! am I being annoying? you can tell me greg" frankie rambled on to the bartender whose name was actually john.

"im going to call you and uber" he said dismissing her not wanting to deal with a drunk college girl.

"no! let me call someone!" she said taking the bar phone away from him. seeing as her phone had died about forty five minutes ago. quickly dialing the only number she remembered due to the fact she never saved his contact in her phone.

"hello?"

"drew! please, please come pick me up! you know I hate taking ubers alone. I swear i'll give you a little something after..." she said suggestively.

"frankie? hold on drews in the shower. its will, are you drunk? really on a wednesday? where are you?" will began to scold her over the phone, sounding very motherly.

"don't you judge me, I needed this. and im at the mecca" frankie slurred.

"ryan and I will be there in fifteen" he said hanging up.

"lady get off the counter!"

is what will and ryan heard when they walked into the bar.

"oh god" ryan said as he saw frankie start to crawl onto the counter. quickly rushing over to pull her off.

"m'not interested." she mumbled when she felt big hands around her waist.

ryan felt his heart crack. he knew he shouldn't because, one she probably thinks its some random guy and two frankie doesn't know he likes her.

since he first met frankie he realized he's had a thing for her but being the good friend he is, he kept his feelings to himself not wanting to start problems with drew.

it gives him so much anger to think about the fact that drew basically just uses her for sex. but at the same time she's probably just using drew too. so who is he to to get mad.

someone who would give her the world

"what are you doing frankie" will says giving her a disappointed look as ryan pulls her over his shoulder.

"I was just trying to dance!" frankie says upside down.

"on a wednesday at seven thirty pm? at least wait till ten" ryan says approaching the car and strapping her in.

"i quit the team"

"WHAT"

"ur lying"

will and ryan said at the same time with their eyes wide. they knew frankie hated playing hockey, they just never thought she was going to quit. someone with as much talent as frankie needs to be out there.

"m'not. im done and im scared to tell my family. I think they're going to be mad" she slurred as her eyes began to water.

ryan, who cant handle to see her cry quickly got into the back seat with her, and started to comfort her. wrapping her up in his arms and wiping her tears that began to fall from her big blue eyes. he could stare into them forever.

he told will to start driving back to her apartment as he comforted her.

"frankie, your family loves you and you know that. they're never going to hate you because you quit, if anything I think they've been expecting it-"

"geez thanks ryan" frankie says crying drunkly. ryan cant help but smile a bit because even though he hates to see her like this she looks really cute.

"not like that, its just anyone who knows and loves you can see your not happy out there. I see it, will sees it, so I know for a fact they see it too. and if they didnt and they do get mad thats on them. its your life not theirs" ryan says with his arm wrapped around her as she sniffles into his shirt.

"I guess so" she finally says seeing as their pulling up to her dorm.

"can you walk me up? its okay if you dont want too! I get it, im just scared that the RA is going to see me like this and call campus security on me and-"

"frankie! of course ill walk you up, are you kidding" ryan cuts off her rambling pulling her out of the car.

"i'll walk home smitty, you dont have to wait" ryan says knowing he was doing homework earlier that was due tonight before frankie had called.

"you sure?" will says kinda feeling bad for not staying and helping him take care of her. but then realizing ryan probably wants to take care of her.

him and gabe loved to tease ryan on the fact he was hopelessly in love with frankie. of course they would never tell drew even though they know if ryan were to just tell drew how he feels drew would back off. ryan just likes to be complicated.

"yeah, we'll be fine. right frankie?" he says keeping her upright. she was fully awake but the thing about frankie hughes is she loves to lay on the floor when she was drunk.

"yup!!" she chirps while ryan smiles down at her.

they wave goodbye to will while ryan picks her up and walks to towards her door. he smiles as he gets too her door and sees her doormat.

'cool bitches only'

he opens the door using her keys that he found in her purse and hauls her inside down the hall to her room. her room was so her. he loved it.

god I sound like a creep.

he shakes the thought from his head as he settles her down, takes off her shoes, and wipes all the remaining makeup off her face. thinking of how perfect she was.

"ryan" she says dreamingly as she feels him pull the cover over her body.

"yes baby?"

frankie felt her stomach do a cartwheel and she couldn't understand why.

"thank you. for everything."

"anytime frankie hughes"

he says before giving her a kiss on her forehead and walking home.

send in ideas for this au!! im really excited for it!

#ryan leonard #will smith hockey #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #gabe perreault #ryan leonard imagine #ryan leonard x reader #frankie x ryan #hockey imagine #hockey fic #hughes sister #luke hughes x reader #jack hughes x reader #quinn hughes x reader #bc hockey

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marksbear · 1 year

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Okay I know am making alot of requests but I just want to write this down and get it to you so I hopefully won't forget. But how about sub Steven with a werewolf boyfriend. And he starts ignoring Steven because his rut is coming and doesn't want to hurt Steven. Which leads to Steven coming over to his home and seeing if he is okay. Reader then explains and steven says he won't hurt him if he will have him. Which leads to Steven getting destroyed and then reader asks if he wants to be his mate forever and steven says yes and then gets marked by reader. Idk why but I've just been in the mood for monster readers so if you dont mind that the next few requests I make will probably be different monsters.-🐻‍❄️

I don't mind if you request a lot honestly I love it keeps me busy. Hope you like it my friend and I don't mind writing about monsters! 🐻‍❄

Warnings! SMUT, monster sex, werewolf reader, talk about breeding,

STEVEN GRANT X WEREWOLF MALE READER

"This isn't like Y/n."

Steven thinks to himself after seeing Y/n text messages. Y/n had canceled their date again It's like the fourth time this week he had done it. And all his excuses was the same.

"Sorry Steven, but I can't make it. I'll make it up next time baby."

Usually Steven wouldn't mind if Y/n canceled it cause he will always tell him the reason but this time Y/n will just apologize and tell him he will make it up.

So of course Steven grew worried for his boyfriend since this was the first time Y/n ever acted like this. Steven made a plan to visit his boyfriend buying some snacks for him if hes sick.

Steven walks up to Y/n's house and uses the spare key unlocking the door and walking inside. The house is dark and silent a bit creepy if Steven was honest. Steven explores the house seeing lots of things broken and torn apart like paintings, vases, seats and chairs and even a whole table.

Steven walks to his boyfriend's bedroom hearing growls and panting. Steven crouches a little looking through the keyhole and a gasp escapes his lips. Steven stares in awe at his boyfriend. Y/n is naked on the floor breathing while some moans escape his lips Y/n eyes staring at his hard aching cock. Y/n eyes shoot up at the door and stand up from the floor.

"Baby? I wouldn't want to come in right now if I was you...I'm not in the best shape right now." Y/n tries to reason walking closer to the door laying his head on it."What's the matter love?" Steven asks through the door feeling even more worried.

Y/n thinks of a way to tell his boyfriend what's going on with him without sounding blunt. "Remember when me and you had that long boring talk about what I am a few months back?" "About your werewolf thingy?" Y/n chuckles at his boyfriend response.

"Yes Stevey. Uhm well...I'm going through my rut to avoid the long and boring details It's very dangerous for you to be here." After Y/n tells Steven that Steven grows quiet causing Y/n to worry. "Steven. All those months back when I told you I will never hurt you. I still plan to stick to my words." Y/n says that to hopefully ease his boyfriend.

"Is there a way that I can help you?" Steven asks worriedly and puts his hand on the door knob. Y/n tries to hold back the monster inside of him opening the door for Steven. "Steven...If you let me have you i'll promise not to hurt you."

Y/n takes Steven by his cheeks brings him closer and kisses Steven deeply on his lips. As the two kiss Y/n inhales Steven's scent making the beast inside him even more hard to hold back. The kiss gets even more heated with Y/n basically tackling Steven on the bed pinning him down as he uses his free hand ripping Steven's clothes off.

Y/n growls in Steven's mouth and pulls away from the kiss and rips off Steven's shirt completely. Y/n bites and licks Steven's chest lust and his animal instincts take over him completely. Y/n's hard cock presses against Steven's ass while Y/n grinds onto Steven's lower half.

Once Steven is naked Y/n flips him over so his chest and stomach is on the sheets while his waist is up. Steven hears Y/n transforming into his wolf form and he feels Y/n's hard cock gets even bigger. Y/n's cock is between Steven's thighs moving back and forth. Y/n movement is fast opening a bottle of lube and applying it on his fingers while he uses his free hand to hold Steven's waist still.

"HmMm!~ oh fu-uuck!" Steven moans out feeling Y/ns first finger going inside of him. Even though it's only one finger it makes Steven already feel so full inside. Steven cries and moans in the sheets rocking his hips back and forth on the finger. Y/n adds another finger stretching Steven out at a fast pace, Steven's cock leaks with precum oozing out the tip. Soon enough Steven is in pure bliss by the fingers holding the sheets for dear life as he screams and moans. To Steven it seems Y/n still has his sense in human in him fingering and stretching him so thoughtfully.

Y/n pulls his fingers out and quickly adds lube on his cock. The human sense of Y/n is thrown out the window when Y/n grabs Steven's waist slamming him down onto his cock without mercy. Y/n growls and begins to fuck his boyfriend merciless. The grip Y/n has on Steven's hips is gonna mark, but Y/n doesn't care only focusing on his own pleasure.

"L-love! s--slow down! pleAse slow down! AhhHh~ ohh fuck~" Steven begs while his face runs with tears.

The bed creaks, shakes and bounces from the two as skin slapping, moans and screams can be heard from outside the house while the two are at it. Steven holds onto the pillow for dear life screaming in it while some of his tears land on it.

Y/n's cock is reaching new places for Steven causing Steven to scream and cry as the cock inside him explore places that it hasn't ever reached. Y/n turns Steven around making his back on the sheets now. Steven's eyes are all watery, but he can still see Y/n's wolf features clearing. Steven opens his legs wider giving Y/n more access.

Steven looks down at his stomach seeing the outline of Y/n cock bulging in his stomach. Steven weakly moves his hand on the bulge feeling it move up and down inside him. The image of Y/n that deep inside him makes Steven throw his head back and cum hard all over himself and his lover.

The scent of his Steven makes Y/n intoxicated and makes him go even faster abusing his hole. Y/n growl and snarl and almost let out a sound almost like a howl as he cums deep inside Steven burying his seed deep inside him. Steven cries and moans feeling Y/n hot cum inside him. Steven thinks Y/n load never stops coming. It overfills him causing most of the cum to leak out of his abused hole.

"Steven...Become my mate. Be mine forever."

"Y----yes. I wanna be your mate..." Even though Steven's answer is quiet Y/n still hears him and moves to Steven's neck finding a spot before biting into it deeply. Steven winces and squirms under Y/n.

After a while Y/n finally pulls away licking and kissing the mark before turning back into his human form.

"Soo...How will you rate the monster?"

"Y/nnn. Not now." Steven says out of breath.

"I'm just saying. Looks like you two had fun. I mean you're covered in cum and lets not even talk about your legs, thighs and especially your ass---"

Y/n gets cut off by a pillow thrown his way. Y/n laughs and kisses Steven's head. "He told me he likes you. And he wants to fuck you again until you have his children." Y/n says honestly with a giggle.

"Did you hear me Steven----" "SHUT UP"

THE END

#steven grant x male reader #steven grant #moon knight #moonknight x male reader #x male reader #male reader #marvel x male reader #the bear club

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luveline · 2 years

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heyy can you do a james x drunk! reader where maybe she calls him by accident and he goes to pick her up and finds out she is really really drunk and helps her getting sick and he starts worrying this may be a problem and tries to talk to her bc he worries its okay if you don’t want to do it just let me know! thank you so much love your works 💗

thank so much for your request! this is a sequel to this and this but you dont have to read them to understand <3 tw throwing up not graphic

You haven't texted James back in a couple of hours. He's unconcerned, toeing his shoes off by the front door when you call.

It's mostly shuffling sounds. Your voice, far away. You sound strange. He says your name, and when that doesn't work, he tries, a little louder, "Sweetheart?"

You're giggling. He thinks he can hear you getting closer, and then you're talking.

"Oh… I called someone. Ha, oh my god. Smashed."

"Sweetheart?"

"Um," you get ever louder. He assumes you've held the phone to your cheek. "Hello?"

"Hi, sweetheart."

"Jamie! Hi. I miss you so much, where are you? I can't see you?"

He feels a blush blooming over his cheeks and clears his throat. "Where are you?"

"I'm at Shelley's."

"Yeah? By yourself?" He has a creeping suspicion.

"Well…" you begin, voice high pitched and lilting, "I was with somebody at some point, I swear. But I, ugh," you make a strange sound that worries him something awful, and say, much smaller, "I don't feel very well."

James feels a spike of nervousness as he shrugs his shoes back on, scrambling for his car keys, forgoing his coat. "I'll come get you."

"James, you're not here?"

His name sounds sweet when you say it, even slurred. It breaks his heart to hear you so gone. He swings the front door closed behind him and makes his way to the car.

"No, I'm at home."

"You don't have to come, I'm okay. I'm gonna go home soon."

"Who's taking you home?" he asks sceptically.

You're silent for a while. When you talk, you're quiet, careful, as if you're determined to say what you want to say perfectly. "You don't need to take care of me all the time. I know I'm a mess."

"I want to take care of you."

James reverses out of his parking space with his phone wedged between his ear and his shoulder, waiting for your response. There's a beeping sound and he realises you've hung up. He grabs his phone with a groan, staring at the 'Call Disconnected' screen in disbelief.

He wonders if he's doing the wrong thing in coming to see you – he's not your boyfriend. He knows that. You're friends, which you've clearly stated, and he wouldn't ever force you into anything more but he can't help how much he cares about you, and he won't leave you drunk and sick by yourself when your friends have a track record of abandoning you.

He pulls up to Shelley's place, sees the clear signs of a party in swing. He pushes past a crowd of people, through the kitchen where he spots some of your awful friends and into the garden, where he knows you'll be. Sure enough, you sit on a low brick wall surrounding a planter bed with your head in your hands. You're crying. Quietly, but with enough force to make his chest burn in sympathy.

"Sweetheart," he starts, almost tripping over his own shoes to get to you.

You don't react. He's at your front, now, reaching out to put a tentative hand on your shoulder.

"What's wrong?" He gives you a gentle shake to gather your attention but you won't bite.

"My phone died and I was talking to James and I don't know how I'm gonna get home without him because I'm stupid," you confess. Your sobs are aching.

"Sweetheart," he whispers, kneeling in front of you.

He pries your hands away from your face. He thinks you're brilliantly pretty, even under the smudged make up, even covered in tears.

"You're not stupid, okay? You don't always make the best decisions," he says quickly to himself, "but you're not stupid." He presses your arms to your cold legs, hands gentle where they rub your wrists.

"No, I am, cos I- cos I keep coming here and thinking that people will like me more if I'm not so- and…" your words are stammering and wrought in upset, your eyebrows pinched together, your lips turned down in a frustration he's never seen on you. "I just want people to like me."

"I like you," he says, working his thumbs into your closed fists, easing your fingers out straight. "I like you a lot. And the right kind of people-" he looks down at your hands then up into your waiting face, searching for the right words. "I mean, baby, these people, they have to get plastered just so they can stand each other. They're all idiots."

"I'm an idiot."

"You're not," he murmurs.

You drop your chin into your chest and squeeze his hands. You take a big mouthful of air and he waits patiently for your tears to slow, fingers rubbing over your knuckles.

"James?"

"Yeah, it's me."

"I smashed my phone."

"I saw. How'd you manage that?"

"I-"

"You fell."

You giggle to yourself. "No! I don't have any pockets. I didn't want to carry it anymore. Must’ve called you before I gave up.”

He snorts and rolls his eyes. Your drunken thought processes always amuse and confuse him.

"You couldn't have given it to someone for safekeeping?"

"To who? You weren't here."

Twisting pleasure; he feels very special to have gained your trust, even in the small things.

"I'm here now," he says lightly.

You pass him your smashed up phone and he puts it in his pocket, but not before he sees your lock screen, a picture of the two of you, sober, having a good time at Sirius' flat, a more tasteful party. And to call one of Sirius' parties tasteful is really a comment on how horrific these shitty motives are. His arm is thrown over your shoulder, the both of you beaming.

"Can I ask something?" Something I don't really have the importance to ask.

You nod. He brings a hand to your face and sets about wiping your cheeks clean, or as clean as he can, sooty tears staining the back of his finger.

"Let's give up on these silly parties, yeah? You never have any fun."

"I don't know what else to do."

"You can hang out with me," then, fearing he's coming on way too strong, "with my friends. They like you. Mary misses you."

You scrunch up your nose and start to lean forward. He backtracks, "Or not. I don't know, you don't have to, but these parties aren't good for you, and I really care about-"

You groan sullenly. He remembers that you felt sick about a split second before you throw up, kicking himself as he stands and encourages your shoulders to one side, moving your hair from your face. You miss your shoes in a stroke of luck.

"Oh no," you say, a streak of blue down your chin.

James panics and wipes it away with his sleeve. "You're fine."

"Um…"

"You're okay. Uh, I'm sure Shelley can deal with this in the morning."

You pant to yourself with fresh tears weighing down your lashes. He smooths a hand over your hairline, pushing down flyaways, murmuring, "You're okay. Y'just had too much, sweetness."

"No more shitty parties," you say weakly. You clear your throat uncomfortably. "I'm disgusting."

He tuts. "That's not true."

You slam your eyes shut and grab his hand where it rests on your head like you're worried he's going to pull away. He never would've. He pulls your trembling head and shoulders into his torso, looking down at you with an overwhelming fondness and a smidge of pity.

"You're a real heartbreaker, you know?"

"Sorry, Jamie."

"It's alright. Don't worry about it." He strokes your temple, trying to massage away your furrowed brows and sad pout. "It's okay."

"You're so nice to me."

The sadness in your tiny voice makes him frown. "I told you, I like you a lot."

"You're a really good friend."

He closes his eyes, too. Doesn't feel like facing it, so he won't. "That I am," he says, with more bravado than he feels.

A really good friend.

#james potter fic #james potter #marauders era #marauders #james potter x reader #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter fluff #james potter blurb #james potter drabble

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hunterbunter3000 · 1 year

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You are correct it is a goose 🫶 (because I am a hilarious goose) also I have this headcannon that könig & or ghost get panic attacks sometimes. (Use that as a hurt/comfort thing as you will) I also SUCK at lore for CoD so anything I know is blurred together with actual things and then just mostly fanfics and such so don’t smite me pls 💔

But yea I’m a sucker for hurt/comfort ESPECIALLY with sweetheart cuz she’s badass but kinda like group mom yk?

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OKAY GOOD ITS A GOOSE THANK YOU LOL

But ugh hurt/comfort is like- I feel like everyone is a sucker for hurt/comfort 💀 ME INCLUDED (it depends on the h/c but yeah I can snort it all day)

And it's okaayyyyy if you don't know the lore!! I only know about 3/4 of it, but on the top of my head? Jeez it's like BLANK LOL so you're completely fine for not knowing the lore, and I've been a fan of CoD since a child 😭

And OMGGG YOU SEE SWEETS AS A BADASS AHEHHAHWJAJ MY LIFE IS SO COMPLETE-- but yeah she's the milf of the group (IM NOT SORRY FOR WHAT I JUST SAID)

I can definitely see Ghost and König having panic and anxiety attacks (I have another ask like this and I still need to answer it dammit. I HAVE ALOT OF ASKS STILL- LIKE 38 LOL)

The first time Sweets saw Ghost have a panic attack, she panicked a bit herself because she's trying to figure out how to calm Ghost down. She's just cursing to herself, brain just overthinking everything

(Sweetheart: Should I hug him? Will that make it worse? Okay wait, don't touch him-- but does he even know I'm in here with him? Just touch him- NO DONT-- FUCK WHAT DO I DO?? DO I TOUCH HIM OR NOT?? MAYBE GET WATER? BUT-- JUST DO IT OH MY GOD NO FUCK-- )

So she gets on the floor with him and is so hesitant. But she gently soothes his arm that's huddled on his bent knees. "You're okay..." She lowly says to him. She sees its kinda working, so she sticks her hand in the fire more. "You're gonna be okay, Simon. It'll pass."

Simon.

She used his real name. She's talking to the man who's having a panic attack, not Ghost. Not the calm, collected Ghost. Simon.

It took a bit more for him to calm down with her soothing touch and low but soft tone, telling him to focus on his breathing. Ghost sighs, looking at his hands. Sweetheart's places her hand in one of his, the warmth immediately going to his already dizzy head. He looks up, eyes locking with hers. She's concerned about him. Worried.

But she wears a soft smile for him. "Do you need anything? Maybe some water?" She asks, her thumb rubbing his thick skin. Comfort.

Simon gulps and clears his throat, eyes leaving hers. "Yeah. If you can." She nods, "Of course. I'll be right back." She gets up but was stopped by Simon's hand. Please.

"P-please. Please don't leave." He whispers. I need you right now. I need you so much.

She smiles as she shimmies in-between his legs and wraps her arms around his neck. "Wait--" She rings back, like Simon was made out of acid. "Oh gosh, do you want to be touched right now? I'm so sorry, I didn't even think--" She was cut off from Simon yanking her into him. His ear right where her heart is, hearing the rhythmic thump. It's calming. You're calming.

She relaxes into him, wrapping her arms around him once more, her hands combing his hair. Simon closes his eyes as he sighs in content. He's learned something about himself. About Sweetheart. She always has a warm presence. A presence that makes you feel at home. Safe.

You are my peace.

(I have never had a panic attack, so I apologize deeply if this is incorrect.)

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schizoidcel · 6 months

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# ZOOBLE HURT/COMFORT ☆

Omg this is so embarassing it posted by itself 2 FUCKING TIMES. give me a break tumblr please ... Anywhooo I accidently deleted this ask. Upsala. Sorry anon bestie. The request was something similar to Zooble suffering but Reader comforting them!

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🖤 SCENARIO !!

warnings :: Angst.. obvs.

synopsis :: Zooble has been feeling more disconnected with their identity than ever before. They don't know why, but it's been eating away at them. They forgot that they don't have to suffer alone, though.

The mirror shows a reflection.

Who is that, though?

Zooble has been staring at this 'reflection' alot these last few days.

Is that really them?

Why do they look like this?

Do they want to look like this?

Zooble dosen't even know anymore.

Do they want to know?

...

"Hey, Zooble." Zooble didn't even hear a knock. Did they knock, or were they too deep in thought?

"...Hey [name]." they answer, looking at the direction of their s/o. Zooble already feels more at ease with their presence near them, but the thoughts that were making them feel hollow are still carved in the back of their head.

[name] steps into the room and closes the door, nearing their partner. "You've been in here alot... Are you okay? Or just tired?"

"I'm fine" 'Fuck. Was that the right thing to say?'

"..." [name] stays silent for a few seconds, then starts walking towards Zooble, stopping next to them.

They're both in the reflection now.

"..Uhm- " "- Is this what's bothering you?" [name] interrupts Zooble, pointing at the mirror.

"...I guess? I'm just, S#!|^. I don't know. I feel weird, weirder than usual. Just... What am I? And why do I feel like I never knew, even before I arrived in this f><;&!\|% circus?" "So it is what's been bothering you?"

Zooble turns their head towards [name], then turns back to the mirror, looking at both of their reflections. "sigh... Probably." they shrug.

"I see..." There is a pause.

And then a huge shattering sound.

"W-Woah! [name], what was that for?!" Zooble says, clearly taken aback from what their partner just did. The mirror is... Shattered. All the shards lay on the ground.

"Zooble, I don't want you to suffer like this. Uhmm.. Yea, maybe I shouldn't have destroyed the mirror like that-"

[name] takes a quick pause and looks at all the glass pieces laying on the floor,

"- but sitting in here staring at your reflection all day won't help you figure out what you are."

Zooble looks abit speechless at that, you can see in their face that they're unsure on what to say. [name] takes their hand, trying to reassure them abit more.

"And besides, we all love you the way you are! ...Especially me! So, how about we figure out this identity everybody loves so much once we get out? We'll put it on our To-Do-Once-We-Get-Out list, right next to the cruise ship tour." they say, trying to get any kind of response from their beloved.

Zooble thinks abit, then nods. "Alright."

[name] feels Zooble being more at ease by their hands relaxing more and hugs them, causing zooble to get flustered a teensy bit.

"And if you ever feel disconnected again, please come to me. I dont bear the title of being your partner for nothing." they try to joke around, attempting to lift Zoobles spirits up even more.

Ofcourse Zooble knows. They chuckle in response, "Alright. Sorry for making you worry. I'll... Try not to let it get to me."

Even though they'll for sure almost always think about it, Zooble wont let it pry into to their head as much. They have [name], after all.

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ׂૢ་༘࿐ Thank you for reading! ♡

BYE OMG THIS WAS SO FUCKING HARD. I love Zooble so much I hope I did them justice...

#zooble #zooble x reader #tadc x reader

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jovenshires · 4 months

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You’ve probably been asked this before but what’s like your fanfic writing process?? Like how do you end up writing your fanfictions?

i actually haven't but i'd be happy to talk about it!! i'm actually writing fic right now, so here's what i've done in the past like. hour. im gonna put it under the cut bc its EXTREMELY long but if you ever wanted 'katie's guide to fic writing,' here it is!

i'm pretty easily distracted, so i've gotta make sure i'm in like. The Right Conditions. that means phone face down or away if i can (rn i've got to be on call in case my boss needs smth but you get the gist) bc i WILL just open tiktok or play a mobile game. even just now writing this answer i have picked up my phone and opened pinterest. i cannot be stopped so i try to stay off it and put it down when i catch myself!!

more and more often i cant even listen to music while i write - partly bc i tend to read my work aloud to myself to make sure it sounds right and partly bc my brain will be like "you know this song omg the words are in your brain" or "you should go look at what song this is bc you kinda like it". cannot trust myself even with sound. if i AM listening to music while i write, it's either the specific playlist for that fic, playlists with the right vibes (ex: rivals-to-lovers for iwks), OR anime openings bc. less likely to get distracted when it's not in english tbh.

(huge on all of the senses so i also usually have a candle lit. im super sensitive to smells so if there's an unpleasant smell somewhere around me i will be unable to focus <3)

all that being said about distractions, i think it's important to take breaks - dont just FORCE yourself to write. that's why i'm huge on setting goals for myself - deadlines, word count goals, timed breaks. like "okay im gonna sprint write for 10 minutes and then after that ill watch some of this danny gonzalez video" or "i'll write until 3:30 and then i should go take a break and read a book." im not always faithful to my goals but i try my best!!

as for the actual writing itself, i typically just go for it. i can usually see an image in my mind and i try my best to write that out/describe it as best i can. and then if it sounds wrong i just reword it again and again until i've got it. this is kind of where my reading aloud bit comes in - if it sounds right when you say it out loud, that generally means it sounds right in the text.

sometimes i'll just have a certain scene or just scraps of dialogue and i'll write that out and be like "okay how did they get here." i never embraced writing out of order until recently, but now that i have. no going back tbh i highly recommend it. rwylm and iwks especially had scenes WAY later down the line that i wrote first. just write what comes naturally and go from there.

occasionally i do outlines, but not super often, and when i do they're vague as hell. i think a lot of my iwks outline was just "game" and then "another game but tommy is there this time." i think outlines that go too in-depth kind of take away from the freedom of writing so. if it's for you then slay but its usually not for me

i try not to worry too hard about. the style/grammar/little things as i go. of course im guilty of this and i'll stop and edit my own works along the way sometimes but i've found it's best if you keep writing and then go back later!!

sometimes when i'm writing a new smosh cast member i'll go back and watch videos/compilations of them just to reorient my brain. i've done this a lot with chanse recently!! but i also think. it really isn't that deep too NSDKFNKNK like these are fictionalized versions of fictionalized selves and so on and so forth so don't worry about 'voice' too much im trying to kick that habit myself

EDIT: oh i've talked about this before but. as for ideas/where my fic ideas come from?? i truly try to grab from my every day life. oh i went to the grocery store today? what if smosh member a and smosh member b went to the grocery store. i watched a horror movie and you know who else could do that. otherwise i pull from music/movies/tv shows/other media and be like 'this but for smosh.' i really just be pulling from my life and repackaging it thats all. start small (haircut fic) and work your way up (homoerotic soccer epic)!

and i think that's it?? i'd like to think im pretty chill about the whole thing. (read: i am not chill in any way at all but im trying my best.) anyway, it's something i'm always happy to talk about - thank you for asking!!

#ask #asks #anon #anonymous

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vioisgoinginsane · 1 month

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About gil's romantic ending part 5

@vivigoesinsane @aquagirl1978 The plot thickens and then it thickens and then it thickens and then it

TOU BITCH

I AM SICK TO MY STOMACH (<- worried sick)

MY GIRL!!! SHE'S NOT JUST GIRLBOSSING SHE'S AN EMPRESS AAAAAAA they grow up so fast 😭

NOT YVES BLAMING HIMSELF AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Screaming crying throwing up

Guys. Leon is pretty fucking awesome actually. Nevermind that i called his route boring. That was never his fault.

?????? JULIUS GOT MY BAVK!?!???? OF ALL PEOPLE????

'Hey remember that time you tried to stab me?'

'Your Majesty!?'

'Haha. Just kidding.'

Fuck me this is exactly the kinda thing that'd make people say "oh yeah. She's that guy's empress"

CLAVIS FANGIRLING CLAVIS FANGIRLING IS ALWAYS A PLUS

*realization*

*kicks dust*

STUPID SELF PUNISHING BASTARD HE WOULDN'T WANNA LIVE TO SEE AN ERA OF PEACE CUZ HE THINKS HE DOESN'T DESERVE IT!!!!!!!

And you're telling me i picked this guy for king over leon?

CLAVIS OUT HERE JUST ALWAYS SAYING EXACTLY WHAT I'M THINKING IN EVERY FUCKING TIMELINE THIS IS WHY HE'S OBJECTIVELY THE BEAT EVEN THO GILBERT CONSUMMED MY HEART AND SOUL

*realization* NUH UH

NUH UUHHHH

YOU'RE NOT FUCKING LEAVING ME IN CHARGE OF ALL THIS ALONE

YOU DUMBASS

YOU FUCKING IDIOT

YOU THINK I WON'T BREAK CUZ I HAVE PURE HEART OR SOME SHIT!?!

i shoulda told him i die the day he dies when i had the chance- no. I shoulda told him if i dont find him when I'm back, I'll ruin everything on purpose and then die.

No, no. He has a point. Really you're better off admitting that but then you have to make the case that chev doesn't have to be compassionate to be a good person. Which is a case you CAN actually make. Way better than trying to deny he got problems with compassion.

I'm not okay I'm not okay I'm not okay

#me playing gilbert's route

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goofyjelly · 8 months

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Star Trek TOS : A Private Little War

I love the green blood details like obviously Bad Thing happening but I love continuity ✨

Kirk is so worried :( don't worry he's gonna be fineeee

THE WAY HES SITTING ON THE STRETCHER :((((((

Omfg they beam down and IMMEDIATELY GET MAULED 💀

Oh my god CHAPEL NO YOURE LITERALLY TAKING ADVANTAGE OF HIM DONT HOLD HIS HAND DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS-

Like, chapel, I get that you care about him and that's great but you've gotta know it's one sided, like, you're essentially KISSING HIM while he is unable to protest like w h a t

Love Chapel tho don't get me wrong

Girl, what sort of witch craft is this???

Also William Shatner's acting is so special like no one does it like him WHAT IS HE DOING

GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING???

"OUR SOULS HAVE BEEN TOGETHER HE IS MINE NOW" EXCUSE ME???

McCoy is so great tho, like you're awesome, Doc

Friendship :D

Sketchy witch woman

FRIENDSHIP :D

M'Benga love you bestie thank you for being the only responsible one , Spock would be dead without you 🙏

"anything he says?" Chapel I know you're down bad but please, our boy is DYING

Witch girl wants VIOLENCE and honestly I can't blame her much. she's schemeing

Haha firesticks (I am watching this show on a fire stick)

An old custom among my people called : BE GRATEFUL , YOUD BE DEAD WITHOUT ME

Kirk subtly defending his friend, I love it. NO! I SAID I WILL NOT KILL. Kill or be killed but how about no kill? No kill at all please, I'll take that.

I'd like it if there was a normal woman in this show but oh well

OOOOOOOP THE KLINGONS!!!

"I'll make a Klingon of you yet :D" so sweet <3

Hehe Kirk is leaping around I love it he's like a doe

PFFFF ME WHEN MY PHONE GOES OFF IN CLASS 💀

SPOCK NOOOOOOO WAIT .

PFJDSLJFKDKDN WHY ARE WE ALWAYS SLAPPING HIM IN THE FACE

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, WOMAN????" Oh my fucking god, Scotty was just walking by and saw the nurse SLAPPING SPOCK IN THE FACE , HE THOUGHT SHE WENT CRAZY

Spock ✨✨✨

Yes Bones I DO think Kirk's out of his mind.

Oh shit. Okay. Oh.

Bones doesn't know what to do but he knows Kirks plan is shit 💀💀💀

Balance Of Power- KIRK YOU HAVENT EVEN TOLD STARFLEET

SPOCK IS BACK 🎉🎉🎉

Kirk please don't fall for the witchcra- ah fuck too late. DUDE NOT W YOUR FRIENDS WIFE; HES GOT A GUN NOW OH NO OH- OH?

She IS the drama

Murder is wrong™

OOOOOOOO PLEASE CAN SHE DIE?

Nope NVM just stealing

This barbie craves violence- THIS BARBIE IS A TRAITOR???

This barbie is dead 💀

"you can't kill a computer" -> Bones is happy Spock didn't die

THATS IT???? THATS FUCKING IT????

WHAT????

KIRK JUST FUCKED SHIT UP EVEN MORE AND THEN FUCKING LEFT 💀💀💀 AND NOW THEY ARENT EVEN DOING THE WHOLE BALANCE OF POWER THING!!!

they were asking how long it would take to bring more weapons, ya know, to do their whole balance of power plan, and KIRK JUST BACKTRACKED

So I guess his friend is dying, then-

I am living for the Spock Angst tho, I love that. It's so funny that Spock gets slapped in the face so much in so many different episodes.

If I do a rewatch I literally might just watch all of the Spock scenes cus that's my take away from this-

This rants pictures have been taken from this star trek website ✨✨✨

#star trek tos #star trek a private little war #the review no one asked for but deep down you all needed ✨#goofy jelly thoughts #the original series #spock #kirk #mccoy #chapel is here too #idk lmao

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Cake Day — Jean Kirschtein

prequel to French Wine

summary: Your friends take on the task of planning Connie’s birthday party, only there are a few challenges along the way. Keeping your eyes from staring at Jean happens to be one of them.

warnings: no pronouns mentioned, reader does have hair, cursing, connie is going through a dark time (dont worry, he’s gonna be okay), kissing ;)

genre: fluff, crack

word count: 5.5k bc I am crazy

a/n: no bc i always come back, connie’s bday was a long time ago but this is what i have, literally all of the 104th cadets are mentioned/make an appearance, this is a prequel to French Wine by meeee, hope u enjoy <3

"Please tell me this isn't actually happening right now."

"Sasha, it's alright." you say, walking over to where she stands in her Auntie Anne's work uniform with wide eyes. "We can find a new place to host the party, and if not, we can reschedule."

"No, we can't." Armin admits from his seat on your apartment's brown couch. Everyone winces at the sight of the old thing. "It has to be tomorrow. I already asked everyone to RSVP for tomorrow. We can't just cancel on everyone like that."

"Why can't we just have it here?" Mikasa suggests calmly, long fingers messing with the hem of her sweater. "We can just put up some birthday decorations and ask Reiner to bring everything else here."

"No, that won't work. We're always here, and this has to be special. It's Connie's first birthday since..." Sasha loses her words for a moment as she begin spacing around your shared living room. "It's gotta be the best party we've ever thrown. Our apartment has too many bad memories for him.”

Her words bring silence upon the group. She's right. Every single one of you has seen Connie at his worst, and being there for him on his birthday is the only thing any of you can gift him.

The plan was to throw him a surprise birthday party at some club downtown, but that proved to be worthless when the owner called a few minutes ago to inform Sasha that there was a leak that managed to mess up the electrics of the building. The owner promised your money back, but it left you without a venue.

"Whose stupid idea was it to even ask Mina for connections to that place?" Eren demands, walking out of the kitchen with furrowed brows. "Why did we even trust her? Especially after what she did last year."

"It was yours, genius. And don't tell me you're still upset over her not inviting you to her sorority party." Jean scoffs from beside you. "What about mine and Marco's place?"

"It's too small and smells like dog all the time." Eren responds easily, to which you raise your brow in amusement. "Sorry, but Marco's mutt is the messiest animal in the world."

"Jean Paul Marco is a chihuahua, and he is not messy." Jean argues and crosses his arms over his chest. "Sorry, not all of us have renowned doctors as fathers that can pay for maids every other week."

Eren rolls his eyes and takes a seat beside Armin. A wince is heard from everybody once again. "I'm sorry, aren't you pre-law?"

"I have an idea." you announce before the two idiots start bickering over meaningless shit. "Why don't we ask Historia to host it? Her apartment is big enough for everybody to fit in, and you know she loves hosting events. There's no way she'll say no."

"That might work." Armin says after a few moments of thinking, turning over to where Sasha stands. "I'll talk to her about the details. Ymir and Annie won't mind either."

"And Reiner and Bertholdt can bring the rest of the booze over to their place." Mikasa explains with an assuring nod that seems to quell everyone's nerves. "Eren and I will spread the word about the change in location."

"And the rest of us can take care of the party decorations and cake." Jean finishes off with a grin, glancing at you meaningfully. "We got this."

The brunette lets out a relieved laugh. "Alright, this might actually work." she breathes with a smile. "All I gotta do is keep him distracted."

"Keep who distracted?"

Everyone's eyes shoot to where a freshly-showered Connie stands in the hallway, clad in plaid pajama pants and a red DC Comics shirt.

"I'm helping Sasha get the neighbor's number." you lie quickly, walking over to put your hands on the woman's shoulders. "I told her if she wore that one shirt with the lace, he would totally get distracted."

"Ah, the cheetah print one?" Connie questions with an approving nod. He walks past Armin's flushed state and into the kitchen in search of dinner. "Yeah, but isn't he a chef or something?"

You exchange a glance with Jean, who offers you a shrug.

"What does him being a chef have to do with anything?" Mikasa asks, glancing over to where Sasha stands with a red face.

"Nothing. I'm just saying that he's a chef."

"Then why'd you say but?" Eren questions with a confused face.

Connie peaks his head out of the refrigerator, mirroring Eren’s expression. "Because he's a chef?"

"That isn't correct grammar." Armin sputters out, turning to where Connie is. "It would be better to say and he's a chef."

"Yet you understood what I was trying to say, didn't you?"

"Yes, but—"

"And what's the problem then?"

"So," Mikasa says with a bored expression on her pale face. "You would say so what's the problem then?"

Connie lets out a scoff as he makes himself a bowl of cereal. Him and Eren start talking about some soccer game that aired last night, and the topic of his surprise birthday party is long forgotten.

"Would you stop freaking out?" Jean orders, golden eyes wide at you. He's holding the end of the orange balloon in a tight grip, tying it to keep the air from gushing out. "You're making me freak out."

"Sorry. I'm just nervous." you apologize, frowning as you tie your own white balloon. "And on the verge of passing out. Tell me why we got stuck with blowing the balloons again?"

Jean grabs another balloon to fill up. "I know. Why didn't we just buy one of those air tanks for this? I would've brought one if I knew we still had to make more of these shits."

A snicker echoes from the hallway.

"I thought you guys were good with your mouths? Isn't that what you always say?" Reiner chuckles, walking through the living room with a white box in his beefy arms.

You scowl and grab another balloon to... blow. The thought of tossing a balloon at him crosses your mind quickly, but you know it would only waste your time. Plus, it looks as if he is carrying the cake.

"You've been carrying platters of food the entire time we've been here like some busboy while we've been giving our all, including our oxygen, to make this party come to life."

Reiner lets out a hearty laugh, ignoring Jean's chatter. "Historia only sent the two of you here to get you to shut up for once." he confesses, but you know it's a lie.

The guy next to you makes a faux scowl, watching as the blond disappears into the kitchen where the cake would be kept for the time being along with the other plates of food.

Your eyes scan over Historia's apartment. There are white and orange balloons and confetti scattered over the counter and her rosy coffee table. Earlier, Mikasa set up an extra table where all the beverages (mostly booze) sit. And Marco claimed to know someone who made the best cakes in town.

"I mean, not to be that person, but is this the best idea?" you question softly, throwing a raised brow at Jean. He purses his lips, giving you a knowing look. "I just wonder if Connie's in the mood for surprises."

He nods, eyes scanning to make sure Reiner is still occupied in the kitchen. "Sasha says it'll be good for him, but you know how over the top Historia gets when it comes to birthday parties." he mumbles back.

"You can say that again. I mean, haven't we learned enough from surprising our friends?" you ask as the the two of you recall when Historia threw Mikasa a surprise birthday party two years ago. That event only led you to learn two things: Mikasa hates surprises, and her right hook is amazing. "We're lucky it was Eren who took the hit."

Jean nods knowingly. "I think this will either result in everyone having a nice time and getting shit-faced, or we all might have a crying session after this."

You snort, raising a brow. "Let's just hope it's the former, then."

"What do you think about it?" Jean asks, glancing at you before starting to fill his balloon. "I mean, Connie's been living with you and Sasha for — what? — six months? You guys probably know how he'll react."

It's a tough question to answer. Hell, everything about the situation is tough. Is Connie in the right headspace to be thrown a birthday party? His first birthday after all that he's gone through in the past year?

"I don't know. I've never seen someone like him go through something like this." you reply in between breaths as you fill your balloon. "I think celebrating his birthday with friends will do him good, but a surprise party?"

Jean nods in agreement. "Yeah. Didn't he say he wanted to keep his birthday small?"

"Yeah, but Sasha thinks it's a lie." you reply.

"That's what Marco said."

"And when has Marco ever been wrong?"

"He has his moments." he states with a shrug and slight grin playing on his lips. "But there's no point in questioning what's already been scheduled. If Connie hates it, which I hope isn't the case, at least we'll know we tried."

You nod, tying your balloon. "On another note, I heard Mina's bringing some guy from her nursing class."

Jean raises a brow, as if this is the first time he's hearing such a thing. "She's coming? And Eren's not losing his shit?"

You laugh. "Armin said that Historia insisted that we invited Mina — to show it's all water under the bridge and all." you answer, looking for another balloon to fill. "But it was Ymir who told me she was bringing Thomas."

"Hmm," he hums. "At least someone's getting laid tonight."

"Have you seen Armin and Annie?" you ask with an incredulous laugh. "There's no way they aren't going out."

"Annie? With Armin? Please." Jean asks, surprised. "She looks like she could tear his head off. Shit, I'm even afraid of being alone in the same room as her."

You laugh at his exaggeration, and he joins in. The two of you know Annie's the definition of someone who could and would kill you, but you all know very well how much of a softie she's become for the group.

This is what you like about Jean. He's the only person you can manage to have an intellectual conversation with (if discussing your friends' business is considered intellectual). It's not hard to bounce off ideas with him, as well as laugh with each other.

Eren likes to poke fun at you and say you like spending time with Jean so much because he's got a nice face, but that's not true. Jean's handsome face has nothing to do with how much you enjoy his company.

Totally.

"What about you?" he asks suddenly.

You sigh, lightheaded from blowing into balloons and laughing. "What about me?"

"Who are you bringing tonight?"

"I think I should be the one asking you that question." you reply with instead of answering. "Last time I checked, you were dating that chick from your study group."

"She was just a friend." Jean says easily, watching you. "And that was a long time ago. Haven't talked to her in a few weeks."

"What about that chick from Marco's study group?"

"Also a friend."

"And from Armin's study group?" you hum, avoiding his golden gaze. "Or was she a friend too?"

"If I'd known you were so interested in my love life, I would've made more of a show out of it." Jean scoffs, joking, and you smack him. "But, yes, they were all friends. At least they are now."

You nod, hiding your grin. "Oh, so that means you've got your sight set on someone new?"

"It means I'm currently unattached." he explains with a sense of finality. The smirk on his face grows because he's an idiot. "Why? Who's asking?"

"If this is your way of asking if I have any single friends, you're sorely mistaken because there is no way I am letting you and your dick near them."

Jean laughs, but that doesn't stop his next words to lack in seriousness. "I don't want to know if your friends are single."

"Good." you say, an immense feeling of relief washing over you like an icy bucket of water on a hot day. "'Cause I can assure none of them want to date you."

"Good, because I don't want to date them either."

You smile, but it falls quickly. "Should I be offended you don't want to date my friends?"

"No, you should feel sorry for them." he answers, looking down at his balloon before bouncing against the top of your head. "They'll never get never have a chance to blow balloons with me, let alone date me."

"Right," You swat his hands away from your body as the orange balloon bounces somewhere on the floor. "Because the pipeline from blowing balloons with you to dating you is totally possible."

"Do you want it to be?"

You snap your head to look at him. A fire spreads across your body.

You can't say this is something you were expecting, especially not when you're wearing one of Connie's cartoon shirts. You're about to come back with something that you hope will have him burning, but Historia bursts out of the kitchen with two triangles of concealer under her eyes and hot pink rollers in her blonde hair.

"What the hell are the two of you still doing here?" she cries, blue eyes widened at your flushed face. "Go home and get ready before Sasha and Connie arrive!"

You're shocked to see her in such a panic. "Hisu, we still have enough time to finish up and get ready. It's only six right now."

"It's six?!" Jean cries in a panicked state, searching his pockets for his phone frantically. "Holy shit, why didn't you say anything sooner?! Where's Marco?"

"Everyone's gone, Jean. They left through the back door to not mess up the decorations in front." Historia says, grabbing the both of you by your wrists and dragging you to her backyard. "See, this is exactly why I told Armin we shouldn't put the two of you together without supervision. You guys always get carried away!"

Your cheeks burn at her words as you drive home, hands gripping the wheel so tight your knuckles turn white.

"It was entirely your fault." is the first thing Jean says as the two of you race to Historia's back door.

"My fault? I had no idea Connie and Sasha would show up at seven! Eren said they wouldn't arrive until eight!" you hiss back, hands reaching to unlock the wooden door that led to the backyard. "If anything, it's your fault. You knew exactly what time they would come, and you still got carried away."

"Why would you listen to Eren? The guy can barely differentiate left from right." Jean throws back with ease, swatting your hands away from the door handle. He unlocks it without any difficulty, which you scowl at him for. "And I couldn't pay attention to the time with you distracting me!"

"Oh, I'm sorry watching me blow balloons in Connie's Super Mario Bros. shirt is distracting." you scoff as the two of you rush into Historia's brightly-lit backyard.

You have to admit that your friends have truly outdone themselves. When you suggested Historia's, Ymir's, and Annie's shared apartment as the location for Connie's birthday party, you weren't expecting them to turn the place into such an amazing event.

The backyard is decorated in lightbulb strings hanging across the thick trees to illuminate the round tables draped in white coverings to give a sense of class to the event. It carries the same weight as an actual event thrown by a professional party planner.

It has Historia written all over it.

"Where have the two of you been?" Annie demands as she opens the sliding glass door for the two of you. She's wearing a baby blue dress that brings out the color of her eyes. "Don't look at me like that."

Your eyes jump to hers as you step in. "What?"

"I can hear your thoughts." she hisses, cheeks burning bright red. "I don't own anything that isn't a neutral color. Historia said I should wear this. End of story."

"You look nice." Jean grins, nodding at her dress. "I've never seen you put this much effort into your appearance. Hah, you're even wearing eyeliner."

Annie's narrows her eyes at him before turning around and waking back into the kitchen to hide from any more comments about her appearance. You don't miss the embarrassed flush of her cheeks.

"Jean," you whine, smacking his shoulder.

His brows furrow as the two of you walk around to inspect the apartment. "What did I do now?"

"You shouldn't have made such a big deal about the dress."

"I didn't say anything about the dress. That was you, actually." Jean corrects as the two of you stop by the table of beverages. "I only commented on the eyeliner she was wearing."

You scowl but pour a drink for each of you.

"She should get used to compliments if she wants to date Armin. He's always got something sweet to say." he adds. A grin grazes his lips when you hand him his cup. "Besides, there's nothing wrong with spending time to look nice."

You take a sip of your drink, letting the liquid burn your throat. "Of course you would say that. You spend a ridiculous amount of time doing your hair."

"But it looks nice, doesn't it?"

You hate it because he's right. His light brown hair resembles that of the caramels of the the earthy hues, and it looks best under the light of the apartment's lighting.

Lying is a wrong, so you turn away.

Jean leans against table. His gaze creates fire across your skin. You can barely process anything with the subtle aroma of his cologne blinding your ability to think. You suddenly feel more exposed to him than you've ever felt in the past years you've known him. Why is he staring longer than usual? Why now?

"Oh my gosh," you breathe, suddenly very horrified. "Do I have something on my face?"

"No!" he laughs loudly, reaching a hand out to calm you down. "No, you have nothing on your face."

That grants you little relief. "Then why are you staring? It's scaring me."

He shakes his head, smiling like you've created the sun with just your hands. "You're perfect."

A breath gets caught in your throat. You weren't expecting him to say something along the lines of You're perfect, especially not with so much conviction. His words replay in your head, looping through your mind as the two of you gape at each other with a slight tension in the air it makes it difficult to breathe.

There's a distorted beep from outside the apartment, which causes everyone in the area to stiffen. You all know that noise to belong to Sasha's old sedan the same color as shit-brown. In a flurry of freckles, Marco appears out of thin air and tugs you and Jean by your wrists to get close enough to the front door without being seen.

Everyone's shuffling around as quickly and quietly as they can. You bump into Mina and Thomas with so much force, the air in your lungs dissipates, and you think it's Eren who mutters out a string of apologies for stepping on your foot.

Once everyone is in their places, Ymir orders shut your mouths, or I'll scream. Maybe it's because you're squished between Reiner's arm that leaves room for no air at all and Jean's intoxicating cologne, or maybe you just manage to get an unflattering angle of the freckled woman, but you find everything in the moment hilarious.

You left out the most silent chuckle you can muster, but it's still too loud from the way Ymir gives you the side eye. Her expression only make you want to laugh even more.

A hand comes from behind you and clasps itself over your mouth. You'd be alarmed if you didn't know the only thing separating you from the wall is Jean.

"Be quiet," he murmurs into your ear. His voice sends a multitude of shivers down your spine. You find no humor in how quickly you wish to obey. "Or she'll slap the shit out of you, and I'll laugh."

You elbow his stomach, but there's little power to it.

Once your fit of laughter has disappeared and shows no signs of coming back, his hand leaves your mouth, but he remains close to you, hand finding purchase on your shoulder, close to the nape of your neck. Like clockwork, the fire he brings along with him ignites across your body. You hate that he does this to you without thinking of the consequences. Doesn't he realize how much he affects you?

You don't have time to think much of Jean intentions, for the front door which was left unlocked is slowly pushed open. Everyone holds their breaths, waiting for the right moment.

But it never comes. You hear voice whispering on the other side of the door.

"Oh my gosh," Connie's voice comes out in a terrified tone. "Sasha, the door is unlocked. What the fuck? What if they got robbed? What if—"

"Then we oughta check on them!" she replies back quickly. "Connie, just open the door!"

"What? No! Why me?!" he says immediately. "We should call them to make sure they're alright."

"Constantine, if you don't—"

"That's not my name!"

Jean stifles a laugh from behind you. It sends goosebumps across your body. He takes note of them, so runs his hand down your arm as if to soothe you.

You hear a groan from Sasha, and quick stomps come close to the door once again. There's enough light from the moon for you to see her stand in the entrance of the living room, but not enough for her to see you.

The light remains off. "Look," she orders, holding her hand out to the dark, yet safe, emptiness of the apartment. "No one is here."

"Fine, you win." Connie sighs and walks into the apartment, closing the door behind him. "But if some crazy guy jumps out and starts robbing us, you're giving him your earrings."

Sasha grins, walking past the threshold to get the light and send the signal. "Just hurry up, so I can change my shoes."

"I thought you said you wanted to change your shirt."

The brunette reaches the light switch and flicks it before he can ask any further questions.

"Surprise!"

Much to your delight (and surprise), the party ends up successful as ever. Everyone owes an apology for doubting Sasha. She knew a surprise party was just what Connie needed, and you have to give credit where's it's due.

You just wish she would shut up about it.

"And I was just trying to getcha to stop freaking out and come inside," Sasha guffaws as she retells the story, as if everyone wasn't there. Her face is red from amusement and the alcohol in her system. "I was shitting myself!"

Connie's laughter is amplified at her words, nearly doubling over from his laughter. "I- I thought we were going to get kidnapped, and all you could talk about was your shoes!"

Their version of the story is hilarious, and just hearing their laughter brings smiles on everyone's face, but it's the 16th rendition they've told in the past hour.

And it's getting old.

So after listening to the wheezing laughter and slurred jokes from Connie and Sasha, you decide to find refuge in the kitchen.

It's a mess when you walk in — plates of half-eaten cake, bottles and bottles and more bottles of alcohol, and even more napkins are littered across the kitchen counter.

You pour yourself a glass of Annie's most treasured wine (because you know she won't mind, not if it's you) and begin cleaning as best you can.

Most of the items are paper plates and plastics utensils and cups, but the rest go into the kitchen sink. Decidedly, you choose not to go near the dirty dishes if your life depended on it. Instead, you settle on letting them soak with a few dollops of dish soap.

"There you are."

Jean finds you sitting atop the counter beside the kitchen sink, sipping away at your wine. He's got a boyish grin on his pink face as he walks toward you; you blame the alcohol. "I was looking for you." he says.

"Were you?" you hum, curious. "I've been here."

"Cleaning?" he questions, golden eyes gazing around the kitchen. It's much better than before, but the stacked dishes in the sink lessen the shine.

Of course, his eyes stay on them.

"I was going to get to that later," you say, the sudden need to explain rising out of your throat. He walks over to them, watching the bubbles fizz. "I just hate doing dishes."

Jean doesn't care. He turns the faucet on and submerges his hands into the sink.

"You don't have to—"

"Oh, I don't mind." he informs you with a light shrug as he begins washing the many, many plates and bowls and forks. "Marco does the restrooms, and I do dishes."

An image of Jean doing dishes after breakfast, still in his pajama bottoms (because you know he doesn't wear a shirt to bed), with a serious case of bed head and a sleepy face pops into your head.

You just nod, letting silence fill the room aside from the sound of running water. The silence gives you enough time to observe Jean as he works.

His jaw appears even sharper without the stubble he had earlier. He must've shaven when he got home. You can't help but notice the curl of his lashes and the perfect nose he seems to have. His hair, as always, is styled to your definition of perfection. You twitch with the sudden urge to run your hands through his hair.

He's beautiful, you think. He always has been. There's never been a moment in your day that you've thought otherwise. You couldn't deny such a fact the day Eren introduced the two of you during freshman year, and you can't deny it now.

"You know," Jean begins, grinning as he looks to where you sit. "I'd suggest for you to take a picture, but I like having you stare at me."

You roll your eyes. "Get over yourself. I was not staring at you. I was just wondering how disgusting you must be to like doing the dishes."

"Have you never washed dishes before?" he asks with a laugh.

"Of course I've washed dishes, Jean, but that doesn't mean I like it."

"So? Doing them doesn't mean you like it." he replies as he washes what you assume is the last fork. "But I had to get away from whatever the hell Sasha was doing on the dance floor." He shuts the sink off and uses a rag to dry his hands. The left over bubbles begin to fizz out on their own.

"Last I checked, she was retelling a story we were all there for." you reply, amused.

He laughs, and suddenly he's so much closer to you than before. "Connie and Historia dragged Sasha to the dance floor, and you know how disoriented she gets when she drinks."

You raise your brows, setting your plastic cup of Annie's wine beside you. "Oh no," you breathe, holding back your laughter. "Don't tell me she took her pants off."

"She took her pants off." Jean confirms.

"Oh my gosh," you groan, heat rushing to your face at the thought of your roommate dancing like a headless chicken with no pants. "Did someone stop her?"

Jean nods, grinning at the memory. "Mikasa took her into Historia's room before anyone who isn't us could get a peak."

You make note of his subconscious groupings: you, him, your close-knit circle of friends, and then everyone else. You like it. You've never had friends like you do now, and you probably will never get the chance again. To him, you don't exaggerate over his word choice. You act natural, as if his words don't phase you at all.

But to you, it means the world.

"Sasha's happiest when she's being nurtured, and Mikasa's happiest when nurturing." you say instead, nodding. "I'm glad everyone is enjoying themselves."

"Me too," Jean agrees, grinning at you. It's dazzling, as always, and spurs a grin of your own to paint itself on your face. If anyone were to walk into the kitchen right now, they would find two idiots staring at each other with big smiles on their faces. You don't think you would mind, not if it's with him.

"You shouldn't tell the others, but you're my favorite." he admits, setting his hand on your knee. The weight of his words (and his hand) make your cheeks burn. "Don't let it get to your head, though.” he warns, reaching up to brush your stray hairs away from your face. “It’s already huge enough."

"My head is not huge." you correct quickly, swatting his hand from your face. You choose to ignore the one on your knee and leave it there. "Your head is huge, and I know it is because you've got all that hair covering it up." You bring your hands to his hair and reveal his perfectly normal forehead. "See? Look at your big ass forehead!"

Jean scoffs at your antics and takes this opportunity to poke at your sides, coaxing a laugh out of you. He does it again and again, your laughter spilling out of your mouth and filling the kitchen with the sound. You manage tickle him back, and his laughter joins yours in the kitchen.

Before you know it, a truce has been declared and you can barely breathe with how close he is. You don't know when his hand managed to move from your knee to up your mid-thigh.

You place your hand over his. "Jean," you whisper softly, moving his hand higher, closer. You act without thinking. "You're my favorite, too."

This is as far as you'll go. You won't risk your friendship for your selfishness and stupidity. If he doesn't get the hint now, he won't ever.

You know your mind isn't playing tricks on your when he starts inching even closer. Your heart races agaisnt your chest as you watch his eyes flutter shut, and you know it's coming.

It feels like everything around you has slowed into a quiet hum. The only thing you can focus on is Jean, Jean, Jean. His eyes, his hands, his lips. You've fantasized about a time where you actually had a shot with him, but you weren't expecting this. You weren't expecting him to actually want you back.

His lips brush your tentatively, slowly, giving you enough time to pull away and stop this at any given moment. When you don't, when you open your mouth and allow him further access, when you show him you want him just as much, his hand leaves your hip and travels in search of yours. He brings your palm to his chest, right where his heart is. You don't notice it at first, but suddenly you feel it.

The plundering of his racing heart against his chest. It makes your hands curl into his hair so deliciously, he lets out a groan. Something has changed. His kisses grow deeper, desperate. It's intense and intimate and something you've never felt before.

You hear a door open and stumbling footsteps come closer. Like clockwork, Jean pulls away from you and switches on the kitchen faucet, submerging his hands into the leftover bubbles. You bring your almost-forgotten cup of wine back to your lips, attempting to hide the smile on your face.

"Ah! It's you guys!" Connie giggles, stumbling into the kitchen. His cheeks are tinted a rosy color from the alcohol and the spring heat. Jean shuts the water off and dries his hands with a dishcloth. "I'm having so much fun, you guys. I've had way too much to drink."

He shuffles over to where you and Jean are, putting his hand on the man's shoulder. "I'm just having a really nice time, and I'm, like, so blessed right now. I mean, you guys know what I'm saying, right?" the drunk man continues. Tears begin falling from his eyes. "There is so much pain in the world, but not in this room."

He begins full-on sobbing against Jean's body. "And I never thought we would be here, you know? But, like, it's just so hot outside, and I figured it would be nice to stretch my legs out, you know?" Connie sobs, gasping for breath as he wipes his tears and snot on Jean's dress shirt. "You know, everyone, like, they have a person who fits them, that's made for them, you know? And, like, it's so beautiful."

Jean chuckles at his friend, wrapping a consoling arm around him. "Yeah, man," He exchanges a glance with you. His cheeks are still tinted pink and his smile hasn't left left his face since your lips did. "It is."

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