#on the other hand: its summer and its rlly fucking hot!!

[vrmxlho]

So can you make a fluff headcanon about blue lock with bachira and/or isagi. Your choice Feel free to ignore this have a nice day/night and take care of yourself

i'm gonna be honest w y'all i have no idea if i'm good at fluff cuz my bf and i are not fluffy at all (i don't think???) so if this is shit don't be afraid to tell me lmao T-T +++ btw thank you sm for requesting <33 SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO MAKE THIS I WAS SCARED TO WRITE IT LMAO ++ i couldn't stop writing once i started so this is hella long

MEGURU BACHIRA 蜂楽廻

bachira's love language is 100% physical touch like you cannot tell me he doesn't love just holding you or kissing you or holding your hand

he could be in a really shit mood but as soon as he sees you and is able to feel your presence next to him, he's forgotten about whatever was pestering him before

if you like flowers he'll get you flowers every. fucking. time.

and if you don't like them or are allergic, that's what lego flowers are for!

i can just imagine him buying those lego flowers and staying up till like 4 making them for you because he just wants you to be happy

i also feel like he's scared of abandonment :((( and that just means he's always with you, always pestering you, always talking to you

he just needs reassurance that you'll stay with him

ok when i said his love language is 100% physical touch i lied, it's both physical touch and quality time

gosh he will come up with the most weird and complicated reasons as to why he has to see you right now

he mostly does it cuz he loves being around you but also because of how annoyed and petty you get, he finds it so so funny 😒

"i broke my foot, i can't play football anymore" "WHAT? ARE YOU OKAY? I'M COMING OVER, I KNOW FOOTBALL MEANS THE WORLD TO YOU </3333" turns out he had not in fact broken his foot, he just wanted to see you. god, this boy is so oblivious he just needed to text you something simple like "come over" and you would've been on your way, there was absolutely no reason to lie about it LMAOO

omg ok hear me out

bachira does not have an ideal date as long as its with you

when asked the question "how would you like to spend a whole day with your s/o?" he just thought 'wtf' like???? i love them sm, i could be picking up garbage and still enjoy it if i'm with my s/o

all his friends called him a simp, but he was proud abt it, after all who wouldn't simp for you

he's also really spontaneous, yk with his 'ego' and everything

y'all could just be hanging out and then suddenly out of nowhere you're at a theme park, or at the beach, or a kiddie park

once during the summer, when it was too hot to do anything except complain and eat ice-lollies, he pulled you all the way to a theme park just to have a change of scenery

"please bachira, it's like 30º, we're gonna die" "will you shut up about the heat? you're like a little baby, i promise it'll be fun" and oh was he right. it was getting warmer and warmer but not even a heat wave couldn't ruin the fun. you had gone on all of the rides at least twice but nothing could beat the relaxing water log one. the two of you kept cutting the line as soon as you were done, jumping over the metal barriers and running from the security guard who was sure he'd just seen you (am i going crazy he thought). after about the fifth time he was just so done with the two of you he gave up. you'd be drifting on the log, splashing each other with the kinda gross water. neither of you could stop laughing (nobody knows why), everyone around you thought you were maniacs, but neither of you cared.

although he's always happy when receiving presents, he prefers giving you presents

and by presents i don't mean rlly expensive things but more like little things that remind him of you

he saw a paperclip that was shaped like a heart? present material

your favourite soda? present

you really liked that one song??? well he knows about three more like that, he's making you a playlist as we speak

is it any good? um excellent question! not too sure about his music taste...

just like him it's all over the place

your music tastes do not go well together but that's not gonna stop either one of you from trying to brainwash the other into liking your favourite songs

"this is ass, i can feel my brain melting" "y/n, this song saved my life" "and it's pushing me off the edge, please get a grip" he gets really pouty and pretends he hates you, but that lasts about five minutes because deep down he knows you're right 😭

omg and his kisses

he's never awkward of hesitant about it, he just goes straight for it

your very first kiss was a bit random, the two of you were just talking before he leaned in and quickly pecked your lips, you were a blushing mess, and he liked seeing you like this so he did it again, and again, everywhere this time, your eyes, you forehead, both cheeks, the sides of your lips that were super ticklish

and he does this every time

one kiss isn't enough he needs at least 8!

he does not care about PDA, in fact the more ppl who know you're his, the better

if y'all were any trope it would definitely be childhood sweethearts, yk when you marry your best friend in like primary school? yeah, he probably proposed to you

"to y/n i give my most prized possession, my football" "bachira, i'm tired, i don't feel like playing today" "nonono this is just a gift for the bride" oh silly child, he's not asking you to play with him. he's in love with you <33333

his mother (yu bachira) is literally molly weasley incarnate

like she's out here locking you in their house, there's no way she's letting you go back home?? no, you're her guest!

has a list of foods you like and don't like just so whenever you're home she can cook for you and everything 🥲

she's currently teaching bachira how to cook your favourite meals, she'd never want you to raise a single finger, ever

YOICHI ISAGI 潔 世一

the world's purest, but also the world's most talkative person ever

homeboy has an average of 10000 words spoken per day (fyi that's a lot)

he just wants to tell you about everything <333

if anything, even the smallest thing, happens when you're not there with him he's 100% filling you in later

hosts a daily ted talk where he just tells you about all the other guys and how they suck 🙄 and how he's getting better at football and like he's pulling up stats you've never heard of???

"and i checked his stats and the only thing he's better at is aerial duels, but it's only by 0.2, so honestly who cares right?? i mean its negligible" "like the charge of a neutron" "wtf is a neutron?" no babe, wtf does 0.2 aerial duel mean??? since when can you fly??? (it's when players fight for the ball while jumping btw)

but don't get me wrong that does not mean he doesn't listen cuz he's such a good listener omg, the best one honestly

why's he good at everything dammit

he loves hearing about your day

he'll ask you about it without fail every single day and he genuinely listens it not like he's doing it out of common curtesy he just loves hearing from you

to him, you could make the most uneventful day sound interesting

he'll be looking at you in awe like a little child being told about magic or smth like that (this was not a great analogy help)

and that makes him supper attentive too

he can instantly tell when something's even slightly off and somehow he knows exactly how to make you feel better

omg he's the type of boyfriend who has a polaroid of you in his phone case and he just stares at it from time to time

OMG I CAN IMAGINE HIM TRYING THOSE FUCKING TIKTOK FILTERS WHICH ARE LIKE "THE INITIAL IT LANDS ON IS YOUR SOULMATE"

and he takes them soooo fucking seriously, unless it's not your initial, no, then that's bullshit 😰🫡

he's 100% husband material, marry him rn like actually

unlike bachira he already knows how to cook and he's gonna get physical if he ever sees you doing anything, he's more like bachira's mother in that way

his ideal date is walking around and going on cute ass picnic dates

ESPECIALLY IN AUTUMN WHEN THE CHERRY BLOSSOM FLOWER PETALS ARE LIKE GENTLY FALLING AND FLYING IN THE WIND OMG

he loves when y'all go on dates when it's a bit chilly

"why didn't you wear a jacket?" "it would ruin my outfit" :(((( "ugh, just wear mine then, i don't want you getting a cold" it really wasn't cold that day. you just wanted to wear his coat. little did you know that isagi too was praying that he'd be able to pull of that move, he'd been thinking about it ever since he saw those stupid rom-coms where the guy gives his crush his coat and then they fall in love or smth. my silly children 😪

his love language is quality time, he hates being ignored and he wants to be with the people he loves at all times possible

lucky for him everyone loves him, he's such a sweetheart

his favourite pastime (apart from football ofc) is lying in your lap while you read him a book, gossip or just sit in the silence

he loves looking at you from below especially after that one time he saw the sun shining from behind your head and he swore you looked like an angel (you really did, i was there)

omg listen to this

y'all have a bit of a rivalry when it comes to bowling

you're both so god awful at it but you're both also convinced you're better than the other

"you're supposed to be aiming at the pins, not the hole..." "okay in my defence, when shooting you usually aim for the place with no defenders, so you can score!!" "don't pretend this is about football, you just suck 😒"

he loves kissing you, its the best thing ever

your first kiss was a bit awkward but it had its charm

you both had already been together for a while now but neither of you knew how to initiate the kiss

until you both were laughing at the dumbest joke he'd ever made in his whole life (he still cringes at the memory of it)

you just looked so fucking beautiful, with small tears in your eyes from laughing too much, a smile wide and that cute laugh

he couldn't help it so he just pushed himself onto you

and keep in mind there was some distance between the two of you so when he kissed you the two of you fell

but i mean, at least it was memorable???

gosh you both are the definition of first and last love <3333

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[feral-teeth]

🖌, 🕰, 👀 & 🍂 for the ask game 🫶

🖌️- Do you have/want any tattoos?

I dont have any, but I love the idea of tattoos and i get sick of seeing and feeling things being on my body really easily (like watches or like temp tattoos) so idk if its the best idea for me? I would probably only get something very abstract or something i really love.

Attached are the marble tattoos i would get on my arms and legs! Like i imagine black or gold marble along my shoulder and down, cutting off where there woukd be patchwork tattoos (like a mix of spencer agnews and anthony padillas)

Heres the link to my tattoo inspo board :3 - its among all of the other boards in that folder

I also know that once i get top surgery i want to put like, something cool on the new free real estate on my chest once it heals - like a cool feral dog or like stitches or something cool. To represent how fucking sick and badass being trans and getting top surgery is. And also being a furry i need like teeth or something feral looking on me (i wonder where i got my username from lol) ik someone on insta whos trans and he has these SICK tattoos like paw prints on the palm of his hands and some other rlly cool ones!! His name is Fox i think? Hes a huge inspo for me and my furry journey/trans journey for a while.

Also a tooth. Cuz fuck yeah

The future of having patchwork tattoos on my arms when i get money for it… it keeps me going. I cant wait to look fucking HOT esp w black ink cuz i find it super hot and more aesthetic on me.

I remember there was a self-love influencer and she had two tigers on her belly, and i loved the idea of that and to appreciate my stomach more.

. I also love the idea of having angel wing tattoos cause i used to always imagine having angel wings and wrapping them around me when i was scared or needed comfort. So they would represent that comfort. I also imagined them like, dragging on the ground behind me sometimes, like my wings were too big for my body. I imagined them as like gold and red and w like splashes of bright colours.

🕰️ - What time is it where you are rn?

Well its 6:01pm as i start to write this - lets see how long it takes for me to post it lol - checking in its 6:26pm - now its 6:35pm - 6:40pm abt to post

👀 - what colour are your eyes?

Brown, but golden in the sunlight! I have an old photo that i love when i was in British Colombia in the car and the sun was shining so perfectly and i got a picture of my golden eyes. Its such a beautiful picture i might just find it and post it here after i answer this <3 also reminds me of a photo i took of the mountains out the window that was literally a perfect screenshot of the beautiful moment. It makes me miss my old instagram where i used to only post aesthetic photos i took 😔probs gonna make my personal account do just that now 🫡

🍂-whats your favorite season?

Fall always! I love the season i was born in (i heard thats usually a proven thought) and even tho its moving into dead winter, it feels like new beginnings and a clean, fresh start because school used to start for me around then and its my bday in fall too so its like new school supplies? Presents? Money?? Amazing. This will surely change my life for the better! And all of this ruin and pain will fall behind me cuz i have new clean fresh pens and a new journal and a new schedule i know ill just drop after a month ! (Digital planners saved me sm omg)

But i also love every season and the poetry and meanings and atmospheres they bring. I always get so sad in the winter, but that sadness and pain being surrounded by so much joy and brightness and christmas lights and a hazy glow makes a good contrast for poetry and your own depression so 🤷 spring is new beginnings. The contrast between winter and spring and meaning new life and the dead rotting and turning into something that helps the fertilizer grow is such a strong concept for me. Summer being so hazy in the heat with heat lines coming off of the sidewalk, your ice cream melting onto the hot pavement, making it sizzle. The sadness that summer can bring too. The heat and fun and sun that everyone seems to be having while youre stuck inside or watching them through a haze of your own, you want to break the glass between you and the others but its just too thick, so you just slam on the glass, yelling, hoping that someone, anyone can hear you on the other side.

Back to fall - Now my bday just makes me sad 😔 whats funny is that it usually still feels like summer when its my bday, so its like im still in that hazy summer, preparing for the winter and dead leaves on the ground that are pronised every year.

From this ask game - get to know me! 💖

#ask game #thank you! #i love adding poetry into everything so enjoy #feral-teeth thoughts #writing #writing prompt #get to know me #feral teeth thoughts #about me #wallpaper inside my heart

[chippedaxe]

𝔅𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔗𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Title: 𝔅𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔗𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤

Warning(s): NSFW (minors dni), coarse language, monster fucking, slight size kink, demons, virginity

Pronouns: they/them non specified genitalia .

Synopsis: characters from the dsmp are monster hybrids, this is how their s/o (the reader) reacts to them.

Note: There's not rlly a reason for why I wrote this. If you guys disagree with me on these then that's okay, I just thought of these on the top of my head and I agree that my ideas could be better. (The title could also be better lmao)

2nd note (edit): there’s sfw but nsfw is included, just steer away from the nsfw content whilst reading if you don’t want to read it <3

Word count: 1.1K

* added cut for less clutter

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c!Dream

sfw

- He looks like a weird kind of blob to be honest but it's a bit cute

- He looks like he's covered in bits of slime or some weird type of green goo

- You like listening to his weird slime noises that he makes, it sounds like plops and its absolutely adorable.

- He talks normally like a human as well but you like his weird slime babbling better.

nsfw

- He feels so warm on your skin, the feeling he creates while he's inside of you (or you're inside him) is absolutely amazing and so euphoric.

- Everywhere gets dirty during sex, splatters of green goo or slime will be covering the walls and sheets.

- I feel like he would be touch starved from being a monster, not many people would go around him I assume. So he'd react kindly to your lewd touches and your praise~

c!Sapnap

sfw

- He's a type of blaze hybrid, he has sharp teeth and horns coming out from his forehead. He grumbles a lot and growls sometimes but you think its really cute (other people find it scary though)

- you could never find your baby scary <3 Ever since you guys met he was so kind to you, he'd keep you warm with his blaze rods and fire too ^^

- Such a sweetheart, you love to listen to the rumbling of his chest whenever you two lay together. He would probably be avoided during summer however since he'd just make the heat unbearable (you make it up to him at the end of summer)

nsfw

- Imagine him fucking you with those warm blaze rods of his (not my original idea, someone else had it but idk their @ )

- He's such a beast, there'd be claw marks on the walls and the mattress would almost always get destroyed from sex. Sapnap just can't help making a mess when you're making him feel so good..

- He'd like to nibble on you and leave deep bite marks while rutting into you, maybe even use his fire on you for some temperature play if you'd like something like that.

c!George

sfw

- I feel like he'd be a bit of a shapeshifter and his shape would shift depending on a dream he has/ had.

- You can recognize him even when he's in a new state due to his distinct personality and because of his shades that he carries on him.

- He's a naturally tired creature so he sleeps a lot, often inviting you to come and join him lovingly.

nsfw

- You'd always be intrigued with his new characters, eager to fuck each of his forms at least once. Your relationship together is very creative and curious, you guys will try anything and everything.

- Most sex together is sleepy sex, his hands will paw at you tiredly and you will have to put in most of the work.

- He can and will give you wet dreams by choice.

c!Eret

sfw

- He's a type of hybrid like medusa, his glasses are on at all times because if he takes them off then he'll turn you to stone.

- You have never seen her eyes before but that's alright, you still love them heaps.

- They will 100% kill anyone who gets to close to you with just a death stare, reassures you with lies that the person will be okay. They won't.

nsfw

- His scales feel rough against your skin, it makes the sex feel a whole lot different and exotic though so you really don't mind it.

- Her nails claw into you to keep you in place as she ruts into you with their hips, not wanting to let you go for at least another hour.

- Wraps their arms around you lovingly to keep you two close to each other, loves having you close to them while you perform such a beautiful act together.

c!Karl

sfw

- Have you seen his old skin?? I imagine something like that but in monster type form, I guess that he'd also be extremely rubbery and stretchy.

- He can stretch his arms around you to give you amazing hugs, finds it hard to unravel his arms from you though.

- I feel as if he wouldn't be able to speak coherent English and his words would be broken speech, if he doesn't try to speak English then he will just be making his own goofy noises.

nsfw

- Would be able to easily stretch if you were going to put something inside of him, I feel like he'd act so cute and lewd with his monster squeals too!!

- Fingering with him is fucking amazing, sex in general is amazing with him, he'd be able to stretch and basically shape himself into the perfect shape to be able to fuck your hole.

- He could easily tie you or himself up with his stretchy rubbery arms, makes your sex life a whole lot more exciting.

c!Punz

sfw

- I headcanon monster him as a human that was possessed by a demon and is now slowly turning into more of a demon.

- Tries to make deals with you for your soul but you reject him every time, surprised when he offers his love for free, you accept that graciously.

- Can reign hell fire and will if so pleases, definitely burns people who get to close to you or the people who hurt you in any.

nsfw

- He's a demon, he is naturally very tempting, so it doesn't take much for him to get you into his bed. "Come on baby, you can ride me and pull on my horns.." He's got you right where he wants you.

- He's naturally very warm from being a demon so you guys will often have very hot sweaty sex, resulting in you guys being gross and needing a wash afterwards.

- He would be eccentric if you were a virgin, he'd be like "awe, for me? You shouldn't have.." and then absolutely devour and rail the shit out of you to make a memorable experience.

#mcyt headcanons #mcytumblr #mcyt x reader #mcyt smut #dream smut #dream smp x reader #dream smp smut #c!eret #c!karl #c!sapnap #c!george #c!punz #c!dream

[awhst-alt]

I HAD THE BEST BYLER DREAM LAST NIGHT AND I REALLY WANNA SHARE IT WITH YOU ALL

it's so long (literally 2k words) so im gonna put it under the cut haha <3

so basically this would take place after mike and will start dating or something, idk exactly the time frame (i picture them being like 18 or something and this is the summer before college) and will goes to this summer arts program for like 2/3 months (i dunno how long american summer is but something like that) and its all the way far from home so there is dorms and stuff and he's "not in hawkins anymore" (no pun intended)

mike and will decide after will finishes his school they'd go to college together (cuz they're gonna be comic book artists together bc thats boyfriend shit) so throughout these months he's practically just waiting for will (<333333)

so one specific scene i remember from my dream involved will and mike getting off the bus to the school and then they hug and then mike grabs wills hand and brings him behind the bus and then he gives will a biggg kiss bc he won't be able to kiss him for 3 months. then they say they love each other and will gives him another quick kiss and is like "two kisses". they agree they'd call each other every day.

so will goes inside and mike goes back on the bus and goes home.

and basically the whole day is a whirl, until the end of it, in which mike is sitting in the kitchen near the phone waiting for like 3 hours for will to call, and will doesn't end up calling.

AND THEN IT GETS SPICYYYYY

so meanwhile at the arts program will asks like the front desk or something if he can call mike and they say phone is offlimits and they don't let him call mike

so then will goes to sleep and he's paranoid that he thinks mike is gonna hate him or something like that

mk than the next day in class there is this girl (they didn't reveal her name in the dream, ill call her stella) so stella is basically looking at will the entire class but will doesn't know it

so when they exit the class stella's like "hi" and will says "hi"

then stella says "i like your painting."

will is like rlly weirded out so he goes "thanks?"

"i um- hope this doesn't sound weird but i have no friends, do you want to be mine?"

"sure"

and then end of scene (this does not sound like a normal conversation but it's my dream so it doesn't have to make sense"

so BACK AT HAWKINS mike is still sleeping even tho it's like 3 pm because yk depressed boyfriend shit but then the PHONE RINGS and mike gets out of bed frantically and goes to the phone and he picks it up and is like "will?" and then it answers "it's el, idiot"

i feel like this is important for context but el speaks english very well now and hoppers back and she lives with hopper and not the byers anymore. ANYWAYS

el says "how's will?"

mike says "idk he didn't call"

"he didn't?"

"no, he didn't"

"okay. well maybe he will call later"

"yeah mb"

"wanna come over"

"ok"

so mike hangs up and gets changed and goes to el's house bc they r a couple o' besties and when he gets there it's like a therapy sessions bc mike usally talks to will every single day and he can't for like 3 months (unless will calls, but he's not going to) so he accepts he's gonna be depressed for 3 months and he's just talking to el about how he's gonna miss him so much and no be able to see his face and that shit

so el's like "well do u wanna do something to take ur mind off of him"

and mike's like "no im not gonna replace will" (I SCREAMED IN MY DREAM SRSLY)

but than el says "okay. guess im gonna go to the mall by myself" (ig starcourt is rebuilt by now)

and than mike bolts up and is like "fine"

"we can by something for will"

"okay yay"

so then they go to starcourt yasss!!

anyways back at the art school will is having lunch and stella is with he friends (even tho she said she doesn't have any friends) and one of her friends is like "omg did you see _____ he's so hot"

and another friend says "YESS! but ____ is cuter"

"what abt u stella? who do u have ur eyes on"

she says "byers" BUT NOOOOOOO WILL IS MIKES MAN

and they say "ew that kid who came back to life"

she says "yea. but he's cute, and shy, and once i wrap them around my finger i can get them to do anything"

so then she goes to sit down next to will at lunch

"hi will"

"hi"

"hru"

"im good"

"okay. good." and she gets upset because will goes ask how she is but she keeps her urging rage inside. and than they have this weird conversation and will is uncomfortable the whole time bc shes all like flirting with him and will is seeing someone obvi

but then she puts a hand on will's shoulder and he's shaking and then says something (idk what it is it wasn't explaining in my dream) then will stands up and runs to the bathroom. so he's just sitting in the stalls crying.

okay back at starcourt this part wasn't shown in my dream but im just gonna make up that mike and el go looking around starcourt for something for will (sort of like the mike/lucas/will montage where they were looking for stuff for el) and then i guess they find something for will and i don't have the slightest idea what they could have got for him BUT THEY GOT HIM SOMETHING GOOD

so mike's all happy but they'res still that depression inside of him lol

so fast forward a week, it really isn't explained but ill just make up that will still hasn't called mike, and he's super sad and all sleeping in but decides to look through his good ol binder full of will's drawings and in the arts school will and stella have a few more interactions im sure which are still very uncomfortable

okay so it's lunch again in the cafeteria and somehow will and stella are talking again but somehow it ends in stella kissing will and will like pulls away immediatley and is like "what is wrong with you!?"

and she says "what?"

"i'm seeing someone!"

"oh i uh- i didn't know."

the whole cafeteria is staring at them

so will's freaking out almost on the verge of a panic attack "idk what to do, he's gonna hate me and-"

"he?"

will has the look on his face like shit shit shit oh fuck no

"you're gay?"

"i-"

and will runs off once again. and everyone in the whole cafeteria knows that he's day and ofc with everybody being homophobic will knows it's not good at all bc everyone's gonna bully him

so then the next day he goes to class and the teacher is like "does anyone care to tell me where ___ is?" (it would be like a math question like 'where x is' but in art idkkk) and then the teacher calls on "will? can you tell me where ___ is?" and they'res a pause and then the teacher says "or perhaps you'd want to find your boyfriend instead?" (giving me anne with an e vibes prolly cuz i did a rewatch last weekend but i won't explain more in case some people haven't watched it but) anyways will stands up from his seat, everyone is looking at him, and he's shaking and so concerned but then he goes "fuck. you" badass will yeaaaa thats my boy

so then he runs out of the classroom and out of the school in a really cool montage way but then he realizes he's like 2 hours away from home but he runs and runs and he goes to a random bustop (it's not even garanteed if it takes him to hawkins but whatever) he gets on and tries to go back to hawkins.

and soon enough, he gets there, and immediatley goes to the wheelers because he needs to see mike and apologize for everything. so he's at the wheelers, and rings the doorbell, realizing he's still in his uniform lol but karen answers and mike is upstairs in his room sulking (i picture it would be 8 pm by now) so will asks for mike and karen calls mike. mike groans obviously because he doesn't know it's his boy, but he comes down, karen gets out of the way and as soon as he sees will they have a really big hug and it's super sweet and my heart UFHEIOSKA

mike says his usual "are you okay?" and mike is still confused as shit but will says "i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry" and mike says "you don't have to be sorry for anyrhing" but will says "ill explain"

so then they go to will's room, side-by-side on his bed and will starts explaining everything

(this is mostly improvised by me but it's still pretty similar to the dream)

"i hated it."

"the school?"

"yeah. there was no you, (mike blushes lmao), everything was terrible, i felt so lonely, they didn't let me call you-"

"what?"

"they said the phone was off limits. i wanted to talk to you so bad and i thought you'd hate me"

"i could never hate you, will, even if i tried." will smiles

"and then there was this girl, and she hit on me and i didn't know what to do bc i'd be the face of the school if i told her i was dating you and was gay and today she kissed me"

"WHAT"

"im sorry im sorry i didn't kiss back and i was so scared bc i never was in a relationship before and i was so scared it was considered cheating-"

and mike LAUGHSS

"what? mike? what's wrong?"

"if you don't do anything back, it's not considerd 'cheating'"

"oh. good. are you mad at me?"

"what? no! no never!" so mike opens his arms and says "come here" so will and mike hug or something like that and then mike says "do you need me to beat her up?"

and will says "you can't even beat eggs. besides, your noodle arms wouldn't be able to do harm to even a fly"

so mike laughs and says "i'm glad your home"

so will blurts "i cursed out a teacher"

"you? cursing?"

"yes."

"might have to start calling you a bad boy now"

will just smiles and says "i love you"

and mike says "i love you too"

AND THEN END AND IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF BC I LOVE THIS DREAM LIKE I CAN'T BELIEVE MY BRAIN THOUGHT OF THIS BUT IM OBSESSED

ALSO ONCE I FINISH WYBMFFAE ILL PROBABLY WRITE THIS INTO A FULL BLOWN FIC BUT AHIHFUSAH

edit: i have no idea what mike did with the present him and el bought for will but i guess they ended up giving it to him lol

#byler

[chasseuses]

reasons why i love jade leech part 3

I don't know why I'm doing this again I am a big fool goodbye ☠️ but ahhahahwhahjwhsjfhfjfnfkbdsjbdkdbjd im a doormat for him so. haha. I'll just. fukcignvkjgknv everyone pls look away this is the last post i swear 🤩

Part 1, 2

So.... 🤡 Hi I'm back again with another simp post I'm your local Jade simp and I'm here to point out reasons why I'm an absolute doormat for this eel and why I'm staying as one.

I'M FUCKIFNCGD. SCRVEN AMWIANAJWBAJVWKQVWKAGAKAVDKFBYKDGSKEIANSJAMEINSLENDKEBEKSBEKSHEKDJEKSJRKDJRKDHSKDHKEHSKEBSKEJDLDHDKDBDKHRKDBEKSHEKSUSMS

Ok so, URGFKFHDKDUDKSJSKFHDKGDKDHD if you've been here long enough or something i think i posted something about his initial birthday suit up illustration here which i wrote while i was sobbing and being overly emotional over him.

BUT BASICALLY. IT WAS ABOUT HIS SMILE. I MEAN RTHGJKHJGK JADE LEECH..... SMILING.............N N .VJV.JV. WITHOUT ANY ULTERIOR MOTIVES...... IM FUCKFING DEAD YO!!!!!

HEAR ME OUT. I JUST GJVKJGKVNGKV ... dont u think there's just something about someone as shady as jade who looks shady 90% of the time look like he's not shady for the first time ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

idk if that made sense but yeah.

ALSO IDK IF ANYONE WAS SIMPING HARD ENOUGH TO NOTICE BUT LIKE 😭 IF U COMPARE HIS HANDS TO FLOYD'S THERE'S A DIFFERENCE.

and now if you've known me long enough to know that i am a big fan of his hands, you'll know that i went absolutely crazy over this detail!!!!!! THEY WERE ROUGHER THAN FLOYD'S AND THAT WAS JUSTHGJJGKGKFNKFKGNGKGNFKDDJFKGNGKFJF A DIRECT HIT TO THE GUT WHAT THE FUCK DISPLEX YOU CANT DO THIS TO US 😭😭😭😭😭

do u see the fork he's holding?

yeah

i wanna be that fork so bad

im not even kidding

i legit want to be that fork.

why?

.

haha.

you dont need to know

ANYWAYS. ONTO THE STORY 🥰

we got a lot of lore for the twins this time around and i am tHRIVING :BIBBEK:

"However, and this is unusual for me, but so many people wishing me ‘Happy birthday’ has made me rather embarrassed." HELP?????????&(&!4(£;#(-__8-##(-_(£+£(£ I II I I I I HUCHJWNWISHEJDHWOHSKWGSKSYAKGSKA HI KAUAKSGKAGSKSGSJAYJAGSJAGAJSYSIGSJGSJSHSJAHsks

Their mother!!! Uses!!! -san!!!! At the end of their names!!!!!!! Which got me going 🧐 that is not usual at all!!!!! wtf is going on in the leech household

a lot of ppl theorized mafia stuff and all of that which honestly makes sense imo and also because i find that hella hot HAHSMDGSKDHKSJS mr leech...... 😳 mafia.... HELPGKFJKGJFKF

wait. won't that mean he's rich.

bonus points eyy /j GFJFHFJDHJFNF

"Well, they do say that married couples take after each other… It’s good that they get along well." MR LEECH YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE RFNJVJKHKGKGKOGJGKVJKFCKIJGKTJKFFJKDHDKXHFFHFJ

guys im losing it

if that wasn't already obvious RHUFHGUF

HELLO????????? ONE OF THE REASONS WHY HE LIKES TERRARIUMS??1?"!"!'! HELPFKVKV CONTROL IT'S CONTROL

"Whether they live or die is also up to me…" i just think.

no i dont think but you get what i mean why the fuck is that line lowkey hot lmfao something is wrong with me

i dont knwo why the fuck but the fact that he likes unpredictability is also kinda????? lmao how boring was ur life that everything u did went exactly your way 😭 how does that bring u amusement i cant relate gomen mr leech

or am i completely wrong idk 🗿 mr leech tell me more about you onegai

Ok honestly, before the birthday card came out, I thought their earrings were like,,, from their parents or something. like heirlooms!! i thought they were precious in that aspect but what i rlly didn't expect is for them to fckinghgkgngknfkf FIGHT A DAMN STURGEON FOR ITS SCALES 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

deadass why would a sturgeon challenge them anyways 🧐 and the twins were just like, "ok sure but can we have your scales if we win" and they rlly did 😭 just how strong were you guys before middle school wtf!!!!

and they turned the scales into earrings 🧐 which is now what they wear!! p cute

they're apparently popular to use as amulets in the coral sea so i. i fucking rotted over this AHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA hrufhfigjofhckfbcjc should i delve deeper into this? no. but perhaps you can find out what my rot is about just by reading this single bullet

"Floyd and I have gone near beaches on nights with fireworks as well." HELEPEHLEPDFKLEGSLDOSODB EGHFKCNDKMCURLDHLDGSMX

WATCHIFNFG FIREOEKSKF WITHHF JADE AJFNJFVJFHKDHF

ohmigod this is getting way longer than intended 🤡 should i continue

yeah fucj it HFJVHFJHCJFHJCJ everybody pls ignore my rot 😌

as all of you know, jade wears purple eyeliner. that's right.

Purple eyeliner.

Why does this matter, you ask? Oh sweet summer child, it may not matter to you but to me—eyeliner is super fucking hot I kid you not I started crying at night when I thought about this and wrote a mini essay about it like a fool so I'm just going to.

I am legitimately losing my shit over this like-?? Who allowed you to fucking put on eyeliner? You're already deadly without them and more so with them.

It honestly makes me wonder if he puts this on his own or not but seeing how deft he is with his hands, it's not a stretch to assume that he puts it on his own.

And I find that really hot since look at those clean strokes..!! He's better at applying them than me. I have this desire to let him do my makeup but when I think about it I start making incomprehensible noises and bury my face into my pillow. Purple eyeliner just-? Looks so good on him?

It should be illegal at this rate he looks so tempting I hate it. Sometimes I just have this urge to ruin in, I don t care how I just want to smudge it for some reason. Like deadass, I just want you all to appreciate how good his eyes look!

HELP HIS EYESDHFHTKHEKFHDKFHDMFHKDHFKSGDK IM FUCKFINDG LSOING IT

WHY DO I LOVE HIS EYES SO MUCH I DONT FUCKING KNOW I'VE NEVER BEEN A FAN OF CHARACTERS WITH MISMATCHED EYES BUT WITH HIM IM JUSTHGJJFJG KG NVM

His eyes are fucking beautiful, man. 🤡💞 Could stare at them for hours and never get tired!!!!

Need I say more?

BRO IM FUVKGIGNVJKGVKNGKFHFKFFJF HIS TEETH IM CRYIGGN WHAT THE ACTUALLY FUCK I KNEW THEY WERE SHARP BUTJGKVJGKGJFKGJCKFJKCFJKFFHKCJFKGJDOFHKDHFKDHDKDHDJ BARKBARKBARKBARK

I mean what 🗿

guys displex is insane because they literally made jade have two ssrs in a row with banners that were available at the same time do you know how painful that was for me

when jamil bday card dropped all i lost ebg because i panicked over the thought of a jade bday card and started saving!!! and i did!!!! i managed to save up 100 pulls and i was so fucking chill after that but then,

abema stream happened

i was asleep when that happened so when i woke up i had like 283628 pings in discord telling me that he has an ssr for the halloween event and i was just 🗿 yo say sike his bday is soon displex must be joking

haha nope! they were dead serious.

that shit was painful i started crying 🤡 what the fuck because i didn't have enough gems for both ssrs and his halloween card was just absolutely beautiful.

so i went insane and saved 200 copies of the same jade card in attempt to make him come home before pity so i dont have to whale

I mean,

Black nails.

The bandages.

The harness.

The hat is kinda ugly but that's ok.

THE BELTS AT HIS WAISTFJTKDJRKFBFKFHOFHDKDHDKSGDKSHSKXHSKJS

SO I WAS REALLY DESPERATE AHHSHDHFJFGHJFJF THANKFULLY THEY BOTH CAME HOME BEFORE PITY SO TYSM JADE I LOVE U FOR THAT AHAHJAHDJ

oh shit this got long so imma just end this here 🐬 if you read this far, congrats HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

#reasons why i love jade leech #twisted wonderland #twst #twst meme #disney #jade leech #octavinelle #twst jade #twisted wonderland jade #simp post #HELP IM CRYINGJGJFKFK I JUST #I DONT KNOW WHAT CAME OVER ME I JUST HAD THE NEED TO MAKE THIS #🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 PLEASKEKDKD I JUST LOVE HIM #bRO I #stan jade leech #o shit o fuck 🤡 #i just realized what i wrote in this whole post #i am not thirsty i swear

[pinkja]

Shy (Ellie Williams x Female Reader)

Request:

elliexreader fic where reader has had a crush on ellie for the longest time and is rlly shy around her but eventually they become friends and its just a lot of pining HEHE u can decide where this will go but 💔 i just want shy and in love with ellie reader maybe also a little envious of dina reader thank you mwah

Tw cursing

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Oh god, why did Ellie have to be so damn cute? Those green eyes practically put you in a trance every time you made eye contact. Her red hair looked so soft and god you wanted to run your hand through it. The scar on her eyebrow made her look like such a badass and oh! Her tattoo, her fucking tattoo made you swoon.

To say you had a crush on the girl was kind of an understatement. It started ever since she had came to Jackson and it showed no sign of going away any time soon. It wasn’t like the crush was any type of problem to you, except for when it came to looking at Ellie and talking to Ellie, hell even standing near her.

You don’t think that anyone thought you had a crush on Ellie, just chalking your behavior up to you being your usual shy self. And while you thought that was the case at first, at least you could actually talk to other people, but when it came to Ellie you could barely squeak out a hi, before your nerves took over. It had gotten to the point where you had just started to avoid her. And now that you’re thinking about it, you felt that you were being quite rude.

You groaned, rubbing at the sides of your head.

Oh no, did Ellie think you hated her?

“No! Get yourself together, (y/n)! You have patrol in,” you looked at your alarm clock, “thirty minutes. You can do this!”

Maybe this patrol would be good for you. You could get out of Jackson and smell some fresh, summer air, and you could get your mind off of El–

No! You won’t even think her name. You would not let she-who-shall-not-be-named distract you from doing your job!

“Ok! You gotta get up, brush your teeth, and get ready for patrol dumb dumb!” You coaxed yourself. You rolled out of bed, a bad idea since you ended up hitting your shoulder on the dresser, but it’s fine! It gave you another distraction so you wouldn’t think of she-who-shall-not-be-named.

With a huff and a complaint of your not-so-bruised shoulder, you got up off the floor and walked to the bathroom to get ready. Once you had brushed your teeth and changed out of your nightclothes, you grabbed your bag and rifle from the door and left to the gates.

“Sucks that I don’t have much time to eat.” You started as the gates appeared in view. “Hopefully I don’t end up dragging my partner down with me, whoever they are.” You kept forgetting to ask Maria who your new partner was, but hopefully they weren’t too awful. I mean it couldn’t be that bad as long as it wasn’t–

You stopped in your tracks. Eyes wide, mouth agape. That voice, holy shit that voice sounded so familiar. But it can’t be who you thought it was, right?

“Please don’t be her, please don’t be her. Please, please, please.” You slowly started walking again, almost dragging your feet to avoid confirming your suspicion. When you had gotten close enough to see whoever was at the gate, you let out a small curse. It was Ellie and oh my goodness she looked so pretty today and FUCK you are doing it again.

Ok maybe if you turned around right now you can escape. Maybe you can fake an injury. Would that make you a horrible person? Were you really ready to go so far as hitting yourself in the knee to get out of seeing El–, I mean she-who-shall-not-be-named?

Oh god what were you thinking? You can’t just leave her alone. Who knows what she’ll run into out there and you’d feel so awful if she got hurt.

Ellie stood there looking relaxed for once. She was in a tank top and jeans and oh god was she laughing. It sounded so beautiful to you. She was leaning against the gate and her backpack was swinging in her hand. Next to her was Dina, who had her head cocked to the side, telling something to Ellie while making wild hand gestures.

You got along with Dina well. You thought she was pretty and she pushed you a lot to get out of your bubble. You don’t know why, but seeing her talk to your crush and make her laugh was…what was this feeling? Were you…jealous?

No, couldn’t be. All you wanted was to make Ellie smile like Dina did. And laugh like Dina did and you wished you could talk to her like Dina did.

Ok yeah, you may be jealous.

As you walked a bit closer, you could pick up on a bit of their conversation.

“Are you ever going to tell me who my new partner is? I’m kinda getting impatient.” Ellie started, looking up at the sky.

“Hmm. Nope.” Dina said cheekily.

“Then can you at least tell me why you requested a partner change? It was kind of sudden.”

Dina turned towards your direction and her eyes widened.

“Oh god, does she see me? Please don’t tell me she sees me!” You whispered to yourself.

“(Y/n), hi!” Oh fuck.

You waved shyly and held your head down a bit. When you finally got to them you gave Dina a hug and waved at she-who-still-shall-not-be-named.

“Hi, Dina. H-Hi, El…Ellie.” Fuck, you couldn’t even say her name right. “Are you guys going on patrol?” God dammit that was a stupid question. You heard that Ellie was getting a new partner so why in the hell would you ask that?

Well, maybe there was a chance that Ellie’s partner just didn’t come yet.

“Actually…” Dina moved behind you and placed her hands on your shoulders. “You and Ellie are going to be partners for today.” Wait what?

“D-Dina, huh?” You started to panic.

“Yeah, you see. I’ve actually comes down with something.” She started to fake cough as she pushed you towards Ellie. “And besides, it’ll help with your little problem.” She whispered in your ear. Your face turned red as a result. Dina stopped pushing you and quickly sped away. “Buh-bye you two! Have fun!”

Please don’t leave me here, Dina.

“What happened to your cold?” Ellie yelled back at her. Dina started to fake cough again. Once she was out of sight, you two stood in silence. Ellie tapped you on your shoulder. You jumped up with a squeak. You turned to her, your body stiff and face red hot. “Should we go?” Ellie offered, slinging her bag over her shoulder. Her hair was down and it was flowing in the wind. You could do nothing but nod as the gate opened. You kept silent as you started to walk foward. You walked a ways ahead before Ellis spoke again. “I think all we have to do is check for Infected and grab some supplies. Sound good?” You could only hum and nod.

Goddamit were you being rude again?

You peeked at Ellie, who was staring ahead, hopefully, oblivious to your turmoil. You wondered if she was angry at you. Could she be?

You two arrived at a tower and started climbing up the ladder. Ellie let you go first, and you could feel her eyes on you as you climbed.

Ellie let out a small whoo when she made it to the top, causing you to smile, but quickly turned away to hide it.

“You’re pretty good with a rifle, right?” The breaking of silence caused you to jump. You nodded meekly. How the hell did she know that about you? “Dina told me.” Ah that’s how. “You think you can handle this one? I haven’t been the best at shooting from afar.” Ellie rubbed the back of her neck.

You agreed, taking the rifle from behind your back. You aimed, looking through the scope to spot Infected. You found a few Runners and Clickers and shot them down in a few seconds. When you turned around, Ellie was leaning against the wall, staring at you. It caused you to blush and fidget under her stare. She then smiled at you. It startled you and you tried to smile back. You hoped it didn’t look weird.

“Good job!” Your heart fluttered at the compliment.

“Th-Thank you, El…” God you still couldn’t say her name right.

“El…I like that. It’s cute.” Oh god you are going to explode. You were snapped out of your thoughts as the loud growl of your stomach made your hunger known to the world.

Fuck, as if you couldn’t embarrass yourself more.

Ellie laughed. Oh my god, she laughed.

“Hungry?” Her voice held amusement.

“Mmhm. I didn’t get to eat this morning…” Was that just a full sentence? Did you just say a full sentence to Ellie Williams?

Ellie reached into her backpack and pulled out two burritos.

“I didn’t eat breakfast either. Guess great mind think alike, huh?” She handed you the burrito and kept her fingers over yours just a little bit longer.

“Th-Thanks.” You had managed to stutter out.

You sat next to her on the floor and ate together in silence.

Your eyes wandered towards Ellie’s right arm, where her tattoo was. You averted your eyes quickly.

I will not look. I will not look. I will not lo– You looked anyways.

Damn, you were memorized by it and boy oh boy did it only make you fall harder.

Ellie crumpled up the wrapper and tried to throw it in the bin in the corner. It bounced off the edge and Ellie cursed. “Boo.” She pouted like a child. “(Y/n), give me yours.” She ordered. You complied, chewing the last of your burrito to satisfy her needs. She tried again and made it this time. “Yes! I made it!” She turned back to you, a wide smile on her face. “Thanks! You’re my good luck charm!” She smirked at you and went to pick up her discarded wrapper to throw it away.

Good luck charm? Did she just call you her good luck charm? Your heart was soaring, oh god would you even have one after this? Dina must be enjoying this. Curse her and that stupid fake cough of hers.

“I, uh…” You struggled to form words.

“Let me write this down really quick.” She took out her journal. You were embarrassed to admit that you wanted to look in it sometime. “How many Infected were there?” She asked you.

“Three Runners and two Clickers.” You answered dutifully.

“Ok! That’s it for this tower. Let’s head to the next one.” Ellie walked over to the ladder. “After you.” You climbed down the ladder and waited for Ellie to come down with you. You two continued to walk in silence.

“(Y/n), can I ask you a question?” Ellie asked you. You said yes, hoping you can form a full sentence to answer her. “Do you hate me?” Oh my god she did think that you hated her. You felt like such a jerk.

“No! No, no I could never h-hate you, El…Ellie.” Quite the opposite, in fact.

Goddammit why didn’t you say that?

“Then why do you avoid me? You don’t even like to look at me.” Was Ellie…sad? No she must be angry at you. Oh that’s the last thing you would want.

“I-It’s because I…I um…fuck. I’m not really good with words…” You bit the inside of your cheek. “I’m just…shy. I-I’m sorry if I made you feel that I hated you I…I just think that you’re so pretty and I didn’t know how to deal with that so I avoided you.” You were rambling. God you were rambling and Ellie probably thought you were a freak. “I-I should stop talking now…” You looked away from Ellie and looked down at your feet.

Ellie stopped walking and grabbed your hand to prevent you from moving without her.

“(Y/n), listen. You don’t have to be ashamed of your feelings. I…you could talk to me.” Her voice was soft and her thumb rubbed circles on your hand. You continued to look down. Ellie lifted your chin to look you in your eyes. “I swear, I only wanna be closer to you. I hope you understand that.” She brought you closer. “Do you?”

“Mmhm.” Was all you could say. Ellie liked your answer.

“We’ll figure things out, ok? I won’t push you.” You smiled at her, grateful for her patience. “Come on, we still have three more towers to go to.” Ellie led you foward with determination. She never let go of your hand.

You would have to thank Dina when you got back.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie x reader #dina the last of us #dina tlou #the last of us part ii #the last of us part 2 #the last of us part two #fluff #gay panic #the reader is the definition of gay panic #tw cursing

[myluciferiscody]

Dancing With Your Ghost p.1 (Request)

anon: Can u write a fic (or series if u want) where reader goes camping with some frens & she's the only 1 who can c the ded counselors. She makes friendly w/ Xavier & they get rlly close. They begin dating & no 1 knows y she's so happy. She has a whole other life when she's with the counselors & likes it more than her normal living 1. After some thinking, she pops the question & asks Xavier 2 find a way 2 kill her and keep her there with him, he asks y & she says it's cuz she's in love w/ him :o

I was going to wait until I finished “i loved you first” before posting, but the ideas kept coming and they won’t stop coming, so here it is!

pairing: Xavier Plympton x Reader

word count: 2,706

warnings: non (yet)

part 2

You scrambled out of the van, staring up at the faded sign of Camp Redwood. Your friends were laughing as they gathered their belongings, but you were too busy observing the abandoned murder sight from over thirty-years ago. You had read countless books and television documentaries of what transpired here. It was odd seeing it in all of its run-down glory.

"y/n! Catch!"

You turned just as your friend Winter tossed your bag of belongings. You caught it with one hand, shouldering it, while still looking around. As interested as you were in both massacres that occurred here, it wasn't your idea to choose it as a camping site. Your friends were real crime buffs, and this was their next stop, but taking it to the next level by staying overnight seemed a little much to you.

Winter trailed next to you, followed by Riley and Dorothy, who trailed behind with their phones at the ready. You stepped over the piles of leaves, tripping over random holes in the ground as Winter teased you.

"This place is awesome!" Riley said, taking a picture of a cabin with boarded-up windows and graffiti. "Why didn't we come here sooner?"

"I wanted to go to Briarcliff," Winter said, "After all the bodies they found there a few years ago, no fucking way!"

The four of you walked around, taking pictures, and enjoying the California sunshine on your skin. You and Winter had moved here for school almost four years ago now, meeting Riley and Dorothy in one of your classes. You were not looking forward to moving back to Michigan after graduation.

You had found a decent place by the lake, the one rumored to be bottomless. Riley wanted to sleep in one of the cabins, but most were boarded up entirely and inaccessible. It seemed like you'd be setting up the tents you brought instead.

Winter urged you to take off your clothes to swim. The swimsuit you were wearing was from the Summer before, but it still felt nice. You laid in the sun while the others tested the waters, yelling that it was cold, and their nipples were hard.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw movement in the woods surrounding the lake. It was very brief, but you knew you saw a dark purple shirt and shorts. You sat up, squinting against the sunlight. There was nothing there.

"y/n! Come and swim with us!" Dorothy splashed water your way, barely reaching the towel you laid out on.

You glanced back toward the woods, seeing a bird hopping along the ground for some food. You stood up, preparing to jump in with the girls. It was ridiculous, it was only the four of you here.

***

Some hours later, the coolers had been drug out onto the sand, and drinks were being passed around. Your belly was full from dinner, and you laughed as Dorothy and Riley were talking about how hot Captain America is.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom," you set down your drink, standing up. Winter laid sprawled out beside you, singing a Lana Del Rey song under her breath.

You grabbed the small bag of toiletries you had brought, planning on finding a bush to use. You felt slightly embarrassed, never imagining that you'd be relieving yourself surrounded by nature. The sun was starting to set, and very few lights worked around the camp. You fumbled with your phone, about to turn on the flashlight when-

"What's that in your hand?" You screamed, dropping your bag and phone, turning around to see a young woman with the blondest hair you had ever seen. She smirked at you, and you realized she had a striking resemblance to Winter.

"Who are you?" you wheezed, bending down and grabbing your stuff, keeping your eyes on her.

"I'm Montana!" she outstretched her hand towards you, "I'm a frequent visitor,"

You hesitantly shook her hand, seeing that she was kept nicely. "N-Nice to meet you, I'm y/n,"

"What are you holding?" she asked again, gesturing towards your phone.

"It's my phone, haven't you seen one?" you laughed lamely, showing her your smartphone.

"May I?" she asked.You hesitated before placing it in her hand. You watched as she toyed with it, her mouth falling open as you heard a random YouTube video playing. "This isn't a phone!" she exclaimed as she simultaneously smacked the screen a few times.

You were very confused as she handed it back to you. You forgot you were fighting the urge to pee yourself. Montana noticed the look on your face and grinned, before looking directly behind you. "Xavier!"

"What's going on over here?" you whirled around, starting to panic, thinking you were being ambushed. You saw a man wearing a plum shirt and shorts, a perfectly sculpted tuft of dirty blond hair on top of his head. You were entranced by his striking blue eyes that brightened at the sight of you.

"I'm talking to my new friend, y/n!" Montana grinned, "She's very nice, check out her phone!"

Xavier stepped closer to you, craning his neck as you showed him with a trembling hand. Montana was telling him about the random video that was playing, and he looked interested.

"Are you guys camping here too?" you asked finally, interrupting them when Montana wondered if you'd be able to find Aerobics tapes on them.

"You could say that," Xavier smirked at you. "Is this your first time here?"

"Yeah, I came with my friends," you nodded. Montana was grinning oddly at the two of you.

"You wanna hang out? You could tell me more about this device," Xavier handed your phone back that was running low on battery life.

You looked at the eager looks on their faces. Off in the distance, you could still hear your girls talking and laughing, probably getting drunk as you speak. A few minutes wouldn't hurt.

"I'd love that." you smiled.

***

The sun had set as you sat with Xavier and Montana under one of the only working lights in the camp. The subject changed from your phone to the current president, all the way to what exercises were popular. As odd as you found their questions, Xavier explained in a rather flat tone that they were people of nature and had quite the Amish existence.

Montana left after a while, talking about some guy named Trevor, leaving you alone with Xavier. He seemed very comfortable around you, which made you feel slightly better. He kept a safe distance, asking you about your life and the friends you came with. Xavier listened intently, a look of confusion appearing every once in a while when you mentioned social media.

He has to have some idea of what things are like now, you thought to yourself.

The more you spoke with him, the more he felt familiar to you. You couldn't quite put your finger on why or how. You never met someone like him; his beauty was one of the ages. He told you about his life before they moved out here, saying he was a gym instructor and was trying to break out into the acting scene that never worked out.

"It's getting cold," you commented, still wearing your tank top and shorts from earlier. Your now dead phone and bag sat at your feet.

"I'm sorry for keeping you this long," Xavier said, rubbing the back of his neck. His earring sparkled in the moonlight. "You can-"

"Y/N!" voices called your name, some louder than others. You had jumped, standing up from your spot on the wooden stairs when Xavier froze in his place.

"I'm over here!" you called, seeing flashlights heading in your direction. You saw Winter first, as she spotted you and skipped over, her cheeks flushed after the alcohol she consumed.

"There you are!" she gasped, bringing you in for a hug - a clumsy one at that. "WE WERE SO WORRIED!"

"Yeah, y/n, you've been gone for like an hour," Riley said.

"I'm sorry you guys, I was just talking to Xavier and Montana," you explained.

The three girls gave you a questioning look, despite being intoxicated. Winter stared at you, "Who?"

You frowned, pointing behind you with your thumb, "I met a camper, his name is Xavier-" you had turned around, only to stop in your tracks where the seat he once sat in was now empty. "Wait!"

"y/n, y/n, y/n, are you high?" Winter snorted at you. "There's nobody else here!" 

You turned around now, looking for a sign that you weren't making this up. There were no footprints, no butt marks on the seats beside your own, nothing. You stuttered, attempting to explain who was sitting with you while your friends gave you concerned stares.

"I think you've had a long day!" Dorothy cooed, gently grabbing your arm. "Let's go back to camp! We have a long day tomorrow!"

You grabbed your stuff, your mind reeling as you followed them back to camp. You glanced behind you one last time, not seeing either of your new friends anywhere.

You woke up bright and early the next day, quietly creeping around as you changed into your new clothes. You made some breakfast, the little fire providing some much-needed warmth. You had shared a tent with Winter, who hogged most of the blankets. You gazed around, trying to spot Xavier and Montana, but they were nowhere to be found.

You unplugged your phone from the battery pack you brought, thinking if you got a picture with at least one of them, they'd believe you. You made sure the fire was kept low before setting off.

The sound of small animals and birds was the only thing you could hear now that the girls were asleep. Xavier and Montana never explicitly said where they were standing. They couldn't be that far away from you.

You stopped walking, looking off in the distance, and seeing the incredible hills and valleys surrounding the camp. You took a few pictures, smiling at the beauty of it all when you heard what sounded like a branch creaking above you.

You looked up, seeing nothing.

You took a few steps away, hiding under the shade as you continued to admire your surroundings. It wasn't long before you heard it again, looking up with a scowl when-

"CAWWWWW!"

You screamed when a towering figure jumped down, threatening to squash you. You dodged it just in time, nearly tripping over a root when you heard hysterical laughter.

A young black man was holding his sides, his overalls red and clean as a whistle as he buckled over. You stared at him with wide eyes, your heart beating a mile a minute.

"Aw shit, aw shit, that was better than I could have imagined!" he cackled, before two figures appeared from behind him, laughing along. It was them.

"Ray, you could have killed her!" Xavier said through his quiet laughter.

"She's fine! Aren't you, darling!?" Ray laughed again before going into a coughing fit.

"I-I think my heart stopped for a moment," you said, starting to laugh a little yourself.

"I know what that's like." Montana sighed dreamily.

Xavier gave her a comical look, before turning his attention to you. "Don't mind her, she's one of the most morbid people I know."

You smiled a bit, shaking Ray's hand when he offered it to you.

"You're friends, I take it," you said, before realizing how stupid it sounded.

"For a long time," Ray tossed an arm around Xavier's shoulder, who shrugged it off. "Tough love..." he mumbled.

"Come on, Ray, let's leave them," Montana said, now putting her arm around Ray, leading him away. Ray waved at you before making kissy faces at Xavier, who glared at him.

"I'm sorry about him, he can be a little much," Xavier smiled awkwardly.

"Where did you go last night?" you questioned. Xavier's face immediately fell, looking towards the scene you were previously admiring.

"I get a little nervous around people, anxiety, you know?" Xavier replied.

"Oh," you frowned, deciding not to push him any further. "I'm sorry if my friends scared you off, they can be loud when they're drunk,"

Xavier laughed at that, taking a seat in the dirt. You were surprised at this, as his appearance always seemed to be impeccable. You followed him, crossing your legs as you strained your neck to glance down at the sparkling water below.

"It's fine, I used to be like that too," he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, "I stopped a long time ago, it didn't interest me anymore,"

Just like the night before, you started talking about many things. You once again showed Xavier your phone, attempting to bring up Instagram in what little connection you had on this side of camp. His eyes lit up when you joked about how influencers were treated like celebrities most of the time.

"You should make an account, you'd have a cult following," you laughed, making him smile.

"Maybe one day, I don't even have a Snapbook,"

"Facebook," you corrected, hiding your giggle.

"Oh, sorry," Xavier wrinkled his nose. "What's the other one?"

"Snapchat," you masked your laugh again.

"It's not polite to laugh!" Xavier teased you, squinting his eyes as you finally lost it, knowing you would remember this moment forever to tease him later.

"I'm sorry, but that was the cutest thing I ever heard anyone say," you admitted, not realizing the implications of your words.

"Oh, you think I'm cute, huh?" Xavier teased you again, "That makes two of us."

You playfully shoved him, before asking him to take a photo with you. Xavier seemed hesitant at first before you took his very first selfie. Xavier asked when the film was supposed to pop out, tapping around your phone case.

"No, no, phones don't do that," you took it from him, showing him the picture from the gallery. Xavier's jaw dropped again, and you told him to go ahead and swipe. He saw the pictures you had taken earlier, as long as a few photos of your car ride with the girls on the way here before he gave it back.

"That's unbelievable, when I was growing up they said we'd have flying cars, not phones with touch screens and cameras!"

You laughed, believing him to be joking, but Xavier really wasn't. He didn't say anything, only laughing with you to avoid the real reason why he was at Camp Redwood.

Xavier encouraged you to walk around with him, and you took turns taking photos of each other, individually and together. He got the hang of it pretty quickly, not making any burst shots after the first fix or six times.

As much as you didn't want the day to end, you had already spent nearly four hours with him. Winter had texted you, saying they had just woken up and wanted to go on a hike.

Xavier seemed to realize it was time to let you go. He led you back towards the lake, asking when you were leaving.

"We're supposed to head back tomorrow afternoon," you explained, "Our spring break is over in a few days," you sighed, thinking of all of the homework that would be piled on your desk in the coming weeks.

"You go to school here, right?" he asked, trying to remember their conversation from last night.

"Yeah, I graduate in June," you sighed, "Then it's back home to Michigan with Winter." you frowned a little, realizing Xavier would be one of the friends you'd be leaving behind now.

Xavier didn't say anything, only stopping near the same cabin you met him yesterday. He smiled at you, "Uhh, if you're free later, Ray said something about a full-moon tonight if you wanna see it." he said lamely, and you could see the amusement in his eyes.

"I'd love that!" you smiled, "I can meet you here?"

"Awesome!" Xavier smiled. You both stood there, staring at each other before Xavier finally said, "I'll see you later." you nodded, watching as he headed back the way you came. You stared until his back disappeared from view before you met your friends at the lake.

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[aftgficlibrary]

best fics of 2018?

This is so subjective so some of our staff are gonna put our 2018 favs here below!!

Cassy

This is my favorite fic ever and the author just started updating it again so im in tears all the time 

i’m here right now (just be here right now with me) by Talls (M | 27,606 | 3/7)

Neil first meets Andrew with a racquet to the stomach in a locker room when he’s eighteen. Andrew first meets Neil with a hushed conversation on a beach in California when he’s five. They still manage to meet on rooftops, fall in love, find family, and heal together, just not quite at the same time and definitely not in the same order.

(In other words, Andrew is the Time Traveler’s wife.)

This fic is so soft and pretty

Translation Errors by SensationalSunburst (Not rated | 3,127 | 1/1)

“Andrew doesn’t love me,” Neil said simply, “So if he has a love language, I don’t know it.”“Oh, honey.” Allison drawled, “You don’t actually believe him when he says he hates you, do you?”

Lucky by sunrise_and_death (T | 4,328 | 1/1)

At thirteen, he’d lived in eleven different cities, gone by as many different names, and seen his reaper twenty-eight times. Some people would have called him lucky.

Live Once More (This Time Will Be Better) bypurpleeyesandbowties (T | 2,457 | 1/1)

Very carefully so as to not wake his roommates presumably sleeping off a night of regrettable choices, Andrew pulled a notebook towards him and opened to a fresh page to make a list. Two lists, actually. Changes to make and things to keep the same. Thankfully, it didn’t take long to sort out what was important.

To change:get off pillsno Kathy no Seth dying (Neil was upset)no Thanksgivingno winter at Evermoreno Baltimorekill Riko soonerkill Nathan myself

Keep the same:get Neil to the Foxes

Maz:

changing tides - titanic au by missbolton (M | Incomplete | 4/5)

When Nathaniel Hartford boards the RMS Titanic, it is a death sentence. He will be shipped to New York with his brutal father and his soon-to-be wife, Lola. There’s no escape.

Until he meets third-class artist Andrew Minyard.

if you’re lost you can look (and you will find me) by paleromantic (T | Incomplete | 5/?)

Neil Josten jerked awake, his cigarette falling from his fingers as he did. The frigid air bit at his arms, his neck, his face, but he didn’t notice, too busy looking around.

“What the fuck.”

or

Neil and Andrew wake up back in Millport, and get the chance to start over.

I’m Just Killing Time by thesaroscycle (T | 10,666 | 1/1)

He was sat in the most comfortable armchair in the back, the book in his lap closed but well-worn and dog-eared, one of the things that annoyed Bee to no end. His glasses sat on the table next to him, along with the hot chocolate Bee had made earlier in the morning that had gone cold. He stared out the window into a cloudless blue sky, squinting at the late morning sun and blurry trees. It was getting warm enough outside for the frost to melt on the grass, and late enough for people to start coming in. He couldn’t wish more for fall, when the sky would be gray and the chill would last all day rather than just early morning. Everything seemed to be holding its breath for the coming summer, for longer days and warmer mornings. Andrew couldn’t be less excited for summer; of all their town’s 70-degree-high summers, it was still hot enough for Andrew to melt in his stubbornly consistent black wardrobe.

Paper Skies by exybee (T | 4,662 | 1/1)

Andrew’s a quiet librarian who treats his library much like how he treats his person. He spends his time searching for the color blue in hopes of finding something real, but when he meets Neil Josten, he finds that maybe blue isn’t the only thing out there.

Or, Neil’s a kaleidoscope of colors, and Andrew gets a lesson in self-care.

Atlas:

Honey, we should run away by allyasavedtheday ( T | 8,836 | 1/1)

“We’re moving on soon,” his mom says casually as she’s plating up their food. As if it’s an inconsequential detail and not something that rocks Neil to his core.

“Why?” he asks, keeping his voice calm and measured like she taught him to do if he was ever taken.

“We’ve been here too long,” she says like it’s obvious, setting down a plate of pasta in front of him.

“It’s only been ten weeks,” he can’t help pointing out. Ten weeks with Andrew. Ten weeks that aren’t enough.

“That’s over two months,” she retorts, neatly spearing a piece of pasta with her fork. “Two more weeks and we’re leaving. Just as soon as I have everything organised.”

*

Andrew and Neil meet when Neil is on the run with his mother.

Show Me How You by smokesprite ( Not Rated | 6,825 | 1/1 )

“They thought they would stop the show; they thought they could cut the act, but Neil had been sulking around too long now to not know where all the necessary equipment was. He was a ghost, and he would do the ghost dance, goddammit.”

Neil is a ghost with a house to haunt, but the Moxie Foxy Burlesque Troupe refuses to be chased off. If you can’t beat em…join em.

Aaron:

stay as long as you need by lolainslackss (T | 2,955 | 1/1)

The soulmate timer counts down to your soulmate’s death. Apparently, Andrew’s soulmate doesn’t have long to live.

Oh, Catastrophe by TheKingIsDead (witch_lit) (T | 1,447 | 1/1)

Aaron and Katelyn are at a concert and Aaron can’t shake the feeling that the drummer is familiar.

it’s a long way down byionlyloveyouironically (T | 6,506 | 1/1)

The sound of rushing water, the moon overhead, bare feet on a muddy riverbank, and a weeping woman reaching a dead hand out. 

Scout

A Mewment Like This by fuzzballsheltiepants (T | Incomplete | 9 Works)

tenuous by undertow (cendal) (M | 7,431 | 1/1)

Neil Josten is trying to learn to be a normal person. He has an apartment and a cat. He goes to therapy every Wednesday. He has friends and attends their study group regularly. He eats lunch with his best friend’s brother.The hardest part is letting people in, but he thinks that one day he’ll get there.Series: Part 1 of all of me wants all of you

The Continuing Adventures of the Nine-Nine by gluupor (G | Complete | 10 Works)

A series of short, ridiculous, mostly plotless stories featuring the Foxes as the cops of the Ninety-Ninth Precinct.

Back to the Start by fuzzballsheltiepants (T | 29,277 | 11/11)

Andrew has been on his pro team for 6 months when he takes a ball to the head. Neil flies to Boston to see him - only to find that Andrew doesn’t remember him.

Rachel

Funky Happenings with the Fox Family by dobbypussypopper (Not Rated | Incomplete | 17/?)

naughtygayweedcrime: did I rlly just see neil say woke

naughtygayweedcrime: what a surreal timeline we live in

dumbfool: allison is trying to teach me how to meme so I can get hip

naughtygayweedcrime: bless your poor soul

davidwymack: sometimes I regret living

davidwymack has muted exyllent, damnwilds, + 7 others for 30 minutes

The Real Folk Blues by moonix, nefelibata (E | 42,365 | 4/4)

Captain David Wymack and the bounty hunter crew of the Bebop spaceship might be a little out of their depths chasing down the infamous hacker and notorious runaway Neil Wesninski, whose bounty exceeds even Kevin’s wildest dreams. Worst of all, Andrew might actually enjoy it.

/Graphic Depictions of Violence

a world alone by ephemeralsky (T | 54,850 | 6/6)

“It will not be cheap,” Andrew finally says.

“I know,” Wymack says. “Two bottles of Johnnie Walker sound good to you?”

“Four,” Andrew says without missing a beat. He thinks about having to deal with Nicky later on, about the additional work he has to do, and decides that he will not do anything for less.

“Three,” Wymack argues.

“Four or we have no deal.”

Wymack mutters something about blood-sucking hooligans under his breath before he concedes with a, “Fine.”

(or: a High School AU where only some of them are high-schoolers)

#andreil #aftgfl ask #graphic depictions of violence #theme:bestOf2018

[lovingloudly-archived]

if you had to recommend some songs by queen for someone who had never listened to them or only know like one song by them,, what songs would you recommend? -🌱⭐️

ehdjrfghkdgdkjh AAAAAH this is v relevant (well queen always is to me but shh) cause i watched the rest of the rock montreal concert last night and cried during SONGS I HAD NO REASON TO CRY AT they just make emotional waah :,)

first off!! a couple of things to note about queen: they literally have a song that will??? never be surpassed in how popular and iconic it is, srsly. NONE OF US have any recollection of learning the lyrics yet when it comes on everyone in the nearby vicinity is like OH FUCK YEAH!!!!. another thing, queen is the only band where each member has individually written a number one single and i think that is pretty iconic so i’m gonna list these songs by band member because honestly KNOWING SOMETHING LIKE…. OH I DONT KNOW… A NOW Astrophysicist writing a song called fat bottomed girls….. yeah! and last thing, u may or may not know so many more queen songs than u think :))

ANYWAY YEAH THERE MIGHT BE A LOT HERE, LISTED BY BAND MEMBER AND KINDA CHRONOLOGICALLY/BY ALBUM (also genuinely i havent even heard all of their songs SO THIS MAY BE INACCURATE IN THE FUTURE BABIE)

* means my personal faves :D

freddie (cat dad, loved his husband jim hutton :D read mercury & me, u fools!!, literally can’t look at him in the 70s vs 80s and believe they’re the same, actually was v shy irl and finding that out made me feel ok abt being shy myself 🥺):*my fairy king liar (JOHN DEACON HAS THE SICKEST BASS SOLO IN THIS OK.)seven seas of rhyefunny how love is (CRIED THE FIRST TIME I HEARD THIS TBH)killer queenin the lap of the gods (AAaaAAaaAAAAAAAAAAAAH)death on two legslazing on a sunday afternoon*seaside rendezvous (feels like a summer boardwalk or carnival. ur gonna love it)love of my life*somebody to love (honestly thinking too hard about how many looking for/wanting love songs freddie wrote makes me SO emotional bc he really wanted somebody to love and then a year after he wrote it’s a hard life about the same kinda topic he met jim and they were together until the end :,) and freddie said in an interview that he had “found that niche he was looking for his entire life” and OHH MY GOD THAT MAKES ME CRYY)good old-fashioned lover boy*we are the champions (i can’t listen to this too often but when i do DEFINITELY OPT FOR A LIVE VERSION LIKE LIVE AID BECAUSE IT. HITS. MY HEART)bicycle race (freddie rlly just wanted to write a song about bicycles. and also don’t listen to anyone who tries to say this is about bisexuality oh my GODDD)*don’t stop me now (the happiest song on earth, according to science, IT CHECKS OUT!!! I FEEL SO MUCH SEROTONIN BC OF THIS. EVEN WHEN IT PLAYED THAT ACAPELLA BEGINNING AT THE END OF BO RHAP OHHH MYGOD) *play the gamecrazy little thing called love (inspired by elvis, FREDDIE COULD PLAY LIKE 3 CHORDS ON GUITAR AND WE LOVE HIM FOR IT)staying power (watch me put all of hot space on here. ITS A FUNKY ALBUM!)body language (LISTEN. I KINDA LOVE IT)life is realcalling all girls*cool cat (FREDDIE SANG THE FULL THING IN FALSETTO. DO U SEE THIS)*soul brother (HE WROTE THIS ABOUT BRIAN/DEDICATED TO HIM U GUYSS :(((( AND THEY WERE SOUL BROTHERS!!!!! ohmyodtheywereosulbrothrsrs)*it’s a hard lifepain is so close to pleasure (also composed by deaky!)the miracle (it’s credited to all of them but it says the main composers were freddie and john!)*breakthru (THE JOY OF THIS SONG AND HOW MUCH FUN THEY WERE HAVING ON THE VIDEO :(((( IT GETS ME EMO)was it all worth itinnuendoi’m going slightly mad*the show must go on (makes me cry too much to listen to it unless its SAD FREDDIE HOURS but when you think about how close to the end this was yet how fukgignhn incredible his vocals still were it’s so heartbreaking and admirable like waah i just :( love freddie mercury sm)

brian may (TALL. big hair. what is his routine tbh???, ASTROPHYISICIST?? THEY’RE ALL SO SMART. LOVES ANIMALS AND IS TRYING TO END BADGER CULLING. i’d offer him my life):keep yourself alive*doing alright (this was written before queen was properly formed and the band was still roger, brian and tim staffel, who also helped write it, in smile!)the night comes down (you can tell ESPECIALLY well in this song that the only time slots they could get at the studio to record was super late at night ksjfdgjkfdg)father to son*now i’m here (SOUNDS SO GOOD LIVE BECAUSE ITS FASTER AND JUST MORE ENERGETIC AND WAAH OH MY GOD CAN’T RECOMMEND LISTENING TO LIVE VERSIONS OF NOW I’M HERE ENOUGH)*’39 (um. the only song to exist actually! queen’s designated yeehaw song. jsut listen to it played live at earls court babie!! the story of the song is here and TBH LIKE. BRIAN WENT OFF AND CONTINUED TO GO OFF WITH HIS SONGS)*good companytie your mother downwhite man*we will rock youall dead, all dead*sleeping on the sidewalk (MY FAVE BRIAN VOCALS TBH)*it’s late*fat bottomed girls (:^])dragon attack (GONNA YEET THAT SOUND EHYEYEYAAH)dancerput out the fire (PEOPLE GET SHOT BY PEOPLE. PEOPLE WITH GUUUNS)las palabras de amor (depacito song.)*hammer to fall (I PREFER THIS SONG LIVE BUT STUDIO VERSION IS STILL. SO GOOD. THESE LYRICS??? ‘HERE WE STAND, HERE WE FALL, HISTORY WONT CARE AT AALL’ UHHHH!!! HEHEHEHEY HAMMER TO FFaaAAALL?)*who wants to live forever (dont TALK TO Me about this SONG ill cry i literally never listen to it its been months it makes me SO sad and how the music swells and ohh my god I CANTT.)i want it allscandal*headlong (just how cute they all are in the music video ALONE…. hoop diddy diddy… hoop diddy doo :(( wow)roger taylor (for some reason the fandom thirsts over him. its kinda just creepy. i just thinks he’s cute in a rat way and i love him AND ROGERINA see: i want to break free :)) also he said trans rights and as the wise jim hutton said freddie and roger were ‘clearly soulmates’)i’m im love with my car (OH YOU THOUGHT BO RHAP WAS THE WEIRDEST SONG ON ANATO????)drowse*action this day (oh sidenote brian and roger hated hot space and NOBODY IN THE FANDOM NOR ROGER’S OWN CHILDREN AGREE WITH THEM. IT SLAPS HARDDDDD)*radio ga ga (nothing can communicate my joy whenever i hear this song but like with a lot of other songs NOTHING COMPARES TO THE LIVE VERSIONS OF IT AND SEEING ALL THE PEOPLE DO THE HAND CLAPS LIKE :((( their power..)*one vision (yeah its by roger but ever wondered why the last lyric is fried chicken? jim hutton saying to freddie after the band were messing around adlibbing ‘u should leave that in’ AND THEN THEY DID. THANK YOU JIMOTHY HUTHICN)a kind of magic*these are the days of our lives (:()

ALSO AGAIN I HAVENT LISTENED TO ALL OF THEIR SONGS, SO THERE’S A LOT I’M LEAVING OUT DFJHKGFFKGLJ

john deacon (born august 19th 1951 :) and he rlly wants u to know it. his dream when asked was “wet.”, he likes cheese on toast, HAS A LOT OF KIDS, wrote some of the most iconic basslines in the world and is just overall incredibly bouncy and groovy. whether u call him deacy or deaky is up to u and then ur fate will decided by the disco gods)misfire (the general fandom agrees this is abt premature ejaculation. the song’s only 1:50 long AND IT’S MORE OF A FANDOM INSIDE JOKE THAN ANYTHING BUT REALLY.. LISTEN TO THAT SONG AND TRY TO THINK IT HAS  MEANING THAT Isn’t That. again, JOHN HAS LIKE 6 KIDS)you’re my best friend (john was only like early 20s when we wrote this but it’s about his wife and :((((( wtf true love)*another one bites the dust (REALLY JUST LIKE. MADE THE BASSLINE FOR ONE OF THE MOST ICONIC SONGS IN THE WORLD. AND HE DID IT MULTIPLE TIMES???)*back chat (another similarly inside joke kinda thing in the album, THE GENERAL CONSENSOUS IS THAT THIS IS ABOUT BRIAN AHAHSHDSFHKJDF BECAUSE THE HOT SPACE ERA WHAT KINDA TENSE SINCE THEY DIDNT AGREE ON THE ALBUM BUT WE’LL NEVER KNOWWW)under pressure (ANOTHER BASSLINE FROM THE MAN THE MYTH THE DISCO LEGEND HIMSELF)*i want to break free (OH AND HE DID THIS SONG AS WELL UHH. EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU JOHN DEACON????)*friends will be friends (makes me so emotional :((( queen were a familyyyy :()

and bonus stuff:

LISTEN TO FREDDIE’S SOLO ALBUM ‘MR. BAD GUY’ I AM BEGGING U,,,, U WON’T REGRET IT IT’S SO ??? JUST LIKE SO FULL OF FUCIGNGN,.. LOVE SONGS AND IT’S S DANCABLE AND ALSO MADE ME CRY AND GOD. it was literally just remastered and rereleased THIS MOnth this is such a good time to listen to it,, pls… their solo stuff is so goodas for live performances definitely recommend live at the rainbow, rock montreal, live aid, hungarian rhapsody & wembley ‘86 HELL I HAVEN’T WATCHED MOST OF THESE MYSELF I’M TOO EMOTIONALLY SENSITIVE WHEN IT COMES TO QUEEN….. BUT I HOPE U LIKED THIS LONGWINDED POST :)

#anon #answered

[edsbev]

can we just talk about the whole window climbing thing? it’s so soft. Eddie being half asleep with his back facing the window, and then Richie climbs in (clumsily, so he makes a lil noise) and Eddie just turns with his eyes still closed and says calls for him with grabby hands. And Richie says ‘hi, baby’ kisses Eddies forehead and lets him curl up in his chest. “I love you, bubba.” followed by “I love you too, lovebug.” And then they’re both asleep. S O F T

ok so i wrote a lil thing for this but its not rlly like ur message at all im sorryfhjds i just love this trope and i dont think ive rlly written anything thats focused on it before?? so heres this sappy garbage that was supposed to be like 500 words and ended up being 1.9k lmao (also a bit of this is nsfw not rlly but just a warning)

Eddie doesn’t always hear it,when Richie comes through the window, but still he knows the action better thananything, by a distinct set of sounds.

There is a soft thud atfirst, of Richie’s palm meeting the glass, and then the scraping of woodagainst wood, of the window being moved up in its frame. Sometimes rattling as Richie struggles with the weight. There is a beat afterthat - once the window is lifted enough for Richie to stick his hand under itand push it up the rest of the way - where he pulls his hand away. And in thatbeat comes a rush of music from outside. Summer nights bring the chirps ofinsects, a car or two humming as it crawls along the road. Autumn nights bringa wind that rattles the frame and rustle the trees. Spring nights bring theflap of bird wings and hooting of owls.

All nights bring a little gruntfrom Richie’s throat as he slides the window right up until he can crawlthrough it. And sometimes that is followed with laughter, as he tumbles ontoEddie’s floor. Or Eddie’s name sung sweetly, teasingly from Richie’s lips as hesticks his head in through the opened window. Or a groan that escapes withouthim being for it. Or nothing at all.

Tonight, it is winter, and themusic is an orchestra of heavy rain hitting the roof and the road and the soggygrass. And it’s so loud that Eddie can’t make out anything else. Lies on hisside in his bed, his back to the window, his face half buried in his pillow.With one eye open he sees a rectangle of moonlight spill into his dark, quietroom, paint silver over the carpet. And then a dark shape, shadowing over thatlight, in the vague shape of Richie hunched over and squeezing himself throughthe gap. And then tumbling onto the floor.

The bed shakes and mattress dipsas Richie leaps onto it. Landing on his knees by Eddie’s side, his hand holdinghim up planted on Eddie’s spare pillow. When Eddie rolls over, he comes face toface with the image of Richie leaning over him, eyes bright and grin wide.Looking raggedy and breathless, with shadows cutting over his face and his haircurling over his forehead.

“Hey,” Eddie says,with a smile. When he breathes in, Richie smells damp, of rain and the bitterair outside.

“Hey,” Richie says,and leans down further for a kiss. And that’s when Eddie feels something cold and wet driponto the corner of his eye, and slide down toward his ear, like a tear.

“Holy shit, Richie,”Eddie yelps - in a way that’s more like he’s swallowing down a yelp, because heneeds to be quiet. He gets a hand onto Richie chest and pushes him away.“You’re dripping wet you fucking idiot.”

Richie lets himself be pushed,stumbling off the bed and onto his feet with a laugh. “Please let me kissyou,” he says, no less cheerful and breathless.

Eddie sits up, and now thatRichie is standing right where the moonlight hits him, Eddie can see the wayRichie’s wet hair sticks to his face, his skin shiny and damp when it catchesin the light. His jeans look plastered to his skin and the shoulders of hisdenim jacket are so soaked through they’re black.

“You walk here?” Eddieasks, as a joke.

“Ran,” Richie replies.

“Fuck off, you’resuch an idiot,” Eddie says, though there’s a tinge of affection to it,because Richie is still grinning at him, looking almost eager and excited.Happy. Eddie would think he’s drunk only he didn’t smell any alcohol on himwhen he was close. Just that sweet scent of rain. “You have a car, youknow.”

“Yeah but I’m grounded, youknow,” Richie repeats in the same know-it-all tone. He cocks hiseyebrow, the corner of his mouth, in a teasing “what? you asked forit” when Eddie looks offended at the mockery. “Now how about thatsmooch. I didn’t run all the way here just to look at you. Not that that’d beterrible–”

“Get out of those wetclothes and I’ll think about.”

“I like where this isgoing,” Richie says, and starts to peel off his jacket.

Eddie laughs.

It’s always been this way. Well,not always always. But throughout all the time that’s mattered, Richiehas been climbing in through Eddie’s window.

When they were twelve, andRichie was sticking out a sticky hand for Eddie to shake. And Eddie was saying“my name is Eddie,” and Richie was saying “my name isRichie,” and one week later Richie fell from Eddie’s window sill ontoEddie’s floor purely because he was curious if he could actually climb throughit and Eddie screamed because he thought a burglar had broken in.

When they were fourteen and bestfriends and Richie would crawl in through the window because he was bored. Andthey’d play cards on the bedroom floor and Richie would laugh and push hisglasses up his nose over and over and talk about girls in a way that soundedmore like he was just reciting words he had heard and not saying anything he’dthought of himself.

When they were sixteen and onthe verge of dating and Richie’s toes would find the carpet late at night,shutting the dark out behind him. And they’d spend the nights lying side byside in Eddie’s bed, painfully aware of each other’s presence. Careful not totouch but so desperately wanting to. Their legs and arms and ankles alwaysmysteriously draped over each other in the morning. Eddie never knew why Richiecame in, then, because he doubted so late at night that Richie was just bored,and that was usually why Richie would climb through his window. But then Eddiefound his nerve one night when he’d rolled over in bed and found Richie awake,looking at him sleepily beneath heavy eyelids - and Eddie realised he’d caughtRichie staring at the back of his head, as he so often stared at the back of Richie’shead, gaze tracing over Richie’s curls. And so he’d leaned over and pressedhis lips against Richie’s, and Richie kissed him back in a gentle way, like it was a dream he didn’t want to wake up from, and Eddie realised thatRichie came over because he just wanted to be close to him, just as Eddie hadwanted to be close to Richie.

When they were eighteen and inlove but too young to truly know it and Richie would sweep into Eddie’s roompast midnight with an eagerness that was not so much excited as it wasdesperate. Eddie would sit up and Richie was already there, kneeling in frontof him on the bed, a hand cupping Eddie’s cheek. “Eddie,” hewould breathe, with their noses bumping and lips so close every breath Richietook sent a thrill up Eddie’s spine and Richie’s gaze glued to Eddie’s mouth.“I’ve been thinking about you.” He’d say it in the same way someonemight say “I want you.”

Eddie’s own gaze was glued toRichie’s mouth. He’d reply, “I’ve been thinking about you too.”

And Richie would kiss him. AndRichie would push Eddie gently onto his back and kiss him. Kiss slowlydown his jaw, kiss hot and wanting down Eddie’s neck, until little gaspswere escaping Eddie’s throat and Richie was sucking at Eddie’s skin with agroan. And they’d continue until they were both undressed and Eddie wasscraping his nails down Richie’s back and biting his lip to hold back a sob andRichie was rocking into him and biting down on Eddie’s shoulder to hold back aslew of swears that would escape anyway.

And through it all Eddie wouldnotice that in his rush Richie had left the window open. And he’d feel a senseof freedom in it, being able to feel the night air on his face, and see thestars in the sky, before Richie would kiss the side of his mouth and holdEddie’s chin so he could look into his eyes. Like whatever was, is, betweenthem - this all-encompassing feeling of…feeling - didn’t need to behidden.

They’re still eighteen now. Butthey’re verging on nineteen very quickly, and maybe soon they’ll move out. Intoa house that’s their own, no parents to ground them because ‘if you’re under myroof you’re under my rules".

“I think these jeans arepermanently stuck on me,” Richie says, still trying to jimmy out of hiswet clothing. His jacket and shirt are off, chest bare, but he actually hasn’tbothered to go so far as to unbutton his pants. Just gave them one look andgave up. “This is how I’ll have to live now. With jeans for legs. You cancall me Jean-Boy.”

“Oh my god,” Eddielaughs, climbing out of bed. He stands in front of Richie, tilts his head up togive his boyfriend a grin as he tucks his fingers into the waistband of hisjeans. “Do I really have to do everything for you, Jean-Boy?”

In a house that’s their own,they can have the windows open all the time. Even on rainy nights like this.Because their house won’t be here, in Derry. It’ll be somewhere where theynever have to hide.

Richie smiles down at him. Hishair is already starting to dry and frizz and curl. Eddie feels a suddenfondness for him and his frizzy hair but he doesn’t feel like reaching up toRichie’s mouth so he just plants a soft kiss below Richie’s bare collarbone.

When he looks back up again, hesees a flash of Richie’s grin before Richie is ducking down and pressing a kissto the corner of Eddie’s eye. Then his cheek. Then below Eddie’s ear. Then hisjaw. Then, then, then.

“Oooh, my EddieSpaghetti,” Richie croons as Eddie giggles at all the soft littlekisses. “He’d do anything for me. He loovess me.”

“Wow, you got me,”Eddie says. He struggles with the buttons of Richie’s jeans for a moment beforepopping them open. “Now help me get these jeans off so we can go to bed. Iwanna be little spoon this time because I always get a shit night sleep whenyou’re little spoon.”

In a house that’s their own,Richie won’t have to climb in over the window sill and creep over the carpet,run all the way over here in the rain just because he wants to sleep with Eddiecurled up by his side.

“Yeah, yeah,whatever,” Richie grumbles. Together they manage to unstick Richie’s dampjeans from his damp legs and peel them right off over his feet. Then theystumble over into Eddie’s bed, laughing, Eddie shushing Richie when he gets tooloud, reminding him of his mother downstairs. Richie slots himself againstEddie’s back and smothers his laughter into Eddie’s neck. Then noses there affectionately. Then falls asleep with his lips pressed to Eddie’s shoulder and his body warm and dry. And there’s a contentedness to it that makes Eddie think that Richie wholeheartedly believes that running all the way here against the rain is worth it. Not that he’d ever admit it in a way that isn’t disguised as a joke - that he’d brave cold nights and hot summer days and the climb up to the second storey and the wrestle with Eddie’s window just to be pressed up against Eddie like this. But Eddie knows. 

Eddie will miss it. 

#reddie #ask #writing #mine #why is everything i write the same #dfgghhjjkk #Anonymous #yall can take this trope from my cold dead hands idc that its been done to death !!!!! #also i might have actually written somethin abt this before i cant remember #all my writing blurs together bc. its all the same like i said lmao #but im pretty sure i havent?? #idk idk

[haespoir]

honestly, i’d like to start this post off by saying thank you!!! never would i have thought that i would ever reach over 100 followers,,, so the fact that i’ve hit 1000 followers seems so unreal to me,, so thank you guys! for supporting my writing and dealing with my nonsensical rambling!! 

with that being said: in honour of reaching 1000 followers, i’ve decided to start a little series on my blog. i’ll be writing for five main groups: nct ( all units ), loona, twice, red velvet and the boyz. these are my favorite groups to write for though i’ve really only ever written publicly for nct. 

i’ve complied a list of 60 aus ( most are from this masterlist and i’ve just chosen the ones that i like ) and 20 songs so just pick one and send me a request! note: most things will be written in bulletpoint and this post will serve as a masterlist for everything! 

example requests: 

“competitive au #1 w doyoung?” 

“angst song #2 with sana?” 

if a prompt is taken, it’ll be bolded with the name of the idol next to it! i’ll also include who requested it uwu basically, it’s a first come, first serve type thing! you can also request more than once!

ok with that being said,,, have fun! 

songs

angst

01. [ younghoon | anon ] “love letter” jinsoul and kim lip 

02. “push and pull” kard

03. “rumor” kard 

04. “lady” exid

05. “see saw” gowon and chuu and kimlip 

06. “walkin’ in time” the boyz 

07. “hard to love” bol4 

08. “destiny” lovelyz 

09. “we were in love” t-ara and davichi 

10. “dont recall” kard 

fluff

01. “hi” lovelyz

02. [ donghyuck | anon ] “walk u home” nct dream 

03. [ heejin | anon ] “what is love” twice 

04. [ jaemin | anon ] “shine” pentagon 

05. “imagine” bol4

06. “nevermind” jeong sewoon 

07. “real man” the east light

08. [ doyoung ] “a girl like me” gugudan 

09. [ yuta | @jenofanclub ] “heart attack” chuu 

10. “the day of confessing my love” jo kwon 

aus

roommate aus

01. friend of a friend needs a place to stay before they get evicted

02. my roommate fell nd broke their arm in the shower,,, what do i do

03. [ yeri | @najaeminclub ] new roommate cooks for the first time and almost burns the house down

04. overheard you singing in the shower you sound angelic 

05. [ doyoung | anon ] your clothes ended up in my laundry and now im wearing your favorite tshirt 

enemies to lovers au 

01. you’re a jerk barista who purposely screws up my name when i order 

02. [ jihoon | @lovejihoonie ] you saw me crying and you weren’t supposed to,, why are u trying to hug me 

03. you come to the restaurant i work at and choose me as your server every time just to annoy me nd i can’t do anything or i’ll get fired

04. [ yuta ] look i know we haven’t said anything nice to each other for years and this is a bit sudden but can you hold my hand and pretend to be my partner for the next few minutes cause my ex is coming over and i can’t be on my own for this so lets just pretend we aren’t mortal enemies okay? omg, you’re saying nice things about me and your arms are around my waist and my heart is pounding in my chest and oh god no out of all the people i could crush on why you?

reincarnation aus

01. [ jaehyun | anon ] i meet and fall in love with you in every lifetime at the same age but your age is always different so it never works out and for the first time i’m meeting you when we’re the same age and i’m horrified that i might fuck this up

02. [ doyoung ] i skipped like four cycles of reincarnation and i know you’re pissed at me for leaving you all those lifetimes but it wasn’t my fault please please will you take me back

03. [ yukhei | anon ] i don’t know how to tell you this but the reason you didn’t see me in our last reincarnation cycle is because for some fucked up reason I was reincarnated as your dog

04. [ taeyong | @najaemini ] we keep reincarnating as people who speak different languages and it’s kind of pissing me off because i can never initially confirm if it’s you but at least i keep learning a bunch of cool new languages each lifetime

height difference aus ( specify who is the tol nd who is the smol pls !! ) 

01. [ jacob | anon ] you were trying to reach for a box of cereal and a whole shelf’s-worth of cereal boxes fell on you here let me help

02. [ jeno | anon ] we’re both baristas and sometimes i have trouble reaching for things and i show up to work one day to find a personalized stool with hearts and my name on it i hATE YOU 

03. we’re in art class tgt and i just opened a cupboard to find a tiny person (you) squished inside and you just looked at and said “shh i’m hiding” we’re on the bus and im really not trying to take up your space im sorry i just have rlly rlly long legs 

04. [ juyeon | @jenofanclub ] you’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting vry suspicious

05. you’re super short and i’m sorry but it’s really really cute whenever you try to reach that book on the top shelf here lemme help you- oh no don’t be embarrassed, your face is all red and you’re even more adorable now i am going to die

competitive aus

01. [ jaemin ] we’re both ‘team leaders’ at a summer camp for little people and you may be hot but goddammit my collection of twelve-year-olds are going to beat yours into the dust

02. i used to be the best baker in the neighbourhood but then you showed up at Mrs Appleby’s 80th birthday with a stack of brownies which almost gave me an orgasm my honour is at stake and im going all out for the next event

03. [ renjun | @najaeminclub ] a mutual friend invited us to their laser tag party and we’re the last two alive on opposite teams and goddammit if im going down you’re going down with me

04. you’re going to be at the halloween party and you’ve won best costume for the past three years but this year i am wearing the best costume ever if you defeat me i will eat my - wait you actually look really cute when did you turn hot what the fuck um

05. [ donghyuck | anon ] we’re always making stupid bets like ‘bet you can’t drink this whole bottle of BBQ sauce’ but then you did and now you’re sick and i feel really bad here let me look after you

06. did you actually just blue shell me on our date you fucker

college aus 

01. [ momo | anon ] excuse me, I know we don’t have assigned seats in college, but I’ve been sitting in this one for eight weeks and it seems you’re in my spot

02. [ lucas | anon ] bless the spring semester stage combat class for practicing on the North Lawn, because watching my crush get sweaty and worked up while pretending to fight people really Does Things to me, okay

03. i was abroad last semester and forgot to fill out the housing form, but your old roommate dropped out so hi, hey, how’s it going, I guess we live together now

04. both of us turned up at the wrong room for this lecture but don’t know where its meant to be 

05. [ lucas | @najaemini ] we live in halls opposite each other and i keep seeing you changing through your window 

witch aus 

01. listen, i know im new at this and all, but you screeching at the top of your tiny frog lungs isn’t going to help anyone, is it????? don’t you dare croak at me in that tone

02. [ jeno | anon ] we’ve been friends for years, so are familiars are really good friends with each other too. nd recently, while we’ve been doing witchy stuff, i’ve noticed that our familiars are growing extremely close and being affectionate towards each other. that’s weird because like our familiars are supposed to represent our subconscious and that’s not how we feel about each other at all… right?

03. [ seulgi | anon ] i borrowed the broomstick you keep in your wardrobe, and while i was cleaning up some lint; it suddenly shOT UPWARDS AND SMASHED INTO THE CEILING WHILE I WAS STILL HOLDING IT AND IT WON’T STOP MOVING GET ME DOWN FROM HERE I SWEAR TO GOD.

ghost aus ( in which one person is a ghost ) 

01. the neighbours asked one time if I had any roommates and i said no and they just looked really confused because they can always hear me shouting or talking to someone. yea, my neighbours think I’m crazy now, so thanks for that.

02. we’ve been arguing for a solid hour about whether Amelia Earheart actually died when the plane supposedly crashed; i don’t care if you met her one time when you were in purgatory. that doesn’t make a difference!

03. my ghost is really temperamental so i sometimes just scream “FUCK OFF” at it really loudly. it quietens down after that.

04. i’ve become so used to all the weird shit that happens in my house that when i invited people over and you were just throwing books around in the hallway, i completely forgot that they aren’t used to it like i am and now they just ran out of the house screaming. 

05. [ johnny | anon ] you’re a ghost and you scared me so much that i died and i literally rose out of the floor two minutes later as a ghost, now we’re stuck together for eternity and now i’m gonna beat your ghost ass.

06. CAN YOU NOT POSSESS DOLLS PLEASE IT’S NOT FUNNY AND IT”S JUST A DICK MOVE AND SCARES THE HECK OUT OF ME EVERY TIME

you know them but you don’t know them aus 

01. my friend can’t stop talking about how they want to set me up with their other friend so we start texting each other and they’re hilarious but shy about meeting and ALSO there’s a cute bike delivery guy who brings my mail at work and winks at me whenever i sign for a package 

02. [ sana | @jenofanclub ] i’m obsessed with a food blogger who writes about cheap ways to be gourmet in your 20s and i flirt with them over comments but they never post pictures of their face and ALSO there’s a really cute grocery bagger at the store down the street who teases me and always asks to join me for dinner and i definitely want to say yes

03. [ jaehyun | @jaehyunclub ] there’s an overnight IT person at school who always answers the phone when i call about a problem with my computer and i totally have a crush on their voice and their exasperation and ALSO the bakery down the street is always running out of my fave scones and the adorable person behind the counter can’t hide their amusement and i think it’s super rude but also super cute 

04. [ lucas | @najaeminclub ] my boss is always telling me how perfect her son would be for me and she promises he’s coming to the next holiday party and don’t worry he’s heard all about me too and ALSO there’s this dude i slept with once a couple of months ago and sometimes he still sends me dick pics when i ask him to at 3 in the morning cause seriously dude’s got a good dick 

05. our kids are bitter rivals and the only time we ever meet is when we’re both called to the principal’s office and whatever maybe i think you’re kind of cute but your kid’s a monster and ALSO someone keeps buying the last everything bagel at my favorite coffee shop 2 minutes before i get there in the morning and has heard about my plight and has started leaving me bragging notes about it 

06. [ changmin | @lovejihoonie ] i hired a dog walking company and i’ve never met the person who comes to my apartment but they leave me really cute notes and they give my dog presents and i kind of love them because my dog does and ALSO one of the artists at this gallery opening is hella cute and i want them to paint me like one of their french girls

??? aus

01. [ jacob | @lovejihoonie ] im calling to cancel our date bc im actually in the er right now, sorry,,,, i mean,,, i guess u can come here,,,, bring me fries 

02. we’re both meant to be going on blind dates with other people but we sat down at the wrong table and got our hopes up

03. a scary-looking person who unintentionally makes kids cry and a daycare volunteer meet at a children-filled park

04. [ sunwoo | anon ] you’re infamous for being an asshole nd i had to sit next you in class. turns out you’re kinda nice one-on-one. 

05. i let you cheat with my answers on a test and then you got the highest grade possible nd now you owe me a HUGE favour.

06. i just got bowled over by your huge-as dog in the park nd now you’re profusely apologizing while trying to hold your dog off 

07. [ kun | anon ] i kind of naturally spoil people and like taking care of them, you’re always getting sick in class / feeling down in class nd omg i think the teacher ships us???

08. [ yuta | @najaemini​ ] you always like to make me embarrassed by leaning in too close or hitting on me, but i’m used to it now nd one day i decided to retaliate

09. [ ten | anon ] ok so when we were little i accidentally mentioned that i had a crush on you but i always thought you didn’t hear me because you just looked at me weird and never commented but now we’re in high school and omg you just introduced me as your boyfriend/girlfriend/datemate wtf we never discussed this!!!

10. [ donghyuck | anon ] why are you so clingy people will think we’re dating- i know we are but you’re the one who wants it to be secret you moron!

11. [ taeyong | @najaeminclub ] i understand that you’re my bodyguard but that was a freaking FRISBEE not a nuclear bomb jesus christ- hey why are you still on top of me and why have i not noticed how beautiful you are? 

12. you’re so perfect and i’m in love with you but i’ve never actually met you and you keep avoiding meeting up, so i called nev and max to help me figure out whether or not you’re catfishing me

13. [ irene | anon ] you had a party and i got really drunk and stole your toaster, so i showed up the next day to return it and you were really hungover so i made you breakfast (but i burnt all of it)

14. [ jungwoo | anon ] you have dimension-jumping powers and you’re mad that literally EVERY OTHER VERSION OF YOURSELF is dating ( insert idol ). then ur idol asks u out and is confused when u screams ‘FUCKING FINALLY, JACKASS!’

15. [ hyunjae | anon ] i suggested we play spin the bottle so i could kiss you, but now everyone else is kissing you except me :/

#nct scenario #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct imagine #the boyz #the boyz scenarios #the boyz scenario #the boyz imagine #the boyz imagines #twice scenarios #twice imagines #twice scenario #twice imagine #loona scenarios #loona scenario #loona imagine #loona imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct127 scenarios #nct #nct 127 #nct127 #nct dream #twice #loona #1000fp #red velvet scenarios #red velvet #red velvet scenario #red velvet imagines

[gh0stiegirlie]

The Bike (pt 2) -- Richie Tozier x Reader

Word Count: 5,345

Warning(s)?: Swearing, slight gore & more spooky shit, & rlly just... Richie

A/n: lmao I fucking stayed up till 7 am doing absolutely nothing and just woke up (its 1 pm) and immediately went to post this. I’m actually fucking trash, rip.

Part 1

A few weeks later, both Riches and Y/n's poison ivy had been cured; thanks mainly to Y/n’s new best friend, Eddie. Not only was Richie's face and hands cured, he also had a new bike! Not only that; the bike really did impress Y/n. When he had shown her the bike she broke into a beautiful grin that made Richie even prouder. His confidence and ego became inflated by all the attention Y/n was giving him, and he invited her to ride on it. She had agreed, and hopped onto Richie's bike. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed herself against his back. He nearly suffered another boner, but got lucky since they arrived to their stop quicker due to Riches vigerous paddling.

Once again Richie caught himself close to having a boner as Y/n rode with him, yet was able to narrowly avoid it by arriving at their hangout. The rest of the Losers Club were already there, standing at the edge of the cliff near the quarry. Richie parked his bike near the others, allowing Y/n to get off first before he leaned it against a tree. He pulled off his shirt and pants to reveal his white boxers, which made Y/n laugh.

"You're really rockin' the grandpa trousers, Rich," she teased, taking off her shirt and shorts as well. Richie went wide eyed and pushed his glasses upwards so he could get a better look at her, but by then she was running off towards the others. They had already lined up for a loogie contest, (Which Y/n always won, by the way.) and her streak continued as she beat the boys-- and Bev --once more, not holding back her gloating. "I've won three weeks in a row!! Not that I'm counting or anything." she shrugged with a smile of pride, "Which means I'm picking who's jumping first today!" 

All the boys gulped, backing away from the edge. Even though they all met up here two to three times a week and all ended up jumping off the cliff each of those times, they were all still hesitant to jump first. But to be honest, so was Y/n. But she never had to show her fear, since she always won the loogie contests and never had to jump first. Which is why she practiced every night to make sure her loogie was up to par when it came spitting length. 

"Hmm... Lets see..." Y/n murmured as she walked around the backs of the Losers, trying to decided which she should push in today. For the past three weeks, she choose Richie to jump first every single time, each time somehow surprising him with a push. It doesn't matter if it was pretending to push someone else and switching to him last second, or if she choose someone else but made Richie follow quickly in suit. Y/n always made sure he was one of the first, and it was adorable the way he would react. He would act annoyed and offended, maybe even swearing her out or just swearing in general as he fell, arms flailing. But they both knew he wasn't really annoyed, because Richie loved feeling Y/n's hands on him and loved when the tables turn and she teased him, and Y/n loved putting her hands on Richie and for once being the teaser, not the teased. So, it was a win-win either way. But today, she wanted to change it up. Surprise Richie in a different way. "Tell us if the water is cold down there or not Billy!" Y/n yelled, pushing Bill off the cliff. The rest of the Losers club jumped after the abundance of stuttering swear words, but Y/n made sure Richie stayed back. "For a change, how about you jump last?" she offered with a sweet, innocent smile that made Richie melt on the inside. 

"Sure, why not. I can take a break from being the brave one," he chided. 

"Yeah, because being forced to jump by a girl is extremely brave Richie." Y/n replied with a grin. She swiftly kissed the boy's cheek, before turning around to jump in. "See you at the bottom!" she called as she jumped off the cliff. 

"What the fuck was that..." Richie asked himself as he gently touched the cheek Y/n had kissed, for once feeling motivated to jump off the cliff. He jumped, excited to see Y/n at the bottom. "Y/n! Where are you, you piece of shit?" Richie yelled once he hit the water, looking around for the girl in his group of friends. Suddenly he was dunked under water, Y/n finding him before he had the chance to find her. He emerged gasping for air and laughing, looking over at Y/n. "Oh, fuck you," 

"In your dreams." Y/n replied with a laugh, splashing Richie. He laughed more and splashed her back as they began to fight and tackle each other. 

"Guh-guh-guys if you want to kah-kah-keep flirting, go get a ruh-ruh-room." Bill teased the two, making them separate as they both blushed. 

“Or just go somewhere else,” Eddie added.

"Buh-but the rest of wah-want to sta-sta-stay here wih-without buh-buh-being disgusted." Bill finished with a playful smirk.

"I didn't know 'the rest of us' meant just you and Beverly, Bill." Richie pointed out, since Bill and Bev were just as far away from the rest of the Losers Club as Richie and Y/n were. 

"And since when have you two been an 'us'?" Y/n added on, leaving both Bev and Bill as red faced as they has previously been while the swam off the join the others. 

They ended up playing chicken (Y/n once again winning almost every round, but Stan did ruin her streak by beating her in the end), Marco Polo (Bill was surprisingly good at that one), and just splashing and tackling each other. In the end, all of the members ended up sitting down on the rocks near the creek. Except Bev and Y/n were the only sanitary ones, bringing towels to dry themselves off with and lay on as they tried to tan. Well as Bev tried to tan, because Y/n was alright just lying down and reading, but the boys obviously weren't. They all stared at the girls with lust and curiosity as they laid down on the towels in their undergarments, the girls oblivious to what the boys were doing. Once they stopped their activites and decided to glance over at the boys, all of them quickly looked away and shifted uncomfortably to hide what they had been doing. 

"Why the hell are you reading? Hello, school's out. This is summer." Richie was the one to break the silence, obviously by teasing Y/n. She sighed. 

"Have you ever even tried picking up a book outside of school?" she questioned him, not even looking up from her page. Richie shook his head. 

"No," he replied. 

"Well that explains a lot." Y/n murmured with a smile. "No wonder your vocabulary is made mostly out of the words 'fuck' and 'shit'."

"Fuck you, not is isn't! That shit isn't true!" Richie defended himself, only explaining Y/n's point even further.

"No, she's got a point." Stan pointed out, the rest of the Losers Club quickly agreeing. Even Bill was able to stutter out a soft agreement. 

"Whatever, you guys are bullshit." laughed Richie, the rest of the group laughing with him. Y/n rested her head on Richie's knee, looking up at him to make sure he was okay with it. He gave her a nervous smile in return, pushing his glasses upward. The rest of the Losers Club smirked at Richie, who tried to avoid eye contact with them for the rest of the time they were sitting on the rocks. 

After reading for a while longer while resting on Richie, Y/n and the rest of the Losers Club put their clothes back on and got on their bikes, Y/n joining Richie on his like normal. 

"Hey, there's this new movie the Losers and I are seeing. It's called I was a Teenage Werewolf or whatever. You wanna come see it with us?" Richie asked Y/n, glancing back at her. 

"Sounds awesome! But can we stop at my house first? I really want to dry off and change." Y/n informed Richie, who shrugged. 

"Sure. Just don't take forever, because I heard girls take forever when they get ready to go places. Bill told me." Richie paused. "I don't know if I can fully trust him on that, but I really hope I don't." 

"Too bad, he's right. I'll try not to take my time." Y/n paused as well. "Fuck me," she began, but as cut off by Richie.

"Sure!"

"No! I mean fuck me, we sound like an old married couple." Y/n finished, glaring over at Richie. "Keep your virgin crotch away from me." she teased. 

"Hey! I'm not a virgin!" Richie exclaimed, glancing back at Y/n again. "You're a virgin, right?"

"Richie!" shrieked Y/n, "You can't just ask a girl if she's a virgin or not!" 

"What, why?!" he asked, curious as to why that wasn't considered appropriate. "I ask the guys shit like that all the time."

"Well am I guy?" asked Y/n. 

"Kinda! I mean, you dress and act like one sometimes!"

"Yeah, but I also have a thing called tits, which proves I'm a girl!"

"I know! I saw a lot of things that proved you were a girl at the quarry!” 

"Ew, Richie! You don't see me staring at your nonexistent six pack while at the quarry!"

"Hey, this is no time to insult my developing six pack!" Richie yelled. "Besides, you shouldn't have been staring at my chest. My wang is way better."

Y/n scrunched up her nose in disgust. "Yeah, I just get so hot and bothered while staring at you in your grandpa underwear." she looked up. "Stop here. Please rethink your life and what you say while I get ready. And maybe to prove I'm a girl, I'll take forever to do so." Y/n snapped, moderately annoyed with her best friend Richie. She stomped inside her house, slamming the door behind her. 

"Who knew girls could be so moody," he whispered to himself in his British man voice, shaking his head as he waited by his bike. But Y/n didn't live up to what she had said, coming outside a mere fifteen minutes later. 

"You're lucky you're my best friend, otherwise I would have taken forever." she assured Richie, who shook his head again. 

"Whatever you say, sweet cheeks." teased Richie, making Y/n blush. 

"Fuck off, four eyes." she replied. 

"Easy babe, easy. That name is reserved for the one and only Henry Bowers to call me.”" Richie raised his eyebrows as she wrapped Y/n arms around him, and he began to pedal to the movie theater. As they approached, Y/n noticed Richie had began to stiffen up. 

"You okay Rich?" she questioned, looking at the back of Richie's head with concern. He nodded, thanking god that she couldn't see his face, because it would reveal how terrified he was. 

"Yeah, I'm not a pussy. I'm not gonna get scared by some stupid movie." replied Richie confidently, not wanting to disclose his one huge fear to Y/n: Werewolves. 

"Damn, alright fearless." Y/n shrugged. She placed her head on Richie's back, looking at the scenery as he hiked her to the movie theater. They arrived after about twenty minutes, Y/n jumping off and buying their tickets as Richie hid his bike in an alleyway. "Two tickets to I Was a Teenage Werewolf please." she stated, grinning as she handed a ticket to Richie. She looked around, searching for their friends. "Where is everyone?" 

"They're probably inside already. Or they wanted to give us some alone time..." he trailed off, wrapping an arm around Y/n. She scoffed, taking his arm off of her.

"Trust me, we already spend enough time together, let alone enough alone time together." she informed Richie as he walked in the theater. Richie darted after her with a grin, attempting once more to wrap an arm around her. This time she complied, not doing anything to take his arm of. Richie lit up, walking confidently into the theater with his arm around his prize. 

Over the few weeks of getting to know each other, Riches confidence towards Y/n grew in little ways, like wrapping an arm around her and or brushing their hands together, and his confidence in flirting with her grew too. He always liked making the first moves, and was confident as he did so. But whenever she made a move on him first, he was the complete opposite of confident. He would stiffen up and his face would go red, unsure of what to do. Whenever he made a move on Y/n, she would either blush and act like as if she didn't notice, or play hard to get and flirt back, which Richie loved. He loved playing hard to get and running after her. He knew one day that eventually the stars would align and he would catch her. But for now, they were best friends that had crushes on each other. 

"My mom never let me see a horror movie before... she's worried that I could suffer an asthma attack or something. Wait, shit, where's my inhaler?!" Eddie began to search frantically for the small capsule that kept him calm and gave him comfort. 

"Right here, idiot." Y/n handed him his inhaler that had been laying on the floor. Oh, right. That whole "they were just best friends that had crushes on each other" thing included Eddie. 

Ever since Richie had introduced Eddie to her a few weeks ago, he had been head over heels with her. He didn't make it as obvious in the Richie kind of flirting with her way, but he would get jumpy and fidgety whenever he was around her. Not to mention he would always use his inhaler more than usual, which Eddie knew would terrify his mom if she knew. When he had been staring at her in her undergarments earlier at the creek, Eddie had been sure he was going to die of an asthma attack right there. But the sad thing was, Y/n didn't like Eddie back. Sure, she found him cute. He was completely adorable, and one of the sweetest boys she had ever met. But she had met Richie first, which is what had decided that she had a crush on Richie instead of Eddie. Maybe if it had been Eddie she had ran into the morning, things would be different. Maybe that happened in a different universe, but in this one it had been Richie. And in this one, she had a huge crush on him. Richie felt the same way about Y/n, yet all their flirting still didn't make the two sure about their feelings towards each other. 

"Y/n, Y/n, can I have some of the popcorn? Shit, what the hell?!" Richie yelled as Y/n threw a few pieces of popcorn at him, aiming for his mouth, which obviously hadn't worked out. His loud swearing caused him to be shushed by nearly the entire theater, including all the members of the Losers Club. Y/n snickered, sticking her tongue out at Richie. 

The movie started and Y/n immediately curled up closer to Richie. He wrapped his arm back around her, and once again she didn't pull away, which was a score. Normally he only got touchy with her a few times a day before she started fighting back, and they had already passed their usual limit. But now she was letting him wrap her for a third time that day! Sweet! Not wanting to bring Y/n to that realization, Richie tried to act cool and collected as she rested her head in his shoulder while his arm was around her. 

Throughout the duration of the movie, every time there was a jump scare, Richie and Y/n would silently snicker as Eddie attempted to sneakily take a shaky breath of his inhaler, yet failed while looking as though he had seen a ghost-- even though they were watching a werewolf movie. Richie would be freaked out as well, trying to hide his fear for the same reason as Eddie: To impress Y/n. Although Y/n knew how frightened they both were, despite their best efforts. And while she wasn't really impressed with their efforts to act brave, she was flattered with the fact they were trying to impress her. 

When the movie reached its end, Eddie was trembling. Y/n enveloped the small boy in a hug, kissing his hair to soothe him. Eddie winked at Richie as she did so, as if to say point one for Eddie. While he did really appreciate the gesture, he also took it as a chance to gloat. Richie cleared his throat to catch the girls attention. 

"Y/n, I'm scared too. Can get a hug? A kiss on the cheek? Maybe even some kisses somewhere else?" Richie teased, teasing more out jealousy than his ordinary comic relief, like he had so many weeks ago when Y/n and Eddie had gotten too intimate for his liking. Sure, he understood the two were best friends. But he couldn't prevent his anger and jealousy from taking over him and making sarcastic comments leave his mouth. Thank god the two never realized the true intentions of his sarcastic anger, or they might get upset or annoyed with him. 

"I thought you weren't a pussy, Rich." Y/n quoted Richie from earlier, who crossed his arms as he got caught. 

"Well I'm riding you home, so make sure you two don't take too long. And use protection!"

"Oh fuck you Richie!" Y/n yelled while she laughed, unwrapping her arms around Eddie as they both blushed furiously at Richie's comment. Y/n stalked after Richie as he exited the theater, throwing more popcorn at him. 

"Sorry Richie, I'm saving me and my birth control pills for your sister!" Eddie snapped, following Y/n out of the theater. But instead of throwing popcorn at Richie, he was yelling at him very quickly. While he normally spoke fast, Richie as sure he'd never heard Eddie spit out so many swear words so fast. 

"D-da-did you la-la-like the m-movie, Bev?" asked Bill, the Losers able to hear Bills stuttering from across the theater. 

"Yeah, it wasn't that scary, though." she shrugged nonchalantly, walking out of the theater as Ben gulped behind her.

"Yeah, totally. I wasn't scared at all..." Ben trailed off. Richie heard this and snuck up behind him, and let out a loud growl that resembled the werewolves in the movie. Ben let out a yelp and ran out of the theater, straight to Bev and Bill. 

Outside, Ben was talking to Bev and Bill as both of the boys tried to not make it obvious that they had a gigantic crush on her. The same was happening with Eddie, Richie and Y/n. Stan and Mike walked out of the theater, shaking their heads as they saw the multiple flirting orgies that were going on. 

"Sometimes I feel like we're the only ones that don't think with our dicks." Stan told Mike, who nodded in agreement. 

"We probably are," Mike agreed as he walked with Stan to his bike. 

The number of the Losers Club occupying the small sidewalk area outside of the theater slowly decreased, the number dropping like flies as each one left to ride home. As the sun began to set, the only members that remained were Eddie, Richie and Y/n. Although Eddie's Mom eventually came to pick him up, losing trust in the party after she found out about Richie and Y/n's poison ivy fiasco. She didn't find out about the Neboilt house or about Eddie feelings towards Y/n, but Eddie being that close to contagious poison ivy was enough for her. 

"Bye guys," Eddie waved goodbye to his best friends, who gave him small smiles and waves back as he drove off. 

"I left my bike in the alleyway, you wanna come get it with me?" Richie asked with nervous eyes, too anxious to enter the dark alleyway and retrieve it himself. Y/n smirked. 

"Why? Are you scared you'll get attacked by a... werewolf, perhaps?" she teased, walking over to Richie. He shook his head defensively, nearly shaking his glasses off his head. 

"No! I told you, I'm not pussy." he muttered as he walked to the alleyway, sneaking a quick glance behind him to make sure Y/n was near and coming with him, which she was. "I'm asking you to come in case something attacks you, and you need protection."

"You and what muscles will protect me, exactly?" questioned Y/n. Richie didn't reply to her banter, which was extremely out of chapter for him. He began acting strangely when they arrived at the alleyway, where Richie began swearing like a sailor. 

"What's wrong?" asked Y/n, worry lining her face. 

"Some shithead stole my fucking bike! And I just bought that shit!" Richie yelled, extremely distraught. "I saved up weeks for that!" Y/n was completely silent. "Y/n?" He turned around, and was greeted by Y/n terrified, wide eyes. "Wha---" Richie followed her gaze and when he saw what she was staring at, made the same terror-stricken face she was making. "What the fuck?"

"H-how the hell..." Y/n trailed off, a they both stared at Richie's bike at the end of the alleyway, that was somehow standing up on its own. The bell on the bike rang cheerfully, mocking the children's horror. It then began to ride off without an occupant, soaring down the street. "Richie, Common let's go!" Y/n screamed, grabbing his hand and pulling him down the street. They ran after the bike, which was at a paced speed. Not too fast so the children couldn't keep up with it, but not slow enough so that they were unable to catch up with it. After a few minutes the adrenaline the children had felt due to their fear began to wear off, and the bike seemed to know this as it watched them slow down. It made a sharp turn into a dark alleyway, Y/n and Richie following it with heavy feet and heaving breathes. 

As the two turned the corner they came to a sudden halt, and as did the bike. The bike suddenly fell to the left, hitting a pile of trash cans. They walked further into the alley and Richie picked up his bike, swearing under his breath as he saw the newly embedded scratches and dents. 

"H-help!" a teenage boy cried from behind the paid, causing them to jump as they turned around to face the source of the voice. It was a jock, proven by his varsity football jacket at his combed over brown hair. His pretty brown eyes normally would've even stunning, but at the moment they were filled with fear. "It's happening!" 

"What's happening?" Richie asked warily as Y/n backed into him. When Richie said he could protect her earlier, Y/n didn't believe him. But at this moment, she didn't care if he could or not, she was scared and needed someone to at least attempt protect her. Even if it was muscleless Richie. 

"I---I'm transforming!" the boy roared as the moon shone, a beam of light shining specifically on the boy. His jacket and everything other clothing item he was wearing ripped, midnight colored fur emerging from what once was clothes and skin. Y/n let out a scream and backed completely into Richie, who wasn't expecting the sudden weight. He fell straight into his bike which caused Richie, his bike, and his girl to all become one big heap on the ground as the werewolf approached them. Richie froze up, his number one fear being presented to him. Y/n noticed how he had freezed up, and tried to shake him out of it.

"S-Silver. Its a werewolf, we can defeat him with silver." Richie claimed under his breath.

"I don't think it's a werewolf, it's---it's that clown!" The werewolf snarled and flashed its teeth at the two, leaning down as its foaming mouth opened wide and revealed the same set of teeth that had attacked Y/n weeks ago. She looked around the alley, and saw a nearby trash can cover. She pushed herself off Richie and grabbed it before whacking the 'it' in it's face, causing it to whimper. She saw a broken beer bottle and stabbed the werewolf with it, and it transformed from a werewolf into the clown she saw before. "Richie, help!!" Y/n looked around for Richie, and found him across the alleyway, on his bike.

"Get over here and hop on!" he screamed. Y/n nodded, running past the clown and over to Richie. It scratched her as she went, his talons leaving red, bloody marks on her side. She let out a cry of pain as she wrapped her arms around Richie's back, tears falling onto his shirt as he rode away her. "Back to Eddie's?" questioned Richie, glancing back at Y/n with solicitude. She nodded into his back before burying her head into it. He felt her wet tears on his back as he rose to Eddie's, pedalling as fast as he could. Once they arrived at Eddie's Richie pounded on the door, Eddie opening it after a few moments of delay. Richie kept knocking until Eddie finally had opened it, his urgency showing.

"Richie, its ten pm--"

"Y/n's hurt really bad. That clown... That thing... It got her." Richie cut him off. Eddie bit his lip as he pondered, before looking at Richie. He understood exactly what he meant by 'it'. 

"Meet me by the garage."

Richie nodded and walked back to his bike, where Y/n was beginning to stand up by herself. Richie wrapped an arm around her and helped her limp to the backyard where Eddie was waiting with supplies. 

"Deja vu," Richie murmured as he sat Y/n down, Eddie preparing to go doctor on Y/n.

"Where's the wound?" Eddie questioned Y/n. She bit her lip nervously and with, looking down at her feet with embarrassment. She took off her shirt , which made both of the boy's breathing hitch. Next to her left breast there were three bloody talon marks. The cuts weren't extremely deep, but they were deep to the point that even ten minutes later the wounds were still bleeding, and the blood had completely ruined her bra, to Y/n’s dismay. Eddie took a deep breath, going in and placing disinfectant on Y/n's wounds as he ignored the the awkwardness of the girls shirt being off. Y/n let out some whimpering sounds as he did rubbed on the disinfectant, holding Richie's hand tightly. Richie brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it. 

"You're gonna be okay, don't worry," he whispered as Y/n put her forehead on Richie's chest. Five minutes later Y/n was biting onto to Richie's shirt to restrain herself from letting out more cries of pain, but finally the pain deteriorated as Eddie began to wrap bandages around her side and stomach.

"Shit, I ran out of bandages! Okay, I'm gonna go get more. I'll be right back." Eddie got up and walked away, leaving Richie and Y/n alone. There was an uncomfortable silence until Richie broke it. But not with the usual banter; for once, he was serious.

"I believe you now."

"What?" Y/n looked up at Richie.

"That clown story in the house... I didn't really believe you and Eddie. I thought you were both batshit crazy, but I was wrong. I should've believed you..." he trailed off, sighing. "I wasn't even able to protect you earlier. Its just werewolves are my number one fear, and as soon as I saw that, I froze up." Richie explained. 

"You don't have to protect me, Richie. I can protect myself. And you can't blame yourself. It knows what you fear most and uses it against you. It knew you would freeze up if it became a werewolf, so that's what it did." Y/n explained as Richie unconsciously played with the girls hand.

"Yeah, but... You never freeze up. You always are so brave... and hot." Richie shrugged, looking at Y/n as she blushed and she shook her head. They made eye contact for a second before Y/n leaned in. 

Their lips made contact. Richie turned a rosy pink color as he kissed Y/n back, her arms snaking up his back and into his hair. She ran her hands through his hair, Richie moving his hands down Y/n's bare sides. She let out a hissing sound as his hand touched her wound, pulling away out of surprise and stinging pain. 

"Dammit! Things were just getting interesting." Richie cried, Y/n pulling his shirt collar bringing him into another kiss.

"Guys, I brought the bandages! And I also found a lollipop to help Y/n with her troubles." Eddie stopped in his tracks, staring at the scene in front of him. The two immediately pulled away, both of them looking at him with apologetic eyes. 

"Eddie, I---"

"It...It's fine. I knew you didn't like me." he said, blinking at the ground. Y/n got up and limped over to Eddie, pulling him into a hug. "Uh, Uh, Y/n its really fine..." he pushed away from the hug, partially because he felt awkward hugging a girl who was just wearing a bra, and partially because he felt awkward hugging a girl in general. But, he still gave her a small, reassuring smile. 

"You're okay? You sure?" Y/n dragged Eddie into another hug and he laughed, pulling away again. Y/n walked back over to Richie, Eddie finishing putting the bandages on. Richie took off his flannel with strange patterns on it, offering it to Y/n so she wouldn't have to put her bloody t-shirt from earlier back on. The two helped her put one of Richie's flannel on, Eddie helping with her arms and Richie buttoning it up for her. "See you tomorrow, Eds." Y/n and Richie both proclaimed as they hopped Richie's bike, Y/n beginning to suck on her sucker. They both didn't notice Eddie wave depressingly as he saw his best friend and his crush ride away together, which means they also didn't see how he ran a hand through his hair out of frustration before he walked inside and slammed the front door. Halfway home it began to rain, making Richie pedal even faster. Once they arrived at Y/n's house, Richie walked with her up to her door. They were soaking wet, but didn't mind. Richie let go of her soaking hand, and they stood under a small roof in front of her door.

"So... What happens now, Rich?" coaxed Y/n as she reached for Richie's hand. Richie let Y/n intertwined their fingers. "I don't know... I haven't done this before. The furthest I've gone with a girl is Patricia Walsh."

Y/n stared at Richie with a blank face. "That's a story for another time. But, don't most high schoolers just... Date, or something?" she offered, shrugging as though it was no big deal. Yet in reality, it was a huge deal to her.

"Uh, sure, yeah," Richie replied, not letting Y/n see his excitement. There was another moment of silence before Richie brought Y/n's face to his, brushing her a strand of her soaking hair behind her ear. Y/n ended up having to pull away, his attempted to slip his tongue in making her red.

"We'll save that for another time..." she laughed before looking back at her front door. "I seriously need to go. I'll see you tomorrow?" 

"You always pull away just as things get interesting.” he joked, cupping one of her cheeks while bringing her in to a finale kiss. “See you then." Richie ran back to his bike and jumped on, looking back at Y/n's door, expecting her to already be inside. But she was still waiting in her doorway, watching Richie ride away. She smiled at him as they shared a final glance before he rode away. After a short while he began to cheer to himself for scoring such a hot girlfriend. When Y/n shut the door she couldn't help but run up to her room and squeal into her pillow, replaying her and Richie's romantic rain kiss in her head.

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don’t know you (yet i’m on my knees)

Summary: Jimin is horny. And Yoongi has either the worst or best timing. Depends on how you look at it.

Words: 2484

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Jimin was hot and frustrated all over.

He hadn’t had a good fuck in months and all he could think about the past week was about this guy named Jeon Jeongguk whom he had been chatting with on an online dating site for nearly a month.

After the first few days of texting they had found out they lived in the same city, a week later they knew that they went to the same university.

jjk: i rlly don’t wanna show my face

jjk: dont get me wrong, i like you and all but after my last relationship i dont think im ready to commit that quickly :(

Jimin was fine with that. He could wait. But with all the teasing texts Jeongguk had been sending on a daily basis had begun to take its toll.

One morning he woke with morning wood after what had seemed like a subtle sexting session the night before and had to finish himself off in the restroom after he had caught himself grinding into a stray pillow with his roommate still slumbering peacefully only a few meters away.

And now his mind was swirling with mathematical equations and fabricated images of Jeongguk.

How tall is he? What’s his eye color? Does he like lazy weekends with takeout? Maybe he’s muscular. Jimin hopes not. He had worked too hard on his abs just to be out-abbed by someone else.

How good was he in bed? Maybe he would be the one to let Jimin top for once. Just imagining it makes his cock twitch. God, he so badly wants to have sex but he never hooked up again after he had an incident with a girl who had had a blood play fetish and tried to slice his dick so she could lick the blood off it.

Jimin felt positively needy to the point the he’s desperate enough to text Jeongguk.

park.jim: JUNGKOOK

jjk: WHAT

park.jim: ok idk how to ask you this but

Jeongguk patiently waits for Jimin’s reply but after the ‘park.jim is typing…’ disappears and reappears for the eighth time he shuts off his phone and returns to his professor’s lulling depiction of the Division of Korea.

park.jim: okay im actually really horny rn and i want to get off so bad and im tired of fucking my hand pls help me out

park.jim: lets meet in the art department restroom, nobody ever uses it i’ll lock it just knock ONCE and i’ll open it

park.jim: and if you don’t show up i’ll understand -_-’

Jimin gathers his belongings, shoving them hurriedly into his messenger bag then taking off, his professor not sparing so much as a glance in his direction.

As he jogs towards the Art Department, Jimin silently thanks his mom for encouraging him to take up the part time job as janitor for sections A and B which were mostly Art and Business buildings so all he really had to do was take down ‘Wet Paint’ signs and walk around for a couple of hours filling up bags with miscellaneous pieces of trash. That and the university gave him a access to various keys including the restrooms.

Jimin holds open the door then locks it from the outside, closes it, and waits.

~

Yoongi is nearly done with his new mural. A dark blue sky swirling with purple hues. Lights from a huge ferris wheel so realistic they seem to shimmer against the night sky.

It was one of his favorite memories from visiting California last summer. He could still recall the scent of greasy food and the shouts a joyous children dragging their parents across the fair and back. He sighs happily and begins to set up long poles. Clipping white sheets and hooking them at the ends to make sure any stray leaf won’t smudge his work. He pokes at each air flap before packing his art supplies and dropping them off at his art studio. Yoongi considers stopping by for coffee before heading towards his dorm and decides he’d better wash up first.

At first Yoongi finds it a bit strange that the restroom door is closed so he knocks once, then leans his ear against the door just to make sure he doesn’t walk in on something (it has happened before).

Just as he backs up the door swings open and a blur of hands grab his jacket, dragging him inside.

Immediately he’s shoved against the wall with feverish lips exploring the expanse of his neck and chest, exposed by his low cut shirt.

“What the hell kid!” Yoongi desperately tries to wriggle free but the dude just isn't letting go. Yoongi is just about ready to kick the guy in the balls and book it until he receives a particularly hard suck a few centimeters under his ears causes him to stiffen.

The stranger seems to notice. He looks up and stares into Yoongi’s eyes. This is the first time he seems him clearly.

Mussed up blond hair, chubby cheeks, plump luscious lips, and eyes with pupils blown wide.

Suddenly Yoongi doesn’t seem so freaked out. This dude is gorgeous and seemingly willing to hard core makeout session. God knows his sex life is about as dead as his great-great-great grandma (a morbid comparison but you get the point). He takes all things into consideration: 1) he’s making out with a stranger, 2) it’s a really hot stranger, 3) a pocket pussy could never compare to an inviting hot mouth.

So he does the obvious.

Yoongi yanks the stranger upwards, pulling his hair, extracting a whine of pain, promptly shutting him up by smashing their lips together. Their tongues swirl together, teeth clashed, and small fingers began palming his dick through his jeans.

“Let me suck you off please, oh my god please I'm good I swear Ju-” Yoongi cuts him off with a guttural moan.

“Fuck, yes, yes suck my dick.” Yoongi has never felt this weak. He’s practically leaning against the sink, holding onto the handicap rail for dear life.

The hot stranger takes no time with Yoongi’s jeans and has them pooling by his knees in seconds.

Sultry breaths fan over the expanse of his boxer’s as Yoongi looks down just in time to see the black haired male press open mouthed kisses against his clothed erection.

“I- I don’t even know your name.”

“What do you mean you don’t know my name? Of course you do, it’s Jimin you dolt.”

“Jimin.” He likes the feel of it dancing on his tongue, “Ji- Oh shit, ah.” Yoongi had been so absorbed in the newfound information he hadn’t even noticed the his boxers had been removed and was now exposed to frigid air wafting from the small window.

Jimin stares wide eyed. He recalls the ‘subtle sexting’ and remembers Jungkook saying his dick was a pretty average size, but this, this was huge. An easy eight inches, thick and heavy under his palm. Veins prominent against the pretty pink tip. He whimpers with want. This is his dream cock.

He gave it a tentative lick, and whom he believes is Jeongguk, shivers. Jimin took the tip between his lips and hollowed his cheeks, slowly taking it until it hit the back of his throat. His eyes watered and it took all his willpower not to gag. His hand went around the length he couldn’t take and began bobbing his head, moving his hand in sync.

Yoongi had just begun to realize how long it had been, Jimin started gaining a steady rhythm and he was already on the verge of his climax. “Ah, wait-” Yoongi pulls at Jimin’s hair and his teeth accidently graze his cock.

Yoongi’s hips involuntarily buck and Jimin is forced to swallow more than he thought possible. Jimin leans back his mouth releasing the cock with a loud pop, cheek brushing against Yoongi’s erection and a streak of pre-cum is left as he catches his breath.

“Fuck, sorry Jimin, it was an acci-”

“Do it again.”

“What?”

“I said do it again.”

“What do you mean-”

“Fucking hell. I’m telling you to fuck my face Jeongguk!”

Jimin had just called him Jeongguk.

“Okay.”

Then Jimin’s hair is being pulled, little whines emit from his throat, high pitched and needy.

Yoongi’s dick is put to his lips, he looks up lust-filled eyes stare back at him expectantly, “Go on then Jiminie, open your mouth for daddy.”

Jimin jumps a bit as if he had been given a small electric shock. Had Jeongguk just called himself daddy? Oh god, he would have never thought- Jungkook had denied every kink in the book and now he came at him with this.

“I- I Jeon- mph!”

Yoongi’s cock was shoved in his mouth, effectively gagging him. “Good boy Jiminie.”

“Now I want you to hold onto my hips and don’t touch yourself at all.”

Without hesitation, his shaking hands went around his hips, stubby fingers marking the skin red.

Yoongi experimentally thrust his hips forward. Jimin’s eyes widened but he didn’t begin retching and coughing; in fact, his mouth seemed to widen a bit, allowing Yoongi to go in deeper.

Yoongi languidly slides in and out, tugging on Jimin’s hair, adjusting his head as he wanted it. Jimin’s tongue slid under Yoongi’s cock; teeth every so often grazing it.

“Ah- fuck, Jimin. Listen. If I get too rough i want you to pinch me really hard, okay? Nod if you’re okay with me- well, manhandling you.” Jimin nods maybe a bit to vigorously. He was tired of the tortoise like pace ‘Jeongguk’ had set. He was ready for something a lot more heated. He was just about ready to snap and let his inner power bottom take control.

Jimin looked up at Yoongi, his eyes slightly red and watery while the latters were hooded, with a deep look of ecstasy. Yoongi slid out of Jimin’s mouth slowly, his hands twirling through Jimin’s light strands.

Them, seemingly out of nowhere, Yoongi rams right back into his mouth. Jimin yelps but he didn’t pinch Yoongi’s sides, instead he inhales through his nose and sucks it up because his mom didn’t raise no bitch.

Yoongi pounds in and out of his mouth mercilessly.

“God Jiminie, you’re so good. I’m almost there babe, hold on a bit longer for me.” But Jimin wasn’t sure he could. Even though his cock had been neglected during the entirety of the intercourse the friction it made with his jeans was nearly unbearable. Then suddenly Yoongi stops and slips out of his mouth and begins to jerk himself off.

“Fuck- ah- open your mouth Jimin.” Jimin does what he’s told, beginning to palm himself through his jeans chasing his orgasm. He knows what is coming and it’s all too much for him.

Jimin comes, loud whines escaping his throat just as squirts of come land in his mouth. His eyes close just as soon as streaks of come cover his eyelash. He feels lips ghosting over his then a tongue slowly begin licking over his lip, cheeks, and eyelid. He sucks in a sharp breath unclear on how to react.

“You did so good Jimin-ah. So good for daddy.”

Jimin whimpers softly, absolute euphoria taking over his mind. Suddenly Yoongi stops. He helps Jimin up looking him dead in the eye. “I’ve got to tell you something.”

“Um, okay?”

Yoongi mutters a string of curses under his breath, sounding mainly like insults directed toward himself. “I’m actually-” A loud ping resonates in the restroom followed by several more. Jimin knows they’re texts from Jeongguk, but… Jeongguk was right in front of him.

“Uh, give me a second.” Jimin digs through his pocket and takes out his phone reading the text.

jjk: OHMYGOD

jjk: I KNOCKED OUT I JUST READ THIS JESUS CHRIST

jjk: i feel really bad fuuck

jjk: imma be honest with you jimin even if i read the text when you sent it… i dont tjink i would’ve gone :[

jjk: think**

jjk: this is really awkward. imma leave… bye

Jimin looks up at Yoongi in horror. “Who the fuck are you?” he exclaims, “Oh my god I just sucked a strangers dick. What the hell? Why did you let me suck your dick? I want to die. You’re not Jeon-”

“That’s what I was trying to tell you! But I really wanted a blowjob and you’re really hot…” Yoongi then remembers that he wasn’t the one who had begun the makeout session (as enjoyable as it was). “Besides you were the one who began eating my face!”

“Because I thought you were Jeongguk.”

“Well I’m not. My name is Yoongi! But why were you so eager to suck this Jeongguk kids dick if you don’t even know how he looks like?”

“It’s a long story that doesn’t involve you!”

“Oh it doesn’t involve me? You literally just sucked my dick!”

“Speaking about your dick, why don’t you put your pants on right already? It’s really distracting!”

Yoongi smirks, he silently pulls up his boxers and jeans. “Distracting? Do you want another taste Jiminie?” He takes a step forward, then another, and another, forcing Jimin to back up against the wall. He places his arms on either side of the cowering boy, effectively trapping him. “Or perhaps a little more than that. Let me tell you, I wouldn’t mind having a bite of you.” His hand sliding down to Jimin’s hips, playfully snapping his waistband. Jimin flinches, cheeks reddening along with the tip of his ears.

“Fuck off.” Jimin whispers.

“I don’t think I heard you princess. Wanna speak up?”

“I said fuck off- Mph!” Lips press on his. Tongue sliding into his mouth and wandering hands groping at his bottom. Jimin moans. “Catch me.” He whispers.

Jimin jumps up, legs wrapping around Yoongi. Large hands massaging his ass. Nimble fingers putting pressure against his hole.

“You’re a tease you know that?”

Yoongi just smirks. “Seems like you want more. How about we go out for coffee first. I’ll see if you’re as nice as you look. Maybe then I’ll dick you down.”

“What?! Who even said I wanted to go on a date with you? Much less-”

“Shut up and let’s go.” Yoongi opens the door and looks back, “You should drop Jeongguk a text and tell him you just sucked his favorite teacher’s assistant's dick.”

“This can’t be happening! I thought you said you didn't know him!”

“Just remembered. I help out like 300 kids. It’s difficult to keep track. Now, let’s go princess. If you behave I’ll buy you something nice.” Yoongi’s hand stretches out, large hand open wide. Jimin stares back nervously. He takes a deep breath and takes Yoongi’s hand.

The door shuts with a bang, and all that’s heard is someone letting out a deep chuckle, a rumbling voice whispering, “Good boy.”

#yoonmin #yoongixjimin #yoongi #jimin #bts #fanfiction

[doodlebug-aboo]

24 w sprace or spralbert

I got this prompt so long ago, and i finished it so long ago, I just never posted it? I’m so sorry.

Read it on ao3 here!

Race, Spot, and Albert. They’d been together for about two years now, and they were just out of their senior year of high school. They were constantly with each other, and if they weren’t, they were constantly texting. They mostly talked through snapchat, because Spot’s neighborhood had really bad service for some reason, so sometimes texts wouldn’t go through. Snapchat worked better for everyone anyway, ever since they added the group feature. The only problem was, they occasionally would get very weird, out of context, snaps from some of them. They’d accidentally snap the group instead of someone else they were messaging and send a very weird picture that didn’t make sense to the other two. It happened more often than one would think. The worst time it happened though, was in the middle of summer after their senior year.

Albert saw that he got a snap from Race in the group, and of course decided to open it right away. That is not what he was expecting. It was a picture of Race alright, but it wasn’t like the normal pictures he sent. For starters, it was a mirror picture… and he was shirtless. That would normally be okay, since it was summer, but there was more. His sweats were hanging low on his hips, showing a bit more than was normal, that’s for sure. He had a hand behind his head, and he was smirking at the camera. The caption read, “Does this one look good?” Needless to say, he looked good. Albert felt his mouth go dry. The timer ran out, and he was brought back to the chat to see about ten messages from Race after he sent the photo. All of them along the lines of, “I DIDN’T MEAN TO SEND THAT HERE.” Albert laughed at his boyfriend. Spot then opened the chat and sent a message.

Spoticles: al do i want to open that picture?

Dicktrack: NO YOU DONT

Albo: yes u do spot

Albo: u rlly do

Dicktrack: NO

Opened by Albo, Spoticles

Dicktrack: FUCK

Spoticles: uh race ? holy fuck

Dicktrack: shut up

Albo: i agree with spot. holy fuck race

Dicktrack: both of u, eat dicks

Dicktrack: i didnt mean to send it here

Spoticles: where tf else u sendin it? were ur only boyfriends u fuck

Dicktrack: romeo

Dicktrack: we rate eachothers pictures like tht a lot, tell eachother if its a good pic

Dicktrack: ro normally sends his to specs, i dont normally send mine anywhere

Albo: send them here

Spoticles: seconded

Dictrack: NO

Albo: why not? i want to see my hot af boyfriend

Spoticles: u can see me whenever babe

Albo: i know babe

Dicktrack: both of u shut tf up

Spoticles: wow rude? we were havin a moment

Albo: yeah race, god

Dicktrack: i hate u both

Albo: love u

Spoticles: anyways, race, u need to send those photos more often

Dicktrack: not happening

Albo: weve been together 2 years why the hell not

Dicktrack: its embarrassin

Spoticles: but it isnt to send em to romeo?

Dicktrack: no

Albo: race, if u rlly arent comfortable sendin em to us we wont force u to or nothin

Albo: just kno tht tht was one hot picture n i wouldnt mind seein more

Spoticles: ^^

Dicktrack: have i mentioned tht i hate u both?

Spoticles: once or twice yeah

Dicktrack sent a snap

Spoticles: god yes

Albo: GOOD SHIT

Dicktrack: i have the worlds worst boyfriends

Spoticles: how r u able to take these with the possibility of a family member comin in n seein?

Dicktrack: tht aint a possibility

Dicktrack: i only take them when im home alone

Spoticles: …

Albo: …

Spoticles: im comin over

Albo: me too

Dicktrack: i repeat: worlds worst boyfriends

Dicktrack: but also

Dicktrack: r u actually bc im all for u 2 comin over

Albo: idk abt spot but i was serious

Spoticles: im in my car

Albo: well i guess well both see u soon

Dicktrack: hell yeah

#newsies #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #spralbert #prompt fill

[avecorviidae]

Fic: Aubade - Chapter One

Fandom: Mob Psycho 100 Rating: M Relationship(s): Kageyama Ritsu/Suzuki Shou Word Count: 4196

Ao3 Link

Ritsu takes the overnight train from Grain City. His mother had told him to take the day train, given that they both knew he wouldn’t sleep on the ride home, and it would be better for him to arrive in the evening and go straight to bed, instead of arriving at dawn and spending all day trying not to fall asleep. She was probably right, but Ritsu was more or less an insomniac anyways, and night trains tended to be far less crowded, so. If he didn’t have to sit anywhere near a small, loud child, it would all be worth it.

He leans against a stone pillar on the platform and waits for the train to pull in. Despite the heavy summer air, the stone is cool at his back, seeping into his t-shirt and providing a pleasant contrast to the hot coffee in his hand. It should be cooling down a little soon, he thinks, staring at the sky, painted in soft pinks and oranges that darken into a deep red where the sun has disappeared behind some distant mountains. He cranes his head in the other direction to see where inky blue is starting to appear on the horizon, fading abruptly into the soft light of the sunset in broad strokes. It reminds him of the time he and Mob had found their mother’s watercolours when they were little, and decided to ‘decorate’ Ritsu’s bedroom walls. He spots a couple of white pinpricks in the distance, and distracts himself with trying to figure out if they’re stars or planes until the train pulls into the station, stopping at the platform with a shuddering sigh.

The only other people who would take an overnight train all the way to Seasoning City are a small crowd of salarymen making a commute for work, and Ritsu is infinitely thankful that they all seem to be as tired and antisocial as he is, because he finds himself alone in a passenger car aside from one dead-eyed guy in a suit who sits as far away from Ritsu as he’s physically able. Ritsu dumps his backpack onto the seats across from him and sits down, careful to hold his coffee steady as the train starts to pull out. He’s found that he can usually pack light when he’s going home for breaks, so his backpack just has the essentials. His wallet, phone charger, laptop, toiletries, a couple of books, a jacket, and some clean underwear are all he really needs to grab. While he knows that his brother’s old bedroom has been converted into a sewing room of sorts since he moved out, his mother has been loathe to change Ritsu’s room at all, so all of his clothes and such will still be waiting for him at home.

He settles back in his seat and lets himself stare out of the window as the train speeds up, until the station and the outskirts of Grain City fades away and the landscape turns into an indistinct blur. After a while, he remembers to pull out his phone.

TO: SHIGEO Got on the train, I should get into town early tomorrow

His phone buzzes with a response about a minute later.

FROM: SHIGEO Ok, be safe! You should try to get some sleep :0 If you tell me when youre getting close, me and Teru can pick you up at the station

TO: SHIGEO Im going to get here pretty early, youll probably still be asleep But thanks You should sleep too, ill see you tomorrow

FROM: SHIGEO Ok, see you!! <3

Ritsu wrestles with his pride for a few moments before sending back a ‘<3’ and shoving his phone back in his pocket.

He lets himself sit for another while, sipping on his drink and grimacing. Eugh. Cheap train station coffee is only tolerable while it’s too hot to taste. Still, he’s spent money on this, so he’s committed now. Night’s fallen quickly, and now when he looks out of his window, all he can see is murky blue, and the vague lights of some buildings in a city off in the distance. They’re just far enough outside of the city that Ritsu thinks he might be able to see the stars, except that the glare from the thin LED strips above the window is reflecting off of the glass too much to see anything but his own face.

A chill settles over the compartment. Not a bad one, or a particularly ominous one, but without the sunlight, the speed of the train and the air conditioning is enough to make him shiver in his thin shirt, reach over to grab a hoodie from his bag.

He shouldn’t leave himself alone with his thoughts, he knows, even as he continues to stare off at nothing. He’s notoriously introspective at this time of night, and he knows he’ll work himself into a panic if he just starts thinking, about this past year and himself and what he even wants to do… He shakes himself out of it. Come on, dumbass. You’ve got ten hours in here, let’s make it past the ten minute mark without dealing with this again. He should distract himself. Read, or play on his phone, or something, but as per usual, he can’t really bring himself to drag himself out of his daze. It’s an oddly comforting feeling, his mind retreating to the point that he barely feels real, like nothing actually exists in the pitch black beyond the window.

Time passes haphazardly, like it’s having trouble squeezing into the stale air of the compartment. His eyes lazily trace patterns on the ugly fabric of the chair across from him for what feels like minutes but could be hours, and despite the caffeine, he finds himself nodding forward, eyes blurring and drifting shut. By the other door, the nondescript businessman has pulled out his laptop and has been typing something for an indeterminate amount of time, and he latches onto the steady tap tap tap tap of the keys, the rapid taptaptaptap when he’s hitting the backspace, turns it into white noise in his mind that blocks out his actual thoughts.

He almost, almost jumps when his phone vibrates in his pocket again. FROM: YOUR FAVORITE ;) yo r u awake

TO: YOUR FAVORITE ;) Yes. what do you want, shou? FROM: YOUR FAVORITE ;) omg why r u up its like fuck in the morning s l e e p anyways teru says ur on ur way back to seasoning u didnt drop out right

He squints at the text, momentarily confused, until a glance at his phone’s clock informs him that it’s almost one in the morning. He must’ve actually fallen asleep for a while. He has a sneaking suspicion that the businessman over there has a very, very close deadline.

TO: YOUR FAVORITE ;) I told you what date i was coming back home a month ago. You know. When i planned this trip. Shockingly, shou, college students get summer break too.

FROM: YOUR FAVORITE ;) i was busy!!!! i forgot!!!!!! how long r u in town :3

TO: YOUR FAVORITE ;) Two weeks. Im just dropping by to see my family and sleep for a while, really.

FROM: YOUR FAVORITE ;) and get a haircut

TO: YOUR FAVORITE ;) And get a haircut.

FROM: YOUR FAVORITE ;) anyways it is like 1 am u should be sleeping

TO: YOUR FAVORITE ;) So should you. I’m on a train, what’s your excuse?

FROM: YOUR FAVORITE ;) :p

Ritsu snorts quietly. Stunning argumentation as always, Suzuki.

He wonders absently if Shou will be around. He’d stayed a couple of cities over for high school, but he’d started travelling as soon as they’d graduated. Apparently, there’d been some overseas business of his father’s that he had to take care of now that he was eighteen, so Ritsu hasn't seen him at all this last year, even during Christmas break. It hadn’t stopped Shou from texting him almost nonstop, however, regardless of different timezones. He wonders if Shou’s even in the country right now. Is it really worth it to get his hopes up, though? He’s already excited to see his brother, and Teru and Reigen, and his parents, so there’s no point in being disappointed if Shou has business elsewhere. They’re not kids anymore, it’s stupid of him to expect Shou to drop whatever obligations or responsibilities he might have to show up in Seasoning City, just to see Ritsu.

His phone buzzes with a new message.

FROM: YOUR FAVORITE ;) hey do u know if ur mom still makes those rlly nice weird caramel cookie things i miss them deeply almost as much as i miss ur dumb face ive almost forgotten what ur angry frown looks like

—

He pauses at the front door, hand resting on the doorknob.

Auras are still… interesting, to Ritsu. Even despite six or so years of being able to use his powers, he still doesn’t really get the buzzing frequencies of energy that roll off of espers in waves, resonating with something in the back of his mind, like plucking on a violin string pulled too tight. He’d eventually gotten used to people’s auras, of course. His brother’s, he’d grown up with. Teru’s was a brainfreeze and a burn all at once, a rush of blood to the head that was strange, but not entirely unpleasant. Shou’s was, well. Shou. He hadn’t realized that places had auras as well. Standing in front of his house, though, he can feel it enveloping him like a blanket right out of the dryer, can feel it in the strange places that his powers seem to manifest, climbing in pinpricks up his arms and heavy at the roof of his mouth, raising the hairs on the back of his neck. It’s achingly, painfully familiar, and it’s only been a year, but he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed living in a place that’s lived and breathed psychic powers, that’s still imbued with them despite both of its resident espers moving out, and this house feels like home.

Mob is on him almost before he’s through the door, arms wrapped tightly enough around his shoulders to knock the breath out of him. Mob is only a few inches taller than him, but Ritsu is still struck with the feeling of being encompassed by his brother, and it feels in a sense similar to the aura of their house, but there’s something different, something uniquely Mob about it.

Ritsu lets himself enjoy it, hooking his chin over Mob’s shoulder so that he can return the hug without getting crushed completely. “Hey, Nii-san, what are you doing here?” He should be at his own apartment, theoretically. After all, it’s not like he has a bed here anymore.

Mob loosens his grip on Ritsu enough to take a step back and look him in the eyes. He beams at him a moment before his smile is dampened a little by sheepishness. “Ah, well. We thought we’d spend the night so that we could be here when you arrived.” Ritsu has a moment to think ‘We’? before Teru appears in the front hallway, weird hair and atrocious green sweater and all. “Hey, Little Brother!” he calls out with a wave, before weaving around Mob to give Ritsu a hug of his own. “Don’t call me that,” he scolds, whacking him on the back of the head even as he’s letting Teru try his damndest to squeeze him to death.

Teru and Mob have set up a fairly impressive pillow nest on the couch, and the TV is still on low volume, the tail end of some competitive cooking show marathon. That was a ‘thing,’ with these two, for some reason that Ritsu couldn’t understand. They just tended to be stupid competitions with stupid people who’d decided to embarrass themselves on television. Mob had told him it was “kind of stressful, but Teruki likes it, so it’s alright,” while Teru called it a “valuable bonding experience”. Ritsu wonders, sometimes, if all people in relationships are this weird, or if it’s just these two.

Once Ritsu has sneaked past his parents’ room and dumped his bag in his (as predicted, completely unchanged) room, he collapses onto the sofa with them, infinitely grateful for a chair that wasn’t actively trying to murder his back. For the rest of the train ride back, he’d had the good sense to shove another hoodie in between his neck and the window, and it had served as a pillow well enough, but God, his neck was killing him. Well, at least he’d come out of it better off than the businessman, who’d walked off of the train with an imprint of a keyboard on his forehead. Teru curls the other end of the sofa and Mob sits in the middle between them, pulling a pillow into his lap. Ritsu flops down with his head on it, scooching around until he’s mostly comfortable.

The silence that falls over the room is drowsy and comfortable, despite the muffled screaming coming from the television set. He knows that when his parents wake up in a few hours, there’ll be a barrage of hugs and wet kisses and questions about his school and his dorm and his grades and his friends, and a thousand other things that had always seemed so important this last year, when they took up every waking moment of his time, but thinking back now, feel so minuscule and pointless, just part of the drivel of everyday life. So for now, he’s content to let his eyes glaze over until the light from the TV fades into a blue haze that fills the room and lulls him into a sense of nothingness. He must fall into that grey area between asleep and awake, because at some point he becomes aware that Mob and Teru are talking, but he only catches snippets, keeps drifting off too much to follow the flow of the conversation. He catches, “-opening up the office this week? Shishou said…” from his brother, and something like “Ugh, please, no,” from Teru. Mob comments at some point on Ritsu falling asleep, and he’s not, not quite, but he’s also not nearly awake enough to dispute the fact. The only time he properly wakes up is when he feels Teru’s socked toes poking his head, playing with his hair. “-have got to cut this,” he’s saying, and his voice is soft and syrupy-slow, so Ritsu guesses he’s not too far off from sleep himself. “I mean, I know he’s got college and everything, but would it kill him to buy a pair of scissors?” Ritsu attempts to respond, but he all that comes out of his mouth is a series of jumbled word-sounds that are half-muffled by the cushion in his face, so he has to take a moment to blink himself awake and reorient himself before he can mumble, “I did trim it.” It’s not his fault if his hair is gravity’s natural enemy. And sure, he could actually get himself a proper haircut in between breaks, but in his defense, he doesn’t have to pay Teru.

“This is it trimmed? I’m actually scared to imagine you growing it out.”

Ritsu makes a noncommittal hmm noise, just for the sake of acknowledging that something was said. He blinks slowly at the wall on the other side of the room, having to take a moment to remember where, exactly, he is. The TV has been turned off at some point, so the only light in the living room is coming from the windows, whatever muted grey light has managed to slip above the horizon and filter through the clouds. It’s not quite dawn yet, Ritsu thinks, but it will be soon. He thinks he could probably get up now, maybe should get up, and weighs the option in his mind. Pros: good coffee and food in the kitchen. Actually being awake at a normal time to talk to everyone today. Cons: this sofa is very comfortable and warm. He manages to make himself turn his head to look up, and sees that above him, his brother is either already asleep, or most of the way there. Listening carefully, he can hear Teru’s breathing shift into something that’s just a little too close to snoring to be conscious. The movement, however small, makes something twist in his stomach and crawl up his throat, the weird sort of nausea that screams too early! Waaaaay too early! Well, if nobody else is awake…

—

He actually, properly, really wakes up to the sound of his mother talking, and the smell of something sweet filling the house.

“Shigeo, close the bedroom doors, or the whole house will smell like cinnamon!” Teru shouts back, “You say that like it’s a bad thing!” and Ritsu hadn’t realized that Teru was still on the sofa with him, so it almost scares him out of his skin. He feels toes poking at his head again, sharper jabs than earlier, and he has to take a moment to admire his brother’s willingness to compromise in a relationship, because really, even on a sofa, who sleeps in their socks? Teru’s voice is gentle when he speaks, as if he hadn’t just bellowed halfway across the house. “Hey, Ritsu, you should wake up. Your mom is making breakfast.” Ritsu rolls onto his back, groaning and blinking blearily at the ceiling as he listens to the distant sound of the bedroom doors shutting. Mob has somehow extracted himself from under Ritsu at some point, because his head is a lot lower than he remembers, and he can hear his voice from somewhere else in the house. Not loud enough to catch what he’s saying, but gentle and distinct enough to identify it as him. His mother’s response is drowned out by the clattering sound of a pan or a pot in the sink, but he’s guessing that Mob must’ve been sent to fetch them, because Ritsu hears, or… wait, no, more senses him approaching. He’s always had a little bit of trouble distinguishing his psychic sense from his physical ones when first waking up. He’s staring, eyes half-lidded, at a little dark speck on the off-white ceiling, so he can only really see a vague idea of Mob’s location as he comes up to the back of the sofa, leaning over to speak quietly to Teru. “Is he awake?” “I think so? His eyes are certainly open, but that doesn’t mean much with him, does it?” Mob laughs softly, more of a quick exhale than anything. “Not really. I’m setting the table. I’ll come and get you when it’s done.” He can’t be certain, but he’s pretty sure that Mob just leaned down to drop a kiss on Teru’s head, so he does his duty as a little brother and makes a face. It’s brattish, sure, and above his maturity level by far. He likes Teru quite a bit, and they’ve had mature, adult conversations in which Ritsu described in precise detail exactly what he would do to Teru if he ever hurt his brother intentionally, but, well. He did just finish his first year of college, so he’s reserving the right to be childish and annoying at least once. He leans his head back until he can make eye contact with Teru and stick his tongue out. Teru, smug bastard that he is, just raises an eyebrow and says, “Ah, I guess he is awake.”

Mob, still leaning over the back of the sofa, beams at him. “Ritsu! Morning. There’s French toast, are you hungry?” He hadn’t really noticed until this exact moment, but holy shit, he is starving. Sure enough, as soon as he steps foot near the dining table, his mother and father are all over him. He manages to get through his mother’s almost violent physical affection with minimal injuries, just by virtue of being much taller than her. His father’s bear hug, on the other hand, is a whole other ordeal. Still, he finds himself sat at the dining table with a plate in front of him, with Mob on his left, and Teru sat on the short end to his right. Despite quite a bit of it being about him, most of the conversation seems to pass right over his head, with Teru and his brother fending off most of his parents’ questions. Most of them seem to be just for the sake of chatting during breakfast, seeing as they already know what his roommates are like, how he likes his professors, and how he did on his finals. His mother had made a habit of calling him at least once every week while he was away, “just to check in”. It always feels like family dinners with Teru and his parents should be unspeakably awkward. Sure, his parents seem… okay with Mob and Teru, at least to their faces, although they seem convinced that either Teru and Mob are just really good friends, or that Mob is eventually going to get over this “phase of his” and marry that nice Takane girl he’d gone to school with. Bad enough that he’s not even going to school, he’d overheard his father say once, without this nonsense on top of everything else.

Still, Teru has something of an irresistible personality, a natural charm that has only grown under Reigen’s watchful eye. A single sentence and a sweeping gesture could enrapture a whole room, and he could talk you out of your life savings and leave you thanking him for it. Turning up the charm for his boyfriend’s parents is hardly any effort at all. Spirits and Such is lucky to have him. Ritsu is certainly grateful for the way Teru sends his parents’ questions flying back at them with a smile, leaving Ritsu to work his way through his toast and gulp down coffee until he feels at least marginally alive.

It also doesn’t hurt Teru’s case that he insists on helping to clear the table, and offers to do the dishes until Ritsu’s mother actually kicks him out of the kitchen.

Ritsu’s still feeling a little hazy; Shou has described jetlag to him, and although he knows it has to do with timezones, he’s starting to think it might also be a general lethargy that comes with travelling long distances. Still, he’s awake enough to thank his mother for breakfast, and walk through to help Teru and Mob to fold up just about every blanket in the house, and put them back in their rightful places. Ritsu ends up with an old fluffy blanket piled in his hands, bright green with little cows printed on it, and he’s already halfway through the door to Mob’s old room before he remembers that there’s no bedroom in here anymore. He squints at the makeshift studio, trying to recall what it had looked like before Mob had moved out. The bed had been by the closet… No, they’d moved it so it was by the window eventually, so he could keep it open during the summer. His desk had been replaced by a bigger one, with an old-looking sewing machine plugged in on top of it. He feels like the room had been so much bigger when his brother had been in it, although, admittedly, he hadn’t had much stuff to fill it with. Now, between the desk, the piles of fabric heaped around the room, the… well, he assumes they’re quilts… it feels cluttered. Unfamiliar, certainly. Where did this stuff even come from? I don’t recognize any of it. “Ritsu?” Mob’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts, and he makes his way quickly back to the living room, pausing to shove the blanket into a hall closet as he passes. Teru starts speaking to him as soon as he’s in the room, even as he’s simultaneously typing on his phone at a frankly alarming speed. “Oi, Ritsu. We’re not opening the office this week, but we should probably head over there later today. That way, you can see Da- uh, Reigen, and I’ll take care of your hair quickly. Get it over with, you know? We can go out to lunch and stuff afterwards.” That last bit strikes Ritsu has odd, said with a tone that’s just barely on-edge,  like Teru thinks he needs some incentive to go out with them. Still, it probably doesn’t really matter. He’s probably just trying to think of a way to get Ritsu to agree to eat at one of the bizarre, alleged ‘restaurants’that he seems to frequent. So, Ritsu sits down on the sofa beside Teru, saying, “You just can’t stand to look at my bangs falling in my face anymore.” Teru neither confirms nor denies, just keeps typing, which is enough of an admission in itself. “Yeah, sure, sounds like a plan. I just need to shower and stuff first.” Teru nods. “Yeah, Mob’s already getting ready. I was thinking we set off in, oh, forty-five minutes?” “Alright.”

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[santafe1899-blog]

ykno what nvm answer all of them dickhead

fuck u 

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

u

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

outgoin

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

i see every1 i love p frequently tbh

4. Are you easy to get along with?

i reckon so

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

yeah i trust em to (if they aint all drunk themselves)

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

like 80% of the population

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

i reckon i got p good odds tbh

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

uhh helena cuz she just gave me a hug bless her

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

yes. deeply.

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

u

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

‘love u mom’

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

choose any from this

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

f u c k   y e s

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

ehhhh idk not rly

15. What good thing happened this summer?

so much?? bfs?? top surgery??? its been a good summer

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

give me

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

al wouldnt be cuddling me rn if i didnt

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

i dont even remember his name

19. Do you like bubble baths?

i dont have them often but theyre cool

20. Do you like your neighbors?

yeah theyre chill

21. What are you bad habits?

o god so many. drinkin paint waters prolly the worst one

22. Where would you like to travel?

santa fe

23. Do you have trust issues?

uhh nah

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

talkin 2 the ppl i love

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

well itll b GONE in 5 days SOO

26. What do you do when you wake up?

go back 2 sleep

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

nah

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

the bfs

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

uhh nah

30. Do you ever want to get married?

howd that even work

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?

we just tested n Yes

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

there r so many options wtf…the richest 2

33. Spell your name with your chin.

mjnac mjk

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

soccer 4 lyfe (im a forward)

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

y would u ask me this

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

im shit at that tbh i always end up spillin. prolly my elementary school crush cuz i got over it in a week

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

i usually awkward laugh

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

uhhh… im tryina think a the similarities btwn the bfs…uhh…nice smile

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

somewhere w food

40. What do you want to do after high school?

art

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

nope

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

m concentratin

43. Do you smile at strangers?

sometimes?

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

outer space

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

food. promise a seein the bfs

46. What are you paranoid about?

uhhh losin people

47. Have you ever been high?

yep

48. Have you ever been drunk?

yep

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

dont think so

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

navy blu

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

yeahh

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

i mean… appearance wise its already changin. but i reckon i cld prolly be less brash

53. Favourite makeup brand?

uhhhh idek know more than 2 makeup brands

54. Favourite store?

food

55. Favourite blog?

mine. uh jk like…the bfs? idk i only rly follow my friends n art blogs

56. Favourite colour?

blue

57. Favourite food?

mac n cheese

58. Last thing you ate?

a bagel

59. First thing you ate this morning?

pancakes

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

i won like 10 art competitions in elementary

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

bein a little shit once

62. Been arrested? For what?

vandalism rip

63. Ever been in love?

yeah i am rn

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

wed been datin for a month. we kissed then we both laughed

65. Are you hungry right now?

when aint i

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

theyre the same

67. Facebook or Twitter?

uhh twitter

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

tumblr

69. Are you watching tv right now?

nah

70. Names of your bestfriends?

medda, crutchie, albo, spot, davey, kath

71. Craving something? What?

when isnt it mac n cheese

72. What colour are your towels?

like… a few diff ones

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

2

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

nah

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

uhh like…1? i didnt get 2 bring my childhood ones n i aint the kinda person 2 collect em

75. Favourite animal?

dogs tbh

76. What colour is your underwear?

black rn

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

chocolate

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

cookies n cream

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

blue

80. What colour pants?

grey

81. Favourite tv show?

b99

82. Favourite movie?

hot fuzz

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

mean girls??? obv??? mean girls 2 was shit we all know that

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

mean girls

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

janis

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

nemo for sure

87. First person you talked to today?

crutchie

88. Last person you talked to today?

u

89. Name a person you hate?

u

90. Name a person you love?

you

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

yeah a lot

92. In a fight with someone?

not actively

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

too many (never too many)

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

prolly like..3

95. Last movie you watched?

spirit

96. Favourite actress?

m e d d a

97. Favourite actor?

idk a hot one

98. Do you tan a lot?

i tend 2 burn more

99. Have any pets?

theo

100. How are you feeling?

gay

101. Do you type fast?

moderately?

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

yeeeeah

103. Can you spell well?

im ok

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

yeah

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

fuck yeah

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

uhh … yeah

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

yeah

108. What should you be doing?

payin attention 2 al

109. Is something irritating you right now?

yeah im hangin out w this rlly annoyin guy rn :/

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

yeah.

111. Do you have trust issues?

not rly

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

uhh theo

113. What was your childhood nickname?

id rly rather Not

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

yeah

115. Do you play the Wii?

i mean sometimes but we dont got one

116. Are you listening to music right now?

yeah we have a playlist on

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

yeah

118. Do you like Chinese food?

yeah

119. Favourite book?

football

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

as much as like, ny1 is

121. Are you mean?

sometimes?

122. Is cheating ever okay?

absolutely not

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

nope

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

nah, just lust

125. Do you believe in true love?

yeah

126. Are you currently bored?

nah

127. What makes you happy?

theo, paintin, the bfs, medda

128. Would you change your name?

been there done that

129. What your zodiac sign?

cancer

130. Do you like subway?

yeah sure

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

“we did this already”

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

al

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

tbh ‘cause I’m never going down, im never giving up, im never gonna leave, so put your hands up, if you like me, then say you like me.’ mean a lot rn

134. Can you count to one million?

i mean…probably?

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

“im straight”

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

closed

137. How tall are you?

5’10”

138. Curly or Straight hair?

i got str8 hair

139. Brunette or Blonde?

brunette by majority rules

140. Summer or Winter?

summer

141. Night or Day?

day

142. Favourite month?

july. 4 no reason…..

143. Are you a vegetarian?

nope

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

milk

145. Tea or Coffee?

ughh tea if i have 2. just give me a red bull

146. Was today a good day?

yeah

147. Mars or Snickers?

mars

148. What’s your favourite quote?

“it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live”

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

yeah sure

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

“Well – I don’ like sayin’ the name if I can help it. No one does.”

#muckity-mucks