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razorblade180 · 10 months

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Jealous Knight Shade

For context, some of yall might remember this story. It’s really old and I just found out a tumblr update completely ruined the format and wouldn’t let me fix the og post. So I had to completely re structure, add, and edit it as a new post.

[Jaune’s Dorm]

Radio:Good morning Ladies and Gentlemen! It’s a beautiful sunny day completely with a slight breeze and temperatures in the mid seventies. Perfect for the Vale concert!!! *clicked off*

Jaune:*jean shorts and a muscle shirt* I am sooooo pumped for this concert. The lights, the food, but most importantly….

Blake:*in the bathroom getting ready* The one….the only…….Jaune and

Blake: Casey Lee Williams!!!

Jaune:Gods I can’t wait any longer! Blake, how much longer are you gonna take? We’re gonna end up looking wasted anyways.

Blake:I at least want to start the day off looking somewhat presentable. I never been to a concert before; honestly never expected to go to one.

Jaune:Really? I guess it’s a good thing you met someone who always gets tickets with the best view possible!

Blake:I still can’t believe you’ve met her before! I hope I get the chance to as well.

Jaune:That won’t happen as long as you’re in the bathroom. We still gotta catch the flight! (Actually we’re ahead of schedule, but Yang and Sun don’t need to know I’m hanging with Blake alone. A blonde war is the last thing I need.)

Blake:I’m ready! *walking out* how do I look?

Jaune:It’s about ti-*Blake in a purple crop top and black high waisted ripped shorts. Black ankle high converse and some wristbands*

Blake:*nervous* Well..? I knew it was gonna be a little hot out all day; plus I never get the chance just to dress casual.

Jaune:*red* You look good! Like really good; wait that sounded weird. I mean you know…you……it’s nice.

Blake:*giggles* Thanks. I’m guessing you’re ready?

Jaune:Uhh Yeah! *hands her a water bottle* concerts can get exhausting for her. *puts on a string bag* I got a few other things in here since it’s an all day thing.

Blake:Well isn’t someone prepared?

Jaune:I’m a veteran at these sorts of things.

Blake:Then I guess I’m in your hands then; let’s go. *starts walking away*

Jaune:*watching her walk away* …….. *sips water* I am not ready for today…

[Airship]

Jaune:*leaning forward* If I die right now Blake, tell my ghost about the concert.

Blake:Why would you get Airship tickets if you get air sick?

Jaune:It’s the fastest way. Too much traffic on the road and I’m sure you want to get there as soon as possible.

Blake:You don’t have to go that far for me. *leans in a bit* you look like you’re turning green.

Jaune:You say that and get closer to me?

Blake:*leans back* that could’ve been bad. Last thing I need is vomit on me; especially my hair.

Jaune:About that…*points to her bow* you can take that off since we’re off campus. Honestly I doubt anyone at our school is even gonna show up.

Blake:Yeah but….I just want to have a normal day.

Jaune:You’re more normal with it off to me.

Blake:*red* That’s nice to know. Besides my team you’re the first to say that. Thanks…

Jaune:That’s what friends are for. *leaning back* Phew, I think the worst has passed.

Blake:That’s good… *takes off bow and leans on him* glad you’re feeling normal too.

Jaune:*redish* Yep, things are just…. normal between us. Completely…..normal.

[A long airship ride later]

Jaune:*stretching legs* I’ll never get used to how long this trip is. My legs still feel *Blake runs passed him* asleep…..

Blake:*Looking at the venue* Wow….*it's basically like Coachella*

Blake:There’s so much of it, we'll do everything! It’s almost a little overwhelming. *ears wiggling*

Jaune:*Smiles don’t take it all in at once; you’ll go mad. First things first *pats her stomach* food.

Blake:I had half a mind to claw you just now. *stomach rumbles* but you’re right…

Jaune:Let’s go then, pizza is always a safe bet. *starts walking* I’m pretty sure it’s to our right.

Blake:Uhhh you might want to try left.

Jaune:Huh, really?

Blake:*points to her ears* I can hear essentially everything around here. I here grills to our right, and oven timers to the left.

Jaune:Blake….you’re amazing. Do you know how much of a maze this place can be!?

Blake:It’s no big deal. Still, there’s a lot of people here. I bet there’s a line for food.

Jaune:I can deal with that as long as I know where I am going.*grabs her hand* Let’s go!

Blake:Wait just a- *gets pulled onlookers staring at them*

Blake:Uh, I think people are staring at us.

Jaune:*looking around* I…think you’re right.

Blake:*folds her ears* I thought you said people wouldn’t care about my ears?

Jaune:*pulls out his hoodie and puts it on Blake. It goes down to her hips* Believe me, it’s not your ears. *starts walking behind her.

Blake:? *realization* Ohhhhh *red*

Jaune:Just ignore them and you’ll be fine.

Blake:I’ll try.

Stranger:*whistles* I think this is the first time I cat called a pretty kitty. What do you say about being with a dog?

Blake:Sorry, I’m not a fan of mutts.

Everyone:Ooooooohhhhh!

Stranger:What was that you little-

Jaune:*wraps arm around her waist* Walk away while you can dude. She may be the Faunus but I’m the one who bites.

Blake:*red* (That’s hot; why did it sound so hot!?)

Stranger:…..*stomps off embarrassed*

Jaune:I swear this place is awesome. Some people are just hot heads.

Blake:It’s alright! (He smells nice) Uhh maybe you should keep your arm around me. Just to be safe.

Jaune:Sure *starts walking happily*

Blake:(How did he do that!? Intense one second and happy the next!?)

Jaune:Wanna get some drinks?

Blake:We can’t buy any.

Jaune:*pulls out two fake IDs* I mean....Blake:......Have you always been this much of a rebel?

Jaune:I like to have fun when I can and I want to show you a good time.

Blake:*pondering* You know this is illegal.

Jaune:So is terrorism

Blake:Can’t argue with that; let’s get wasted!

Jaune:Yeah!!!!!*12 hours later*

Blake:*wakes up in a random bed* Ugh my head. Where am I? *sees she’s not wearing a shirt* What did I do!? Who did I do!?

Jaune:*laying on a couch* Look whose awake. *throws her aspirin* btw you slept with no one and this is Casey’s tour RV.

Blake:I met Casey!?

Jaune:You don’t remember?

Blake:.....No!

Jaune:We drank, the show started and we started singing your favorite song…

Blake:From Shadows is underrated.

Jaune:Yes it is. After that some more people started flirting with you and one grabbed your butt. After that I hit him and Casey had her roadies kick him out. She then proceeded to buy everyone drinks....

Blake:God she is a national treasure.

Jaune:After that we got to go back stage where I introduced you two and you turned into a total fangirl. You wanted an autograph but then you passed out and now we’re here.

Blake:That’s it?Jaune......[Last night backstage]

Jaune:*slightly buzzed* Blake, this is my good friend Casey.

Casey:Hello! Nice to meet a fan; also an old friend. *goes to hug Jaune*

Blake:*thoroughly drunk* Excuse me miss Williams! *grabs his arm* But he is taken!

Jaune:Uhhh what?

Casey:*snorts* What?

Blake:This man *hic* right here....is mine! He spent the whole day showing me an absolute great time! *rubs his chest* I intend on repaying the favor tonight.

Jaune:*bright red* You’re drunk Blake....

Blake:Drunk off of your love hehehe *almost falls over*

Jaune:*lifts her over his shoulder* I’m sorry for her. She’s usually super chill.

Casey:I believe it. Maybe I’ll get to meet her with less fireball in her system.

Blake:.....You have a cute butt Jaune. Not as cute as mine but still pretty nice.

Casey:*laughing*

Jaune:Oh boy....do you mind if we crash in your RV? I don’t think she’s quite travel ready.

Casey:No problem, *autographs an album and puts it in his bag* I figure she would want a souvenir.

Jaune:Thanks *turns around and walks away*

Casey:*waves* Bye Blake!Blake:I will fight you for him. You may be amazing but I call dibs! He’s getting laid tonight!

Jaune:You are going to bed!

Casey:*hysterical laughter*

Jaune:*puts Blake on the bed* Sleep!

Blake:Awww but I’m not tired. *takes off her shirt* Maybe you can fix that for me.

Jaune:(Why can’t this happen when we’re sober?) Blake go to sl- *pulled into her arms*

Blake:Come oooooon! I promise it’ll be fun.

Jaune:You’re drunk Blake, that makes it wrong.

Blake:Terrorism and Fake ID’s are wrong.

Jaune:I mean you’re not wr- no! *pulks himself free* Bed, now!

Blake:Fine, we’ll just do it in the morning. *passes out immediately*

Jaune:*flops onto the couch* Sigh, it’s always the quiet ones.

[later]

Jaune:....That’s it. *you got an album by the way.

Blake:Sweet! Thanks for the good time Jaune. Even if it’s a bit hazy *hugs him*

Jaune:Uhhh Blake *red* your shirt.

Blake:Eh, I don’t care. You probably saw them last night.

Jaune:Don’t worry, that’s the only thing I saw.

Blake:Too bad, you could’ve had an amazing night. *whispers in his ear* By the way, Faunus have high alcohol tolerance.

Jaune:*red* Huh!?

Blake:*walking towards the restroom* Well what do you know, this place has its own shower. Can you think of a more perfect way to start a morning?

Jaune:Depends, you remember what you said last night.

Blake:*playfully* Who knows? Maybe you should join me in here and jog my memory Mr. Cute Butt

Jaune:Now that is the best cat calling I’ve heard this entire trip.

#rwby #jaune arc #blake belladonna #rwby knightshade

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unhappycylinder · 1 year

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Hellfire’s Newest Member (Eddie x fem!Reader) Pt. 15

“I don’t see why you don’t just come work at Family Video with me and Steve” Robin cried out, slamming herself against the locker next to yours as you grabbed your books.

“Because, Robin, I dont think I have the time for a full time job on top of school and hellfire and Eddie and adjusting,” you sighed, “I don’t know its just a lot”

“Yeah butttt moneyyyy” she taunted.

“Don’t remind me,” you said slamming your locker. Your dad had been working more and more at the testing facility, meaning you saw him less and less. Its not that he forgot you were there…but he definitely had forgotten to leave you money on more than one occasion. And, since you never saw him, its not like you could really explain to him that $40 every two weeks was not enough to get you groceries or enough food to sustain yourself.

“Look, y/n, I know that its tough with your dad and everything, but come on the perks are endless. I mean we get to hang out after school, and you get paid! Plus there’s like no actual work involved!” Robin was practically yelling as you walked down the hall to your history class.

“So if I say yes does that mean I’m hired?”

“I mean technically Steve is the one who has to actually hire you, but he’s got the hots for you so there’s no doubt in my mind that he will-”

“Wait Robin,” you paused in the hall, your brain spinning at what she just said, “Steve has what for me?”

“Uhhhh nothing! Nothing at all!” She fumbled over her words, “I don’t think I even mentioned Steve, actually, I don’t know how he’s involved in this conversation at all.”

“You said Steve has a crush on me?” You laughed out, a slight blush rising to your cheeks.

“Okay Y/n look, I totally fucked up right there. Steve told me he thought you were pretty after you came to work with us after school a couple weeks ago, and ever since then he hasn’t stopped talking about you,” Robin talked so fast you could hardly keep up, “so I asked him the other day if he had a thing for you and well, he didn’t exactly say no”

“Ugh Robin!” You groaned, throwing your head back, “now its gonna be so awkward whenever I’m at work with you guys!”

“So you’ll take the job?” She exclaimed.

“Because I know you won’t stop spiraling until I say so, yes I��ll take the job, but I’m gonna need these Steve details so I know what I’m getting myself into”

“Yes! Oh my gosh yes! We’re totally gonna be coworkers!” Robin jumped up and down, grasping your arm tightly.

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

—

“Come on, come on, hurry up losers,” Steve said impatiently as he beckoned you and Robin into his car after school.

“Hey Stevie,” Robin smiled sweetly at him from the passenger seat.

“Robin,” he looked at her quizzically, “someone’s in a good mood today. The hell did you say to her y/l/n?” he asked, turning around to face you.

“I may or may not have accepted a certain job offer…” you bit your lip as your eyes found Steve’s.

His mouth hung open in shock as his eyes slid from yours to Robin’s, who was eagerly bouncing up and down in the passenger seat.

“You- wait what?” Steve squealed, turning to face you in the backseat, a blush flushing across his cheeks.

“Robin said you guys had a job offering and that I should take it sooooo”

“Well yeah we did,” he turned to Robin, his hair bouncing over his forehead as he nodded, “but I didn’t think you’d be the one to take it”

“Oh I’m sorry if I’ve disappointed you, Stevie,” you drawled out the last word.

— Steve’s POV —

Stevie…that damn nickname. It was bad enough that Y/n was now gonna be working with you, but now she had adopted Robin’s taunting nickname?? And you hated to admit how sweet it sounded coming from her lips.

Your eyes lingered on hers for a moment too long after she said that before panic set in and you quickly snapped around to the front of the car, hands finding the steering wheel. You could feel Robin’s knowing stare burning holes into the side of your head, and oh lord were you dreading this workday.

Putting the car in drive, you began the silent voyage to family video, fingers nervously tapping the wheel as you coasted down the highway.

“So uhhh,” you broke the silence, finding y/n’s eyes in the rearview mirror, “Munson let you off the hook today?”

Y/n sighed, shaking her head as she smiled out her window, “Eddie isn’t my babysitter, Steve. Besides, he was pretty excited when I told him I got this job.”

“Oh yeah?” Surprise filled your voice, “I’m surprised the freak wasn’t bugging out at the idea of not getting to spend every waking second of everyday with you,” you scoffed.

“Stevie if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were jealous,” y/n teased, her eyes returning to the mirror just in time to catch the blush that spread rapidly across your cheeks.

Robin whipped around at that statement, muttering y/n’s name under her breath.

“What?” she responded, eyes going wide at Robin as she turned around and slicked back her hair with her hands.

So, signs point to y/n knowing about your crush on her. Shit. You never should have trusted Robin…told her you thought y/n was cute even though you knew full-well she was head over heels for Eddie Munson.

That freak? You thought to yourself as the car fell back into silence, wondering about how Y/n could have been yours if you had just managed to get in before Eddie had. You could make her happier than he ever could.

— Y/n's POV —

Steve pulled into the family video lot, your eyes not leaving his face the entire drive, hoping to yourself that he hadn't caught you. He was a good looking guy, Steve, and you couldn't help but feel flattered after hearing Robin tell you how he was the king of Hawkin’s High for his 4 years, and how every girl wanted nothing more than to hang on the arm of Steve Harrington.

But no. You were with Eddie. You loved Eddie more than anything. He had shown you nothing but kindness since you got here and had welcomed you fully into his space with no hesitation…but then so had Steve. He was totally your type; tall, great hair, freckles, real cute, goofy. He was no Eddie, he lacked that edge, that spark that Eddie had that made you feel so giddy inside.

“So y/n since it's your first day,” Steve snapped you out of your trance as you all walked up to the front door, “I think we're just gonna have you chill behind the counter with us and kinda observe everything we do”

“Sounds good to me,” you shrugged, entering the building as Steve held the door for you.

You introduced yourself to the daytime employees as Robin and Steve took over for them at the desk, taking a seat on the counter next to the register.

“Oh my god y/n this is so totally amazing,” Robin buzzed, running up to you from the back with your very own green vest, “I’ll make you a nametag and you can pick whatever pins you want and slap them on there!” She held the vest up to make sure the sizing was right before handing it over to you and getting to work on your nametag.

“Damn I guess this is really official then huh?” You slid the vest over your t-shirt, smiling at the family video logo now resting on top of your left breast.

“What do y'a think?” You asked as you shifted side to side, flaunting the vest, “do I pull it off alright?”

“You look bbbbonkers gorgeous y/n,” Robin said, slapping her palms against the sides of her cheeks, making you both giggle.

“Yeah no, you uh,” Steve stood in front of you with his hands on his hips as he stared at your vest…at the logo of your vest, “you look great. It looks great. The vest I mean. It looks good on you. You look-”

“I'm gonna stop you there Stevie boy,” Robin came to his rescue, “welcome to the family video family best friend,” she said, gently slapping Steve’s chest.

–

The workday went by quick, with the Dr. Zhivago double vhs playing softly in the background, you and Robin occasionally remarking about how romantic it was, Steve growing more annoyed with each enamored sigh.

Six hours later and your shift was done. Robin grabbed your vests from you and Steve and took them to the back room to hang them up, your nametag now sitting just above the family video logo.

“So y/n, Munson picking you up?” Steve asked while leaning against the counter.

“No uh, I didn't really know what time I’d be done so I told him I’d find a way home tonight”

“Mind if I give you a ride?”

“Yeah actually that'd be great. Last time I turned you down I ended up walking several miles in the dark…which was freaky to say the least”

“Yeah I-” Steve paused, “I was worried about you.”

“Stevie you don't need to be worried about me, I was fine”

“Well regardless, I’m driving you this time, and really any time you need a ride…can't have you walking the streets of Hawkins alone…this place is weirder than it seems”

“Ominous, but okay,” you laughed as Robin came back to the front

“You buffoons ready to go?”

“Let's do it.” Robin slung her arm around you as you all retreated to Steve’s car, him locking the store behind you.

–

“Alright miss Buckley, your stop.” Steve drummed on the steering wheel as he waited for Robin to hop out.

“Thanks, as always, for the ride Stevie. You two kids get home safe,” she winked at Steve as she grabbed her backpack and closed the door behind her.

“Bye y/n, see you tomorrow for our favorite class in the world!” Robin yelled as she walked towards her house.

“Cant wait,” you yelled back at her, chuckling to yourself.

“So are you gonna stay back there like I'm some chauffeur or are you gonna hop up here?” Steve asked, turning around to face you, his hand gripping the headrest of the passenger seat, drawing your eyes to it.

“I don't know Harrington you make a pretty good chauffeur”

“Come here,” Steve said lowly, gesturing towards the front seat with a nod.

You blushed, grabbing your backpack as you exited the backseat and slid into Robin’s, setting your back beneath your feet.

“Better?” You taunted, Steve’s hand still resting on your headrest.

“Much.” He brought his hand down to put the car in drive, returning it to the wheel after. You couldn't help but feel an emptiness at his hand not being there.

“Where am I taking you?” He asked quizzically, “I just kinda started driving,” he laughed.

“You mind taking me to Eddie’s? It's pretty close, you're going the right way already actually,” you laughed with him.

“Yeah sure,” you couldn't help but notice the defeat in his tone.

“So I hear you used to be the king of Hawkin’s High…” you tried to begin conversation.

“Oh,” he blushed, “that’s what Robin’s been telling you huh?”

“Oh yeah. She told me all about how popular and untouchable you were. How all the girls wanted to date Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington,” you said with air quotes and all.

Steve laughed, “is that so?”

“What?”

“All the girls at Hawkins High want to date me…” he hummed, an amused grin across his face, “I suppose that’d include you wouldn't it?”

“I said wantED Steve, don't get ahead of yourself buckaroo,” you said through a smile and a blush, one which Steve definitely noticed.

“I don't know y/n, the color of your cheeks right now is telling me something different,” he tapped nervously on his wheel, trying to hide his anxiety through his flirtatious voice.

“Steve, you're literally driving me to my boyfriend's house as we speak…” you suggested.

Steve just looked at you, eyebrows raised, begging you to continue.

You laughed, “oh my god don't look at me like that!”

“Like what?” He laughed back.

“Like you want me to say something else! There's nothing else to say!” You held your hands up in defense.

“Alright whatever you say.” Steve chuckled as his eyes returned to the road, Eddie’s trailer only a block away, “but that doesn't mean I have to believe you L/n”

The sound of gravel crunching signaled that you were pulling into Eddie’s driveway. You began to pack up your things as Steve parked the car, turning to face you as his arm reclined on the wheel.

“Believe what you want Harrington, I know where I stand” you said with a smile and a friendly wink as you opened the car door and stepped out.

“Oh I will y/n, believe me I will,” he said, making you laugh and shake your head.

He definitely was smooth, and confident, you had to give him that.

“You are a pain in my side Steve Harrington, you know that?”

“Just happy to be there Y/n L/n” and with that he gave you a small salute and drove away, leaving you blushing, alone, on your boyfriend’s porch.

You turned to face the door, hand coming up to gently knock on his door, careful not to wake his uncle in case he was home. Before you could make contact though, the door swung open to reveal a very ticked off Eddie Munson.

Taglist: @definitelynotecho @sadbitchfangirl @lfaewrites @tlclick73

#eddie fic #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things smut #stranger things 4

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frenchiefitzhere · 9 months

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💕💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕💕

This has been sitting in my ask box for a week now and I was having a hard time deciding between all my individual works, so today I'm going to talk about... ✨a collection✨ In terms of songs, I was pretty happy with this, making 7 songs (plus a few bonuses, with one still to be released...oop) for Winter Solstice Week based on a prompt list from a friend. Meeting deadlines is very satisfying. (Don't tell that to my unfinished virtual choir project that I meant to have done before the channelversary 😅) There was a prompt for each day of the week, but you could choose which Redacted characters went with each day. So I did... 1) "Avior's Winter Dreamscape" (Prompt: Wonderland). I think this one turned out sooooo pretty. 2) "Hearth Song" for Damien and Huxley (Prompt: Hearth) **P.S. I would LOVE for someone(s) to cover this so it doesn't just sound like me pretending to be two dudes. Like, I can kinda do voices but it's harder when you're singing lol. Seriously, though, if you want the backing track, I'll send it.**

3) "This Winter's Gonna Bite" for Vega (Prompt: Snow). This might be one of my favorite songs I've ever done. The instrumentation tickles me. Big ol' Christmas bells while Vega sings about what a dick he is and how happy that makes him. 4) "Cookies for My Empathy Daemon" (Prompt: Holiday). In the style of 'I want a hippopotamus for Christmas' and 'Dominic the Donkey', this was a silly song and one of the first I finished. The idea is that Santa doesn't actually eat the cookies left out for him; somebody else does. 5) "As Long As I Share It With You" (Prompt: Dinner). Something soft and romantic for the vampire cowboy and his culinarily-inept werewolf lover.

6) "A Healer's New Year" (Prompt: Family). Okay, so I had to do one song as Marie. And 'Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas' is one of my favorites (I love a little bitter with my sweet, what can I say?) 7) "Frenchie's Christmas Wish" (Free space on the prompt list!). This is a meta-song about my little journey through making creative content and sharing it online. And it's a love letter to the fandom. 😘 BONUS TRACKS: "Baby, Mind If I Move in Closer?" inspired by the surprise return of Ivan. This is more a vignette than a full song. A little moment. All the lyrics, except for one, I either ripped (with credit) from 'Baby It's Cold Outside' or the actual script for the audio. It's meant to be a bit dark. Like Ivan. "There's Snow Way I'm Gonna Let You Go" for Regulus. Around the same time of the WSW prompt list, I signed up for a fic/gift exchange, and a jazzy little yandere number is what I came up with for that. STILL TO COME: I have a 'Blake and Bestie snuggling with hot cocoa' song finished, but I'm very blocked in terms of production. It'll happen.

#thanks for asking romi!!!#romi 🌻#frenchie answering asks

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uumm24 · 10 months

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allow me to recap the past two days:

saturday- got 🍃 as FUCK w my friends and went out to eat. thankfully i had already worked out and before i went, the only thing i had to eat was a rice cake. however, i ate sooooo fucking much plus i had like 5 cookies after eating which in and of itself is more cals than i usually eat in a day.

sunday- father’s day. all my dad wanted to do was barbecue so we did. i had two hot dogs, hella chips and dip, and ice cream at the end of the day. OH and we celebrated at church too and i had a plate there plus the desserts they were serving. i did not have time to work out.

today- i just ate my leftovers??? for no fucking reason. i think i was doing the thing where i eat uncontrollably and my rationale is “now the food isn’t gonna be there to binge later”. anyways, it wasn’t too much but i also had a piece of brownie and i can’t calculate the cals so i’m gonna give myself at most 200 cals remaining for today.

my “under 120 pounds” by the end of the month dream seems to be dwindling before me. i didn’t get a chance to weigh myself yesterday like i wanted to so idk where i stand. ten days left of this month and i continue to be delusional. i think i’m probably gonna be back to like 126 when i check tomorrow. today my mission is to clear my system bc tmi but i haven’t had a bowel movement in days so all that good from over the weekend is still in my system.

so um that’s my update. another day of laying my whole life out on this app for strangers to see

#tw ana diary #ed bllog #thinnsp0 #tw calories #thiinsp0 #thin$po #i want to be weightless #tw ana shit #tw ed in the tags #tw ana trigger #tw weight #tw edd #edblrr

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your-nerd-is-showing · 3 years

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Gojo x Reader: Bath time Fun

NSFW AFTER PHOTO

Artist Credit to @Rennca_ on Twitter

“Good morning my beautiful (Y/N)!” Gojo came in waking you up with breakfast in bed. He placed the food down and jumped into bed cuddling with you.

You rolled over and kissed Gojo. “Good morning my love!”

“Eat up while I draw a bubble bath for us to share!”

“Satoru thank you!” You grabbed his hand pulling back into bed giving him another kiss.

Gojo went into the bathroom to start your bubble bath, he put a custom made cupcake scented bath bomb that had a surprise in the center of it, along with vanilla bubble bath foam to hide the gift. He hid a vibrator on the side of the tub.

He hurried his way back into the bedroom just in time as you finished breakfast to collect the tray. “I’ll be right back my love don’t move!” He winked at you as he disappeared and was back before you knew it. He picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. “Are you ready for an amazing bath my love?” He asked as he started to undress you.

“Mmmmmm y-yes I am Satoru.” You wined out as he kissed your neck and groped your breasts. “O-ohhhhhhh!” You shivered at his touch as he slipped his hand into your pajama shorts. “S-Sa-Satoruuuuuu!” Your legs started to tremble as he rubbed your clit and slipped your shorts off with his other hand.

Gently groping your butt he pushed you towards the bathtub. “Mmmmmm that’s a good girl.” He cooed as he bent you over the tub and got down on his knees.

You looked down to see Gojo under you as he dove face first into your soaking core. “Ohhhhhh Satoruuuuuu!” You moaned out as he nibbled on your clit making you almost lose your balance as your knees buckled.

“Don't worry I got you baby girl.” He held your hips as he slowly lowered you onto his face instantly making you squirt as he nipped at your clit.

You grabbed onto the tub as you grinded on his face. “Oooooooh Sa-to-ru!” Your hips started to buck as he flicked his tongue, you could feel the tension is your stomach starting to build as you grinded on his face. “F-fuck S-Satoru I'm-I'm gonna cum!” You moaned out just as you were about to reach your climax he stopped. “Wh-what the hell Satoru why did you stop!?” You yelled in frustration as you got off of him.

“You're not allowed to cum for me yet my sweet, sweet (Y/N).”

You glared at him. “….Fine….”

“Oh don’t worry I plan on having you screaming my name within the next few minutes my love.” He flashed you a sexy smile as he got undressed.

You got lost looking at his gorgeously chiseled features completely forgetting why you were mad at him. You couldn’t help but stare and stare some more at your inhumanly beautiful boyfriend. You always questioned how you got so lucky and ended up with the hottest guy in Tokyo, well you thought he was the hottest guy in Tokyo…. And according to the constant love notes he got from admirers he was definitely a catch. “How did I get so lucky?” You cooed.

“What do you mean beautiful? I’m the lucky one here.” He said as he pulled you into his arms.

You shook your head. “No I am…. I am dating the most handsome, sweet, sexy, caring, wonderful man in Tokyo….. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure this isn’t a dream!” You giggled. “Never in my life did I think someone like me could end up with someone like you Satoru.”

“What do you mean by that love?” He asked confused.

“I just never thought I was anything special, I never really stood out and from knowing you, you seemed like the type to want to date someone more interesting than me.” You chuckled.

He shrugged. “Baby girl you’re very interesting! You’re the only girl I’ve ever met who didn’t have an instant crush on me. That’s what made me want you! I hate it when girls throw themselves at me so willingly, I love a challenge in a girl.” He smirked at you.

“Well I did have an instant crush on you but I didn’t want to throw myself at you…. That seems desperate and rather unattractive. Plus I saw all those girls fawning over you so I never thought I had a chance….”

“When I saw you that first day standing in the corner away from everyone looking so shy and so cute with your little black dress on. I knew then I had to make you mine.”

“I remember that day all too well….” You laughed. “All the other girls looked like they wanted to murder me when you walked up and started talking to me completely ignoring everyone else. It was so amusing to watch their reactions as you flirted with me.”

“Honestly I wasn’t even paying any attention to any of them…. My eyes were glued to you and you alone as I watched you become a hot mess while I flirted with you.”

“Well not knowing you from a hole in the wall you were rather intimidating with those gorgeous eyes and the fact that I am so tiny compared to you. You tower over me Mr. 6’4” and lil 5’4” me I'm like a little toy compared to you Satoru.”

He picked you up and held you close. “You fit perfectly in my arms, I love small girls…. It’s kind of a fetish for me.” He chuckled. “Me being so big and tall I just love someone small that I can pick up and toss around.” He cupped your butt as you wrapped your legs around his torso moaning as his length rubbed against your slit.

“S-Satoru!” You wined out as he carried you into the bathtub and sat you in his lap facing him. You placed your legs on each side of Gojo straddling him as you leaned in kissing him passionately.

Without you noticing Gojo reached down to grab the vibrator, he slowly moved it between your legs and turned it on placing it right on your clit making you moan. He thrusted his hips perfectly sliding inside you.

“Ofh myha gabb Saaftoruuuuuuu!” You moaned into his mouth as he pounded in you. You broke the kiss and held onto his shoulders as you wildly bounced up and down on him. “Oh my God babyyyyyyy! F-fuck just like that Satoruuuuuu!” Your back arched as you slammed down on his cock feeling your walls clench around him you came.

“Mmmmm baby girl that’s it cum all over my dick, God I love the way you feel on him!” He moaned out as he held your hips thrusting deeper and harder.

You held onto Gojo for dear life as he fucked you senseless. “Sa-to-ruuuuuuu! F-fuckkkkk I love youuuuu!” You screamed out in pleasure as you rode him.

Gojo thrusted his hips faster and faster almost making you smack into his head as you bounced up and down. He held onto you pulling you in close so you wouldn’t hit your head as he went deeper.

Suddenly you took control and slowed down the pace rocking your hips savoring the feeling and Gojo's sweet whimpers.

“Ah-ahhhhhh (Y-Y/N-N) fu-fuckkkkk! That feels so-sooooo gooooood!” He moaned out as you fucked him.

“Mmmmmm you like that baby?” You said in a sultry voice.

“Y-yes baby girl please don’t stopppppop!” He howled as he thrusted into you getting in sync going nice and slow. “Fuck I love how you ride him babe.”

You held his shoulders as you kept a steady pace he leaned down and sucked on your nipple. “Ohhhhh babyyyy!”

Suddenly he picked you up and pushed you into the wall spreading your legs as he pounded into you.

“F-fuckkkk Satoruuuuuu! I'm go-gonna cummmmmm again!” You cried out as you squirted.

“Yessssss baby girl that’s it scream my name!” He kept pounding you. “Fuck (Y/N) I'm cummingggggg!” Moaned Gojo as he exploded inside you.

He kissed you. “Now let’s get squeaky clean.” He grabbed your soap and started washing your back, then your front while he played with your boobs making your horny all over again as he pinched your nipples.

“Sa-to-ru….” You wined.

“Hm? Am I turning you on again baby girl?”

You whimpered and nodded.

“Hehe oops.” He said not so innocently.

“You jerk.” You laughed.

He gave you a sexy smile. “I love you cupcake.”

“I love you too Satoru.”

“Yay!” He kissed you.

“You're such a goof.” You felt something floating behind you. “Hm?” You turned around and saw a little plastic container. “What’s this?” You asked picking it up.

“Open it baby girl! It’s the first of many amazing gifts for you today!”

You opened the container and pulled out a beautiful sterling silver necklace with a diamond moon on it. “S-Satoru oh my goodness is that a diamond!?” You stared at the giant diamond in awe, he nodded his head. Your (E/C) eyes grew wider as you looked at beautiful necklace. “It's gorgeous! Thank you so much!” You tackled Gojo tenderly kissing him on the lips.

“You're very welcome my love. Now let’s hurry up and get ready!” He said as he put the necklace on you.

The two of you quickly finished your bath.

“My love! I have something else for you!” Gojo said as he handed you a big box.

You opened the box and took out a beautiful red silk dress. “Satoru….. This is stunning!” The dress truly was stunning it was strapless with a sweetheart neckline, a layer of black lace in a rose pattern laid over the soft red silk. You kept looking through the box and took out the sexy lacy lingerie with matching thigh-high tights. The corset was completely see through and had ties attached for the tights, then you saw the thong. “Ohhhhh Satoru now is the lingerie for your pleasure or mine?” You laughed.

“Both! But mostly for me.” He smirked at you.

“Haha I figured as much!” You kissed him.

“Mmmmm baby girl gimme a lil show while you put that on.”

“Anything for you baby.” You winked at him as you shook your hips doing a sexy dance while you put the thong on. You twirled around and shook your ass in Gojo's face, he grabbed your ass with his giant hands clapping your cheeks together. “Mmmmm baby.” You moaned as he groped your ass before clapping your cheeks again. You twirled back around to face Gojo, smiling at him as you ran your finger along his collar bone, up his neck and under his chin as you pulled him in for a kiss. You broke the kiss to sit on the edge of the tub.

Gojo moved closer to you taking your leg in his grasp he placed sweet kisses all over as he worked his way up to your lips passionately kissing you. He broke the kiss and grabbed the tights slipping them on your legs. Then he grabbed the corset and stood you up to put it on you. He zipped the corset up, tightened the ribbons to give you that perfect hourglass silhouette lastly he fixed the tights so they wouldn’t fall. He gazed upon you completely lost for words as his jaw dropped. “God damn baby girl…. Is it bad that I don’t want to go out now? I could stay here all day just looking at you in that.” He cooed taking you in his arms.

You wrapped your arms around Gojo's neck, getting up on your tippy-toes very close to his lips. “No it’s not a bad thing at all my love but, we can have all the fun in the world later.” You tenderly kissed his lips. “Now let’s finish getting ready.

Gojo kept staring at you as you put the dress and heels on, you stood up so he could get the full view. His jaw almost fell on the ground as he gazed at you, that gorgeous dress hugging every curve perfectly and that corset making your boobs pop out of that sweetheart neckline Gojo started feeling very hot. “Nope I’m taking you again right now!” He scooped you up and brought you to the bedroom.

~ End

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ihatebnha · 3 years

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With the beauty stuff going on here- think Bakugo and Shoto (maybe Shinso?) would comfort their s/o in regards to not entering certain clothing stores? I can't go into a lot of them because all/the majority of their clothes are for skinny/petite women and I can't fit into it. Plus, with all the good looking girls who work in those stores I can't help but compare myself and see the trash I am. Sometimes I get physically sick if I walk into the stores because its so overwhelming. Sigh. Wish those boys would be a comfort, but they'd probably just be awkward or break up wif me. Especially explody boy.

Legend... the only thing that’s trash here is your garbage attitude! I wanna let you know that I’m on the tubbier side, too... so when you say you’re trash, you’re calling me trash, too... and I honestly don’t like that nor do I agree... (and trust me, I hate fitting rooms too... why do you think i only wear pajamas all the time?)

because the truth is...YOU’RE NOT! You just live in a world that favors conventionally attractive and skinny people over everyone else. Obviously it isn’t bad to be either of those things, but we all have a duty to work hard at rewiring our brains to reevaluate society’s sense of beauty (esp since its very eurocentric, too).

it’s also funny you sent me this because I honestly believe that all the boys in bnha like chubby girls (but ofc they don’t discriminate)! im very genuine when i say that EVERYONE is their ideal type, and i could honestly talk for hours about how they’re too busy being heroes to give a crap about petty things such as looks and weight.

the truth is, “real men” (and real partners, for that matter) don’t care if you’re heavy, have beauty marks, anything, so therefore... the bnha boys dont mind those things, either.

plus lmfao... todo, bakugo, and shinso are all actually in my top list of chubby chasers soooo (although im biased and think every character is on that list tbh)...

none of them would break up with you for your insecurities! They of all people understand what it’s like to be ashamed of things (as Bakugo faces feelings of inferiority, Shinso has his quirk, and Todo’s family is bananas), so they would only want to comfort you if you ever expressed your concerns.

Not to mention, they all seem like the type to be in a relationship for the long haul... So if they’re already dating you, it means they’re in it FOR LIFE🤞🏻

Which is why, none of what you do could ever bother them... and as for comforting...

I don’t think either Bakugo, Todo, or Shinso are really going to notice if you don’t want to or can’t go into certain clothing stores. They’re heroes (and boys for that matter💀) with a lot on their mind, so if you mention you don’t like shopping somewhere, they’re just going to assume that you either don’t feel like it or it’s not your style.

Their heads don’t really connect your insecurities with your shopping preferences, simply because they assume you already know what you like to wear and where you like to shop.

In Shinso’s case, while I can see him picking up on some of your subtleties, such as avoiding certain stores and/or sections, he’s probably not really going to think it’s a serious issue or bring up the topic unless you initiate the conversation yourself, mostly because he (doesn’t want to be at the mall) assumes you already know that he likes your body and really doesn’t care what you wear.

That being said, when you are in fitting rooms together, he gets pretty handsy even before you start getting frustrated by things. Definitely distracts you from doing anything by whistling at you or grabbing at your thighs and pulling you between his legs from where he sits on the tiny stool they’ve provided... Also probably puts in some effort beforehand too, helping you pick out things that he likes and are more likely to fit in the first place.

Bakugo is pretty similar to this, as well. With his parents working in the design industry, he definitely has a good eye for sizing and can help you pick out the most accurate things for your body type. He’s actually really useful because you can hold up anything, and he’ll generally have a pretty good idea on whether the style will suit you or not, and if it’s in the right size. This makes trying things on a bit more bearable, as you honestly end up fitting everything you bring into the changing room.

He’s also good to shop with because he’s probably not gonna let you go to any shitty clothing stores either... So wherever you end up going is probably gonna have better stuff that’s in every size, anyway (it’s literally like 2200 and people have quirks... you can’t tell me stores would have things for literally every shape). The nice thing about this too is that everything you end up getting is super comfortable for that exact reason.

Definitely can stay pretty serious in the dressing rooms... but you have to be careful because the moment you guys get home he’s gonna be horn-nee.

Todoroki, on the other side of all of this, is literally motherfucking useless. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be comforting, it’s just he really just doesn’t put the puzzle pieces of your insecurity together AND thinks you look good in everything, regardless... so even if you tried to explain why you hate shopping, he’s just like “but everyone has things they don’t fit?”

HOWEVER..... the redeeming quality about him is.... HE IS RICH!!! And probably grew up with a tailor, and/or at least a family stylist, so once you’re in with him, he just adds you onto the bill for that, too. Say goodbye shopping, hello to having clothing that fits you shipped right to your door... (and Todo just loves staring at you while you get measured for outfits).

SO.... sorry for my earlier harshness... it’s just because I love and care about you sooooo much!! as well as understand what it’s like to feel like a freak in forever 21...

ANYWAY... here’s just some little things I wanted to include, too!

I used to think that Bakugo wouldn’t have a preference for thick girls, but then I saw this tik tok that was like, “my attractive friends always ask me where all the hot and fit boys are.... in these guts bitch” and my perspective changed entirely... I just know a beefy boy like him who has a mean mommy LOVES curves... like you can’t tell me he doesn’t see your belly and absolutely melts... like that shit is straight FAXXXXXXXXXXX no printer... (i also saw a tik tok today that was like, “would you fuck me if i was skinny? and the person said “i would fuck you right now.” and tbh that’s big baku energy LOL)

Todoroki also definitely gives me vibes where if you’re like, “but i look ugly in ____,” he’s just like, “doesn’t matter, it’s you.” AND YES TBH i cried

AND shinso... god tbh shinso is the guy that all your friends are jealous of bc he’s the one who’s like, “I like my women with meat on them” because he doesn’t believe in skinny culture or diets... he wants you chubby bc chubby just kinda looks more correct.... tbh king shit

#bakugo x reader #shinso x reader #shinsou x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki #bakugo #shinso #shinso thoughts #bakugo thoughts #todoroki thoughts #sorry this took so long its hard to type with my nails #ask #anon #Anonymous #i went off sorry yall #and dont worry to my skinny queens bc they love u too

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milkbread420 · 4 years

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Yooo that hc/drabble you just did for kuroo and Suna was sooooo good!! Do ya think you could maybe do that again but for iwa and kenma?? if it’s not a bother 😂

Pairings: Iwaizumi x f!reader, Kenma x f!reader

Prompt: The boys have a girl best friend who has feelings for them, but the boys like y/n ( “heather”)

Warnings: Swearing, angst??

a.n: I made the girls nice bc I can’t imagine Iwa or Kenma putting up with a b word (I feel like they would just be like ‘k bye lmao��) & sorry this took so long I had a hard time w Kenma ;-; Next on the list are Oikawa and Sugawara !

I’m so glad you thought so!! I hope this is what you’re lookin for !

Iwaizumi

Iwa talks about you and doesn’t even realize he’s talking about you most of the time

But she doesn’t really say anything because he never looks as at peace as when he’s talking about you

His insecurities & self doubt go poof when you’re with him

You laugh along when he ‘bullies’ Oikawa, so it must be love

She knows she should hate you, but she can’t because you just make him so happy

Oikawa definitely knows about her crush and teases her relentlessly.

Sometimes he goes too far and she gets really pissed

Because it should be her, not you

Hanging out used to be just her, Oikawa, and Iwa

Now Iwa’s always asking “Can y/n come too?”

“She just can’t get enough of me,” -Oikawa

He got beat up for that

Iwa leaves little notes in your locker, telling you how pretty you are or writes you little poems.

Mans is too scared to deliver them himself though, so he makes her do it.

He would make Oikawa do it, but the one time he did, the man memorized the entire poem Iwa wrote to you and would not stop reciting it for a week.

So she’s stuck with the job

Unfortunately

She tries not to peek, but sometimes her curiosity gets the better of her.

Then she wishes she’d never looked.

If she were being honest though, if it couldn’t be her, she was glad it was you, though she’d never really admit it.

You actually get along really well with her.

She hates how easy you are to talk to.

Girl talk definitely happens when the boys aren’t around.

Oikawa knows this, and lets Iwa in on it too

Iwa asks her to see if you’re interested in anyone

That’s how they find out about your crush on Iwa

She had secretly hoped you liked Oikawa

You like Iwa though (of course)

She calls him like right away to tell him because, as much as she wishes it were her, she’s really happy for you both.

Iwa is so happy aww

Like happier than he is after scoring the last point in a game

The next day he tells you to meet him behind the gym before practice.

He confesses and both her and Oikawa catch you sucking faces

She looks like she could scream and cry and smile all at once.

“You know, we could always go on double dates,”

“No, Oikawa”

“She wanted to know how to spike, so I had Oikawa set some balls to her, and she picked up on it pretty well,” Iwa said, leaning back into the office chair in his room with his hands resting on the back of his head, “Especially since she’s never done it before, she’s something else, I’ll tell you that,” he sighed. The girl sitting on the edge of his bed nodded, resting her chin in her palm as she listened to him talk about you, “Oikawa tried to buy her lunch today, just to tick me off,” he frowned, “That bastard,”

“Sounds about right,” she giggled, trying not to show just how bothered she was by the subject.

“I beat him to it though,” he said proudly, “She thanked me,” a blush spread across his cheeks as he recalled the memory of you.

“You sure talk a lot about her,” the girl teased, pretending the ache in her heart just wasn’t there. It was hard to listen to him talk about you. He looked so happy and content when he was rambling on about how pretty you were, or how nice you were.

Iwa jumped out of his chair, “No I don’t!” he said loudly, “Do I?” she nodded, “Man, I just can’t get her off my mind,” he huffed in frustration, and she realized just what that meant, “Everything reminds me of her,” he was in love, “This is stupid,” he frowned. She chuckled, and he sunk back into the chair, “You don’t think she’s using me to get close to Oikawa do you?”

“I don’t think so,” she wanted to say yes, just so he’d get over you and she’d have him to herself, but seeing how happy you made him, she just couldn’t lie. She was willing to bet you liked him too.

A small sigh of relief escaped him, “Good,” he said, “I didn’t think so either, but I wanted a girl’s opinion, honestly,”

“Well there you have it,” she smiled.

He smiled too, but somehow she knew it wasn’t for her.

“So,” Oikawa grinned at the girl, “Just how obvious were you trying to make your crush on Iwa-chan?” she sighed and tried to ignore him, walking briskly through the school corridor in an attempt to get him to stop following her, “Hey now, don’t ignore me!” he whined.

“I don’t want to talk about that, Oikawa,” she said, “It’s none of your business,”

“Oh but it is!” the brunette persisted, “Iwa-chan’s business is my business,” he said with a signature fake smile, “Plus, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, you get what I’m saying?” She stopped in the middle of the rather empty hall, “Ooh, too far?”

“Asshole,” she said, continuing towards her next class.

“Look, my point was that he’s got the hots for y/n, I’m sure you’ve noticed,” The brunette said, “So don’t get in the way and make things all weird,”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” she said cooly.

“Oikawa? Are you ditching?” Iwaiziumi’s irritated voice made them both snap their heads towards him.

“Iwa-chan! No, we just needed to have a talk is all,” he said, waving his hand dismissively, “I’ll be going now! See you guys after school right?” the girl nodded, still looking like she could punch the snarky brunette in the throat any second.

“Oh yeah,” Iwa said, “Since you’re both here, would it be fine if I asked y/n to come with us? She had plans with some friends, but they all crapped out on her last minute,” his fist balled at his side at the thought of you being ditched, “I thought we could cheer her up,” he finished. His friends looked at each other. Oikawa nodded first, then looked at the girl expectantly; she nodded too, “Cool,” he said, “Thanks,” and he walked into his classroom, not looking back at either of them. “That’s gonna leave a mark,” Oikawa noted as he watched the girl collect the pieces of her heart, her eyes reflecting the hurt she felt somewhere deep down.

“Fuck off,”

Her day passed especially slow knowing that as soon as the last bell rang, she’d have to face you. She hadn’t really met you yet, but it sure felt like she had by the way Iwa talked about you. She wondered if you would live up to his hype, then found herself thinking, of course you would. Hajime Iwaizumi was never one to exaggerate, so you must have truly been amazing.

She hoped to god she was wrong, she hoped to find a reason to hate your guts.

The usual trio, plus one, met in front of the gym after school. You were almost hiding behind Iwa, and the tall brunette chuckled, “She’s even shyer than I remembered!”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, bowing your head a bit, “It’s just, you’re all so cool, and it’s really nice that you let me join you today,” Oh god, you were as amazing as he’d said. Not only were you kind, but you were every bit prettier than she’d even imagined. Iwaizumi looked over at you and grinned and it made her so jealous that you could completely steal his attention with the tiniest gesture if you so desired, because everything about you was so mesmerizing, she caught herself staring.

“No need to thank us,” Iwaizumi smiled, pushing your shoulder playfully; you blushed and she looked at you as you looked up at her.

“Hello y/n,” she said with a smile that she wished she was forcing, “It’s nice to meet you!”

“It’s nice to meet you too!” you smiled back. She swore she could’ve been blinded by the radiance you emitted, it was truly no wonder he had feelings for you, in all honesty she thought it might be crazier if he didn’t.

“Shall we be on our way ladies and Iwa-chan?” Oikawa grinned, wiggling his brows at you and Iwa, who gave him a well-deserved smack on the back of the head. You giggled, “Hey!” Oikawa complained, “Don’t laugh!”

“Don’t get smacked,” You teased with a sly shrug.

Dear god you were perfect for him.

“Watcha’ got there, Hajime?” the girl asked as the boy pulled out a folded piece of notebook paper from his locker. His cheeks turned pink for just a second, covered quickly by a click of his tongue.

“It’s a letter for his girlfriend!” Oikawa teased, coming up behind them, “Right, Iwa-chan?” she grimaced at the word, her heart sinking into the pit of her stomach as she looked down at her feet.

“She’s not my girlfriend, Crappykawa!” he shouted, folding his arms over his chest in momentary annoyance.

“Not yet,” the brunette teased, and if she were to be completely honest, she wasn’t sure which one of them he was trying to provoke, “That’s a love letter right?” Oikawa leaned in to look at the folded paper; Iwaizumi shoved him away, “Or is it another poem?”

Iwaizumi’s head snapped up, “Shut up!” he grumbled, then turned to the girl, “Do you think you could drop it off in her locker later?” he asked her hesitantly. Oikawa chuckled to himeself, wondering how his best friend could be so casually cruel to the girl.

“Sure!” she replied, her heart breaking to the gentle smile that spread across his lips.

“Thanks,” he muttered, handing her the paper; it was just a piece of paper wasn’t it? Then why did it feel like a weapon that could tear her apart on the inside with just a single curious glance? That lone piece of paper held the power to leave her heart in shambles.

She nodded, “No problem!”

How could she be so cruel to herself?

“So,” she started hesitantly, tilting her head towards you. In the past weeks, you’d actually grown rather close, and as much as it pained her to admit, she’d grown quite fond of you, “I’m glad you came over tonight, I know you’ve been busy with school work and your club stuff,” she said.

You smiled at her, “I know you’ve been pretty busty too, so thank you for having me!” giving her a small wave, you opened her front door

She nodded with a clenched her jaw, bracing herself for the words that were about to come out of her mouth, “Hey,” Iwaizumi had asked her to find out who you liked, he even made a stupid bet with Oikawa about it. He was so sure that you liked him, he swore that there was no way all those stolen glances didn’t mean anything. When he talked about it, it made her wonder why he was so blind to her feelings.

“Yeah?” you asked, unaware of the flashing bitterness in her eyes.

She swallowed hard, “You have feelings for Hajime, right?”

You blushed and looked down, “Wow, is it that obvious?” she nodded, “Yeah,” you said, “I guess it is,” a soft smile played at your lips, “You think he likes me too?” She froze. Even though she should have seen it coming, she couldn’t help but feel unprepared to answer that question.

For more reasons than one.

She didn’t want to steal her best friend’s big moment, he really should be the one to tell you, but it would crush you if she told you he didn’t or that she didn’t know; and that was her problem. She wanted to want to crush you, to completely leave you devastated and heartbroken so that you’d break his heart too and he’d go to her and realize that it had always been her, but she couldn’t find it in herself. Even if she could, it would never be her, always you.

You were good for him. He was more confident when you were around. When you showed up to his games, he always played better. He was happier too, smiling a lot more, especially when you laughed at his jokes and antics.

She settled on, “Well he talks about you a lot,” with a small smile that she almost couldn’t force onto her face.

You smiled and blushed, trying to hide your obvious excitement as you left her house without another word.

She called Iwaizumi right away to tell him the good news.

Good news for him, at least.

The next day at school, Iwaizumi was sweating buckets. Finally, the last bell had rung and he was on his way to meet you behind the gym like he’d asked, the girl following him for moral support.

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous,” he said, “I’m not even this nervous before a game,” she knew why. It was because he was head over heels for you, and even though he knew you had feelings for him, he couldn’t shake the fear of confronting you about it. Your pretty eyes looking into his would certainly be enough to make him weak in the knees, and he imagined himself a stuttering mess the second he opened his mouth in front of you; he groaned in frustration and stopped in his tracks, “I can’t do it,”

“What?” she asked, silently hoping that maybe he’d realized you weren’t the one, “Why not?” somehow she already knew she was wrong.

Then he sighed, “She’s just so perfect, I want this to go just as perfect, but I don’t think I can do that,”

She felt a pain in her chest, “You have do do it,” she spat her words out like they were poison in her mouth, it felt wrong betraying her heart.

Iwa nodded firmly, “You’re right,” he took a deep breath and started walking again towards the place he’d told you to meet him. He knew you’d be there, but when he saw you, Iwaizumi stopped and felt like he could drop dead any second.

“You wanted to talk?” you asked, a glimmer of confidence in your eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “So, listen-”

Before he could get even a word in edgewise, you grabbed his face and pulled him in for a kiss. He tensed at first, but only for a brief moment before he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him.

The girl watched with a heavy heart from behind the wall, her head just peeking around the corner, “Finally,” she jumped at the sudden voice, “I was scared he’d chicken out.”

“He was going to,” she grumbled as she turned to the tall brunette.

“Oh?”

“He was really nervous, but I told him he had to do it,” she explained, wondering to herself why she’d encouraged the breaking of her own heart.

“If you love something, let it go, right?” Oikawa sighed and she realized that he’d put it better than she could have thought to at the moment.

She watched as Iwaizumi smiled and held your face in his hands, gently stroking your cheeks with his thumbs; you blushed and wrapped your hands around his wrist, smiling back at him.

“Right.”

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Kenma

Kenma really likes you, but I’m sorry, he never talks about you

The only reason she knows he likes you is because one day she’s like, “don’t you have a crush on anyone?”

and he’s just like, “y/n is really cool,”

She knows that means he really likes you

She’s crushed but doesn’t show it because she’s scared of him finding out she likes him

She starts talking to you a lot more after she finds out about his feelings for you

Asks you to help her study hoping Kenma will join

Kenma didn’t ask her to, she just does because she knows he’s way too shy aww

She doesn’t even try to hate you to be honest, she’s actually almost excited, because Kenma actually smiles when you’re around.

She wished he were smiling at her though

She’s really good at hiding her feelings for him

He’s lowkey jealous of how much time you spend with her bc of your study sessions

so he confronts her about it one day

She’s like ??? You know you could just come study out with us ???

He says he’s not up for it but Kuroo has his ways

Y’all have a group study session and you guys are really tense like, it’s hella awkward.

Things get a little better by the end though

You start hanging out with their group more often after that

One day she invites you both to this arcade but then at the last minute she dips and makes up an excuse for why she couldn’t go

That was Kuroo’s idea

After hanging out one on one Kenma is like in love aww

He gets home that night to her and Kuroo waiting for him BECAUSE THEYVE BEEN FOLLOWING YOU GUYS THE WHOLE NIGHT

He’s like ¿? But tells them about how it was a great time and he REALLY likes you

“we been knew”

I think she knows he’ll never like her, so I don’t think she really gets her hopes up and she doesn’t try to sabotage you or anything

It still hurt like a buttcheek on a stick when she saw you kissing him

“That should be me holding your hand that should be me making you laugh that should be me this is so sad”

“Kenma,” she asked quietly as her and the boy tapped away at a game, both pairs of eyes fixed on the screen.

“Yeah?” Kenma replied after a couple of seconds, trying not to lose his focus on the game.

“Why don’t you have a girlfriend yet?” she was trying to maybe drop a couple of hints, and nudge him towards the idea of him having a girlfriend and it being her. She hadn’t expected him to pause the game and look at her though.

“You sound like Kuroo,” he said flatly, “Why do I need a girlfriend? It’s not like I could get one anyway,” the boy shrugged and fiddled with the controller in his hands.

She frowned, “Don’t say that,” He shrugged again, and she took the chance to dip her toes in the water, “is there anyone catching your eye though?”

“What do you mean?” He asked blankly.

“Like, a crush!” She rolled her eyes and set down the controller, “is there anyone you like?” the girl felt her heart beathing out of her chest when he smiled softly and only for a brief second.

“I think y/n is really nice, you know, the girl in out Japanese Lit class?” He mumbled, a blush spreading across his cheeks, almost covered by his hair.

“Oh!” She pulled her toes out of the metaphorical water as her heart sank into the pit of her stomach, “right, y/n,” she said, “she’s really nice!” Kenma nodded and turned his attention back to the game, clicking the play button.

A small sigh escaped her lips as she continued, spamming the different buttons mindlessly, too heartbroken to care about the game anymore.

“You suck,” Kenma noted.

For the rest of the time they sat and played in silence.

“y/n, do you think you could help me out with this question?” The girl leaned in towards your desk and pointed to one of the many questions on the assignment. Kenma watched silently from a couple desks behind both of you.

“Sure!” You said leaning closer to her; you smelled nice and that was the first thing she noticed. It was like she short circuited the moment she drew in a breath, she wondered if you were some magic creature like one she’d seen while playing video games with Kenma,“Wait, which one was it?” You asked sheepishly, snapping her out of her daze.

“Oh,” she shook herself lightly, “number nineteen,” she said, pointing to the question on the paper.

“Ah! This ones not too bad,” you smiled and went on to explain, which she only half picked up on because she was too busy staring at you, “You got it?”

She nodded absentmindedly, “Yeah, thanks!”

“Anytime,” you smiled and shifted your focus back onto your work.

“See you after school, right?” she asked with a smile.

You nodded, “Of course!” For a couple weeks, you had been helping her study for the Japanese Lit midterm in the library after school. After she found out Kenma liked you, she thought it might be a good way for him to get to know you better.

Her plan hadn’t gone exactly according to plan though, Kenma never actually stayed for the study sessions which left her alone with you. At first, she’d tried to find it in herself to be disgruntled, but you were just so kind to her, and so helpful, she couldn’t resent you, and you’d actually gotten rather acquainted with each other.

After class, she was still packing up a few moments after the bell, and Kenma stood by her desk, an irritated expression on his face. She looked at him, confused, “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” he shrugged as she stood up and they walked out of the classroom together in silence.

“y/n’s really sweet,” she said, trying to get him talking. He only hummed and nodded in agreement. The girl knew something was wrong, but for the life of her she couldn’t figure it out, and he surely wasn’t telling her, so she persisted, “you know, if you wanna get to know her you could join our study session after school today,” it felt like the millionth time she’d suggested that.

“No thanks,” he shrugged.

The girl frowned, “Well fine,” she grumbled, “Why are you so cranky?”

“It’s nothing,” he said.

She shot him a glare, “It’s obviously not nothing,”

“Let’s drop it okay?”

The girl looked down, “Kenma, just tell me,” he eyes were sad and she felt like nothing at all, nothing if her best friend didn’t trust her with his feelings, “I’m your friend aren’t I?”

The boy sighed in defeat, “You’ve been talking to y/n a lot, and I guess I’m just a little jealous,” he admitted, “of how easy it is for you, I want to talk to her like that too,”

Her heart sank into the pit of her stomach. He was jealous of her? To be frank, it made her a little irritated that she was putting in so much effort to get to know you just so he could too, and he had the nerve to say he was jealous. She’d invited him countless times to your mini study sessions at the library after school, and he’d declined all of them; you probably thought he hated you by the way he seemed to avoid you like the plague. And as much as it pained her to know that he was pining for a girl that wasn’t her, she wanted him to be happy, she loved when he smiled, even if the smile wasn’t for her.

“Well, if you don’t hang out with her, you’re never gonna get to know her,” she huffed, “and if you never get to know her, how do you expect her to like you back?”

“I don’t really,” he shrugged, “I’m okay admiring from a distance,”

She rolled her eyes, “You always settle for less than you could have,” he looked at her, “Whatever, Kenma,” annoyed, she sped away to her next class, leaving him alone and a bit confused.

The girl was angry, and as she did her assignment during the last class of the day, she found it hard to focus. She was bothered by the fact that she’d gone so far for her friend, disregarding her own feelings, just so he had a chance at happiness, and he was completely rejecting her efforts.

“Uh, you good?” a voice came from behind her, shaking her from her thoughts. She frowned as she turned around, “Jeez, what’d I do?”

A sigh left her lips, “Sorry, Kuroo,” she said, “I’m just in a bad mood,”

He hummed, “Did Kenma tick you off?” She nodded, “What is it this time, he doesn’t see your obvious feelings for him?” the boy smirked and the girl blushed, getting even more annoyed by the third year’s teasing.

“Shut up,” the girl said, “At least I can talk to him without mentioning the periodic table,” she sneered.

He looked at her with raised brows, “Tough talk for someone who can’t even name the first fifteen elements.”

She frowned, “Says the third year who’s taking a second year English class,”

“Touche,” he nodded slowly, leaning forward, “Look, if you want, I can talk to him,”

Her expression shifted, “Wait, really?”

“Yeah, maybe I can talk him into going to the study thing after school,” he shrugged. The girl smiled. Though she wanted to be the one to convince him, she figured this would have to be what she settled for.

After the last bell rang, the girl dashed to the library, waiting for you at the entrance. You smiled and waved, offering her a greeting as you both walked in and unpacked at a table.

“Hey ladies, have room for two more?” the girl lifted her head and frowned, looking at the pair. That certainly was not the plan she’d had in mind, playing third wheel was bad enough, but fourth wheel, really?

“Kuroo, don’t bother them, see, they’re busy,” Kenma said quietly, averting his gaze from you.

“I don’t mind!” you cheered, looking over at the girl, “As long as you don’t mind,”

“Nope,” she glared at Kuroo, and he grinned, “I don’t mind.”

“See! They don’t mind Kenma,” the black-haired boy said, taking a seat next to the girl across from you, which forced Kenma to take the seat next to you.

“Okay,” he said dully, carefully sitting down beside you, not daring to so much as steal a glance at you.

Your brows furrowed in confusion and hurt for a moment. You wondered why he was so cold towards you, it wasn’t like you’d been mean to him, in fact, you’d tried especially hard to be nice to him during the few interactions you’d had, so it didn’t make sense.

“y/n, can you help me with the second one?” the girl asked immediately, pulling you from your thoughts. You looked over at the quiet boy for just a moment before diverting your attention to her.

“Yeah,” you went on to explain the question and it’s answer while Kenma folded his arms and glared at Kuroo.

“Hey, y/n,” Kuroo said. You looked up, “Kenma needs help on the fifth one,” Kenma’s glare became more intense and he kicked his friend from under the table.

Your eyes fell on the boy and he just looked down at his paper, “Oh the analogies can be tough,” you said.

He nodded simply, “Yeah,”

You internally screamed at his lack of response, feeling a bit embarrassed, “So were you able to rule any out?” you asked, tapping your fingers on the table anxiously.

“Well, I know it’s not ‘A’,” he said, still refusing to look at you.

“Okay! That’s good, so then take another look at the question, and figure out the context,” you explained, “these types of questions are all about context,”

He nodded and gave the question another look as you waited anxiously for his response, “Is it ‘D’?” he asked.

You nodded fervently, “Yeah! Nice!” A soft smile spread across his lips, and the girl across from you felt like her heart was being ripped out and dissected right in front of her. Though you probably hadn’t even realized it, you were making his day, he would be thinking about that moment for the rest of the night and she knew it; she wished it were her he thought about like that, though.

Noticing the expression on the girl’s face, Kuroo spoke up, “Hey, we’re gonna go get some drinks from the vending machine, you guys want anything?”

“Oh sure,” you said, rummaging through your bag for some spare change.

Kenma nodded and handed Kuroo enough for two drinks; his and yours.

Kuroo raised a brow and smirked, “y/n, that’s alright, Kenma’s gotcha covered,”

“Oh!” you were beyond ecstatic, but you repressed the gigantic smile that wanted to force its way onto your face so you wouldn’t freak him out, “Thank you so much, Kozume!” you offered him a polite smile instead.

Kenma nodded, “It’s no problem,” he said flatly, “you can call me Kenma, by the way,”

You blushed lightly, but he didn’t really notice. The girl did though, and it made her lose all hope; he liked you and she was almost certain now that you liked him.

“Well, we’ll leave you two to make out or whatever,” Kuroo teased and you blushed harder.

“Kuroo, don’t say things like that,” Kenma said as his friends turned around.

Kuroo laughed, but the girl could only think about one thing.

In the six years they’d known each other, Kenma had never once paid for anything for her.

It had been a few weeks since the group study session, and you’d gotten a lot closer to Kenma, Kuroo and the girl. Although the other two were nice, you had a special fondness for Kenma. Your heart raced whenever he talked to you, and when he said your name you swore you’d die of a heatstroke. You knew before that you found him attractive, but now, you had realized you were completely crushing on the boy and you thought it was obvious, but he hand’t seemed to pick up on it; if he had, he certainly hadn’t made any attempt to acknowledge it.

A sigh escaped your lips at the thought that maybe he was just ignoring your feelings because he didn’t like you in that way.

“y/n?” the boy mumbled. You were visibly startled by his voice, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,”

You shook your head and smiled, “It’s fine, just caught me off guard,” you had been waiting for him and the other two to show up and you had simply gotten lost in thought.

“Uh, the others said they couldn’t make it today,” Kenma said sheepishly, “So if you don’t wanna go anymore, that’s okay,”

There was no way you were about to pass up a chance at alone time with Kenma, “No! I’d like to go still, if you’re okay with it,” it would be nice to spend time with him without Kuroo’s relentless teasing.

“Oh,” he said, sounding a little surprised, “Yeah, it’s alright with me,”

“Cool!” You grinned, and started walking alongside Kenma.

You were really nervous, and unbeknownst to you, so was he. Every time your hand would get too close to his, you’d both jerk away and look anywhere but each other and mumbling quiet apologies.

“So,” you started, dreading the awkward silence that fell over you and him, “I’ve never been to this place, what’s it like?”

Kenma looked up at you, “It’s an old fashioned arcade,” he told you, a bit of excitement laced in his tone, “They have a lot of old games, I think you’ll like it,”

“I think I will too!” you said with a smile. He blushed and looked down, trying to quickly compose himself.

“Oh,” he pointed, “We’re almost there,” you could see the big sign and flashing lights and you grinned.

As you walked in, Kenma held the door for you and you thanked him; it was a simple enough gesture, but it made your heart flutter.

You spent hours and hours at the arcade, playing every game you saw, and competing at each one for the highest score; you lost almost all of them, but you managed to win a couple by pure luck, but with him, even losing made you happy. He also really enjoyed your time together, and you realized it was the first time you’d seen him laughing so much.

After a long day at school, and a great night at the arcade, Kenma walked you home, and your heart felt warm when he said, “You know, I’m kinda glad it was just us tonight, I had a really great time with you,”

A huge smile spread across your lips, “I had a great time with you too,” your arms flew around him in a hug and as soon as you realized what you were doing, you pulled away and coughed, “Sorry,”

He smiled softly, “It’s okay, I didn’t mind,” your mouth hung open a bit as he took a shaky step towards you, his eyes meeting yours for the first time ever. You exhaled sharply, taken aback by how pretty and expressive his eyes were, “I uh...” he trailed off, breaking eye contact for just a moment, “I really like you, y/n,” he said.

You blinked a couple times and pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming, “Kenma,” he felt like dying when you said his name, he thought you about to reject him, so he braced himself but it never came, “I really like you too!” He smiled softly and you grabbed one of his hands, then got on your toes to give him a quick peck on the lips. His eyes shot open and fluttered shut all in the same second, “Wow,” you mumbled. He stared at you with wide eyes and an open mouth, “Oh no was that too soon?” You panicked. He just shook his head and you breathed a sigh of relief, “Oh, good,”

He stood there for a moment, collecting his thoughts before he was able to speak, “Goodnight y/n,” Kenma said, “I hope we can do that again,” a blush spread across his face and you nodded, a little giggle escaping your lips as he turned and walked away.

As soon as got home, Kuroo and the girl were waiting at his porch, “Well I think the jury’s reached their verdict, all in favor of Kenma being in love say ‘I’,” The boy furrowed his brows, “I can’t believe you didn’t notice us following you the whole night,”

“It was Kuroo’s idea,” the girl added quietly, and kenma could tell she was upset, but he couldn’t figure out what she was upset about. He chose to brush it off for the time being, too excited about what had just happened to let anyone get him down.

“Guilty as charged,” Kuroo said, putting his hands up on defeat, “So, are you guys dating now or what?” The girl nervously awaited the answer, though no matter the outcome, she knew she would be disappointed.

“Not yet, I don’t think,” Kenma said, “But I really like her a lot.”

Kuroo knew that.

She knew that.

But watching you kiss him from a distance, and hearing him say those words was a new realm of heartbreak.

“I’m really happy for you two, Kenma!”

She was happy for you both.

But she pitied herself too.

#iwaizumi hajime #kenma kozume #anime #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu headcanons #hq x reader #kenma x reader #hajime iwaizumi x reader #hq #kenma kozume x reader #hq headcanons

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hawksugarbaby · 3 years

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Denki x Gn reader- sk8 boi

Fluff + Bnha / Sk8 the infinity crossover

You sighed following your friends to the skatepark to supervise as usual. You might as well have been babysitting the boys as your only purpose when going to the skatepark was to make sure neither of them died or got run over by the ignorant bikers who seemed to own the park.

"Hey (y/n) do you wanna try today?" Denki asked with a smile and held his board out in front of your face spinning the wheels for added effect. "Yeah wouldn't it be cool if you got on the board just once?" Reki added with his hands pushed together in a plea. "Guys I would 100% break my face and you know it. Just go have fun!" you shoo them away and jump up on the wall to sit and watch. "And i'll be here. As always" you muttered drumming your hands on your thighs and watched the other wheeled transportations slip past you and into the blur of others trying out impressive tricks you could never hope to achieve.

Of course Denki and Reki refused to let the third member of the warm coloured gang, named so because of kaminari's yellow hair, Reiki's red hair, and your orange backpack that always hung off one shoulder, refused to accept that you wouldn't let them teach you. They knew you, you were a quick learner and determined once you picked something up but you were also afraid of failing something, so of course you were hesitant to start skating with them.

On the plus side your running was incredible because of your constant need to keep up with the cheerful boys so you had the energy, the stamina, the strength and the balamce it took to sit on that thin wall all day and not fall off was a clear indicatoryou could balance for hours. You just didn't have the mindset.

"What if we taped their feet to the board?" Reki offered, digging through his bag for a roll of duct tape. "Nah, I think (y/n) would be more scared if they weren't able to get off the board. Langa was used to it so it wasn't a problem with him" Denki rolled his board back and forth under his feet and perked up at the sound of your music blasting through the mini speaker you brought. It was your way of being found if they needed you for a drink or a break or for snacks. "Maybe they just need some encouragement?" the red head smiled waving at you from across the park and you waved back slightly showing them you were paying attention and waiting for them to do something interesting.

Reki had the same mission as Denki, to get you on a board, but he also had to help you with your mission, one that might not be any easier than Denki's

"God he's so stupid and cute" you sighed watching Denki fall for a fourth time trying to do a pop shuvit. With your headphone's firmly lodged in your ears you hadn't noticed Reki standing beside you for the last 2 minutes. He yanked the headphone's out of your ears and you whipped your head around. "HEY!" you shouted trying to swipe them back but he held them out of your reach.

"Did you call Denki cute?" he asked with a gleeful tone and a glimmer of excitement in his amber eyes. "N-no I called him stupid" you stuttered feeling your face flush and you look back at him telling off his board as if it was a person and smile. Out of the corner of your eye you see Reki rearing up to say something and your mouth sets into a hard line once again. "You so called him cute! Do you have a crush on Denki, that's adorable!" he jumped up on the wall to sit with you and he handed you your white headphone's again.

"When did you start to like him?" he asked, nudging your arm and your sigh got stuck in your throat feeling like a useless attempt to get out of the conversation and you shook your head. "I don't have an exact date" you mutter but he looks at you expectantly anyway. "I guess when I started babysitting you guys-" "heeey, you do not babysit us" he interrupted but your facial expression was enough to make him sigh and agree. "Are you gonna tell him?" "fuck no" you laughed.

"Reki what if we-" "I have an idea!" he shouted and dropped his board skating to the music waving for Denki to follow. "What is it!" he shouted weaving through the other skaters and 2 boys on scooters zooming past them screaming. You were chatting politely with another person on the wall who was also babysitting their friends on the scooters. "guys I found another Enby parental figure!" you cheered hi-fiving the person sitting above you who politely waved at your friends then shouted at the boys on scooters for getting in others way's. (lol not an author self insert...)

"(Y/n) we really want you to try skating!" Reki begged, laying his scraped board on your lap and you face palmed. "I know you do. And look if i'm being truthful I would LOVE to learn to skate, but i'm just not built for it!" you argue and Reki grinned jumping onto the wall in a squat and whispered "you get to hold Denki's hands." he sat back and you gulped looking at the oblivious blonde sparking excitedly about the idea of you skating beside him- no, skating just the idea of you skating.

"I don't have the right shoes..." you mumble and Denki crouches to look at the size on the bottom of your chunky heels. "Hey we have the same shoe size!" he shouts enthusiastically and slips off his vans without untying the laces propping them on the wall. "Hold on. You're going to wear my heels just so I can skate?" you hesitantly unbuckle the heels and he nods giving you a spare pair of socks from his bag that he wasn't sure why he kept around. "It just means we're both experiencing challenges right?" Reki sat on the side with your highlighter orange bag excited to watch the bonding experience and your progress.

"Okay but promise me I wont die" you lift yourself off of the wall and nervously follow Denki who was stumbling slightly in your heels, to a quiter, flatter part of the park. "I promise you won't die" he held out his pinky and you wrapped yours around it sealing the promise. "Dude i'm scared to even get on the board nevermind like actually move on it!" you shout jumping up and down shaking your hands nervously. He stood next to you and his arm grazed your making your heart race and your temperature shot up. "It's okay, look I'll hold your hand" he said gently wrapping his hand around yours.

You sucked in a breath and all the air was robbed from your lungs at the same time. His hands were hot and sweaty, constantly pumping out electricity that sparked your hands and made your fingers twitch. "You're shocking me" you admit and he tut's at himself "I know, sorry I can't help it" he gripes and you nod not willing to give him grief for somethinghe couldn’t control.

You lift a foot hovering it over the board and then put it back down on the concrete. "I'm NERVOUSSS!" you shout, unable to detract from the feeling of his hands on yours and you look back at Reki who was watching with giant, hope filled eye's. "I know, everyone is nervous when they first start though" he says and you can almost see the smile he has on his face. Was it supposed to be this hard to get on? You weren't a huge part of Denki's life when he started to skate but you remember Reki taking months and months just to work through the basics, he was constantly disappointed and annoyed until he achieved the trick he was going for, and being quirkless it wasn't like anyone wanted to help him.

"Where am i supposed to put my feet" you ask quietly, feeling embarrassed about something so simple but Denki never thought anything you said was stupid or silly. "Put your left foot at the front on the 4 screws. And your back foot on the back screws" he said, patting the gritty board and held your hands while you nervously lifted your foot. "Okay okay okay" you hyped yourself up internally and squeezed his hands closing your eyes tightly while you put the ball of your front foot on the board.

It wobbled slightly and you gasped but Denki assured you it was fine and you quickly pulled your other foot on the board. "Am I on?" you asked, feeling taller than you were 2 minutes ago. "Look for yourself" Denki said cheerily and you fluttered your eyes open "oh my GOD I'M ON THE BOARD" you cried happily and he grinned from ear to ear admiring the happiness etched on your face. "Do you want me to let go" "NO"

After a good 15 minutes you felt you had a good basis of getting on and off the board, pushing, and turning your foot but you weren't great at stopping yet so you had a few tumbles but of course, Denki, your noght in shining armour was there to help you up on your feet again. "Thank you Denki" you sighed, rubbing your sore shoulder from falling on your side. "Hey you're getting a lot better!" he said happily and you decided to take a break together sitting on the opposite sides of Reki.

"Sooooo... feel any closer?" he asked, nudging your sides and he nodded "yeah their doing a lot better already" Denki smiled and you nodded getting at what Reki meant. "Yeah a lot closer" you smiled lightly and Reki grabbed his own board, dropping it and jumping on. "Well I'm gonna skate for a bit you two just enjoy your company!" he said dropping down a ramp and disappearing in the bowl.

"Thank you for teaching me to skate" you grin, your arms are pushed together and you don't move wanting to be close to him. "Reki's so good at skating" you sigh dropping your head. "Hey you'll get there. It takes time" he assures you and wraps an arm around your shoulders smoothly. "And I would like to help you, um if you're okay with it, obviously, like i'd like to help you along the way" he stammered and you chuckled. "Yeah i'd like that" you smiled leaning against his chest.

Bonus content

From on top of a ramp Reki cheered excitedly, missing his board and falling down the curve scraping his face. "FUCK YEAH!" he shouted into the metal and he felt the clatter of his skateboard drop onto his back. "Fuuuck. (Y/n)!" he shouted. And you, with your keen senses, heard him from the ramp and came running. "I'M COMING!"

#bnha #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #wattpad #mha #boku no hero fanfic #denki kaminari x reader #denki x reader #kaminari x reader #denki kaminari #bnha x sk8 the infinity #crossover #sk8 reki #reki kyan

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fatgum-fangirl-extraordinaire · 4 years

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Sorry I’ve been inactive. To make up for it, have a little somethin’. Fatgum x Reader: Thot Patrol

Summary: You and Fatgum are at a buffet date and poor Fat gets confronted by two thots

(Heads up: Thots, body issues, fat shaming, cursing. Reader is badass fluffster)

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“Babe, this fried chicken is sooooo good! Ya gotta get some, (Y/N)!”

“Gummy, I just sat down. Can I at least finish this plate first?”

Taishiro laughed through mouthful of fried chicken, causing his tasseled blonde hair to sway, and his belly to quake under his signature hoodie. Although it was technically his day off, he always wore it to the buffet you two were currently at because y’all were good friends with the owners. Plus, Pro Heroes get special discounts. He had had the past few days off actually, due to him getting into a major fight and losing all his fat. So you also took a few days off to nurse your precious gummy bear back to his regular ol’ Totoro self. It was actually pretty fun; snacking, cuddling, binge eating, movies, cooking together, etc. Today was his last day off, so you decided to go out with a bang at his favorite buffet.......until you came back next week.

You gave a relieved sigh as he gnawed down into the last chicken breast.

“I’m just glad you’re back to normal....”

“Heh, not quite yet.... still got some room”,

Tai gave his belly a sharp smack, and he couldn’t help but smile at your giggles. That never failed to make you laugh. He sauntered off to get more food, mentally reminding himself to grab you some chicken.

As he began scooping himself some food from the seafood section, he began to think how great these past few days were. You were so loving and understanding.He always felt out of place, weak, and small, and gross......just overall crappy whenever he lost all his fat. But one of the worst feelings he had was when he went out and people took notice of this form. Too much notice. They’d see him on the street and say things like, “Wow! You’re so hot now!” Usually told to him by shallow women. Or, “Congrats on the weight loss!” He literally can’t work without his fat...or, worst of all “You should always stay skinny”. That took him to dark places from his childhood.....when he was bullied for his weight. He was nice to everyone, and he was generally well liked......but there were always some critics. This is why he loved you so much........you didn’t care about his size either way......you loved him for him. He smiled to himself as he went to grab you some of that fried chicken. How’d a guy like him get so lucky with a-

“Oh-my- GOD! It’s Fatgum!!”

A shrill voice jerked him from his thoughts as he turned around to see two attractive women coming up to him. They both looked like those models everyone was talking about on Instagram. One was had long blonde hair with blue eyes and large (fake) breasts, and her friend had curly brown hair, olive skin, and green eyes with a sizeable rump. He gave a sort of shy smile as they stared at him with lustful eyes.

“It’s soooooooo cool to run into you here!”

“Yeah, big fans! Almost as a big of fans as you are, well......................big”.

“Gee........uh thanks......ladies”, he chuckled nervously, smiling as best he can as the blonde started batting her eyelashes at him.

“Y’know we saw you in that big fight last week......and I gotta say, ya looked real good”, her friend said.

“Yeah, why don’t you stay like that? You don’t have to walk around like a giant lumbering elephant, all big and awkward.”

Oh god, those feelings were creeping back.......

“You know, we’re a couple of fitness models on Instagram.......we could give you some-‘private’ lessons.......”, the curly one suggested with a very promiscuous wink. The blonde one started to delicately gliding a finger on Tai’s midsection. Lord help him......he would never cheat on his darlin’-but he was far too polite to tell these women to back off, even if they were making him extremely uncomfortable.

“I betcha you’re a real Adonis under all this......you can’t honestly like being all big and fat”-

“WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TALKING TO?!”

Thank his lucky stars.......(Y/N) came around the corner, looking pissed. You marched right up to where they were standing and firmly placed yourself in front of your man. The wild thots took a step back, detecting a challenger.

“Ew, who’re you?”

“Yeah, who do you think YOU are? Do you know who we are? We have 300,00 followers EACH!”

You squinted and lowered your voice.

“I’m (Y/N), and I don’t care how many followers you have. That’s my boyfriend, and I’m not just gonna sit by and watch you talk shit!” You jerked a thumb in Tai’s direction, who was smiling gratefully.

“Oh please, we were just trying to help your whale of a boyfriend”-

S L A P.

“BEGONE THOT!”

The blonde model stumbled backwards, her friend looking on in awe.

“My boyfriend is a strong, kind, loving hero who protects all and gives the best cunnilingus in Japan, bitch! Now get out of here before pop those fake breasts like a balloon”.... you threatened. Taishiro doesn’t think he’s ever been so scared, embarrassed and in love all at once. The two models shot Tai one last glance before heading back to their table. You looked back at Fat, who was completely red in the face. He swept you off the floor and gave you a kiss on your forehead as you held his chubby cheek in your hand.

“I love ya so much darlin’......” he muttered, causing you to blush.

“I know, but I want you to know that no matter what anybody says, you are a beautiful person, Tai......both inside and out. And besides, I like you best when you’re comfortable, happy, and healthy. Now.....where’s my chicken?”

“Oh! Right! I know you’re gonna love it......”

#food #fatgum #bnha #taishiro toyomitsu #fatgum x reader #my work

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1000-directions · 3 years

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good stuff 11-28-20

i slept way too late today, just horrifyingly late, but hopefully that means i’ve caught up on my sleep debt and can be up at a reasonable hour tomorrow! plus, i had N O T H I N G i was supposed to do today because there is a P A N D E M I C and there’s nowhere to G O, so i’m getting better at not feeling guilty about arbitrary made up stuff i haven’t accomplished

my sister and i have both started watching the same season of the bachelor on hulu, and neither of us knows what’s going to happen, and we’ve been texting back and forth about it all day (interspersed with some texts about my niece 💚) and it’s so so so nice to feel close to her even just about something silly.

i had a very simple lunch/dinner type meal with leftover rice and broccoli, hit with some olive oil and a generous topping of fresh parm and black pepper. i really need to start keeping a block of parm in my fridge, it makes everything taste better and it is sooooo easy to just microplane it and have delicious fresh parm that’s lighter than air YUM

and now i have hot chocolate with some softly whipped cream, and i’m gonna watch the bachelor and relax!!!

#good stuff 2k20 #little victories #food cw

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Five times Alex surprised Forrest and one time he didn’t

Fourth Chapter! I can't believe it!

This chapter is all about Buffy. It took me longer because writing pet-human dynamic is just sooooo hard.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Sometimes Forrest thought he should just rename Buffy Long to Buffy Manes and call it a day. Other times he was convinced that Alex only stuck around for the dog. He hadn’t know it was possible to feel jealous for both parties while simultaneously feeling love towards them when he saw two people (in this case a person and a dog) together, but Alex had stirred up so many raw and new feelings in him that it really shouldn’t come as a surprise.

So there he was, stood in his doorway, coming home from an exhausting work meeting, and was entirely engulfed in this swamp of feelings in his chest he almost stopped breathing for a minute.

Alex, wearing a white sweater and some yoga pants that seemed to be made of the softest material in the whole world, hair a mess, face relaxed and lying down on his stomach; half under Alex’s body, being held loosely but securely by his right arm, was a soft snoring Buffy.

They were not even lying together on the sofa, but at the foot of the sofa, on the floor, Buffy’s favorite chew toy next to them. Like they had played together for a really long time, both so happy they hadn’t wanted to stop, until they were too tired to even get on the sofa, they had to just lie down right there and fall to sleep, while cuddling.

And to think: Alex never wanted to sleep anywhere other than in the bed because the bed would be nicer to his leg; and Buffy never wanted to sleep next to anyone other than Forrest because she was a PRINCESS like that.

Safe to say it was the most beautiful thing Forrest had ever seen in his whole life.

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More often than not, Forrest woke up to some (one-sided) conversation like this one.

“No, Buffy, you can’t eat that.”

“Don’t give that look, girl. You know I’m just looking out for you. You need healthier diet.”

Forrest smiled. Alex was so gonna lose that battle, again.

“Stop it. I know it always works on your papa, but it’s not gonna work on me.”

Well that’s a lie.

A fond sigh.

“OK, you win. But you have to walk with me a LOT longer today if we’re gonna burn all the extra calories. And this is non-negotiable.”

Yeah, bring out the captain voice. It would do absolutely nothing to the dog except maybe receiving some halfhearted tail wiggling.

And also getting Forrest hot and bothered.

He walked out to the kitchen, stood behind Alex, threw a glance over his shoulder to Buffy, and yep, she was happily eating her treats and totally ignoring Alex’s pretend glares. He hid his smile in between Alex’s shoulder blades, hands reaching around to sneak under his shirt so he could roam his bare stomach, and said in a husky voice:

“Stop fat-shaming my dog and come back to bed. She’s already gotten her treats. Now it’s my turn.”

Alex turned around in his embrace, pulled him even closer so they were only a breath away and looking into each other’s eyes. Then, and only then he rolled his eyes, deliberately and dramatically, he even shook his head a little for extra effect: “Her puppy eyes, your cheeky lines. You both only have ONE move. It’s getting old real fast.”

Well, since Buffy and he both got their treats even before breakfast, he’d have to respectfully disagree.

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One time he walked in on them, snuggled up in bed, and Alex was telling her about his Lizard while SHOWING HER SOME PICTURES too.

“I think you and Willow would have made great friends.” He said, a little wistful, but mostly happy, smile evident in his voice.

Buffy made a low grunting sound in her throat as if she agreed.

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They went to the fair thing regularly now, like some old couple. Forrest secretly liked it. But the catch was, whenever they went there, Alex ended up buying Buffy way too many toys, clothes or little hats. It was getting ridiculous.

“Alex, this is like, the third chew bone in this month alone. She really doesn’t need it.” Forrest whined, knowing perfectly well he was fighting a losing battle.

To his surprise though, Alex dropped the bone (Buffy turned to Forrest to give him the stink eye but he ignored her like a champ), and picked a fluffy teddy instead, which, ok, slightly better, but SO NOT THE POINT.

But Alex showed it to Buffy, she gave a happy wiggling, and next thing he knew, Alex was already paying for it.

Forrest shook his head. “You don’t ever get to say I’m spoiling her again. You are like, the most doting dad ever.”

They both froze at that.

Then Alex looked down at Buffy, smiled softly, and said, “I just like seeing her happy”. He looked up again, still all soft, reached out and held Forrest’s hand. “If that makes me a doting dad, so be it.”

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He changed his screensaver on his phone to a picture of Buffy hugging the teddy that night.

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Alex’s ex (the ex from his military days, not the one still didn’t show up in Forrest’s presence) came to Roswell one day, he called Alex, so the three of them were having a slightly uncomfortable but overall pleasant get-together.

The ex (Bill or something) was charming, funny and friendly. He obviously didn’t hang up on Alex like some other ex so that was a plus, but he sometimes still had heat in his eyes when Alex was smiling beautifully so Forrest decided to dislike him just in principle.

The dislike quickly turned to annoyance when Bill (or something) brought up his dog.

“By the way, Charlie whined when I told him I was gonna see you and I couldn’t bring him along. I guess he still misses you.”

Alex smiled politely, “I miss him too.”

“Please”, the ex snorted, “You never really warmed up to him. You were nice to him, sure, he loved you for it. But you were just not that fond of him. I always assume maybe you’re not a dog person or something.”

OK so the ex was apparently a clueless douche. Alex was the definition of a dog person in Forrest’s opinion. He opened his mouth to just say that when a hand on his knee squeezed to stop him.

“Yeah, maybe.” Alex replied, polite smile firmly in place.

The topic didn’t come up again until B-something left.

“So you wanna explain yourself, Mr Clearly-You-Are-A-Dog-Person?”

Alex rolled his eyes. “Can’t you just accept that Buffy is an exception to my not-loving-dogs rule?”

Forrest pretended to consider for a second.

“Though it is a fact that Buffy is the cutest girl on earth and she can pretty much win anybody over, I know it’s not the case. So spill. Was Charlie like, secretly hating you but pretended to like you in front of his dad?”

Alex choked on his milkshake. “What terrible world do you live in? With this level of dog conspiracy?”

It was a deflecting move if he’d ever seen one. So he just waited.

After a minute, Alex caved.

“It was not Charlie. It was Blake.” OK, not Bill then.

“Me and Blake, we had this on and off relationship. At first it was just some fun, blowing off steam, some actions in the shadow, that kind of things. But it got somewhat more serious as the time passed. He was local based, so when we had leaves, we would sometimes go to his house to spend time together.”

“Charlie was usually with his sister, but Blake would bring him home during his leaves. So whenever I spent time there, Charlie was always with us.”

He paused, a fond smile for the dog, and continued, “He liked me instantly, and I liked him too. Like you said, I am a dog person, I like dogs, dogs like me.”

Forrest was confused. “So why...?”

Alex sighed. “I liked Charlie, but I couldn’t let myself get attached to him. Because I didn’t see myself stay in the relationship with Blake for a long time. So if I got too attached, and the breakup inevitably happened, it would be too hard for me to handle.”

OK, that was understandable. But meanwhile, that would mean...

The realization hit Forrest like a train he was totally dumbstruck.

Alex seemed to sense his surprise, and blushed. But he didn’t stop talking.

“I opened myself completely to Buffy, because I feel completely safe and steady when I’m with you. I don’t worry about losing her, because I don’t worry about losing you.”

Forrest swallowed around the sudden lump in his throat, kissed Alex, and touched their forehead together.

“Do you think we should just rename her to Buffy Long-Manes?”

Alex laughed. “That is such a terrible name.”

He kissed back. “But I like it.”

#the scene I described (selfishly) in this chapter about Alex cuddling with Buffy #is from the insta pic Tyler once posted #where he cuddled with Dylan #it's the cutest thing #forlex #forlex fic #5+1 things #my fic

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Betty//a promise is a promise...no matter what

Request: May I please request a farmie reader x betty cooper where reader helps her take down the farm and rescue Betty's friends and family and the two fall in love with each other and at the end there is a big fluffy reveal of there love for each other

hey! i’m starting to sprinkle a little conversation in before you guys read anything again, because well, i feel like i don’t talk to you guys enough. and if i haven’t got anything to talk about, i’ll figure something out. anyway, i hope you like it! (i also have nothing to talk about thats got anything to do with this sooooo, i hope you like it?)

“What’s he like?” Betty Cooper’s voice distracts you mid-thought. Your hiding in one of the bathroom stalls over lunch time because sitting with the farm is too much and sitting anywhere else is frowned upon, so you’ve had to resort to eating your lunch in the toilets.

“Younger than I thought.” Cheryl replies and you stop eating, quietly putting your lunch away so you can listen to what they’re talking about. “Also, count him among the hot dads of Riverdale, because Mr Evernever is a yummy snack.” She adds and your eyes widen. They’re talking about Edgar. Ever since the farm came to Riverdale, Betty’s been two steps behind it, and honestly you’d be quite impressed, if it wasn’t a huge pain in the ass and extremely dangerous for her. “He’s also a great listener.”

“Cheryl, this is huge! You’re in with Edgar.” hardly. “Which means I have a few questions I need you to ask him, okay?” big mistake. “Why did Edgar decide to come to Riverdale now?” because he was close to being caught in the last town. “And how many members does he plan on recruiting?” the whole town...for now. “And most importantly-” Betty is cut off by the door opening and the entire room goes silent, apart from the creaky door...and then.

“Excuse you!” Cheryl shouts. “We are having a private conversation. Can you leave?” You hear whoever she was shouting at sob before leaving and then she continues like nothing has happened. Very Cheryl Blossom, and you’re not entirely sure how her and Betty could be related. “Go on, cousin.”

“You said Edgar recorded your interview. I need you to find out where he stores those tapes. If I can get my hands on my mom and Polly’s, then the farm won’t have any leverage over my family.”

“I’ll try my best.” Cheryl replies. “Tbh, I kind of enjoyed talking to Eddie.” She admits and you feel your heart drop. Not another one. Not someone else. Nobody can make the same mistake you did. You hear Cheryl’s heels clicking across the tiled floor before the door swings open and closes, and you can just make out Betty walking towards the door.

Its now or never.

“Itsnotaseasyasthat.” Your words all rush into each other as you scramble to open the stall door. Betty freezes at your words before turning to face you and you can see the terror that travels through her entire body as she realizes its you. The first student of Riverdale High to join the farm...the first one to be brainwashed by Edgar and the farmies.

“What?” She asks and takes a few steps towards you. You take that as permission to come further out the stall, your bag slung over your shoulder as you play with the straps awkwardly.

“Its not as easy as that. Edgar isn’t going to trust her, not fully. He’s going to know that you guys are related and its only a matter of time before he puts the pieces together and figures out that she’s spying. Plus, I saw Cheryl at the farm, and I don’t think its going to be pretend for much longer. They promised Cheryl the only thing she can’t have, she’s going to take it. It’s only a matter of time.”

“Is that right?” She asks, raising an eyebrow as she stares daggers at you.

“Yeah.” You nod quietly and look at the floor.

“And why should I believe you? You’re part of them. For all I know you’ve been sent by Edgar to spy on me.”

“...i’d never do that.” You whisper.

“Why? Because we used to be friends a long time ago?”

“Yeah.”

“That doesn’t mean anything anymore. We grew up, one of us more than the other.” She looks you up and down. “So, I’m gonna do this my own way, and you’re not going to say anything about what you just heard...you know, to keep our friendship.” She spits before storming out.

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“Cheryl!” Betty’s hushed tone makes you look up from your locker and across the hall. “I called you a dozen times. I was beyond worried.”

“Why? I texted you I was fine.” She replies annoyed and you sigh.

“Well, what was in that room Edgar took you to?”

“None of your business.” She huffs. “Also, I’m done being your mole. It’s disrespectful, not to mention illegal.”

“Okay, I was gonna say the same thing. You should stop going to the Farm before Edgar catches on to you.”

“Oh, I’m still going to go. I’m just done working for you.”

“Cheryl-” She starts but Cheryl cuts her off before she can even try and talk her out of it.

“Toodles.” She says before storming away and you take that as your cue to leave also, not wanting to get on the bad side of Betty today. You walk past her as quickly and quietly as possible but she grabs your arm before you have the chance to go anywhere making you look around the hallway for any signs of other farmies.

“Okay...you can help.” She nods. “But I need to know you’re actually on my side. Meet me in the supply closet on the second floor after school.” She whispers before letting you go.

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“Whats your deal Y/n?” Betty dragged you into the supply closet as soon as she heard the knock on the door. She recognized it instantly, despite it being well over five years since she last heard it.

“What?” You ask startled as she pins you against a shelf.

“You know what. I don’t have time to be double crossed so if anybody from the farm sent you to spy on me, I will make sure they know I’m not to be messed with.”

“Betty.” You pry her hands from your t-shirt and they drop to her sides. “I really want to help you. I hate being part of the farm. Its awful. I want out, but its too late for me. For your mom and Polly its not though and I can help them. Same with Cheryl and the twins. They can’t stay there, it’ll destroy their lives, plus the people around them. There’s no hope for me, or even my parents. But I can help you. So please, let me.” You sigh, tears welling in your eyes as you look at the dusty floor.

“okay.” Betty nods. “Y/n?” She asks and you glance at her quickly. “Thank you.”

“Its fine.” You shrug.

“And Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ll get you out of there. I promise.” She holds her pinky out to you making you smile, despite the tears in your eyes.

“Promise.” You nod and connect your pinkies, the two of you giggling quietly.

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Things at the farm move in mysterious ways.

You put an object down, leave a room and when you come back its moved from your bed to the floor. People seem to appear and disappear all the time. They go for a procedure, come back limping. Edgar is a psycho that prays on the weak and vulnerable to brainwash them into doing what he wants them to do, like he’s some sort of sick God. And there’s definitely something more to him and Evelyn that just a father-daughter bond. Its weird.

And its at times like this that you wonder why you even joined in the first place. The more you think about all the weird shit that goes on, the more you wonder what lured you here in the first place. You can’t figure out what they promised you, but maybe you’ve been hypnotized too many times to remember anything. You’re family are here, so maybe thats why you joined. But you’re parents are smarter than this. They wouldn’t let you ride a bike until you were 13 because they were worried about you falling off and hitting your head, so no way would they join this...cult. Thats what it is. Its a cult disguised as a safe place, and even then its disguised very thinly. You can see the cracks if you look closely enough, not even Edgar Evernever can cover everything up. You wonder if the rest of your family know where you are. If they think you’ve been kidnapped or if you just ran away...in a weird way its kind of both. You did run away, but now you can’t escape.

And now Betty Cooper seems to be your only hope.

Speaking of Betty Cooper, you swear you’ve just seen the sway of her ponytail pass your room making you scramble off your bed and to the door, opening it as quietly as you can.

“Betty!” You whisper shout and she freezes before turning around. She visibly relaxes at the sight of you and it makes a nice difference from the first time she saw you in the girls bathroom. “What the hell are you doing here? Are you trying to get yourself killed?” You hurry towards her and the two of you look around the dark corridor for any signs of life.

“I need to get those tapes.”

“You need to wait until a safer time.” You retort and she crosses her arms. “There are farmies roaming all over this place thanks to the open house.”

“I need to save my mom.”

“You need to be alive before you save Alice. And this, is suicide.”

“Just, tell me where the tapes are Y/n.”

“Fine.” You huff. “They’re in there.” You point the door on the right to the two of you and she smiles brightly at you, her hand hovering over the handle.

“Not that one. Thats the Traitor room.”

“The Traitor room?” She repeats.

“Just a nickname.” You laugh. “I hope.” You add and she giggles a little. “Its always locked and sometimes you hear funny noises but I think thats just the ghosts.” You shrug. “The room you need is the one next to it.”

“Thank you. Was that so hard?”

“Easy for you to say.” You mumble as you follow her. “You’re not the one that they’ll punish for being a traitor if they find out about this.” She rolls her eyes at your statement before unlocking the door and you have to admit, she is pretty good at picking locks. Although you do want to know how and why she learnt how to do that.

“Brothers and sisters, good evening.” Edgars voice sounds over the tannoy and the two of you freeze to look around again. “It warms my heart to see so many new faces with us here tonight. Including our newest initiate, Cheryl Blossom.” He continues and when the two of you are sure there’s nobody around you follow her into the dusty room. “Welcome to our community, Cheryl.”

“Damn it, Cheryl.” She mutters to herself. “Why?” She asks and you shrug. You’re not entirely sure what they offered her but you knew it was the only thing she couldn’t have anymore.

“May the one become many.” She sighs when she hears Cheryl speaking but continues to look through the tapes anyway, while you search on the other side.

“And the many, one.” The rest of the farmies say and Betty pauses to look at you.

“Shouldn’t you be with them?”

“Yep.” You shrug. “If they ask why I skipped, I’ll just say I didn’t feel well and didn’t want to risk anyone else.”

“Oh...” She looks away, not really sure what to say. “Its an alpha-numeric system.” Sh mumbles to herself and you look at her confused.

“Brothers and sisters, you’ve all come here tonight under great scrutiny and judgement from your friends, and neighbors. And possibly even your own family.” You glance at Betty while Edgar drones on but she refuses to make eye contact, instead moving further into the room. “But only through great sacrifice will your lives be full. The greater the sacrifice, the greater the bounty.”

“Cooper!” She smiles triumphantly and you send her a small smile back.

“Plant your seed, brothers and sisters.” He continues and both of you scrunch your face at his choice of words. “Plant it in the Earth.”

“Two down, one to go.” She tells you and you nod, the reality of the situation now finally sinking in. This could be your way out. You’re not sure how, but it could be. And it feels like with Betty on your side you could do almost anything.

“And watch it grow.”

“Is he still going on?” She asks sarcastically, the two of you feeling a little more confident now that you’re closer to finding what you need.

“Spread it to others.”

“Does he hear what he’s saying?” She asks making you giggle softly, and the noise ignites something in her. It makes her feel light and happy and she has to take a moment to remember where she is. She hasn’t felt that happen to her since her and Jughead started to date. Maybe its this place. Maybe there’s something in the air that makes you feel lightheaded and like your heart is going to beat out of your chest. “Yes! I’ve got it. Lets get out of here.” She shoves the tapes in her bag before grabbing your hand and pulling you through the stacks of tapes. The door locks behind you, leaving you both stood in the eerily quiet corridor. “Thank you.” She mumbles and you nod before going back to your room.

“Where are you going now?” You ask.

“To save Cheryl...someone has to.”

“Be safe Betty.” You tell her and she smiles softly.

“I will. I promise.”

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“Y/n?” Betty’s voice startles you while you’re looking in you locker and you end up bumping your head off the door as you turn to look at her. You and Betty had agreed not talk in school so it didn’t look suspicious, plus a lot of things had happened over the past few days so you were both kind of two busy to actually talk to each other, much to both of yours dismay.

“Betty? I thought we agreed not to talk at school.”

“I know.” She replies casually, trying to hide the disappointment in her tone. “But I needed to ask you a question.”

“Okay.”

“Well, Junior Prom is coming up and I was wondering if you were going?” She leans against the locker beside yours and you take a minute to look around the busy hallways to see if anyone is looking.

“No, its er not really my thing.” You shake your head and swap some books over. “Are you?”

“Yeah, me and Jughead are going.”

“...cool.” You reply and now its your turn to try and hide your disappointment. Whenever she mentions his name you can’t help the sinking feeling that occurs in your chest.

“Undercover reasons only of course.” She adds and you force a smile.

“Is that the only reason you’d ever go to a prom?”

“There’s one more reason.” She replies and the way she’s looking at you makes it difficult for you to breathe for a few seconds.

“An-d whats that?” You stutter.

“Y/n? Betty? What are you two chatting about?” Evelyn ruins the moment you were having and you’ve never hated her more.

“Homework.” You both reply at the same time.

“Well, thanks for the help Y/n. I’ll see you around. Bye Evelyn.” Betty smiles politely at the two of you before wandering away.

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The loud sounds of the hall gets quieter and quieter the further away you walk from it. You’d decided to be brave and go to prom (not at all because Betty would be there and you wanted to see her in her dress), however when you got there, they were announcing prom queen (it was betty !!!!!) and she was nowhere to be seen, so you decided to go see if she was okay.

The corridors seem oddly dark as you walk slowly down them and you’re sure you can hear someone running around a little away from you, but then you see a swoosh of blonde hair run behind you and you whip your head round to see the back of someone dress, followed by heavy footsteps. You duck behind a corner and watch a man with a balaclava over his face, stops and looks around before continuing after her.

It takes you less than a minute to get to where this psycho was banging on a closet door but it feels like an eternity, especially when he turns around and see’s you staring at him.

“Shit.” You mumble. Its kind of ironic that the deathly cult you joined a year ago isn’t thing that kills you, its the weirdo with the mask and a hook for a hand. “Hey, so, is there a chance that we could maybe talk about this?” You stumble over your sentence as he moves towards you slowly, scraping his hook against the wall and the sound alone makes you want a nice, sudden death. Betty’s screaming has turned into loud crying and that brings you at least a little bit of comfort, but then again, he could kill you and then her so whats really the point. “So, is that a yes?” You ask as you start to walk backwards, you trip over your dress a little and mentally curse at the stupidly pretty thing. “Is that a no?” Your now pinned to the wall, his arm over your chest while he raises his hand and you squeeze your eyes closed, your life flashing before your eyes.

This is how you’re going to die.

Your hand presses against the cold wall and you desperately try to move...to find anything...anything that can help you. And then...

Thank God for Cheryl’s insistence on potted plants around the school.

Your eyes snap open and you look him in the eye, before looking just behind him.

“Oh, hey Sheriff Jones. Didn’t see you there.” He spins around quickly and your distraction gives you enough time to pick up the plant and smash it over his head, causing him to fall to the floor with a loud thud. You give him a kick in the ribs, just for good measure before running to the room Betty’s hiding in. “Betty?” You bang on the door. “Its me. Its fine. Please open the door.”

“Y/n?” The door swings open and she falls into your arms, the two of you ending up on the floor in an admittedly awkward position.

“Are you okay?” You scan her face for any injuries.

“I’m fine yeah.” She nods. “But he’s back. The Black Hood is back.” Her voice trembles and the two of you look behind you, the corridor now empty apart from the smashed pot.

“Its okay.” You pull her back into a hug and stroke her hair. “You look very nice in your dress by the way.”

“Thanks.” She mumbles. “You look great too. But why are you here?”

“Do you really think I’d turn down an opportunity to take down a bad guy with Betty Cooper?” You ask and she stares at you, a playful smile finding its way to her face.

“But you didn’t know any of this would happen. So why are you really here?”

“I wanted to see you.” You admit shyly and her smile grows.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “I always want to see you.” She pulls away from you ever so slightly to look up at you. Her breath is warm on your cheek and your heartbeat hammers in your chest as you lean in towards her. She takes a deep breath before also moving, her lips grazing over yours and-

“Betty? Are you down here?” You hear Jughead’s voice all the way down the corridor and she practically jumps away from you. “Betty where have you been?” He’s beside her in seconds, effectively pushing you out the way while he hugs her tightly. She glances up at you before returning the hug, tears rolling down her cheek as she she buries her head in his shoulder and you take that as your hint to leave, wiping your own tears away as you go.

----

“Can I join you guys?” Chills travel through your entire body as soon as you hear that voice and your head instantly lifts to find where she is.

“Oh, of course, cousin.” Cheryl replies with a bright smile and everyone at the table moves a little so Betty can sit down. The two of you make brief eye contact while she sits but she just shrugs at you before making conversation with Fangs.

“Fangs, are you okay?” She asks when she notices him groaning.

“Yeah, I’m still a little sore. But the big pain is gone now.” He replies and everyone smiles at him, well everyone but you and Betty. You’re trying to eat as quickly as possible so you can go back to your room and try and figure out a way to get Betty out, and Betty is trying to figure out whats happening so she can get you out.

“What are you talking about?” She asks, glancing at you for a split second.

“Fangs had a minor procedure done.” Kevin explains casually.

“What kind of procedure did you have?” She asks and the table goes silent, everyone taking side glances at each other until finally Cheryl speaks up.

“Its a...purging of all of the pain thats been crushing us. I can’t wait for mine to be gone, too.”

“Hold on. Cheryl, you’re in pain? Like, physical pain?” Betty’s voice is full of worry and you can’t help your heart melting at least a little because of how she sweet she is. God, she doesn’t deserve to be here. Why was she even here in the first place? This wasn’t the plan. You were supposed to be her spy, you stay on the inside, she stays on the outside where she can’t get hurt.

“Well, its just part of Edgar’s methods. He transforms our emotional pain into physical pain, so its easier to treat, and banish.”

“But me first, babe.” Toni jumps in.

“Thats right. Tee-Tee’s next in line.” The two share a moment and you have to refrain from rolling your eyes. You always thought Cheryl was quite clever, and you definitely thought Toni would be smarter than this, but nope, they’ve managed to get themselves caught up in some cult thats operating on its members for reasons unbeknownst to you. But then again, you did also join so you must be just as idiotic that the rest of them.

“For me, the tenderness in my back only lasted a few days. But it was so worth it.” Kevin starts talking but you tune out, you’re watching Betty watch him curiously and then she suddenly lifts his shirt up revealing a scar all along his side.

“Oh, my God, Kevin!” Her eyes widen and Kevin stands quickly, everybody at the table staring at her. “That scar is not from a minor procedure. Thats from major surgery.”

“Don’t ever do that again, Betty.” He replies coldly before storming off, Fangs quickly following after. Cheryl turns away from her, effectively freezing her out and starts talking to Toni and so you take the opportunity to leave. You quickly stand up, starting the short walk back to your room, however your sure you can hear footsteps behind you and just when you’ve made it to your room the door closes behind you and Betty is stood in front of it.

“Betty! What the hell are you thinking? Why are you here?” You walk towards her quickly and she’s fully expecting you to shout at her, but you don’t. You wrap your arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug, and despite the fact that she’s in a dingy room, in possibly the most dangerous place in Riverdale, she feels a little safer with your arms around her, and to your surprise you do to. She squeezes you a little to hard causing you to wince and she instantly pulls back, her eyes full of worry as she scans your body for any injuries, despite the fact that you’re full clothed.

“They didn’t do anything to you right?” Her gaze lands on your left side and her fingers gently graze against the material of your t-shirt. Your breath hitches as she lifts it up a little and she looks at you, trying to find any objection in your eyes to what she’s done. When she’s sure your okay with it, she lifts it up a little to reveal your side, injury free, and she lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“You just squeezed me a little to hard. Thats all.” You reply and she nods before bringing you back into a hug. “But that doesn’t answer my question. Why are you here?” The panic is back in your voice and her heart flutters a little.

“After everything at prom with the black hood I think it actually might be safer for me to stay here.” She laughs bitterly and you pull away slowly.

“Yeah.” You laugh. “That is surprising. Come on.” You guide her towards your bed and the two of you sit down, your legs pressed together as you wrap an arm around her.

“Me and Jughead broke up.”

“Oh.” You frown, despite the small spark of joy thats ignited. “Why?”

She hesitates for a moment, as if she’s trying to find the right words, until she gives up.

“We grew apart.” Her answer is vague, but you decide not to push her anymore.

“I’m sorry.”

“Its not your fault.” She shrugs. Lies. Its all your fault. I love you, not him.

“I’m still sorry.” You reply.

“Do you think I’m a bad person?” She asks and you move to look at her.

“What? No. Not at all. Who the hell said that!?!”

“Just, something my mom said.”

“In the nicest possible way, your mom’s been brainwashed, she barely knows the difference between the real world and dreams.”

“Yeah...I suppose so.” She trails off, seeming to get lost in thought and you squeeze her hand making her look at you.

“Whatever they’ve said. Its not true okay? Bad people don’t try and help their family and friends. They don’t help strangers, and thats exactly what you’re doing. You’re incredible Betty Cooper.” The blush that creeps up her neck seems to match yours as you look her in the eyes, you could get lost in them, so lost, and you’d never tire of them. Or of her smile, or just of her. And you need to get her out of here. “Now, come on Betty. We’ve got to figure out what they’re cutting out of us because I’m after Toni Topaz.” You grimace and her eyes widen.

“What!?” She stands up, pulling you with her. “I won’t let them do anything to you.”

“I know you won’t.” You reply, and you know she’s telling the truth.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re not a bad person either.”

“Thanks.” You shrug and you so desperately want to believe her.

“Wait!” She calls after you and you stop by the door. “I got you something.”

“What?” You ask confused and make your way back towards her.

“Its just something little, and well, it was mine, hence why it has my initials on it, but I thought you might like it.” She places the small locket in your hand making you smile brightly as you stare at it. “Its got a picture of us in when we were like 11 at Archie’s birthday party, you know, the one with the bouncy castle and Reggie-”

“Reggie broke his arm.” You laugh. “Yeah, I remember. That was really funny. He cried like a baby.” Its nice to be reminded of simpler times, however much it stings at the same time. You go back to a time where everybody was friends, nothing bad had happened in the small town you called home and you and your friends were still innocent before the world had taken that away from all of you.

“So did you when you saw the bone sticking out of his skin.” She retorts making you gag.

“Hey, that wasn’t my fault. That was gross. And at least I didn’t throw up, all over the buffet table.”

“Wow. Okay. There was no need to bring that up.” She feigns offense.

“I thought your mom was going to have a fit when she saw you’d thrown up over the sandwiches she’d made.”

“To be fair. Those sandwiches were disgusting. I don’t know why she made them...” She trails off and you reach a hand out to her which she gladly takes.

“We’ll get her back. I promise.”

“I know.” She nods. “Anyway, lets go find out what Edgar’s doing now.”

“Yeah.” You nod. “Hopefully he’s not harvesting organs.”

“That would be ridiculous.”

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The past who knows how long has been a nightmare. The last thing you remember is Cheryl helping Toni escape. You’d lost track of Betty hours ago, but you’re pretty sure you heard screaming from a room no one is aloud in.

You’d tried to find her. Fought, screamed everything to get to her, but she had just vanished, and as soon as you thought you got close to her, footsteps approached you from behind and then everything went dark.

That was until you woke up in an empty room, tied to a chair with blood dripping down your head. The good thing is you’re pretty sure you’re still at the farm, the bad thing is, you can’t hear anything. Its silent, nobody is walking about outside, you can usually hear people chanting but nothing.

You’re completely alone.

Betty hadn’t had the best night either. She’s almost had a lobotomy, then she’d been kidnapped and then her and her friends had been hunted down through the forest all night until Cheryl and Toni turned up.

Now she was running through the halls of the sisters in a desperate attempt to find you. You’d been the first person she’d asked Cheryl about, and when Cheryl told her that Edgar was planning on ascending, she knew she didn’t have much time. She needed to find you and her family. And quickly.

“Help!” You cry out for probably the thousandth time. Your voice is quiet, your throat sore and scratchy from all the shouting you’ve been doing even though you know there’s no use. You’re going to die in here, tied to a bed and then you’ll be found by a bunch of kids and become another one of Riverdale’s urban legends. You can only imagine what people are going to say about you.

And what about your family? Where are your parents? Do they know you’ve been locked in here or has Edgar told them some made up story. You’re never going to see them again. Never going to see your mom’s smile when your dad does something stupid. Your dad’s never going to hug you again, or tell you stupid jokes when your sad. All the past arguments, boring conversations or amazing memories you’ve taken for granted.

You failed.

You didn’t save anyone.

Not even yourself.

Your tears fall fast, loud sobs echo through the room. Before you cried quietly in the dead at night, but now, who the hell cares. There’s nobody to hear you. You may as well cry loudly...as a sick treat before you die a slow painful death.

“Kevin.” Betty is honestly shocked to find her former best friend sat alone in the chapel. She’s shocked to see him alive to be honest, and she quickly looks around to see if there’s anybody else with him...if you’re with him.

“They left me.” He says, his voice void of emotion and the group share a look. “I wanted to go, but they said that someone had to stay behind and explain what happened.”

“What did happen?” Archie asks.

“The worthy ascended, of course.”

“Who did? Where’s my mom? Polly? And Y/n?”

“Gone.” He replies simply. “Everyone is. And we’ll never see them again.”

“No, no, no. That can’t be right.” She argues and Veronica places a gentle hand on her arm. It doesn’t feel right. Its not comforting, its suffocating, its not like yours. Your hands are always so soft and warm and she always feels safe whenever you hold her hands, or if your fingers accidentally graze her. They make her feel safe. You make her feel safe. Safer than she ever has before, and now you’re gone and she let you down.

The realization of this causes her to fall to the floor, her dress bunching around her and in any other scenario it would have looked stunning, she would have looked like a princess, despite the mud on her face and twigs in her hair. But right now she just looks broken. As broken as Kevin. She let you down. She let her family down and now you’re all probably dead.

There was so many things she needed to do.

A night of running for your life really puts things into perspective. And she finally realized whats been missing in her life.

You

Its always been you.

You make her feel safe and special and like she can do anything. You make her happy, and she feels like she can be herself around you. You literally sacrificed yourself to help her save her family, you all knew what would happen if they found out you were a traitor, but you did it anyway. And for what?

“Did Y/n ascend?” Cheryl is the one to break the silence but Betty barely hears it.

“Dunno.” Kevin shrugs.

“Well think about it.” She snaps. Everyone here knows what you’ve done for them. Betty told them all about you on the way here and now they understand how much you’ve helped them all. They can all see how much you meant to her, and its like they’re hearts are breaking too.

“She asked me if I’d seen Betty and I said no. And then there was a scream and she started running and I didn’t see her after that. But I did walk past her room and I think she’d dropped this.” Kevin holds up a necklace and Betty snatches it from his hands.

“Its hers...well mine.” He fingers trace the engraving delicately. “But she didn’t drop it, its broken.” She opens the locket, expecting to see the photo of the two of you, but when she see’s whats actually inside her eyes widen and she drops it to the floor.

“What?” Jughead asks. “What is it?” He repeats and picks up the locket. The rest of the group gather around him to look inside, all of them gasping when they see what it is. The small faces in the photo have been scratched out, and there’s a small piece of paper with the word ‘traitor’ scribbled on.

“Shit.” Toni mumbles.

“Traitor.” Betty mutters to herself and everyone looks at her. “Traitor!” She stands up suddenly and runs out of the room.

“Betty?!” Veronica calls after her. “Where are you going?”

“Traitor!” She shouts over her shoulder. “Traitor room.” She mumbles to herself before forcing herself to run faster. “I’m coming to get you.” She whispers. “I promise.”

You lean your head against the metal frame of the bed. Your wrists are killing you, your head is pounding and you really need to pee so you’ve given up. You’re pretty sure you have a few broken ribs because you rattle when you breath and you know thats not normal. And to be honest, its quite rude to beat someone up when you’re knocked out, thats cheating. And if The Farm had a complaints box, that would be the first one in. Well, after the organ harvesting, brainwashing, sacrifices, you know, the important stuff.

You’re just about to drift off when your hear the door rattling.

“Y/n!” There’s a loud knocking on the door and now your fully awake because you’d recognize that voice from anywhere.

“Betty?” You croak out.

“Y/n? Are you in there?” She pounds on the door and you can hear more people outside, all trying to open the door. “Wait.” You hear her shout and the banging stops. A few seconds pass and you’re heart is in your throat as you hear a few clicks and then the doors being pushed open and Betty is by your side instantly.

“You’re okay.” She wraps her arms around you. “You’re alright...you’re alive.”

“That I am Cooper.” You mumble against her neck. “I would hug you back but I’m kind of tied to a bed. And surprisingly, that is the first time I’ve ever said that...or is it?” You ask and she giggles, despite the tears flowing down her cheeks.

“Don’t worry.” She pulls away and unties you. As soon as the last knot is free your arms around her and she’s hugging you tighter than ever before.

“Ow!” You wince in pain and she lets go a little.

“Did they...” She trails off and lets go of your properly. Her hands graze your t-shirt, just like they did a few weeks ago and its weird to think about how much can change in just a short period of time.

“Its just a couple of broken bones. I don’t think I have anything missing.” You reply and she quickly pulls your t-shirt up a little, her breath hitching as the sight of your bruised body. “But I’m fine.” You smile.

“I love you.” She says quickly and your eyes widen.

“Wait? Is this happening? Or am I hallucinating because I’m pretty sure I have a concussion.”

“No.” She shakes her head. “This is really happening. I love you Y/n Y/l/n. And I’m never going to stop. I thought you were dead for two minutes and it was the worst two minutes of my life. I never want to feel that again, I think I’d honestly rather die, because thats what it felt like. It felt like a part of me died and I love you. I love you so damn much.”

“I love you too.” You reply and the two of you smile softly at each other. Her hands cup your cheeks gently and she leans in, pressing the lightest kiss to your lips before pulling back, and its enough to make you feel dizzy.

“This belongs to you.” She hands you the locket and you smile as you take it from her, however you grimace when you open it.

“Yikes.”

“Sorry.” She apologizes when she realizes what she did. “I’ll get you a new one.”

“Okay.” You laugh and she stands up, helping you to your feet afterwards. “Betty Cooper...you look like shit.”

“I know.” She laughs. “But if I knew we were going to have this big reunion, I would have made an effort. Put on a pretty pink dress, done my hair and makeup, dressed up a little.”

“Oh well.” You shrug. “There’s always the next near death experience.”

“I am done with near death experience.” Veronica chimes in and its only then that you realize there’s other people in the room with you.

“Me too.” Archie agrees and grabs her hand.

“There’s always going to be near death experiences.” Jughead sighs. “Its us.”

“Fair enough.” Betty agrees and wraps your arm around her waist so she can help you walk.

“So, did we save the world?” You ask as you start the long walk back to normality.

“Almost.” Betty replies.

“Better get to it the-woah.” You start to fall a little and she holds you tighter.

“Better get you to a hospital first.”

“Good idea.” You nod. “Then we’ll save the world.”

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Marauders Discovery:

James, Sirius, and Peter were all very concerned. It had nothing to do with their grades in charms class or something to do with Lily. Nothing of the sort. It was about Remus.

Where was he? Why did he keep disappearing every once in a while? Why was it that new scars would appear every few months? Whenever he disappeared, why did he always end up in the hospital wing? All of the marauders were extremely concerned and no matter how much they brain stormed the situation, they couldn't find a plausible answer to the questions.

During one of their "why is Remus being weird" sessions, he walked into the common room carrying several books in a tote with dead eyes and pale skin.

"Remus, hey, are you okay? You look terrible. Are you sick? Need any help?" Sirius inquired. All that he got in response was a simple head shake and a few little grunts.

Remus walked over to the nearest couch, plopped down, grabbed a book, and started reading. The rest of the marauders studied him carefully, watching his eyes scan the pages and flip through the book a bit more aggressively than he would usually treat a book. Remus's eyes started to flutter shut until he finally gave into sleeping and set the book down in his lap.

"I don't want to alarm anyone, but did you guys see the title of the book he was reading?" Peter asked, noticeably scared.

"No, why? What did it say?" James shot up in response.

"Well... it was a little hard to make out but I think it said something about Lycanthropy. He brought in more books with him too. What are they about?"

Sirius butted into the conversation quickly, "Maybe he's just studying up on werewolves for some reason. It's Remus you guys, he's kind of a nerd, ya know."

James sat cross legged tapping his fingers against his thighs in thought.

"Okay, I've got two ideas. Both of them are terrible but I say that we look at the rest of the books before we make any assumptions. Idea one, Remus is a light sleeper so if we walked towards him he'd wake up sooooo let's just drag the bag towards us from here."

"Dragging the bag would probably make a bit of noise though," Sirius rebutted.

"Well that's why I made another plan Pads. Okay so plan number two." James turns and stares Peter in the eyes.

"You turn into a rat and jump in his bag, look around, see what all is going on"

"Nuh-uh. Not a chance. I'm already scared plus if someone sees me they're probably gonna try and light me on fire because oh my god it's a rat, kill it!"

Sirius butted in again, "Have James pick you up and then drop you into the bag. He walks the quietest out of the three of us. Or, I could do my thing and turn into a dog and you can hang onto my fur. The last one wouldn't be comfortable for either of us but nobody would notice you."

Peter pondered about his new options for a second before finally giving into intrigue.

"I... suppose James can carry me and then drop me in the bag, just be careful please!"

"Alrighty. Will do, now hurry up and transform before he wakes up."

Sirius threw a glance over his shoulder at Remus sleeping peacefully and smiled softly.

"I doubt that he'll be waking up anytime soon. That's what he looks like when he's been studying for hours on end and finally falls asleep. It's not deep, but it lasts a while."

"Ey mate, how do you know all that? Sounds like you're being a creeper," James said back to him while winking.

"Doesn't matter," Peter chimed in, "I'm already changing so get ready to drop me in his bag," he said his voice starting to get higher with each word and his body getting shorter with each second that passed.

James scooped him off of the ground and closed his hands around the small rat boy as best as he could while silently approaching the couch that Remus was asleep on, small, quiet snores escaping his scarred mouth. James crouched down a little, then allowed Peter to run down his hand and jump into the bag.

After a few minutes passed, Peter came scampering back quickly changing out of his animagus form.

"What'd you find!" both Sirius and James said simultaneously.

Peter, out of breath, starts talking with a panicked tone.

"Besides his text books for class, I found two other books about lycanthropy and a journal. I couldn't really get a good look at the journal but it had several scratch marks on the cover and several pages seemed to have been bitten off. There was also a calendar in the back, and get this. Every day that Remus disappeared, there was a black dot on the calendar date."

"Was there a pattern to the dots?"

"It didn't seem like it at first but over time they started to span just one week apart. Actually, what's today, Saturday?"

"Yeah, why"

"Well," Peter gathered his thoughts, "the calendar had a black dot almost every Friday. Where do we usually find Remus at on Fridays?"

"He's usually wandering outside most of the day. Although he does tend to look at the sky a lot and around dinner he runs off saying that he doesn't feel good and starts heading towards the bathrooms" Sirius said while scrunching his face.

"Wait a minute," Sirius said, something dawning on him, "He actually never comes back to dinner and he's never in the common room either. I've even waited for him to get back a few times and he never does. Plus, the next day he's always in the hospital wing looking about as pale and tired as he does right now."

"Actually..." James thought it over in his head, "yeah, you're right. He's always either in the hospital wing or just coming back from it and he looks pretty terrible most of the time."

Remus started to roll around on the couch, scratching at his skin in his sleep and whispering things that made no sense.

"Sirius. Go wake him up and walk him to bed. I think he likes you the best so he's more likely to accept your help."

Sirius nodded, then got up and gently shook him awake. He whispered a few things to him and then hoisted him up gently. They both disappeared up the staircase, Remus leaning into Sirius while he was walking.

James sighed both in relief and stress.

"Do you think we should tell Dumbledore? Or at least ask if we're right? He's bound to know whether or not there's a werewolf running around on campus."

Peter adjusted the way he was standing to make it look like he was popping his back and then whispered 'not now' into James' ear.

They both sat on the floor quietly pondering what they had just potentially discovered. If the headmaster didn't know, Remus would be expelled and that was the last thing that any of them wanted. If he did know, what would he do about the Marauders and the fact that they knew as well.

"Hey, Peter."

"Yeah Prongs?"

"How long has Moony and Padfoot been upstairs for? Pads should have come back down by now."

"I mean... it's been a hot minute. Should we check on them?"

"I'll go check on them, if im not down in 5 minutes then you come up yourself."

James stood back up and walked up the staircase. As he got higher up and closer to where all of their beds were, he heard sobbing coming from a corner of the room and the sound of someone hushing them.

"Lumos"

Sirius was laying against the wall with Remus sitting on his lap crying while staring at his hands and pulling at his hair. Sirius kept trying to calm Remus down by pulling his hands out of his hair or by just covering up his hands with his own.

Sirius had just noticed James standing there holding out his wand in the dimly lit corner and gave him a "don't ask questions, I'll explain tommorow" look. James lowered his wand and quickly extinguished the light before walking down the stairwell again to approach Peter, standing there looking as nervous as ever.

"So?! What happened? Are they both alright?"

James had this sense of calmness washing over him after seeing just how much Sirius cared for his friend.

"Everything is fine, they both went to sleep and Remus is starting to get the colour back in his skin."

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Not one of the three Marauders had mentioned anything about Remus' possible werewolf form except to each other via notes in class or whispering plans in the hallways. They had decided that on Friday, right after dinner, they would ask Dumbledore if he knew or not.

Sirius was the most scared about the plan because he didn't want his best friend to be expelled over something that he couldn't control.

James was confident in the plan to succeed since Peter had been the one to plan it.

Peter spent every possible moment thinking of flaws in his plan, despite the obvious one of 'Dumbledore might not know and expel Remus' he thought about what would happen to the Marauders for figuring it out.

On Wednesday, James and Peter went to the hospital wing to try and get any information about Remus' condition from them. The one nurse who cared for Remus the most said that she was sworn into secrecy about what was going on with him, but then again, all of the medical staff at Hogwarts were sworn to secrecy over all of their patients. It was the patients decision to tell people what happened or not to.

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Friday night dinner happened and half way through it, Remus got up to leave as expected. The rest of the group waited around ten minutes, then sought out Dumbledore to ask him the topic on everyone's mind. Was Remus actually a werewolf and if so did Dumbledore know or not.

The three of them went up to the professors table and asked to speak with him in private. Dumbledore knew that whatever it was, it was extremely important, or at least to them it was.

He lead them up into his office and that was when each of the Marauders tightened up. Sirius was on the brink of tears and Peter was right behind him on it. James had to ask the questions because neither one of them could do it.

"So. Mr. Black, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Pettigrew. What seems to be the issue? I notice that Mr. Lupin isn't with you. How bizarre."

Nobody could read the professors thoughts and his face was like stone, only cocking an eyebrow with a small welcoming but deceptive looking smile.

James stepped forward, sweat starting to run down the back of his neck.

"Sir, we have some questions about Remus. He seems to constantly be disappearing and when he comes back, he's always drained of energy and looks sick. We also noticed that he was reading books on lycanthropy and it made us all wonder... is Remus a werewolf?"

Dumbledore's face shifted from welcoming into discomfort and looked down at the floor while pacing between his desk and the group of students before him.

After a minute he finally sighed and looked at them.

"I'm afraid that you three are too smart for him to keep his little secret away from you. Yes. Remus Lupin is indeed a werewolf. However, we have made a special place for him to go to during his transformations so that he doesn't hurt another student. Now that the three of you know this, you must keep this a secret. Not only will other students try to attack him if they find out, but parents will be quick to remove students from Hogwarts and demand his expulsion."

Sirius piped up then, barely holding back his tears.

"So you aren't going to expel us or Remus, right?"

"I have no intention of doing so. So long as he doesn't hurt another student things will be fine and he can have safe transformations. I expect that you three would want to know where-" he was suddenly cut off by McGonagall running in.

"He didn't make it in time! A ravenclaw student has been dragged out somewhere and we can't find either of them! Hagrid is already searching the Forbidden Forest but it could be until tommorow until we find the both of them."

McGonagall had just noticed the three boys standing there hearing this before turning back to Dumbledore.

"Do they know?"

"Yes, and I think that it would be wise if they all stayed here. Please wake up the Quidditch seekers and captains and see if they can find either of them from above."

The two of them practically ran down the stairs then split up.

Sirius was the first to speak up.

"He... he got somebody. He told me that he would never attack someone. What happened?"

It was James who spoke next, unfolding a square bit of cloth from his pocket and holding it up.

"Well... I know that we were told to stay here but I need to see what's happening. Sirius. You have to come with me. Peter, you can stay or go but decide now because we're both leaving."

"I- I think I'm going to stay. I don't want to see Moony like this and I'm already freaking out."

"That's fair." James said unfurling the invisibility cloak and then putting him and Sirius underneath.

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The duo had been outside for a while now but because of how small the cloak was on them they were moving slower than they liked.

"I can't move this slow, it's going to kill me if I don't find out. I can just do my animagus form and no one will know that it's me." Sirius crawled out from underneath the cloak and started to transform into a black dog, then ran off sniffing the ground for anything that smelled at all like Moony would.

James begrudgingly did the same, turning into a deer with baby antlers and clopping off towards the Forbidden Forest.

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Moony was terrified. He could feel what he was doing but he couldn't stop it. He just kept dragging the student through the forest. The freshly fallen leaves crunched lightly under his paws as he kept dragging the student into an abandoned den. Surprisingly, the student wasn't hurt at all by Moony, the only injuries that he sustained were scratches and cuts from twigs and sticks.

Once Moony let go of the student, the student immediately started to yell. It hurt Moony's ears. They were sensitive in this state. He growled st the student. He stuck his nose up into the air and smelled for people. There was a singular scent that was out of the ordinary. It smelled like... fur. A specific scent though. It was very sweet to the werewolf nose but as the scent got closer, Remus recognized who it was. He could tell that smell apart from a crowd like this. Just a few days ago he had been crying into this scent.

Padfoot.

Sirius kept bounding North into the forest, stopping every few minutes to smell the air for the smell of what he assumed would be old books.

While he didn't find the smell of books, he did manage to find a sharp stick with some blood on the end that had been dragged slightly westward. Sirius changed directions to slightly northwest and kept going, still pausing to smell the air. In the distance he could hear Prongs making deer noises. He wasn't sure if he should keep going or head towards James. Suddenly he heard a yell in the direction that he was going and started to sprint faster than he ever had in his dog form.

He arrived at the entrance to what appeared to be a wolf den that was recently abandoned. He smelled the Earth and picked up on the slightest scent of book pages, only to be heavily covered up with what could only be described as the scent of fear and a twinge of bloodlust. Sirius started down into the den, whimpering slightly only to hear a soft rumble in response. He couldn't see very well but only realized what he was facing when he was snout to snout with what he assumed was Remus.

The small light in the werewolf's eyes let Sirius see into what his friend Moony was feeling. He knew that he didn't want to do this and that he was scared. He knew that Remus was afraid of both the physical and emotional pain he would suffer the next day, but he was also afraid that he would hurt his friend.

One of Remus' paws swiped at Sirius on instinct. It clipped a little bit of his side but the swing wasn't controlled. Sirius could see that Remus was trying to take control of himself but he couldn't do it. His werewolf side was much stronger than he himself was and could only fight to restrain the werewolf side.

Sirius had an idea that might work but if it didn't, it might cost him his life.

He reverted from his animagus form and looked at Remus.

"Moony, I know you can hear me. Keep trying to take control but I want you to think about something while you're doing it."

Remus quickly switched his gaze to where Sirius was at and whimpered in response.

"You know how easy it is for me and Prongs and Wormtail to switch animagus forms, right? Think of your werewolf form as an animagus form instead. You have studied how animagi work before; now take that knowledge and use it. I think that you can transform back just like I can. You just have to relax."

Remus seemed to relax but that wasn't what was happening. He had lost his grip on containing the werewolf by listening to Sirius. He wanted to say "move, I lost control" but knew that he couldn't like this. One of his paws swiveled behind him and then struck Sirius' leg. The werewolf had started to stalk towards Padfoot like a leapord about to pounce on its prey.

"I'm sorry Moony, but I have to do this" Sirius said while pulling out his wand. He used a restrictive spell on Remus so that he couldn't move anymore but keeping the concentration on the spell was difficult. He quickly eyed the Ravenclaw student to get up and whispered to him to shoot sparks and flares up into the air to signal the people searching that Remus was secured.

As the sparks shot up into the night sky, Remus had another chance to try and take over the werewolf form of himself. He listened to Sirius' advice and tried to act like he was switching out of an animagus form but didn't know what that felt like. Instead he remembered what it felt like to revert back into a human from a werewolf. It was painful and draining but he figured that if he were to amplify the pain that it caused, he would be able to gain control and revert back.

Once again, he grabbed ahold of his werewolf form but this time sent so much pain into both of them that they fainted. Sirius had noticed that the werewolf was no longer struggling against his hold and released the "chains" a little bit until he realized that Remus was changing back. Once he realized that he dropped the spell and ran to catch Moony.

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A few days had passed since the incident and somehow nobody knew that it was Remus that was the werewolf. Apparently using their marauder names instead of their actual names made things harder. The ravenclaw student had been sent to the hospital wing and was patched up in an hour.

Remus however was not so lucky.

He wouldn't wake up.

The doctors had tried a myriad of spells, potions, and poultices to try and get him awake but nothing seemed to work. The only time that he would stir even the slightest bit was whenever his friends would visit him. His heart rate would increase to the heart rate of someone who was awake. His brain activity increased and apparently he could hear everything that was being said, he just couldn't move. Sometimes he might be able to twitch his finger the tiniest amount but it was rare.

James, Sirius, and Peter had all gotten special passes into the hospital wing whenever they wanted to since it seemed like their presence helped him.

One day after the final class, Sirius skipped dinner saying that he needed to study more for Potions and that he had a secret stash of food in his room (he did) but instead he went to the hospital wing to check on Remus.

He was the only one there. As soon as he sat down next to the little hospital bed he started crying. He knew that it was his fault for trying to recommend the idea of animagus transformation to him. He didn't know what to do.

He scooped up Moony's hand in between his own and sat there crying and squeezing his best friends hand. He started mumbling things through his tears until finally he was able to stop crying.

"Hey Moons. I brought a book with me that I wanted to read to you. The doctors said that you can hear me so I figured that I would read you a classic. The story of the Deathly Hallows was always something that you were interested in."

Padfoot started reading, still sniffling sometimes, and kept checking on Moony. Eventually he finished the book and was too tired to go back to the dorm so he laid his head down on the side of the hospital bed and fell asleep with Remus' hand grasped tightly in his.

Sirius kept this up and according to the doctors it was making a large difference. Remus could move his fingers at will and move his toes. Sometimes he was even capable of moving a whole limb but he still couldn't talk or open his eyes.

One day after reading another book to Remus that was a bit longer than the ones he usually read, he was incredibly tired. Whenever he got this tired he would usually sleep in his animagus form so he shifted into the black dog and climbed up onto the bed next to Remus. He got comfortable and went to sleep.

Half way through the night, Sirius felt fingers combing through his fur. He didn't think anything of it and went back to sleep, enjoying the sensation of being petted.

James and Peter had already gotten used to the pattern of going and retrieving Sirius from the side of Remus' bed but this time they stood there in disbelief. Not only was Sirius in dog form but Remus had managed to roll around enough to be able to cuddle up to the dog. Peter asked the doctor what all was happening and apparently when he transformed into his animagus form, it had sort of awoken Remus from his coma. He still wasn't ready to be discharged from the wing yet but he was awake with both eyes open and could kind of talk.

Remus was eventually released and then had to sit through hours and hours of make up lectures and work but after every lecture and after completing every new assignment, he had the best group of friends he could have asked for ready to get into some kind of trouble. For some reason Sirius would always transform in the middle of the night and sleep with Remus but they both loved it and it made Remus feel safer than he had ever felt before.

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ahtohallan-calling · 4 years

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chapter 5 of don’t read the last page is here!

[kristanna / m / multichap / modern au with actress!anna and vetstudent!kristoff]

He’d put the phone down on the counter while he made breakfast, but now that his hands were free again he still didn’t pick it up; after their initial awkward phone call, they’d started FaceTiming instead, and as much as he loved seeing her face, he was really glad she couldn’t see his right now.

“And I was soo confused, so I started telling her, like, ‘Seriously, Honey, he’s got this amazing blond hair that you just like, want to touch all the time and these big brown eyes and little freckles and plus I’m pretty sure he’s kind of ripped and I—‘ Kristoff, I heard the microwave go off already. Are you hiding from me?”

“No,” he muttered, his face turning even redder.

chapter 5

day 1

Sven was just stumbling into the kitchen when Kristoff came in. He frowned, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

“You look really happy for someone who just dropped off their girlfriend at the airport for a six-week trip,” he said, pouring a glass of chocolate milk.

“Not my girlfriend.”

“Not the important part of that sentence.”

Kristoff snagged the bottle and poured himself a cup. “This is mine, by the way, so you owe me.”

“Fine, I’ll buy toilet paper l-- no, I know you, Bjorgman, you’re trying to distract me.”

Sven narrowed his eyes further, fixing Kristoff with a hard stare. He tried to look as innocent as possible as he went to rummage through the fridge, but then he remembered the way Anna had clung to him, the feel of her little hands in his hair, the press of her lips against--

“Oh my god! You kissed her!”

Kristoff stood, not bothering to hide his smile anymore. “Well, technically, she kissed me.”

“I fucking called it, man, I knew you wouldn’t be able to hold off that much longer.”

“We really did try.”

“You didn’t even make it a week, my guy,” Sven said amiably, meandering into the living room. “You tried harder at Mario Kart the other night. Which, by the way, I know you lost on purpose so Anna could win.”

Kristoff considered arguing, but then his phone lit up with a text from Anna, so instead he grinned and walked away to the sound of Sven sighing dramatically. “I heard that buzz! I know it’s her! Jesus, I’d say get a room, but--”

Kristoff didn’t hear the rest as he shut his bedroom door.

kris!! theres wifi i can text you

Im in first class look

That’s crazy

They gave you champagne this early in the morning?

supposed to be for mimosas

but it’s like 5 o clock somewhere

specifically romania so

That jet lag is going to be rough.

How long is your flight?

10 hrs to london then 3 to bucharest💀

but i think my seat turns into a bed so ill try to sleep

theres sooooo many movies tho!

omg theyre bringing more snacks….i feel like a movie star already

You kind of are.

havent made the movie yet!!

oh the director is here he wants to talk ttyl

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day 4

For some reason, her hands were shaking as they hovered over the green button. “Just do it, Anna,” she muttered to herself. “It’s just Kristoff. He told you to call.”

Thanks to the time difference and long flights, it had taken most of two days to even get here, and on her first full day in Romania she’d been so overwhelmed with the film set and meeting her co-star Adam and talking to the directors and producers and costumers and cameramen that she’d completely crashed the moment she’d gotten back to her hotel room. She’d woken up in the middle of the night and sent Kristoff a quick text apologizing for not calling; he’d responded almost immediately, reassuring her that it was fine and to just call him the next day. At a reasonable hour, he’d made sure to add, not at 2 A.M. Go back to sleep.

She had, and then she’d nearly missed her alarm and hadn’t had time to call him in the morning, and then she’d been filming her first scene and been so overwhelmed by all of that that now it was nearly six o’clock, and it was the first time she’d gotten to look at her phone all day.

He’d texted her once at around 9 A.M. her time. Good luck today! You’ll kill it. Her heart had done a funny little flip at the message, simple as it was; every time she thought of Kristoff, it didn’t feel quite real, like it was just a daydream she would wake up from, but here it was, concrete proof that even literally halfway around the world-- more than halfway, actually-- he was still thinking of her, still caring about her.

The remembrance of that was what finally gave her the courage to hit call. She felt too nervous to FaceTime him, especially considering she was already in sweatpants and halfway through eating a bowl of pasta on her bed. He picked up on the third ring, sounding breathless for some reason.

“Hey! Anna! How are you?”

“I’m, um, I’m good! How are you? You sound kind of...out of breath?”

“Oh, yeah, you caught me at the gym, so I--”

“Oh! I’m so sorry, let me hang up and--”

“No, don’t! I’m almost done, just--”

There was a quick beep in the background, and a whirring noise she hadn’t noticed until now stopped. “Okay, sorry, we’re good.”

She couldn’t help but imagine what he looked like right now, with his hair hanging in his eyes and sweat dripping down his very well-muscled--

“Anna? You there?”

He’d just asked her something, but she’d been too busy daydreaming to catch it. Maybe it really was for the best she hadn’t gone for FaceTime; she probably would have been struck speechless at the sight of him. “Sorry, I was just-- sorry. Um. What did you say?”

He laughed softly. “I asked how your first day of filming went.”

“Oh! It was good, really good, actually. We filmed that scene I auditioned with, actually. They changed the bit about the cowboy boots.”

“Thank god. I don’t know anything about movies, but I know that was awful.”

“Oh, yeah, Adam-- that’s who’s playing Jesse-- he said they’d have to double his paycheck if they wanted him to say shit like that, and then we kind of improv-ed something else and it went really well.”

“That’s awesome!”

Anna felt herself blushing, just barely, at the sound of the genuine pride in his voice. “It was, um, it was nothing, really.”

“So how’s all of it going? Are the...um...honestly, I don’t know who all is involved in making movies. But are the other people nice?”

“Yeah! I really like the girl who does my hair and makeup, her name’s Honey. Isn’t that cute?”

Kristoff laughed; she could hear him starting the car in the background. Anna bit her lip. “Oh-- did you get to shower?”

“I will at home, don’t worry. Anyway--”

“You need to focus on driving? Yeah, I totally get it, seriously. Bye!”

She hit the red button and quickly dropped her phone. Her heart had been pounding the whole time; god, she was really out of practice with this whole thing. Embarrassment swept over her, and she buried her face in her knees; how the hell was this going to work when she was too self-conscious to talk to him for more than five minutes? God, she’d be lucky if he ever bothered to call her again after this.

To her surprise, the phone buzzed only a moment later. She debated picking it up for a long moment, then decided to go ahead and rip the bandaid off and snatched it up.

Just FYI, I was feeling really nervous, too. Want me to call you back after I get home and shower?

For some reason, tears started to fill her eyes as she typed a response.

yes please :)

She showered, too, taking her time as she let the hot water work its magic on the tension in her shoulders, drawing in slow, deep breaths to steady herself. It wasn’t that every guy she’d ever dated had been bad, per se, just that it had been quite a long time since she’d been with someone who made her feel this nervous and excited and terrified and joyful all at once-- actually, now that she thought about it, she didn’t know if she’d ever liked someone else this much right off the bat. Since coming to L.A. almost two years ago, she’d had a string of bad luck with men, and it was strange readjusting to the notion that one would want to talk to her as much as she wanted to talk to him, that he actually wanted to hear about her day, that he saw right through all her embarrassing little defense mechanisms and somehow knew just what to say to make her feel better. Of course they knew each other, but this was something different, something more, as if she didn’t even have to say something for him to understand.

Her phone buzzed again ten minutes after she got out of the shower; with a smile, she picked it up.

“Hey, Kris.”

“Hey, Anna.”

“Ready to try again?”

“With you? Always.”

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day 9

“So I was telling her, like, ‘I wish I had a recent picture of him to show you because he’s like, super super hot.’ And she kind of made this face and was like ‘that won’t make a difference.’”

“No,” he muttered, his face turning even redder.

Anna giggled. “Then show me your face.”

He did so reluctantly; to his surprise, she didn’t laugh. “Kris, you know you are, like, super handsome, right? Seriously.”

“I’m, um, I’m just gonna—“

“I mean it. Like I get why you’re feeling shy about it and stuff but just know that, okay?”

He only nodded, feeling a little better, although his face was still heated. Anna, knowing when to leave well enough alone, smiled at him and continued her story. “Anyway, I told her all that and she just started laughing, and finally when I was done she was like ‘Anna, I’m gay’. And so then I showed her a picture of my sister, and I’m just saying, when we’re back in LA, we’re definitely doing a double date.”

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day 15

She didn’t know why she felt so nervous about telling him about it. She’d already texted him that morning telling him what scenes they were filming, and it wasn’t like it had meant anything; it was just part of the movie, and Adam was married anyway— but then again, it wasn’t that part that had really been bothering her. She still wasn’t sure until she was explaining it all to Kristoff, forcing herself to maintain eye contact as she held up her phone inside the blanket nest she’d constructed on her bed.

“And like, he and I are good friends now, so that at least made it easier. And we were all in character and stuff, so, you know, it felt right, and then they started the fake snow going and we just did it, you know?”

“Uh-huh,” Kristoff said, his voice neutral.

“That like— this doesn’t bother you, right?” she asked quickly. “Because seriously, it didn’t mean—“

“Anna, I know. This is literally your job, I’m not jealous or anything. But please tell me if I ever make you feel like I’m mad or something, because I’m seriously not.”

She let out the breath she’d been holding. “I— I know. I just...wanted to make sure. Because it still, like...still felt weird to me, you know? And I can’t figure out why.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “Have you done this before? Like, stage kissing and stuff?”

“Oh, yeah, lots of times. But this time felt kind of different. I just don’t know why.”

He considered it for a moment, looking so thoughtful she couldn’t help but smile, feeling a little flutter in her chest at the thought that he really and truly cared about helping her figure this out. “Enough about me, though, tell me about that crazy to-go order you texted me about. Did you end up getting to see the person who’d ordered it?”

They talked for so long Anna lost track of time, until she yawned so widely Kristoff stopped talking mid-sentence.

“Anna, what time is it there?”

“Um...close to eleven?”

“What time did you get up this morning?”

“...four.”

He laughed softly. “Get some sleep. I’ll talk to you again tomorrow morning, okay?”

She wanted to argue, but honestly she’d been fighting to keep her eyes open for the last half hour. “Night, Kris.”

“Night, Anna. Sweet dreams.”

He said that every night, but the way he’d smiled tonight— she was thinking about it until long after she’d hung up her phone and closed her eyes. Then, suddenly, she sat upright and snatched it up again, typing furiously.

figured it out...before, there’s never been someone i ACTUALLY wanted to kiss instead

I wish it had been me, too.

—

day 21

hey kris!!! sorry i know it’s the middle of the night there so i hope this doesn’t wake you up but i set an alarm on my phone for the exact time and as of like 10 seconds ago we’re halfway there!!!!!!! 😊😊😊

To her surprise, a response came just a few minutes later.

:) Knew we could do this.

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day 23

“I got my class schedule today.”

“Yeah? Show me!”

He held it up awkwardly to the camera, and she squinted at it. “Oh, wow, that’s a lot of blocks. Are you still going to work at Starbucks?”

“Yeah, I’ve been there the whole time I’ve been in school. Just work less hours on weekdays, usually pick up some early morning weekend shifts.”

“Oh, that sucks.”

He shrugged. “It works out. I, uh, I’ve got some scholarships that cover most of my tuition, so then it’s, y’know. Rent money and stuff.”

Anna frowned, feeling suddenly acutely aware of how much money she was making for a lot less work. “Will you have, like...any free time?”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” he said quickly, suddenly sounding nervous. “I promise I’ll still have time to hang out with you and stuff, just--”

“No, no that’s like-- shit, that’s not what I meant, Kris, I mean I kind of did but like-- I’m not trying to like, pressure you or--”

“No, I get it, I--”

“No, I mean like school is way important and you like--”

“Seriously, when I say we can--”

Anna took a deep breath. “Okay. You talk first.”

“I, um. I don’t want you to think, like, I won’t make time for you or something, though. Um-- that was all.”

She smiled, wishing she could be there in person; it was so much easier to reassure him when she could just squeeze his hand. “Seriously, that’s not what I meant. I was just worried about you, ‘cause that’s, like, a lot of stress. So if there’s anything I can do to like, help or whatever, just...just let me know. Like...with anything.”

“Seriously, I think it’ll help a ton to just have a pretty girl keeping me company while I study.”

She felt her cheeks turn pink. “What if I end up wanting to distract you?”

Now she wasn’t the only one blushing.

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day 30

“Miss you.”

“Miss you, too.”

Tonight, there wasn’t really anything else to say.

—-

day 34

He’d stopped leaving his phone on silent overnight; it was silly, really, but he always had a tiny fear that maybe something would happen over in Romania while he was asleep, and maybe Anna would need to reach him, and there probably wouldn’t be anything he could actually do...but still.

Despite that, though, it still took a lot to wake him, so when his phone went off one night close to three in the morning, he nearly missed the call. “Hello?” he mumbled sleepily, putting it to his ear.

He heard a familiar little giggle. “It’s FaceTime, Kris. I’m sorry to wake you up, I just-- I really wanted you to see this.”

“Oh-- hang on.” He fumbled for his glasses on the nightstand, sliding them on and blinking blearily at the screen. “Um...where are you? I just see, like...the ceiling?”

“Oh-- that’s cause I gave my phone to Honey, just a second, and she’ll show you.”

The phone was lifted up suddenly by a pretty woman with bronze skin and dark hair thrown up into a bun. “Nice to meet you, Anna’s boyfriend.”

He wondered if she could see him blush even in the dark room. “Nice to meet you, too.”

“Okay, okay, I’m ready!” he heard Anna chirp from somewhere. “Turn the camera!”

Honey did with a laugh, and Kristoff sat upright, his eyes wide. Anna was in a deep blue ballgown that fit perfectly to her torso before flaring out into a long, shimmery skirt. Her hair was down, set in curls that shone especially bright against the dark color of the gown, and she was smiling so brightly he thought his heart was going to burst.

“You look beautiful, baby,” he said, half-convinced he was still dreaming.

She was quiet for a moment, and then he realized she was blushing bright red. He heard Honey giggle, and then the phone was being handed back over to Anna. “You’ve never called me that before.”

“What, beautiful? I definitely--”

“No, I--” Her blush deepened. “Kris, are you wearing a shirt?”

He glanced down. “Oh-- uh, no, I’m not. Sorry, I didn’t think you’d be able to see without the lights--”

A mischievous glint was twinkling in her eye. “Trust me, Bjorgman, there’s nothing to apologize for.”

Now he was blushing, too. “Um-- so you’ve got to be filming something special today, right?”

“Yeah, the big ballroom scene. I just...I really love this dress, and the way Honey did my hair and stuff, and I, um...I wanted you to see.”

He smiled softly. “I’m glad. You really do look so, so beautiful.”

She opened her mouth to say something else, but then he heard Honey call, “Hey, Anna, say bye to the boyfriend, they want you on set in five.”

Anna turned back to the camera, looking suddenly nervous. “Kris, are you my boyfriend?”

“Do you want me to be?”

“Yeah.”

He grinned, no longer sleepy. “Okay.”

Anna laughed. “Okay?”

“Hey, it’s still the middle of the night, and I’m still kind of speechless after seeing you in that dress. Cut me some slack.”

“Go back to bed. Sorry I woke you up.”

He yawned. “I’m not.”

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day 40

“Look! All packed!” She grinned, turning her phone quickly around the room to show off her only slightly overstuffed suitcases. “And ready to come home!”

“Do you think you’ll miss it?”

“No, I mean...it’s beautiful and all here, but it’s still not home.”

Kristoff grinned at that. “You still want me to pick you up from the airport?”

“Um, is that even a question?”

He laughed. “Just making sure! I mean, six weeks is a long time, don’t know if you got tired of me.”

“Kristoff, the second I get back to LA, I’m like, jumping on you again and kissing the fuck out of you.”

He waggled his eyebrows. “And then?”

She could tease him, too. “And then you’d better hurry the hell up and take me back to your apartment so I can show you how much I missed you.”

“....Jesus Christ. Why does waiting two more days suddenly feel so much longer than the other forty?”

#3k words this time #yay yay yay #drtlp #my fics

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surveys-at-your-service · 5 years

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Survey #226

“i couldn't take my eyes off her, but that's not what i took off that night.”

So, how are you doing today? I'm mostly fine, I guess. I'm sooooo sleep-deprived from these damn night terrors, so it has me pretty moody. Then I'm bummed as all fuckhell that Sara and I can't be together on our anniversary. What is the last song that you had on repeat? I think it waaaas... "Idiosyncrasy" (it took me five million attempts to spell that right) by Korn. Are you a hedonist/masochist/in between? Neither. The best musical performance you’ve been to? I've only ever seen Alice Cooper, but it was WICKED. He did his signature decapitation illusion (how the fuck does that even work??), and the last song (it was a fucking amazing cover of "Another Brick In The Wall") had INCREDIBLE theatrics. I loved it. Who is your favorite drummer? *shrugs* Your favorite guitarist? Idk, really. Maybe Zakk Wylde. A vocalist with the best voice? Freddie Mercury's voice is so versatile and chill-inducing, Amy Lee is an obvious answer, Patrick Stump's voice is just so goddamn sexy, as is Brendon Urie's, as well as wide in vocal range. Do you have a band yourself? Maaaan, that'd be dope. But no. Do you write poetry or song lyrics? I used to write poems aaaaaall the time (y'know, the "I'm 14 and this is deep" kind), and I've actually really wanted to for a while now, but idk about what. Plus my word-weaving capability has drastically declined, so all I'd do is get mad. Your best memories: Meeting Sara, SARA'S FUCKING FACE WHEN SHE SAW ME IN HER BEDROOM ON HER LAST BIRTHDAY OH MY FUCKING GOD, a novel of things with Jason, seeing meerkats at the zoo for the first time, THE DAY GOD NOTICED ME THROUGH A GIF I WORKED WAY TOO HARD ON (I couldn't sleep for three days, and I wish I was kidding), uhhhh. A lot. Your worst memories: The night of the breakup, absolutely and entirely. Nothing compares. It was a slow, paralyzing trauma (don't get pissy about me using that word "as an exaggeration," it was diagnosed as such years ago) that entirely put me into an actual state of shock. I wish that night on absolutely nobody. No one. Funniest thing you've ever seen an animal do? Maaaaan, I could tell you a lot. Probably inarguably the funniest was Ginger (ex's beagle) WITHOUT FAIL losing her shit with jealousy or SOMETHING whenever she noticed Jason and I were doing anything that involved affection without her. That dog would LOSE IT with barking, tail wagging, and climbing all over him, and it was never not funny to see this fatass little dog turn into a living cockblock lmfao. OH YEAH then our late boxer Cali could be baited into howling if you did it sometimes. It was so, so cute. She'd always look so confused but do it anyway. I'm sure there're others; I've grown up with pets my whole life, but those are the only two that come to me now. What is on your mind? I wanna see Sara. Could you ever cheat on your significant other? I physically couldn't stand myself if I ever did. No. Ever been so disgraced that you had homicidal thoughts? Wow no. If so, whom did you wish to assassin? I mean I've talked about Ashley (not my sister) before, but they weren't seriously "homicidal." I wasn't going to actually do anything. If you wish to be famous, what would you want to be famous for? I don't wish it, but let's say I was. Some form of artist. ... Wait, I do want that. Errrmmm OH! A serious wildlife conservator. Do you think humanity is going downhill? Duh. What was the last thing you threw at someone? I have no clue. Do you ever want to be prom queen/king? I didn't care. Have you ever ran from the police? I'd prefer to stay out of jail. Are you afraid of clowns? No. Have you ever written on someone’s face in your yearbook? Ha ha yeeeaaah... When was the last time you made dinner? me?????? cook????????????? huh?????????????? Do you have any special plans coming up? I'm shooting my sister's gender reveal Sunday. :') Ash and her husband don't know the gender, so I am so fucking excited to see their reactions. Who do you want to be buried next to? Please don't bury me and just take up space. Cremate me and scatter the ashes somewhere, or do SOMETHING meaningful and creative. What is your favorite fish? Like... to eat? I haven't tried very much, but I liked striper forever and ever ago. If you mean visually, probably betta fish. Have you ever won a gold medal? Probably with kid stuff. Do you have any trophies? Also as a kid for A honor roll, as well as dance and sports overall. Do you work out? Oops no. When you introduce yourself, do you give hand shakes? It depends on who I'm talking to. Is there a limit to how many best friends you have? No? Do you have any hickeys on you? Bitch a girl can wish. Do you have the strength to say goodbye forever? Been there, finally done that. Will you talk to the person you like tonight? I talk to her every day throughout the day. Who did you last share a bed with? Sara. Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone? Sara or Mom. Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance? No. What are you listening to right now? I'm not actually listening to anything, but "Gypsy" by Fleetwood Mac is BURIED into my head rn. What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider? I've never tried to latter actually, but I'd probably still prefer hot chocolate, anyway. Do you make wishes at 11:11? No; I don't believe in that stuff. I have a friend who posts JUST "11:11 <3" or something like that every night on FB, and while it shouldn't, it annoys the fuck out of me. No one cares. Ever been on a golf cart? Yeah. Do you get blizzards where you live? No, never to the point where "blizzard" fits. What’s a biblical truth that you struggle with? lmao When was the last time you did something rebellious? *shrugs* Do you rebel against God a lot? I can genuinely say I don't give a fuck if I do or don't. Do you consider yourself creative? Very. What’s an old hobby that you want to pick back up? Sigh, reading. Do you ever read books to a pet? No. That seems without real purpose... and this is coming from me, an animal worshiper, just about. Like, you know they genuinely have no clue what you're saying or doing, and I highly doubt they're gonna stay still and look at the pictures. Do you have any pets? Two dogs, a cat, a rat, and a snake. What was the theme of your childhood bedroom? It didn't have a set theme. Partially because I grew up with the same room as my little sister, and we had very different interests. What color was your nursery as a baby? I have zero clue. Did I even have a proper nursery??? What was the last surgery you had? Getting a cyst above my asscrack removed lmaoooo. What’s something you prefer to keep private? Sexual history. I am very, very shy talking about that kind of stuff. Who is someone you look up to? *sobs "fischfuck" at the top of my lungs* As a child, did you have people you admired? STEVE IRWIN WAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY EMOTIONAL DAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Are you good at prioritizing? Eek... I'm unsure, to be honest. Which holiday is your favorite to decorate for? fuckin' Halloween hoe. Which holiday or season has the best decorations in stores? Soooo Halloween decor=room decor for me tbh lol. Who’s the prettiest YouTuber you watch? She doesn't have her own active YT channel anymore, but Suzy Hanson (GameGrumps' Arin's wife) is a fucking goddess. Oh, and while I've never watched her channel, I've seen Hannah Hart on GMM quite a few times, and she's actually one of my first signals that I wasn't straight because I definitely felt attracted to how naturally beautiful she is. What’s the most shocking thing that’s occurred in your life lately? Finding out my grandma has terminal cancer. How’s the weather been at your part of the world in the past week? It's been fucking hot. Thursday was the hottest October day in NC history, peaking at 100. Disgoostiiiiiing. Have you given something up recently? (for ex., candy, red meat etc.) Uhhhh well, this is semi-recently, I guess: I entirely stopped going to Chick-fil-a in protest of higher-ranking business employees or whatever supporting/making donations to anti-LGBT cults, especially conversion "therapy." What’s the worst thing about autumn? "How fleeting it is. I never feel like I get properly immersed in the experience. I blink and the leaves are gone and Thanksgiving is here and Christmas is right around the corner." <<< Perfect description. What is something you enjoy doing, even if you’re not very good at it? Drawing portraits, maybe. Do you work hard for your money? I don't have a job, never have had a stable one. However, on the occasion I'm hired to take pictures, I. Try. Really. Hard. What’s a song that most people interpret entirely wrong? "Mama I'm Coming Home" by Ozzy Osbourne was first to come to mind; reasonably, people tend to think the song is about his mother, but it's rather about his wife. Calling your wife that is apparently some English petname. When’s the last time you had cake? Wow, idk, actually. I think my niece mighta had some for her birthday in June? I know my nephew had cupcakes. Yeah, I think it was her b-day. Have you ever made your own soda from scratch? I have not. How about your own jam? No. Or pickled something? No. Did you grow anything in your garden this year? No, we don't have one. Or did someone give you something they grew in theirs? No. What’s the most romantic gift anyone’s given to you? Uhhhhhhhhhh idk. Do you like woolly socks? If so, do you ever make your own? NO, especially when you put sneakers over them or something. They feel so constricted. Do you have a laptop or desktop computer? A laptop that needs to be replaced, gah. Or fixed. I have a pure black crack and blob stretching across the left side of my screen that is super distracting and obscuring, and the right side of the top half is cracked along the side; I have duct tape to help keep it closed. Otherwise it's a fine laptop, though. Oh wait, and the apostrophe key is missing, so I have to hit the plastic pressure thingy that's easy to miss. Do you watch America’s Got Talent? No. If so, who has been your favorite contestant on AGT? My favorite ever was Landau Eugene Murphy Jr. Still have some of his covers on my iPod. Prince Poppycock is also my gay uncle that I would die for. What chore are you behind on? I need to dust my room good lort. Have you ever broken your phone screen? No, actually. Have you ever broke your computer screen? Well, refer to earlier question. I don't know if it's technically "broke," just damaged (it's not an actual scratch, btw; it's beyond the exterior screen). I need to take it somewhere to fix it ahhhhh. What department store do you shop at the most? Wal-Mart. Do you normally use the self-checkout or the regular checkout? Depends on how much we have. If it's just a handful or so, we just go do it ourselves. Which friend will be in your heart no matter what happens between you two? Sara, Megan. What is your most severe allergy? Pollen. Have you ever been kicked out of a store? No. OH SHIT NO WAIT, I THINK a friend and I may have wandered into Spencer's once when we were "too young." Or maybe we just got ID'd. Idk, idr. What was the stupidest mistake of your life? Turning a person into my sole source of "real" happiness, giving my entire soul to a flawed human being, being naive about love, all that jazz. Have you ever unfriended a sibling on social media? Well, she unfriended me. We're friends again now tho I think I pissed her off again. Oops. Do you watch Niki and Gabi on YouTube? If yes, which twin is your favorite: Niki or Gabi? I've heard of 'em, but don't know anything about/watch them. What was your favorite book you had to read for school? The Outsiders. The Handmaid's Tale is now right behind it. What do you want for your birthday this year? My '19 birthday has already passed, but if you mean like, my next one, idk. Maybe a new phone considering mine is GODawful with so many problems. Alllllthough I'm entirely aware I'll be putting a tattoo first, so... it depends on what I have, ha ha. Do you like rock music? Yep. What is the most beautiful landscape you have ever seen? MOUNTAINS!!!!!!!!!! What do you usually take for headaches? Advil/Ibuprofen. Have you ever switched doctors because of mistreatment? Or moreso carelessness and immeasurable ignorance masked by over-confidence. Do you film or record your doctor’s appointments? ??????????????????????????????? Can you even do that?????????????????? Which accomplishment are you most proud of yourself for? So, this kinda depends. I'm most likely to say "recovery," but I honestly give almost all credit to my psychiatrist and therapists. So I don't usually see *me* as playing a big role in it. Idk. So other days I'll say way more confidently graduating in the top 10% of the graduating class as a senior. Do you feel like you’ve accomplished anything yet with your life? Well yeah. What is your favorite medication that you take, and why? The combination I take of Vraylar + Lamictal due to how they interact and being massively responsible for me being stable. What is your favorite vitamin, and why? Do people???????????? have fave vitamins????????????????? List 5 people you know who have never been mean to you. Uh. I think Connie is it out of the people I know well/have known for a long time, lol. Would you rather do a craft project or a science experiment? s c i e n c e b i t c h Do you say garbage, trash, rubbish, or something else? "Trash," usually. Which Bratz doll was your favorite? I didn't have a favorite. Which Barbie doll was your favorite? ^ Which American Girl doll was your favorite? I don't remember. Do you decorate Mason jars? No, but I find them veeeeeery pretty when decorated well. What color band and stone does your class ring have? I didn't get one. Can you see the mountains from where you live? No, I wish... What is your favorite Lisa Frank character? angel!!!!!!!!!!!! KITTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Do you believe in the power of prayer? Not in the slightest. What color eyes does the person you like/love have? Are they pretty? A beautiful brown. Obviously if I call them beautiful. What was the first television show you were obsessed with? Pokemon cries. I never really like... showed just how much though. Looking back on when I was a kid, I took embarrassment poorly even then. Other girls thought I was weird for bringing a Psyduck plushy with me to school everyday, everyone in pre-k looked at me like "huh" when I brought my little Snorlax plush in for show-and-tell, I came to a point of only watching it when my sister was asleep, I was too scared to ask for the games, and- jfc okay I'm actually realizing I need to go back to therapy to talk about how deep my AvPD truly is rooted oops lmao. Do you eat chili when you get a hot dog, or do you like it plain? Chili is disgusting. Have you ever disowned anyone in your family? For what reasons? No. Is there anyone out there who has hurt you so much, you wish they’d die? No. Has anyone ever called you a sociopath before? No. How many times have you been drunk in your life? None got to the point of me feeling *actually* drunk. I've only ever been tipsy. When was the last time you acted really immature? *shrugs* Can you rely on one or more people to take up for you? Yeah, a few. When is the last time you sat around a campfire? I don't have a clue. Is there an important event coming up at your school? I think? It's some event all freshmen have to attend to all damn day and I'm not looking forward to it. It's for a good cause, but. It's gonna be a drag and I've had two incidents this school year of once collapsing and just last week almost fainting and vomiting just from the heat. Do you have a back-up career choice? What is it? Something with writing, I guess. Well, I ideally want to be a professional photographer but also a zoologist, but if photography goes absurdly well (this is incredibly unlikely, I know, but it's doable), I may not aim for a zoologist career, but get the necessary degree for it as back-up. I want an unquestionably stable back-up choice. My minor is Journalism, so like I mentioned up top, yeah, if things really go shitty, something in writing is an option. Would you ever get caught with a fake ID? No. Do you think religion justifies treating people unequally? I don't see the supposed "rationality" in this at all. No. Are men more attractive with longer or shorter hair? I guess it depends on the person, but I think I'm generally more attracted to men with longer hair. What color was the ink of the last pen you used? Black. Is there a name that you hear and cringe? I can't really say "cringe," but without fail, it's obvious who and what I think of the moment I hear the name "Jason," and it always causes this dull pain in my chest. What color are your dad’s eyes? They're dark brown. When you were a kid, was there a boy/girl that you said you were going to marry? No. Is your favourite TV show very popular? That '70s Show is, and Fullmetal Alchemist is among anime fans, at least. I don't think too many people know about Meerkat Manor, but I know it was and possibly still is Animal Planet's highest-grossing series, so it sure was big for viewers of that channel. What are you absolutely determined to do? Become at least a semi-successful photographer, make a great life with Sara, support my mom one day like she always has me, mostly overcome anxiety, photograph and touch a habituated meerkat of the KMP... a handful of things. Where would you rather be from? Somewhere in the U.S. that's not a homophobic, racist, gun-fucking, Bible-thumping cesspit of closed-minded shits. I love NC. How often do you play sports? Never. What website do you visit most often? YouTube. What do you wish you knew more about? Politics. What are some things you’ve had to unlearn? I stopped this as a young teenager, but I know I was one of those kids who used "retarded" as a substitute for "stupid." I absolutely hate that shit. I also had to unlearn uhhhh... man, I know there's a lot, I'm just blanking right now. What TV channel doesn’t exist but really should? *shrug* Where is the most interesting place you’ve been? Interesting to me personally, Chicago. Cities that massive are foreign to me. What fad or trend do you hope comes back? Scene fashion was art, don't @ me. What’s the best way to start the day? SLEEPY CUDDLES W/ YOUR S/O. What kind of art do you enjoy most? Man, idk. I love art so much. What have you only recently formed an opinion about? That's a good question. What is the most heartwarming thing you’ve ever seen? Literally today/yesterday when I watched the secret stream Mark did of gathering viewers to anonymously destroy random but small Twitch streamers' charity goals & he was too motivated and inspiring & everyone was so fucking confused but thankful and it was literally the most inarguably Chaotic Good thing I have ever borne witness to. For three hours I couldn't stop fucking smiling. What’s something you like to do the old-fashioned way? Hell if I know. Who has impressed you most with what they’ve accomplished? lol guess How do you relax after a hard day of work? I don't work. What TV show or movie do you refuse to watch? TV show? 13 Reasons Why is a hell no. The Human Centipede I wouldn't watch over my dead fucking body. Where would you spend all your time if you could? All my time? Idk. What’s the best way a person can spend their time? Improving the world. What’s the most interesting piece of art you’ve seen? I couldn't even try to answer that question. What’s worth spending more on to get the best? I dunno, probably a lot. Maybe food? Ensure it's safe, at least. What is the luckiest thing that has happened to you? Not flipping over in the wreck we got in when I was a kid, probably. All factors of it considered, we were told flipping would have been far more likely than my mom managing to keep us on four wheels. What are some small things that make your day better? Multiple things. Sara feeling positive, I'm fucking awful so having a yummy soda gives me a measly drop of Serotonin, I love seeing Venus come out of her rock to wander around, finding a new song to become utterly addicted to is great, cool weather outside... things like that. I'm sure there's more. What one thing do you really want but can’t afford? REALLY want? A trip to South Africa. What are you interested in that most people haven’t heard of? Uhhh idk. Otep, I suppose. As a band, anyway. She's actually the QUEEN of bigoted bitches. Why did you decide to do the work you are doing now? N/A What’s something you’ve been meaning to try but just haven’t gotten around to? Oh, idk. If all jobs had the same pay and hours, what job would you like to have? Still a photographer. Have you ever saved someone’s life? No. What’s the hardest lesson you’ve learned? People can tell you they'll always be there and still leave in the blink of an eye. What’s something you are self-conscious about? Unconventional interests/hobbies and my body. Have you ever given to any charities? Yes. What was the best compliment you’ve received? Idk. What’s the most immature thing that you do? Not gonna lie, I can act bratty if I don't get something I SERIOUSLY want. Which of your scars has the best story behind it? None, really. What have you created that you are most proud of? A novel of very developed and deep RP characters over the years. What do you regret not doing or starting when you were younger? Learning German. As you get older, what are you becoming more and more afraid of? Mom dying. Being independent. In what situation or place would you feel the most out of place in? Most out of place? Would, like not one I've actually experienced? Uhhh idk. An orgy lmao.

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