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✾K.E.- Dirty Secret☼✶

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Words: 2400

Warnings: oral, masterbation, accidental voyeurism, body worship, Kiri just lusting over you

Pairing: Kirishima Eijiro x FEM!reader

Summary: Kirishima has a dirty secret, and you accidentally find out what it is

Here you are! Hope you like it :) {also I’m posting this on mobile so I hope the formatting isn’t too weird}

===NSFW UNDER THE CUT===

Kirishima Eijiro didn't have very many dirty secrets he didn't tell you about, but this one was a dirty, dirty secret. You, under any and all circumstances, could not know about this particular secret. Period. He felt so ashamed and unmanly about it that he couldn't even tell Bakugo about it.

Kirishima knew you since the first year of UA, and he had taken a liking to you quite quickly. He only realized that he fell hard for you when you nearly got kidnapped along with Bakugo when the LOV attacked at the training camp. That wasn't the main secret, but another secret he was keeping from you nonetheless. Hormones are such a bitch sometimes, and his boy brain, riddled with depression and anxiety, had come to realize that you were very sexually appealing to him. It was actually kinda sad when the soft moans of your name left his lips every other night, but he couldn't help it.

You were just so damn attractive.

Immediately after his sessions, post orgasm clarity haunted his thoughts. He felt so bad about it, and sometimes when the guilt was too much he had to take away his own masturbation rights for a week. He would also give you little (apology) gifts so he wouldn't feel as bad. But he couldn't stop. He tried, he really did, to watch porn. He even matched the actress to your looks! But it didn't work. The horny monsters in his brain weren't fooled.

Being in the dorms was a bit of a hassle. The walls were thin, noise outside his room was eminent, and people tended to barge in whenever they pleased. So it was rare that he would reach down his pants unless it was in the middle of the night when no one was to disturb him. But today, most of the guys were out to the gym (Kirishima liked to call them gym dates, but Bakugo didn't like that all too much), and the corridor outside his room was void of loud noises. He had flaked because he was desperately hard due to his past week of guilt, and he needed relief as soon as he was able.

"Fuck," Kirishima mumbled as he cupped his groin. He pulled up your most recent Instagram post on his phone, and bit his lip.

It didn't matter if you were doing anything suggestive in your photo, because just seeing your face was enough. But holy, this picture was speaking to him on another wavelength. You were on your balcony (the caption was some shit about missing being home), and the sun shone off of your hair. He always loved it when you posted full body photos, or at least his dick did. He swiped through your post, a long whistle leaving his lips when he came across a picture with your tongue out.

Kirishima popped the button on his shorts and dragged down the zipper, giving him some breathing room. He slid down his boxers along with his shorts, letting them pool at his ankles. His cock twitched, drooling clear pre-cum. He wasted no time collecting it on his finger, and he spread it across his glans. A low groan escaped his lips as he impatiently rutted his hips upwards, sending a shiver down his spine.

He scrolled to the next photo, and he choked on a gasp. You were in a two-piece bathing suit, (a rare sight for him), and your hips were accentuated by the high waisted bottoms. Your bikini top was tiny, and your back was arched in a laugh. He quickly screenshotted it, scared that you might archive the post at any moment. He was getting into a nice rhythm, and he balanced his phone on his bedpost. His feet were still tangled with his shorts when he leaned down and rutted against his comforter. His shoulders were touching his mattress and his knees were planted, ass slightly lifted, giving himself enough room to grip his cock in his hand.

"God, fuck, you're so beautiful," he moaned, flicking his wrist. Kirishima didn't process the door opening and he continued to thrust into his hand, letting a guttural moan slip past his lips. He buried his nose into his pillow, and scrunched his eyes shut. "Shit, y/n. Juuust like that, baby."

"K-Kirishima-?" You stuttered, stood frozen at his door with a container of cookies in your hands.

His eyes immediately shot open, connecting with yours in an uncomfortable stare. He swore under his breath, and fumbled to shuffle his quilt around himself, dropping his phone on the floor in the process.

"I— uhm. I just—," Kirishima panicked, reaching for his phone, which was facing up. He prayed to every god that you hadn't seen your face on his screen, and he shut off his phone as quickly as he could. "I'm not a pervert I swear!!"

You laid down the cookies on his desk, and closed the door behind you. "Were you— were you doing what I thought you were doing?"

"D-depends..." he stuttered, "er— yes. I was uh, jerking off..."

"Not that part," you mumbled. "I meant like.. what you were looking at on your phone." Your face was just as flushed as his, and you couldn't believe that you forgot to knock before coming into your crush's room.

Kirishima's face paled in fear, and he scrambled to explain himself, "sorry! I am so sorry, y/n. That was so unmanly of me, a-and I know I don't have the— I know that I can't— I just, ugh. I'm so disgusting for that, and you can hit me as hard as you want. I don't deserve to be a hero—."

"Woah, woah, take a deep breath, Kiri-kun!" you waved your hands at him. "Calm down, don't panic. I'm not gonna run away."

He felt tears wetting his eyelashes, and he took a breath like you said. He realized that he was shaking in embarrassment and fear. He pulled his fingers through his hair and took a few more deep breaths, keeping his eyes glued to the floor.

"I- I just-," Kirishima collected himself, "yes. It's exactly what you think. I get that you probably hate me and everything now—."

"Hey, hey," you interrupted, clamping a hand over his mouth before you could think. "I don't hate you, Kiri. Far from it, actually. I'm honoured that you think I'm attractive enough to, y'know..." you pulled your hand away from his face, and he looked up at you in disbelief and hope.

"T-that was still gross of me..." Kirishima dragged.

"Not really. Well— ok, if it was anyone else it would've been weird," you flushed.

Kirishima looked up at you with round eyes, wishing that meant you liked him back. He couldn't help but steal glances at your lips, and he got reminded that yes, he was in fact still hard. His dick twitched as he thought of you leaning forward and kissing him, straddling his lap.

"I can't think straight right now," Kirishima breathed, imagining you in your bikini in front of him. Oh how he'd run his hands down the sides of your beautiful body...

"That's ok, I wouldn't expect you to," you assured, not really knowing what to do with yourself in this moment. In all honesty, you swelled with pride at the fact that Kirishima, your crush, liked you back. In your Instagram post, you had snuck the last picture in just for him, (even if he didn't know it). You were feeling confident in the photo, and courage ran through your veins.

"How long?" You asked, kneeling in front of Kirishima to lock eyes with him.

"—wha..?" Kiri shook his head to clear away his daydream, blushing hard when he realized your position.

"How long have you been... jerking off to me?" You asked again shyly.

Kirishima choked on his spit, not expecting your question, "uh, probably around the training camp a couple years back..." he said bashfully. He didn't want to mention the part where he saw you in just a towel when he was trying to drag Mineta from the girls' bathing rooms.

"That long, huh?" You giggled nervously. "C-can you show me what you do when you think about me?"

Kirishima's eyebrows shot up into his hairline, and his piercing red eyes locked onto your e/c ones. He nodded shakily, slowly peeling away his blanket. He looked away in embarrassment as he gripped his leaking cock and pumped his length a few times, swallowing his moans. He glanced back over to you through his bangs, and his breath hitched when he saw that your shirt was off. Your bra was mediocre; just a casual black. Kirishima wanted to know if you matched your panties with them, and he squeaked out a groan.

"T-this is ok, right?" You questioned sheepishly, trying not to make direct eye contact with his pretty cock.

"Fuck yeah," the red head whispered, grazing his eyes over your exposed skin. His wandering eyes made you cower a little, and you questioned your bravery.

You slid your hands around your stomach in a movement that was supposed to be unnoticeable, but Kiri grabbed your forearms to pull them away.

"S-sorry!" He panicked, "I just— don't want you to feel embarrassed in front of me. Here, is it ok if we switch positions?"

He smiled once you nodded, and he helped you onto his bed. His cheeks hurt from smiling, but he couldn't stop. He was now sat between your legs, and he gently pulled them apart.

"It's only fair if you get naked too, right?" Kirishima's lip quirked as he ran his hands along your thighs. He slid off your pants/skirt once you agreed, and he gulped anxiously. He had never been this close to you before, and it was nerve wracking. You were so much more gorgeous up close.

Kirishima scooted closer to your pelvis, and he tried to ignore his twitching cock. He focused on leaning up, and he gave you a sweet peck on the lips. You smiled shyly and leaned in again for another, and this time he needily sucked on your lower lip. His hands snaked around to your back, and fiddled with your bra clasp. He didn't want to tear his lips from yours, but he desperately wanted your bra off. Kirishima jumped a bit when he felt your hands on his, and he was about to pull away and apologize. Instead of swatting him away, you gripped the clasp and undid it yourself. He pulled away from the kiss only to watch you teasingly slip the bra straps off of your shoulders. When the piece of clothing hit the floor, he let you guide his big hands to your breasts. He gently squeezed, experimenting with his movements.

Kirishima loved the way you moaned gently at his touch, smiling and biting his lip, "you're so, so beautiful, y/n-chan. I can't believe this is happening..."

"Kiri," you whimpered, "do you really think so?"

"Of course!" He smiled up at you, "even when I just thought of you as a friend a few years ago. But being up close like this, you're even more pretty."

You smiled shakily at Kirishima, and put your hands over his. He leaned closer to kiss you again, finding peace with your lips. His cock jumped, reminding him that he was staining his blanket with pre-cum.

"Fuck, y/n, can I taste you? You smell so good," he growled, looking up at you while fiddling with your underwear. Kiri's cheeks were flushed adorably, and his teeth gently bit his lower lip.

"Please Kiri," you whispered, spreading your legs a little more.

"Call me Eijiro," he said gruffly, pulling down your panties as fast as he could without hurting you. "Please."

"Shit, Eijiro," you gasped as he leaned you back, gliding his fingers over your folds. He gave you a soft kiss before going back down and licking a stripe up your heat, flicking your clit a few times.

"Goddamn you taste so much better than I imagined, babe," he grinned up at you, sliding one of his fingers inside of your flower. He added another one quickly after, enjoying your pleased moans immensely. He suckled on your clit harshly, burring his face deeper between your legs.

"E-eiji," you whimpered, gripping the roots of his hair tightly, pulling him closer as you desperately ground your pelvis against his tongue. Your face was buzzing with warmth, and your mouth couldn't be kept shut. "Please, please that feels so good~."

"Yeah, you like that, babe?" Eijiro grumbled, "does my beautiful girl feel good because of this tongue? Yeah, fuck y/n you taste so good," he growled against your pussy, fingers still shoving in and out of your sopping hole, "god, your noises sound so fucking cute."

"Hah~," you cried loudly, legs shaking and clenching as Kiri ravished your cunt. "E-eij-Eijiro! Oh shit, Eiji I'm so c-close!"

"Mmmph," he growled louder. "Come on, babe, you can do it, cum around my fingers whenever you're ready. Fuck you're so beautiful like this."

You sobbed out his name again, blubbering 'please' and 'more' until he couldn't understand a word you were saying. "Ooh, fuckfuckfuckkk, please Eiji I'm gonna— I'm so— hah- so close!"

His head span in a rush of hormones, and he moaned harshly against your clit, pulling you over the edge with another cry leaving your lips. His slurps got quieter, and he slowed to a stop, beaming ear-to-ear at the obvious pleasure he caused you. "Holy shit, y/n. You ok? Was that good?"

"Yesss~," you groaned, limp against his mattress. "I don't think I'm gonna be able to walk for the next few hours."

"Well good thing I'm here to take care of you," Kiri leaned over you to kiss your lips, and helped you sit up. He offered you some water from his bottle, guiding your shaky hands to the cup.

"That was the best orgasm I've ever had, I swear," you sighed contently. "Give me a few and I'll help you out."

"Uh, I kinda already... dealt with it," Kirishima blushed, and you looked down to see his crumbled quilt with a puddle of semen on it. "Sorry.."

"Hm, don't be," you replied nuzzling into him. "I'll return the favour sometime soon."

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 3 years

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It's Delicate: Part II

Summary: Spencer Reid finds himself at a gas station at 2:00 am, thinking he’s only leaving with a cup of crappy coffee. But something taped to the door catches his eye. Spencer leaves the gas station with more than he intended: the chance at a friend, and maybe something more along the way.

Word Count: 3.6 k

Author’s Note: Here's the second part in It's Delicate, my first chapter fic. I've planned out kind of where I see this eventually going! Thank you to anyone who reads, likes, comments, and reblogs. It really means the world to me.

Content Warnings: Expletive language (3 uses), mentions of drug use, sexual innuendo

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It's Delicate

Sitting on the plane, Spencer looks out from the little window. For hours, there’s been nothing but corn fields and clouds. It’s eerily peaceful, being there high above the clouds. His whole life Spencer has felt this distance between him and everyone else, but nothing makes that feeling more prominent than being strapped in a glorified metal box 35,000 feet off the Earth’s surface. But the thing is, Spencer does need to be flying above the trees to feel lonely. He can do that with two feet on the ground.

Luke sits across Spencer, the table between them and a deck of playing cards are spread out across its surface. He has to nudge Spencer’s leg from under the table, trying to bring him back to reality as he stares out the window.

“Whatcha thinking,” Luke asks, Spencer has been noticing more and more that Luke is one of the few people that actually listens to him.

Spencer, whose mind is racing too fast to even formulate an articulate thought, attempts to dodge Luke’s question with a noncommittal shrug.

“Reid, these cases are hard for all of us, you gotta know that man,” Luke says, laying down a four of a kind.

Spencer narrows his eyes, shocked that it hasn’t clicked yet for the rest of the team. He cracks his neck, preparing to answer Luke.

“We almost locked up an innocent man, Alvez. I almost sent another man to the same fate as myself. What kind of fucked up message is that?” Spencer says, throwing down the cards on the table. He doesn’t wait for Luke to respond.

“I fold,”

Spencer walks off into the small kitchenette to make a cup of coffee. He doesn’t want to think about his increased reliance on coffee, because he knows it’s a hot cup of coffee or a cold needle of Dilaudid in his veins. Spencer checks his watch, it’s 10:17 pm, maybe too late to find a meeting at a church or rec center somewhere.

He sneaks a peak at his phone, which was still unfortunately on Airplane Mode, he hasn’t even gotten a chance to see if Y/N has responded. He doesn’t know much about her, just as much as she knows about him.

It’s a brave new world for Spencer and he’s knee deep into the unknown.

Spencer can feel Luke’s eyes on him. He just knows that the minute he gets home, a certain tech expert will be ringing him. He knows that it’s Luke’s way of caring, but for someone who’s been alone for so long, having people that actually care is almost drowning.

Walking back to his seat, Spencer hands Luke a coffee. He smiles slightly; it’s the awkward smile that he used to make when intimating police chiefs and idiot cops would look him up and down like he’s a TA. It’s a peace offering for Luke, who despite his tough looking exterior, is one of the kindest people Spencer knows.

“Look, Reid. I’m sorry that we didn’t put it together. It’s just that man that we caught, he’s not like you. He’s not innocent of crimes, he’s just innocent of this crime,” Luke says in an attempt to make Spencer feel a little bit better.

“The thing is Luke, I’m exactly like that man,”

Spencer returns to staring out the window. The cards and the coffee on the table are long ignored for the silence that is found when you’re high above the clouds.

Spencer hears Tara and Emily murmur quietly about going out for a round of drinks. Luke accepts, while JJ and Matt decline, eager to get home to their families. Emily looks over at Spencer, her eyes silently scanning him, his body language. Spencer knows that there’s nothing he can hide from Emily, so there’s no use in trying to pretend he’s alright when she can take one look at him and know that nothing is right.

“You guys have fun, I’m going to head home and get some sleep. I plan on visiting my mom tomorrow and mornings are usually better for her,” Spencer says, slinging his go bag around his shoulders and making the trek back to the security to check out.

He walks slowly, enjoying the sound of the crickets chirping as he trudges along. Spencer tries not to think about the man, Richard, who was almost locked up for a crime that he didn’t commit. Spencer is pretty sure that being the person to throw an innocent man in jail is worse than being the innocent man in jail.

Spencer’s phone buzzes loudly, disturbing the silence of his walk. He looks at the phone to see a couple of messages from Y/N. Spencer slides open the lock to his phone and hits the button to read her messages.

Y/N: Spencer...that has a nice ring to it. So tell me a little bit about yourself. Your big three, but as books. Go! 🌞🌙⬆️

Furrowing his brow, Spencer reads the message over again. He does not have a clue what “big three” means, but it seems like some sort of pop culture thing that he’s not skilled in. He wants to text Garcia for a translation, but he’s also not too keen on telling her how he came across Y/N’s number.

Y/N: I assume you’re working, but I'm kind of impatient so I’ll give you mine 🙃 I’m a Little Women sun, an Emma moon, and an In Cold Blood rising.

Y/N: Oh no….I hope my astrology didn’t turn you off

Y/N: Not that I was trying to turn you on

Y/N: omg Y/N please shut the fuck up

Astrology? Spencer isn’t one to judge, but he’s a scientist first and foremost. The idea that there is something written about him in the stars seems like ludicrous. He decided to ignore the other messages, particularly the ones with a little more than slight innuendo.

Spencer: Y/N- I’m sorry I just got out of work. As for my big three, I’m not sure about astrology. I don’t particularly believe in pseudoscience. But those are good choices. In Cold Blood is an excellent choice. Capote spent years researching the case. In fact his prose and technique inspired the entire “Nonfiction novel” genre. The world of journalism and true crime would not be where it is without Capote’s work.

Y/N: Oh my god. You are a total nerd. 🙀

That stops Spencer right in his tracks. He’s only a couple of yards away from the Volvo at this point, but somehow it feels a million miles away. You are a total nerd. The words replay in his mind as the small gray bubbles pop up again. Spencer can feel his heart constrict at Y/N’s words. It’s ridiculous, he’s nearly 34 and is getting upset that a stranger called him a nerd. Spencer unlocks his car and tosses his go bag, phone included onto the passenger seat.

After a couple of minutes his phone buzzes again. He’s half tempted to answer it, but the way his heart seems to beat faster tells him to ignore it.

Y/N: I fucking love it and I think you’ll love this too

Spencer’s entire demeanor changes as he reads the message. He’s always had difficulties reading emotion in writing, especially when he can’t analyze the handwriting. Sometimes, it’s even harder to judge inflection during conversations. Maybe that is why Spencer has spent all this time studying people, studying the way that their minds work. Before he can get too lost in his thoughts, another message pops up.

Y/N: Meet Capote and Second Cat

Y/N: They are the loves of my life

Spencer: They are very...distinguished looking. Capote is an excellent name choice then. Second Cat is also quite catchy.

Spencer hesitates before sending the message, he notices that Y/N uses what Garcia calls “emojis” quite frequently. He assumes that it’s some sort of “texting lingo” that expresses emotion in small graphics. Great, he thinks. He already has a difficult time deciphering Y/N’s cryptic wording and now he’s got to analyze these emojis.

Maybe he should profile her. He re-reads the message and settles on a “😄” because he figures that he can’t go wrong with offering Y/N a smile.

Spencer: I don’t have a cat, but when I was a kid I always wanted one, they’re quite good companions for those that live several different kinds of lifestyles. From active to sedentary, they are adaptable and independent. Honestly they are the perfect pet.

Y/N: Is this your way of telling you’re a crazy cat man? 😜 🙀

Spencer, still sitting in his car that’s parked in the parking lot, chuckles at Y/N’s response to his message. Maybe it’s just easier to ignore his rambling when it’s done through 1s and 0s and there isn’t a face to the words.

Spencer: I’m actually more of a fish guy

Y/N: Like a “I-like-to-go-fishing-and-post-picture-of-myself-kissing-my-catch-on-Tinder” kind of fish guy or...I can’t think of any other kind of fish men

Spencer, not totally understanding the obvious joke that Y/N is trying to make, settles on something that he hasn’t really ever tried: being himself.

Spencer: Not quite sure what a Tinder is, but I think fishing is terrifying and kissing a fish is something out of nightmares. But his name is Leo

Y/N: DiCaprio?

Spencer: Uhh, Tolstoy

Y/N: Good😉 ⚔️🕊️ 🇷🇺

Spencer glances at his clock on the control panel, it tells him that he’s been messaging with Y/N back and forth for nearly 22 minutes. He nearly forgot how tired he was.

Spencer: Y/N- I’m so sorry but, I just got to my car to drive home from work. I’ll text you tomorrow morning about the book club, maybe we can figure out some things.

Y/N: OMG Spencer!! you should have told me. I’ve been talking ur ear off. sleep well and yes please tomorrow we can talk about the book club

Y/N: Good night, Book Buddy 😴

Spencer wants to respond to Y/N, but he doesn’t know what to say. She seems to text so easily, and judging by that, she must be around Spencer’s age or a little bit younger. Besides JJ and Penelope, Spencer has never had a friend close to his age. It’s a strange new territory for him and he’s walking in head first into No Man’s Land.

He starts his Volvo, the check engine still lights but, reminding him once again to go get it fixed. Driving away from the parking lot, Spencer hands over his ID to Gina, the security guard. She checks his ID and gives him a tired smile. Spencer, as he drives home to his apartment, thinking about what books he and Y/N will read together. He wonders what kind of books are her favorite, if they have any authors that they can obsess over together, or if what she thinks a poet’s prose is.

The summer air rushing in through the window is nowhere as warm and as comforting as thought of Spencer finally having a friend that isn’t able to read the scars of his past in the text bubbles that pop up on her screen.

When Spencer opens his eyes for the first time that morning, he isn’t sure where he is. Sometimes, before he can stop his thoughts from travelling there, Spencer thinks he’s still in jail. He hates the feeling of terror that rushes over him but he hates the idea of being vulnerable a little bit more. But the softness of his pillows and the coolness of his cotton sheets remind him that he’s not sleeping on a hard cot with only a layer of fabric over his body. The light streams in through the half closed blinds, and Spencer judges by how brightly the sun shines in, it must be around 9:45 am.

He supposes that he prefers the way the sun’s rays paint horizontal bars across his face more than the vertical bars that cast gray shadows over his cell at Milburn Penitentiary.

It’s a day off from work, so Spencer didn’t set an alarm, instead allowing his mind and his body to catch up on some much needed rest. The nightmares have been getting better, but his dreams are still haunted by the way that he hardly recognizes himself anymore. Deciding that it will be a day spent in pajamas, Spencer goes to his bookshelf in his bedroom to pick out a couple of novels to read while he drinks his morning coffee and defrosts some of Luke’s strawberry pastries.

Before heading out of his room, Spencer stops himself in the doorway. He replays the events of last night. He declined to go out with the rest of the team, while he walked to his car he thought about the crickets telling the temperature, and he read over Y/N’s messages.

Y/N.

He promised he’d text her back in the morning about their book club. Last night, she didn’t seem to mind Spencer’s long messages and awkward phrasing. He still doesn’t really know how this Book Buddy thing would work, but since he found Y/N’s number on the flyer, he can only assume that she knows what to do. He leaps on his bed, landing with thud on his belly, to grab his phone that charges on his nightstand.

Spencer settles at his kitchen table, a cup of steaming hot Dark Roast coffee in a Captain Spock mug in one hand and, surprisingly, his phone in the other. He scrolls through the messages from last night, Y/N’s cat and emojis tempt a smile to Spencer’s face.

Not entirely sure how to start the conversation again, Spencer looks around for inspiration until his eyes land on a certain fish tank in the corner of his apartment. He snaps a quick picture of Leo and attaches it to the message.

Spencer: Good Morning from Leo & Spencer

Spencer sets down his phone after a moment when he realizes that Y/N is probably not going to answer him back in a couple of seconds. He takes out a strawberry pastry from his freezer and puts it into the toaster oven on a non-stick baking sheet. His thumbs run across the texture of the book he started on the plane ride after his and Luke’s ill fated poker game. It's a thin book of collected essays on the meaning of life. Camus, to Spencer, is a little pessimistic with his droning on about the meaninglessness of life. Though Spence has seen the absolute worst that humanity has to offer, he still has to believe that there’s a deeper meaning behind it all.

His toaster oven rings, altering him so that his toasted strawberry pastry is cooked. He plates his breakfast and pours himself another cup of coffee- he’ll need it to get through Camus’s section on Absurdism this early in the morning. But the flash of Spencer’s phone screen sends him reaching for his phone. Y/N replied to his message.

Y/N: hi leo!!!

Y/N: and you too Spencer :) Did you get a good night’s sleep. You got back late it seems.

Spencer, taking a bite of the strawberry pastry, ignores the burning sensation in his mouth. He types out a response to Y/N as he washes down the bite with a swing of coffee.

Spencer: I did, thank you. Can you tell me a little bit more about this book buddy thing. From what I gathered from the flyer it’s like a little book club of our own and we meet at the bookstore?

It doesn’t take long for Y/N to respond. The little gray dots pop up almost immediately after Spencer’s message is delivered.

Y/N: That’s about right! Is it okay if I call you? Kinda easier to talk that way 🤷‍♀️

Spencer reads over the message a couple of times. He doesn’t really like to talk on the phone and only does it out of necessity. He’s pretty sure that his voice is grating and his vocal fry is quite irritating. Yet, he finds himself replying “yes” to Y/N. Soon enough, his phone buzzes in his hand and Spencer has to remind himself how to pick up a call.

“Spencer? Um, this is Spencer Reid, right?” the voice says. It’s a woman’s voice and he can only assume that it’s Y/N, considering it is her phone number calling him.

“Y/N, uh hi. This is Dr. Spencer- I mean this is Spencer,” he says, nearly forgetting that Y/N doesn’t know him as Dr. Reid, but as just Spencer. It’s been a long time since someone has known him as Spencer.

“Oh great! It’s wonderful to finally have a voice to your name. So about these buddy reads. You seem to have a good grasp of what they are,” Y/N’s voice trails off a little bit at the end and Spencer finds it natural to fill in the silence.

“Yes, the flyer was quite informative. But I was wondering, do we read the same books or do we read different books?” Spencer asks, trying to restrain himself from scaring Y/N off. But something about her made him think that she didn’t scare easily.

Y/N chuckles lightly in the speaker of her phone, “that’s a good question, uh, I was actually going to ask you what you would rather. We can read the same books, or if it’s okay with you we can choose what the other would read for that week,”

“Oh really?” Spencer says, very much aware how his voice rises a couple of octaves. He can’t trust himself to hold back on rambling over the phone Y/N, so he resorts to using his strained, brittle voice that’s full of hesitation and restraint.

“That’s the plan, so whatcha thinking, Spencer,” Y/N says playfully, like she can sense that phone conversations maybe not make him feel at ease. There’s something so natural and silvery about her voice; it reminds Spencer of an audiobook reader. While he’s not too keen on audiobooks, he’s sure that he’d listen to anything she reads or has to say.

“Um, I think it sounds interesting to pick out books for each other. I tend to gravitate towards more technical books or even books that aren’t in English so, uh, I think it would be interesting to get out of my comfort zone,” Spencer says, cringing internally at using the word “interesting” twice in a couple of sentences.

“Well, as long as you don’t pick out something in physics or anything by Ayn Rand then I’d say we’re good,” Y/N says. Spencer thinks it’s a joke, but he’s not too sure how to respond.

“Will you still be my Book Buddy if I read 1 out of 2 of those?” Spencer asks, hoping she’d get that he is trying to continue the joke.

“Oh no Spencer please don’t tell me you’re an Ayn Rand fanboy,” she says, and by the airy way she laughs, Spencer ventures to guess his joke landed successfully.

“So,” Spencer starts, he never has made plans with people outside of his team, and on top of that, there’s something about Y/N’s quickness that makes him a little nervous to meet her.

“I’m talking your ear off, aren’t I? Please Spencer, if you’re going to be my Book Buddy, you’re going to have to get used to me talking a lot, especially you pick out good books, which, I already have a feeling you’re going to be favorite Book Buddy,”

For once in his life, Spencer doesn’t really know how to respond. He lets out something in between a strangled laughter and a noncommittal chuckle.

“So,” Y/N says, mirroring Spencer’s earlier words, “so are you free tonight, I can meet you at the bookstore..”

Y/N’s voice trails off and Spencer leaps to finish her sentences. It doesn’t feel like his interjecting or interrupting, but like he’s snapping a puzzle piece together.

“Does 7 work?” “7 is great, Spencer. It’s a date,”

Those three little words send Spencer’s eyes flying wide open. He scrambles to come up with answer to louden the silence that falls, but he swears he can hear a string of quiet curses before Y/N manages to squeak out a small “goodbye,”

Y/N’s last words play back in Spencer’s ears. He scolds himself for being so weird and awkward that the very idea of going on a date with him would send Y/N in a tizzy. It’s not a date, because Spencer can’t think about it being a date. It’s not a date because of the looming photo above his mantle that freezes his future in the past. It’s not a date because of the nightmare of vertical bars that haunt his dreams

It’s not a date. It’s so not a date because Spencer would call Luke to come over to help him if it was.

“Hey Luke,” Spencer says, trying to control the nervous waves in his voice, “no man, I’m fine, it’s uh, easier if you just come over. I’m fine, really,”

Y/N: I really hope you're not an Ayn Rand fanboy 😉

It’s so not a date.

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bakusdumptruck · 4 years

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Bakusquad Crack Post Pt.2

Hello you beautiful bitches 😌 hope you had a good day today! I was stuck on what I was going to write and decided to make a side story on what happened with the LoV in the first part! So now i’ll give you high bakusquad ft. The LoV🤩

Pairing: Aged up Bakusquad x gn!Y/n x LoV

Warnings: Use of marijuana, swearing, injuries, slight manga spoilers

Summary: Bakusquad gets kidnapped by the Lov, but it turns out better than expected.

✨QUICK RECAP ✨

You and the Bakusquad were v e r y faded chilling on a hill watching the stars

A nomu pops out of no where and you all start attacking, but completely miss

The nomu starts chasing you and ends up knocking everyone out

OKAY NOW LETS GET IT 😈

So... you got kidnapped by the infamous League of Villains

B💥: *waking up* “Fucking shit what hap- oh shit hey crusty 😏 never thought i’d be here again.”

ST(Shiggy)🧴: “Never thought you’d be this easy to catch you little bitch”

B💥: “WHO YOU CALLIN A LITTLE BITCH YOU FLAKEY FU-”

Y/n🥵: *evil/scary ass voice* “Bakugou if you don’t shut the fuck up right now i’ll let his flakey ass disintegrate you. You’re beING TOO FUCKING LOUD 😃🔪”

B💥: “uh... where’d you get that knife from :D”

K💪🏼: “Hey guys, sorry to ruin your moment but shouldn’t we be concerned that we got kidnapped.”

M💅🏽: “I agree... We literally got kidnapped by the people who want to kill us.”

S🕷: “Oh shit, that’s who they are? No wonder they looked so familiar.”

All: 👁👄👁

ST🧴: “Ya’ll are dumber than I expected... anyway we want you guys to join us. You all have powerful quirks, especially you Baku-”

B💥: “YAWWNNNN. No thank you. I already said no.”

ST🧴: “Did you just s a y the word yawn 🙃 *scratching neck* You’re pissing me off. I’ll just kill you then.”

S🕷: “Hold on mr.saltine, before you kill bakubro can we smoke our last joint? This weed was expensive and I AM NOT letting it go to waste. Plus I have even more and it needs to be gone before I die.”

M💅🏽: “Sero please tell me you didn’t bring your stoner pack.”

S🕷: *pulls out his so called “Seros Super Stoner Pack”*

Shiggy’s starting to regret his life choices.

All of a sudden Dabi pops out of no where

DB🔥: “Is that weed? I smell weed. Where is it.”

Sero had the most amazing idea, but not for them to escape no, he has had the most amazing idea to make sure he finishes his weed.

S🕷: “...Wanna smoke with us 👀 I already rolled a joint and I can roll at least 4 more. Don’t wanna let it all go to waste 😃”

DB🔥: “Let them out of the cuffs. I need to smoke.”

At this point Shigaraki is over everything and decides to smoke to distract himself from the stupidity.

So, ya know, Sero does his thing and hands yall the other papers to roll up

*30 minutes and 5 joints later...*

DB🔥: “NO BUT LIKE ENDEAVOR IS A FUCKING B I T C H. HE CAN KISS MY BURNT ASS.”

This smoke session somehow turned into a therapy session.

DB🔥: “I KNOW HE’S MY DAD BUT HOLY SHIT. FUCKER PUSHED ME INTO FAKING MY OWN FUCKING DEATH AND NOW HERE I AM. IM BURNT, MUSTY, AND STUCK WITH THIS CRUSTY ASS BITCH.”

Y/n🥵: *patting his back* “There there, let it out... uhuh just like that”

DB🔥: “I CAN’T EVEN FUCKING CRY. MY TEAR DUCTS ARE BURNT AND I FEEL DUMB AS FUCK CRYING WITH NO TEARS. I LOOK FUCKING CONSTIPATED.”

ST🧴: “Bitch please, you look constipated all the time.”

DB🔥: “Square the fuck up. 😃 Right now.”

D⚡️: “So... we just gon ignore the fact that he’s Endeavors “dead” son?”

Eventually Dabi lets everything off of his chest and goes off pouting in your arms

To lighten up the mood Sero connects his phone to his speaker and picks whatever song came up first

It was WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion.

Denki was the first one to get up and starts to rap the first verse. He knew it word for word.

Sero joined in after but also started dancing

Mans was MOVING them hips. Them shits were swaying like it was nobody’s business 💅🏽

WAIT SO HEAR ME OUT, I feel like Bakugou would be a completely different person when he’s high

Yeah he’s still angry and shit but he’d be sooooo fucking funny

This bitch would get up all of a sudden and be like

B💥: “YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG FUCKER. THIS IS HOW YOU FUCKING MOVE”

Then he starts aggressively twerking anyway he can 😭

He’s twerking on the wall, on the floor, ON PEOPLE

You all eventually form a circle around him and start hyping him up

LMAOO ITS LIKE THAT DANCE CIRCLE AT SCHOOL DANCES AND EVERYONE HAS THEIR PHONE OUT

Y/n🥵: “BEST FRIEND SHOW EM YOUR MOVES”

K:💪🏼: “GO, OUUU YUH GET IT I GUESS 💅🏽... OKAY IM NEXT BEST FRIEND. GET THE CAMERA 🤩”

KIRI FUCKING PUSHES HIM OUT

K💪🏼: “dougie 🤪 hype me up 😤🥵”

He does it REALLY bad, but that’s not gonna stop the hype

ST🧴: “AHAHAHA WHY HE MOVIN LIKE THAT. MANS STIFF AS FUCK”

M💅🏽: “Like you can do any better than that 😗”

ST🧴: “Baby please, watch this”

Shiggy starts voguing... and he’s really fucking good.

All: “💀”

DB🔥: “HOLY SHIT THIS IS FUCKING GOLD . YO GUYS GET THE FUCK OUT YOUR ROOMS. Hehe he’s gonna regret doing this. ”

The rest of the LoV members come out and are shocked

They don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or be disgusted

TG🔪: “Dabi... is he okay, wait a minute... wHEN DID THEY GET HERE”

SP🐊: “...I’m going back to my room.”

TW👺: “OUU YUH SHIGGY. GET IT BITCH- this is so fucking disgusting.”

Mr.Compress and Kurogiri don’t even bother to see whats happening

Once the most iconic part of the song pops up YOU AND MINA GO OFF.

M💅🏽: “OUT OF THE WAY BITCHES. ITS THE BADDIES TURN.”

Holy fuck can y/n and Mina marry me already. p l e a s e.

Yall hitting every beat, every move, THE ATTITUDE. Yes. A+. 1000/10

Everyone was screaming their asses off and jumping around

After WAP, Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low played

DB🔥: “OHHH SHIT ITS MY TIME WHORES”

Dabi pulls out a guitar and amp out of thin air and plays his fucking heart out.

Bakugou finds drums and plays like theres no tomorrow

Sero finds a bass and joins in

Y/n🥵: “What the fuck 😃 why is this so good 😃”

The rest of you starts head banging and singing along

K💪🏼: “TAKE A BREATH DONT IT SOUND SO EASY, NEVER HAD A DOUBT NOW IM GOING CRAZY WATCHING FROM THE FLOOR”

M💅🏽: “waYMENT- I THOUGHT HE COULDN’T SING. WHERE DID THAT COME FROM 😳”

Denki adds harmony to the next part

K💪🏼D⚡️: “TAKE A BREATH AND LET THE REST COME EASY, NEVER SETTLE DOWN CAUSE THE CASH FLOW LEAVES ME. ALWAYS, WANTING MORE”

Y/n🥵: “DENKI YOU TOO??? I’m going to pass away. This is too muCH. I’M GOING TO SIMP PLEASE.”

Oop, the best part’s coming up... who’s singing next?👀

DB🔥: “IT WAS NEVER A PHASE MOM. ITS A LIFE STYLE- CAUSE I GOT YOUR PICTURE IM COMING WITH YOU DEAR MARIA COUNT ME IN THERES A STORY AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS BOTTLE AND IM THE PEN.”

That shit was chefs fucking kiss. Dabi has the perfect voice for this song.

At this point you, Mina, and Shiggy were on the floor with tears streaming down your faces.

When yall thought it couldn’t get any better, Bakugou and Sero start harmonizing for the last part 💅🏽

B💥S🕷: MAKE IT COUNt WHEN IM THE ONE WHOS SELLING YOU OUT CAUSE IT FEELS LIKE STEALING HEARTS CALLING YOUR NAME FROM THE CROWD”

Dead. You flat lined. Your limit has been passed and now you’re a hard core simp.

Mina was so glad she started recording because there definitely won’t be another opportunity.

Y/n🥵: “Guys... WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. HOW CAN YOU PULL INSTRUMENTS OUT OF YOUR ASSES AND PLAY PERFECTLY. KIRI WHERE THE HELL DID THE VOICE COME FROM.”

The boys were sweating and out of breath. They just did a whole performance in the hide out with zero practice.

They stared at each other at the end for a little bit and excitedly hyped themselves up.

Dabi spoke about starting a band forgetting about his occupation and why the bakusquad was there in the first place

Honestly this moment was precious. The villains and aspiring hero’s were getting along because of the weed in their system. This just proves how weed can solve all your problems 💅🏽

*knock knock* “Doordash delivery”

ST🧴: “Oh, when did you guys order food?”

S🕷: “We didn’t order food...”

ST🧴: “... FUCKING SHIT NOT AGA-”

The pro hero’s busted in 🤩

DB🔥: “KUROGIRIIII. GET US THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.”

And just like the the LoV escaped

M💅🏽: “Ya kno what, I honestly forgot where we were.”

B💥: “Same.”

K💪🏼: “We were having too much fun...”

D⚡️: “Ughhh why’d they come so early 😫 we were boutta start a band 🥺”

S🕷: “Wait... why were we here again??”

Y/n🥵: “Sero...baby, maybe you should lay off the weed for a bit 💀”

Aizawa walked in and shot his scarf out to all of you. He made sure to make them uncomfortably tight and pulled you guys right to him.

A🐱: 👺👹*gremlin noises*👺👹

Lol you guys are fucked.

HELLOOOOO I hope you guys enjoyed this story of what went on when the squad got kidnapped!! Honestly my account is gonna have ALOT of bakusquad scenarios since I literally love all of them so much. Not a day goes by where I’m not thinking about hanging out with them 😭 Credits to jazzmonster for the gif 😌 once I saw it I knew I had to use it. Anywayy thank you all so much for the support :’-) I didn’t think people would actually like the stuff I write since its all over the place 😫 Hope you have a good rest of your day/night 🖤

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timetoresurface · 4 years

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one day at a time / JYH

online dating idol!au Yunho x Y/N 2,5k filled with a fluffy meet-cute

ATEEZ’s new comeback has me feeling things for Yunho. I HAD to give him a little scenario inspired by this text post that has been haunting me ever since I saw it. Honestly that guy has me feeling things, and I couldn’t be more proud of his growth on his stage presence.

optional second part where Y/N starts to realize she might like Yunho more than just a friend.

“He looks cute.” Your colleague, but also friend said while you were both going through Tinder during lunch-break. Your account to be more exact. You had been in Seoul for almost half a year now, and your contract was supposed to end, but due to the corona outbreak, you were stuck in Korea. Not that you necessarily minded because you had made some great friends here, and life wasn’t all that bad, but you did miss your home country. You missed the connection with people who spoke the same language, and who had watched the same tv shows while growing up.

“They are all cute, but I don’t know, maybe I shouldn’t swipe right to Korean boys.” You mumbled while you swiped left on the handsome person.

“Why not?” She asked you bewildered. “Every man you swipe right will be a match.” She continued with a strange enthusiasm for your non-existent love life.

“Because I’m a foreigner?” You asked her insecurely. That’s precisely why you didn’t want to match with some random Korean dude. They probably had this adventurous foreigner imagined in their head, and well, you weren’t exactly considered bold. You also had some experiences with Korean men in your time in Seoul, and they weren’t all that great. The one telling you to lose weight was by far the best you had encountered.

“Yes, a beautiful foreigner, and you should use that in your advantage.” She told you forcefully before she took a big bite out of her salad.

“I don’t want to be someone’s conquest just because I’m a foreigner, you know?” You tried to explain to her, but she wasn’t having any of it.

“You don’t want a relationship. I don’t see what the issue is?” She asked you sceptically while she kept her eyes on you.

“I don’t want to be Someone’s prize, and I also don’t want to have a relationship. I honestly don’t know what I want.” You dropped your head into your hands, ignoring your food, having lost your appetite. Meanwhile, your colleague, Yuna, kept looking through your Tinder. You had lost your interest in the app a while ago.

“Hey!” Yuna exclaimed, making you jump up in surprise. You quickly grabbed your phone to take a look at the commotion.

“Isn’t that guy in a k-pop band? I forgot their name, but they’re getting more famous every day.” You told her excitedly. You swiped through his profile, and you were in awe by his beauty. He only had two pictures of himself, but his bio sparked something in you. You had to give it to the person behind the profile, he did a real good job at piquing your interest. He wanted to hang out with Someone who had the same passion and love for eating ramen in the middle of the night at a 24/7 convenience store. Oddly specific, and oddly something you liked.

“I think he’s from ATEEZ.” Yuna thought out loud, and you simply shook your head. There was no question about it, the guy behind the profile was not the same as the one in the pictures.

“Someone must be using his pictures to get matches. Which Idol would ever make a profile on a dating app?” You said while putting your phone back on the table.

“Only one way to find out.” Yuna giggled before swiping right on the guy who could or could not be an idol. She took another bite of her food as if nothing had happened.

“What!” You screamed in panic after watching Yuna’s actions. “Why did you do that?” You asked her while shaking her shoulders, trying to get her back to her senses.

“It was the first guy who honestly sparked some interest in you. What else was I supposed to do?” She asked you as she tried to ignore the eyes of the other people in the cafeteria. It wasn’t the first time the two of you were loud. Most people simply shrugged it off as another day at the office with two crazy girls.

“You should’ve ignored it. He’s an idol. He doesn’t have a dating profile on the most basic dating app of all. It is probably some ugly guy who couldn’t get any matches with his own pictures.” You explained to her while you lowered your voice. Some people got used to you and Yuna being loud, but you still wanted to keep a good reputation.

“You don’t know that.” She told you at the same moment your phone made the Tinder notification sound. You both looked at each other before she grabbed your phone.

“It’s a match.” She simply announced before giving you your phone back. You kept your mouth shut. It was a weird feeling to have a match. You looked at the heart and your two profile pictures next to each other. That wasn’t such a bad combination if you said so yourself. If only he was the guy from the photos. Still, it was nice to have a match.

“I should have done that sooner if I had known it would shut you up.” She laughed at your awkward state.

“I never thought I’d have a match.” You confessed softly while you were looking through his profile.

“I’ve looked into the guy while you were drooling, and I can’t find this picture online. What if it really is him?” Yuna asked you excitedly. She showed you pictures of him, and indeed one of the selfies on his profile was nowhere to be found.

“You work fast.” You laughed, but she simply shrugged at your behaviour. People in Seoul are indeed more open to the idea of blind dating than where you were from.

“Are you going to message him?” She asked you.

“He probably has a lot of matches. I’m not going to say something first. I don’t want to bother him.” You told her honestly, which made her roll her eyes in annoyance.

“You are frustrating. Yunho probably likes girls who take the initiative.” She said while getting up to throw her leftover food away. She also took your untouched food with her.

“Yunho.” You mouthed softly. “That’s a nice name.” You whispered more to yourself. You were staring at his profile picture. He wasn’t the most handsome man you had ever seen, but he had this aura around him that was so inviting. He looked gentle and innocent.

“Y/N! Just send him something.” Yuna said at the same moment, your phone lit up with a notification from Tinder. You both looked at each other in panic.

“Oh, my God! He sent you something. Open it.” Yuna screeched excitedly.

“What if it is a dick pick?” You asked her, concern taking over your body.

“If he’s really Yuhno that would be extremely stupid of him,” Yuna told matter of factly, and you couldn’t deny her reasoning.

Yunho: I was trying to come up with a good pick-up line but then I realized they’re lame, so all I have to give you is a hello. Yunho: Hello.

“That’s actually really cute.” You told Yuna while you showed the message you had gotten from Yunho. She simply nodded her head while you pondered what to answer.

Y/N: Titanic. That’s my icebreaker. What’s up?

Yunho: hahaha I knew you would be funny! Yunho: I’m having a much-needed break from work at the moment. Yunho: What about you? Yunho: Your Korean is really good.

“He’s a double text kind of person. That’s cute.” Yuna remarked. You thought it was also cute to double text. It showed he was enthusiastic to talk to you, and somehow this fact made you feel warm inside. It made you feel appreciated.

“He seems nice.” You told her before putting your phone in your bag. “Our break is over. Let’s go.” You said while getting up.

“Let me know what happens next,” Yuna demanded before running off to wherever she was headed to.

“I will.” You yelled after her, making some people turn their head in surprise. This time you didn’t care though.

You and Yunho kept messaging for a couple of days. Sometimes one of you didn’t answer for hours because the other was busy, but it never bothered you. It was a good sign that he was busy. Someone who had a life outside of social media was always attractive. You hadn’t heard from him for a while now, and you had to admit, you were starting to worry that maybe you weren’t as exciting as you thought. Perhaps he had another match. Maybe the other person was better at keeping the conversation going. You hadn’t swiped right to any other guy because you honestly didn’t want to go through the stress again of not knowing what was going to happen.

Yunho: You still up?

Y/N: Yes. Why?

Your heart started to race, and the palms of your hands began to sweat. What was he implying with his question? Was he insinuating something? Or was he perhaps oblivious to the tone of his question?

Yunho: You told me yesterday you were walking next to Seongsan Bridge. There is a good ramen place there. Do you want to go? As in now?

You pondered what to answer to his question. It was nice talking to him through the safety of your phone, but it would be more fun to speak in person. A couple of minutes passed, and you had to answer because he already got the read notification. You didn’t want him to think you didn’t want to go have some food with him, but you were also scared. This would be your first date through a dating app, and honestly, it scared the living shit out of you.

Y/N: Sure.

Yunho: I was starting to worry there. Yunho: See you in a bit :) Yunho: *shared a location*

You decided to not dress up to go to a small ramen place. From what you gathered, it was a small business that looked cosier than high class. You really liked that he had chosen this place. You could just go in your jeans and t-shirt without having to worry about your appearance. You were, however, concerned with his. Who was going to be waiting for you when you got there?

You tried to shake it off. You were going to be open-minded to whoever who was going to show up. You only talked for a couple of days, but Yunho had left a great impression. You both had talked about your families, and how you weren’t able to see them for an extended period due to work. There were a lot of similarities, but not too much. You liked to have a different point of view from time to time. For example, he was more a dog person while you are more a cat person.

The wind was cold, but it didn’t bother you. The coolness was welcoming after a day filled, trying not to sweat out of your dress shirt at work. You strolled looking over at the bridge you saw every day coming back from work. You liked to take the long route back home. Seoul had a lot of views to offer, but numerous bridges were your favourite thing, and you were pleased such a beautiful piece of architecture was close to your home.

“Y/N?” Some yelled your name, insecurely, and you immediately stopped walking. Could that be the guy you had been messaging for the last couple of days? If you turned around, you couldn’t pretend him to be Yuhno anymore if he was Someone else. Were you ready for such a commitment?

“Yunho?” You replied, while you turned around. You were surprised, to say the least. The person standing in front of you was indeed Yuhno from ATEEZ. You couldn’t stop staring at him because you honestly hadn’t expected to see him here.

“I thought it was you. Not a lot of people here admire this bridge.” Yunho laughed softly while he took place next to you. You were both admiring the view when you realized you had to respond to his remark. That’s was people do in conversations.

“That’s a shame. It’s stunning.” You told him shyly, not knowing how to act around him. His pictures didn’t do him any justice. He was glowing in the setting sun, making his features even more appealing to you. He was clad in simple jeans and t-shirt combination like yourself. He was in black while you were wearing a white t-shirt.

“I’m going to be really honest. I didn’t expect you to show up.” You told him after a couple minutes of awkward silence. You appreciated the fact that he let you gather your thoughts.

“I asked you to come? Why wouldn’t I show up?” Yunho asked you, surprised. He didn’t understand what you were trying to say.

“That’s not what I meant. You’re an idol.” You tried to say more straight forward. He blinked a couple of times before he regained his casual form again.

“Oh, that.” He muttered while moving his head away from you. He was looking at the view again, but you had a feeling he wasn’t really looking.

“Why do you even have Tinder? You should delete it immediately.” You told him forcefully, not wanting to believe his stupidity. Why was an idol on a dating app?

“I actually only use the app to talk to you now. There is this setting where you can choose if people can see your profile. I turned that on the minute we started talking.” He explained while he looked into your eyes. There was this strange kind of connection between the two of you. You couldn’t place it, but somehow he had you wrapped around his finger.

“Oh. That’s smart.” You finally told him while you kept staring at his face. Why couldn’t you stop looking? Why couldn’t he stop staring?

“Thank you.” He softly thanked you while he averted his gaze away from you. The moment his eyes fell off you, you could finally breathe again. You didn’t realize you had been holding your breath in the first place.

“But still, I could’ve been someone with bad intentions.” You pressed the matter, which made him laugh. A strange sensation shot through your body the moment you heard his low chuckle. It was adorable yet manly, and it sounded like music to your ears. You could listen to it all day as if it was one of your favourite songs.

“But you’re not.” He concluded happily as if he had just been as worried as you about this meeting.

“You don’t know that.” You told him.

“I know enough to know you’re not that kind of person.” He kind of complimented you, and you liked it.

“You’re too naive, but I’ll take the compliment.” You told him with a smile which he happily returned.

“Good. Let’s go eat.” He laughed while he started walking toward the restaurant that was supposed to be the best ramen place on earth. His enthusiasm made you laugh, and soon the two of you were just joking with each other like old friends would. As if you hadn’t only met. As if you hadn’t actually met on an online dating app.

I’m going to be honest here. I could write more, but I really felt like this was enough to give you that inspiration to dream about him. Ever since that post I have been dreaming this scenario with Yunho, and lately I really love going to sleep haha

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fawnhunter · 4 years

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Oh shit my first post.

Hi my name is Claire and I present to you my A-Z fluff headcannons for Bakugou Katsuki. My king.

A= activites- what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

— This boy enjoys anything where he has a chance to make you smile and see it happen. He doesn't enjoy things like going to the movies because he won't be able to talk to you, but things like coffee dates and going to the mall he would be totally down for.

— Bakugou is one the kind of person where even though they have free time, they still have things they may want to do. That being said, he always makes sure you are at the most 15 feet away from him while doing said thing. Even if he’s just trying out a new recipe and you're sitting on the couch fidgeting with your phone. That's all he needs.

B=beauty- what do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

— This may be weird but he admires how much common sense you have, being he's the one that runs head first into crazy ideas and issues, having you gives him the feeling of being balanced. He always trusts you to make the right decisions for the both of you.

— The thing he thinks is beautiful about you is your shoulders and your back. He enjoys how you relax around him when he pulls you into a hug. Again, you give him that sense of being balanced.

C=comfort- How would they help their s/o during hard times or when they need it most?

— LOL. This man can barely handle his own emotions, how do you think he is going to handle yours. But in all seriousness as soon as you started crying he would have not the slightest idea of how to help you. He would probably try hugging you, but in the most stiff and awkward way. So awkward in fact it even stifled a laugh out of you.

D= dreams- how do they picture their future with their s/o?

— As a person who really doubts himself deep down on the inside. He decided that once he found that someone who really loved him for him, he was never going to let them go. This being said he already decided he IS going to marry you, it's just a matter of when.

E= equal- are they the dominant one or are they more passive in your relationship?

— I see him as the one who is always on you about your well being and not about the things you do. He has enough respect to understand that just because you're his, it doesn't mean he owns you. Still, he just always wants to know you're okay.

F= Flirting- how often do they flirt or tease their s/o? How smooth are they?

— This smug bastard is a damn good flirt.

— He is the smoothes man on the freakin planet. He KNOWS what he's doing.

— Will not hesitate to drop his voice a few octaves, wrap his hands around your waist and growl in your ear just to get what he wants.

G= Gratitude- How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o does for them?

— Katsuki is extremely grateful. His mom raised him to be thankful if nothing else.

— He notices the things you does for him, and always expresses how lucky he is to have you

H=Honesty- do they have any secret that they keep from their s/o or do they share everything

— If there was one thing he would keep from you, it would be how he treated deku when they were younger. Although if you were to come and ask about it, he wouldn't lie.

I=Inspiration- did their s/o change something about them or is it the other way around? (it could be personal issues or just trying new day to day things)

— To him you make home feel like home. Before you moved in with each other, he would have never called the place where he lived home.

— But now you moved in and added a little bit of you everywhere. Your favorite blanket on the couch, your shampoo next to his in the shower, and his favorite pictures of you two on the wall. He noticed all these little things and loved them all.

J=jealousy- do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

— Whew… here we go.

— First off it's never your fault, most of the time you were completely oblivious. Just walking into places with you he could see the way heads turned to look at you, all the while you were playing with the veins on his hand as you held it. It made him content in a way. It warmed his heart how you were only focused on him.

— But also how dare those people look at you.

K=kiss- how do they kiss? What was the first kiss like?

—I love the idea the katsuki tastes like caramel and brown sugar and HEAVEN and im gonna fucking stand by it.

— He's very heavy on the tongue. But he's not sloppy and overwhelming about it.

— Kisses with him rarely stay on the lips. Kisses on your jaw and neck.

— Enough to leave you flustered but not needy.

— When he's done he always kisses you on the forehead.

L=Love confession- How did it go down?

— It was your sixth or seventh dinner date, this one was at your place because you were trying to convince him you could cook just as well as he can.

— There you guys are sitting on your couch after dinner snuggled up watching a movie. You had fallen asleep on his chest. Hair tickling his nose. He looks down to see you snoring, your serene face looking so content. He leans down and gives your forehead a kiss.

— “I love you y/n”

— The look on this man's face when you snuggle in closer to him and whisper.

— “I love you too Katsuki”

— Is one of pure bliss.

M=Marriage- do they want to get married? How do they propose? Wedding day description?

— When he proposes, he does without a care in the world. Just one late night on the couch when suddenly he asks

— “Can we get married now?”

— The way you choke on air is hilarious

— “LiKe right NoW!!?!”

— “No dumbass in a couple of weeks or months..i don't know,,ANSWER THE QUESTION”

— “Yes, we can get married sure.”

— And from that point you didnt lift a fucking FINGER. He called his mom the very next day telling her you were going to need a dress (completely ignoring the screaming coming from his mother's end) Called his friends and asked Izuku to do all the intense planning.

— There was lots of orange and green

N=nicknames- what do they call their s/o?

— “You look cute baby”

— “Love ya....dumASS!”

O=Obsessed- how protective are they of their s/o? How much are they worried about them?

— He would end the fucking world for you. NO questions asked. Whatever you needed he would do for you.

— He knows you can protect yourself, hell, you remind him of that fact constantly. However he likes to make in known that he is there as back up as extra consequence

P=PDA- are they obvious about the relationship? Do they talk a lot about his s/o? Are they okay with affection in front of others?

— A doesn't feel the need to hide anything. If he wants to kiss he's going to, and that just fact.

— Will definitely boast about how great you are and rub it in to his friends all the amazing things to do for him.

— Will not admit it out loud but this man is putty in your hand and your wish is his command.

Q= Quirk- some random ability they have in a relationship

— Gives the BEST massages. His hand are already so warm and huge and…(this is fluff and i almost forgot)

R=Romance- how romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o smile? Are their ideas rather original or creative?

— Not the most extreme romantic. Can be when the time calls for it, but mostly enjoys that fact that you are there with him, rather than focusing on anything else.

— He finds that when he complains and bitches about his day it make you smile. (he has heard that he has a very expressive face)

S=support- do they push their s/o to do better? Do they believe in them?

— Katsuki is the one person in your life you will alway be able to depend on.

— WIll do whatever they need to do to help you achieve your goals.

T=thrill- are they okay with a certain routine or do they need some spice every once in a while?

— Routine is this boy's best friend. He likes coming home knowing what to expect and what to prepare for.

— All though he doesn't hate surprises and is always down for some spur of the moment fun.

U=Understanding- how well do they know you? Are they sensitive to your emotion?

— To Katsuki keeping you happy is his number one goal. This means he knows all the things that you love and like to do, and he tries to bring them up as much as possible.

— That being said, your happiness is really all he understands. I mean he can tell you are upset. But would have no clue how to go about it.

V=Value- how important is your relationship compared to other things in their life?

— In his mind, as long as he has you, everything will be alright. Meaning he puts you above all else, because you lead him forwards.

W=Wild card-Random Fluff bomb!!

— Katsuki likes to spoil you. You mean the world to him, and he knows he doesn't say it enough.

— Which means clothes, shoes and maybe even that new mixer (which he kinda wants as well) will just appear in your house giving no choice but to accept them.

X=XOXO- how affectionate are they? Are they a cuddle bug or do they like their space?

— Shows you he loves you more physically than saying it out loud.

— Will take any chance he can to cuddle when at home.

Y=Yearning- how do they cope when they miss you?

— Like shit. You are a big stress reliever for him and he normally has you there to make him feel better. But if you're not there not only does he miss you but he also has no one to really talk to. Therefore turning him into a grumpy monster

Zzz- how do you both fall asleep/nap

— Is the big spoon.

— He likes to sleep behind you so he can place his head in the crook of your neck.

— Other times he likes to completely lay out on top of you with his hands around your waist and his face on your stomach or chest.

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Thanks for reading babes.

MY REQUEST BOX IS OPEN PLEASE IM SO BORED AT HOME. ( I do Headcannons, short blurbs, and maybe scenarios)

Also be chaotic in my ask box I don’t mind ☺️

#bakugou headcanons #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #i love him can you tell #if he was real id simp as hard as possible.#claireblep

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mellometal · 3 years

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Hey, everyone.

If you saw the post from earlier, I had to delete it. There were things I forgot to discuss and things that didn't get saved into my drafts. Sorry if you have to see this again.

I've been WAITING to talk about Glee. Not in the good way either. There's so much wrong with the show, and it's sickening. Yes, I've watched the show last year. Against my will, but that's because of other people refusing to put on anything else besides Glee. I can say that I hate Glee with my entire being. (My initial reason for hating it was because they covered "SING" by My Chemical Romance and turned it into a slow, patriotic song when it's a song about rebellion. NOTHING about "SING" is patriotic. I hated the show since I first heard about it...for that very reason. I was like thirteen or so at the time when I first heard about Glee? Despite it being out since 2009.

Though it's been over for several years now, it's a show that many people have mixed feelings about. From what I've seen, you either love Glee or you absolutely hate it. There's no in-between that I've seen. (If you can't already tell, I hate the show.)

The show is a literal dumpster fire, the characters are all fucking awful people and all of them are poorly written, the script pisses me off, it literally makes me feel disgusting, and don't even get me started on the covers. Most of the covers aren't that good. A lot of them sound like nails on a chalkboard to me. The pacing of the show makes NO sense in certain areas (like when Blaine was initially made to be a grade above Kurt, but was then changed to be like the same grade as him so he'd stay). It just feels like everyone in the show is either a Mary Sue, a Gary Stu, their whole personality is just that they're from a minority group or they're EDGY AND HARDCORE DELINQUENTS BLEEEEHHHHH, creepy as fuck, bigoted as all hell, or they're just background characters who occasionally have the spotlight.

TW: The following post and any other posts that I'll make about this show contains subject matter that may be triggering for some audiences. It will go into subjects like racism, homophobia, ableism, outing of a person in the LGBT community, bigotry in general, statutory r@pe (between teachers and students), teachers being creepy towards students, mentioned past child m0l3stati0n and invalidation of the victim's trauma, making fun of su1c1d3, making fun of overdose, making fun of drug addiction....a lot of fucked up things.

If anything mentioned above is triggering for you, please feel free to scroll and consume safe media instead. I'd rather have you be safe than to be triggered by anything I'm gonna talk about.

Let's start off easy. The characters. It's easy to tear them apart. At least the most problematic ones.

Rachel, the Main Character™️, is textbook definition of a Mary Sue. Instead of calling her Rachel, I'm gonna call her Mary Sue for the whole post. She's almost completely perfect (like too perfect), her flaws are minor if anything, she gets all the special treatment....you get the picture. When Mary Sue does anything fucked up or she says anything fucked up, it either goes unnoticed, people make up excuses for her being a shitty person, or it gets twisted so it looks like Mary Sue is the hero! (I hate her. So much. I cannot stand her.)

Aaawwww, Mary Sue didn't want some OTHER GIRL (Sunshine) to steal HER spotlight, so she SENT THIS GIRL TO A CRACK HOUSE. A FUCKING CRACK HOUSE, OF ALL PLACES. A PLACE WHERE THIS GIRL COULD HAVE BEEN PUT IN SERIOUS DANGER. THIS GIRL COULD HAVE BEEN SERIOUSLY INJURED AT BEST AND KILLED AT WORST. Yes, I'm aware not all drug houses are the same, but still. It doesn't matter what this girl did. What Sunshine did is irrelevant. It's not okay to send people to strange places where they don't know anyone, and are put in danger, even to the point of either getting injured or killed. But it's okay, because at least it's not an "active" crack house you sent Sunshine to, RIGHT, Mary Sue? You still sent some poor girl to a place where she could have been put in serious danger, even to possibly get injured or killed, all because you didn't want her to steal YOUR spotlight. You fucking disgusting, entitled, bratty cunt. You don't need the spotlight all the time anyway. THAT'S HOW THEATRE WORKS. YOU DON'T ALWAYS GET THE LEAD ROLE. YOU DON'T ALWAYS GET THE ROLE YOU WANT. AND THAT'S OKAY. YOU WORK WITH WHAT YOU GOT. Sincerely, a theatre kid.

There are other fucked up things Mary Sue has done, but this is the one thing I could find anyone talking about. If I remember correctly, she hurt her Gay Best Friend™️ Kurt in some way. All I remember is that Kurt was mad at Mary Sue about something. Mary Sue is annoying as fuck. What else can I say about her?

Next, we have Finn, who's textbook definition of a Gary Stu. I'll call him Gary Stu throughout this post. I hate this fucker too. He's the Main Character's Boyfriend™️, the Hot Quarterback™️, and The Good Guy™️. Yet....he's not a good person. He's treated like he's a good person, but he's really not. His flaws are fairly minor and excused (and any major flaws aren't even talked about much), he's almost completely perfect, and every fucked up thing he does is ignored or is justified in some way. Like how he outed Santana as lesbian in the hallway WITHIN EARSHOT OF EVERYONE. HE DIDN'T EVEN APOLOGIZE FOR THIS.

As a woman who has struggled with her sexuality growing up, this really brought back shit I went through. I "dated" boys when I was younger to cover up the fact that I'm only attracted to other women. I wasn't happy with these guys at all. I acted like I did so nobody would suspect anything. I felt nothing for them, except for in a platonic way. I've been outed twice. Once when I thought I was bisexual with a strong preference for other women (by my dad's girlfriend at the time), and when I came out as lesbian (by my brother). It sucks to be outed. The people who outed me in real life could have put me in danger. They could have made it so I had no place to go back to. They could have had me get hurt. It's a scary feeling. Like, it doesn't matter if you're supportive or if you're in the LGBT community. You don't fucking out people without their explicit permission. You especially don't out people to their abusers or to people they don't trust, let alone out them publicly. That's what happened to me. I don't wish this on anyone.

***By the way, for anyone who's closeted, you're valid, I love you, and I know how it feels to be stuck in the closet. You don't have to come out right now. Come out whenever you're ready to. Whenever it's safe for you to do so.***

Or how about the fact that Gary Stu made fun of Kurt's voice because he's gay? Gary Stu apparently has ✨anger issues✨ and that's pretty much the excuse they use to justify him doing fucked up shit to people.

They treat the characters who are from minority groups (i.e., BIPOC, AAPI, LGBT community, disabled people) like absolute garbage, put them through all this horrific shit, or they put them on a pedestal simply for being in a minority group. The teachers and other school staff are either written to be total bigots (Sue), or they're total pr3dators (Mr. Schue, the school nurse, and another teacher who I can't remember her name off the top of my head).

Sue pretty much only exists to be a poorly written villain who's a bigoted bitch just to be a bigoted bitch. Yes, there were some things she WAS right about (like how "Blurred Lines" wasn't an appropriate song choice for the Glee Club™️, but Mr. Schue The Pr3dator™️ downplayed it). Other than that...that's all I can think of. Because everything else that came out of her mouth was bigoted bullshit. Like these right here, for example:

Or how she drugged the principal, date r@ped him, and blackmailed him?

How about them making a tasteless joke about Sue committing su1c1d3 and having her "overdose" on multivitamin gummies?

DO I NEED TO EXPLAIN HOW FUCKED UP ALL OF THIS IS? I do? Well, first of all, she called people racist, homophobic, ableist, and otherwise disgusting names. She boiled them down to their race, sexual orientation, their disability, and their appearance in general. Second, SHE DRUGGED, BLACKMAILED, AND DATE R@PED SOMEBODY. I don't think I need to explain how that's bad. The evidence is right there. Third, she said she was committing "sue-icide" by overdosing on multivitamin gummies. (Yes, you actually can OD on vitamins in supplement form, and it can cause serious symptoms and even death. Specifically with vitamins A, D, E, and K, and Iron. Vitamins A, D, E, and K are fat-soluble. They're a lot harder to remove from the body. The B vitamins and vitamin C aren't as severe if you do OD on them because they're water-soluble, but still be careful. You can't OD on vitamins and minerals you find in food. If you take supplements, vitamins, etc., only take what's on the bottle.) As someone who has su1c1d@l thoughts on and off, this is extremely insulting. Yes, I do use humor and I joke about my own experiences to cope, but this? Nah. Nothing about this is funny or cute in the slightest. Enough said.

Do I need to explain how fucking terrible it is to make light of a serious topic like this? It was never funny to see Britney Spears' mental health be at that low of a point in 2007. It was never funny to see the abuse the paparazzi inflicted on her. How the fuck was this ever okay? You can dislike Britney Spears all you want, but this was never it.

This is all I have for now. I'll probably make a part two because there are way too many things to talk about.

#mello speaks #glee #i hate this show #tw racism mention #tw date r@pe mention #tw suidice #tw homophobia mention #tw ableism mention #tw drug mention #i literally hate everyone in this show so much #tw pr3dator mention (will dive deep into this in part two)#tw od mention #anti glee

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jeffhane · 3 years

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dynasty live watching: an incoherent post so that i’m not spoiling people on the twitter tl (i doubt any of this will be chronological or coherent enough to actually contain spoilers but better safe than sorry!)

oh my god the “previously on” - i forgot abt fallon and evan....

Theyre at a FUNERAL??? this was actually predicted but oh my god. if its steven i am going to be so mad. what an unfitting end to the- WAIT WHAT SIX MONTHS? what was that font;;;;:; whes sueiwjwk

copper arch🥵🥵🥵

this is cute. this is cute i like faloon pretty women so true

BYE I FORGOT ABT THIS VASE

fallon is genuinely such a bad person this is so bizarre,,,, i think she needs to calm down about oiterally everything ever

“This wedding is our chance to break the cycle of craziness” babe ur literally the one making the cycle of craziness

w. was that an ikmenn of liam getting his head off

JEFF MY BELOVED HE LOOKS STUNNING IN THAT OUTFIT. WHYS ALEXIS HERW “POWER COUPLE” YOU WERID MANIPULATIVE PERSON GET AWAY FROM HIM LOL

alexis is up to no good. bad bad jpeg. why do they write her dialogue like this

adam is acted so well lmao he’s the most unhinged person to ever exist *screams*

ohhh dominique, i don’t remember much abt her 😭😭😭 this woman she’s with is beautiful

ITS LAGGING????? i cannot Believe tjis

~rebrand~ ok girlboss!!!!!!!!! can we ship this businesswoman i dont recall her name with fallon???? id like that i think

too many plotlines have happened in too many minutes, i’m already forgettint things that have happened... isn’t blake supposed to be in prisoj? no? Ok: sure

adam is constantly doing this expression that is like 👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁 HI SAM HI SAM HI SAM BEAUTIFUL MAN I LOVE HIM WHOS THIS MAN

raf is so stunning ughhhh i’m loving the costumes this season, everyone looks great! is this man a sam love interest? nervous? that is kinda cute. i miss stevej though. sadness. so many emotions

UHHHH hi alexis sure ig ur here

~OMENS~ babe that’s a tad dramatic don’t you think?????????? “Ignore the lore at your own peril” alright

WHOS THAT? WHOS THAT? OH HER OK

bye everything is going wrong for this......:..:::... *rubs hands together evilly* that will certainly be entertaining

credit scene!!! such a beautiful cast! where’s anders, oh how i miss him... i miss monica too wasn’t she supposed to be BACK🤔🤔🤔🧐🧐🤨🤨

its a commercial break... havent had to watch the show with these for so long😑😑😑. getting american ads is so funny bc the vast majority of them are Not at all relevant... at all

BACK TO DYNASTY!!!!!! was that a slinky? huh? oh ok that’s why the marriage is happening at the manor. #whenyouonlyhaveoneset oh hi ok monica so shes not going to be here?????😑😔😳

WHY IS SHE GETTING A CAR I FEEL LIKE THATS FORESHAWDOIWIJG FOR UMMMMM.... NOT GOOD THINGS ..... ITS LAGGING AGAIN 🤨

blake having dinner... ok hi cristal,,,,; is the priest subplot back? that was a weird one

adam???? how on earth does adam work his way into everything? NEXT GUEST? HUH? are you cheating on your wife? HI CULHANE! HI!

“straight people are exhausting” i mean yes, objectively, absolutely, but culhane is #notstraight .... idk how i feel about sam and this man. also what? huh? staying here? ok cool ig

OHHHHH he got married i see i see

“Haven’t you milked the carrington cow already” but....... she is literally the person who deserves the stuff..... k......... i don’t like dominique but she was given the short end of the stick also blake stop manipulating people just bc they tell u the truth😶😶😶😶😶😶😶

frustrated that we haven’t seen fallon in any non-wedding related stuff yet i always liked her more ~dramatic~ plots . like she’s a sweetheart but i do want her to evolve beyond thsi. idk if that makes sense. ok bye

“A relative’s happy marriage” uh???? we live in a society😔📈

who is father lynch<3333 oh he is in the hospital that’s not great oh adam upset that’s new /s

y is kirby dressed like an elf. god bless.

ughhhh i just think adam is not good for kirby. he’s not good in general. so true . what is he up to. ads again hhhhhhhhhh💯

omg we are back!!!!! blake wear the suit!! hi liz!!! i’ve seen pictures of this outfit, it looks nice. “I really want things to work out with liam” now that would be great but you’re in a soap opera so the chances of that are .... I DONT EVEN ONOW IF U CAN WEATHER ANYTHING W CRISTAL...)))))!$$ NOT NECESSARILY THE BEET CHOICE????

~technically it wasn’t cancelled~ alright love i feel as though you’re not telling the full truth here. ok his name is ryan . we know that now . cool . this relationship is awkward but it could be sweet

what the Fuck is dominique talking about this is so creepy😭😭😭 please do not market lingerie to ur niece 🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂 why does no one in this show know how to be polite

“You want me to stake my personal assets” i’m sure this would be meaningful if i knew anything about finance????? WAIT WAIT WIAT WAIT WAIT DHE REHEARING THE SAM DONS G THE SONG ALEXIS DONT INTERRUPT HER SINGING THE SONG🧐😔😔😔🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🥰🥰🤬😤😤😤😤😤😤

~duplicitous sham~ that’s quite a juicy phrase ms fallon. alexis i dislike your marriage. and you in fact. yes x . “We were just like any other newlyweds” except the newlywed factor........:

anders. oh my god i adore him so much. he reminds me of my grandfather . YES adam is dangerous. anders i love you so much. be my grandfather figure. top 10 cool old dudes of all time.

liz is so beautiful how am i suppised to “Focus” on the “storyline” kirby just went 🥰🥰 also hi culhane ily babe

“My father’s convinced adam is pure evil” you see, that is......... trueeeee...........:.::: im sorry culhane ily love

this dialogue unfortunately does not flow all that well LOL . people dont think up things like this on the fly “my love is like that boutineer” sir i guarantee that metaphors r not going to save ur relationship... HI sam. so true. hi ily. samhane? culsam? 😳😳

DONT STEAL ANDERS SPOT OH HI JEFF YOU LOOK STUNNING.......... BEAUTIFUL BOY ....... HI!!!! ~you are the only family you’ve ever needed~ shit none of this wouldve happened if the Carringtons werent so greedy ij the first place

~true love has many faces~ how many anti liam omens can they sneak in into the episode 😭😭😭😭 hi laura whats up

the poor waiters at this establishment...... why does laura look like a rlly young version of my grandma........: huh.... wont think abt it /... alexis bad mom.jpeg

“I don’t want to miss my sons special day” ok bye i don’t #care she’s kind of rude

fallon trying to avoid future drama is confusing to me as that used to be her ENTIRE THING? HUH??? everyones talking to their moms today what the heck do that many people talk to their moms???

jeff hiiiii <333 that maroon suit!!!!! love!!!!!

Dont hurt anders you strange little evil man!!!!!!!!!!! (Adam, for reference)

fallon likes to ~e n u n c i a t e~ her dialogue. Drama Teachers Love Her

FIRBY SCENE! WELL THEY R TALKINF! UWU ! UWU ! smiles:) smiiiiiles:) the height difference i cannot do this😑😊😊😊🕯🕯🕯 BYE

BueirHWIIDWJDIWIFJWIFJWJJFWJFJWJDJWJDJWIFJWJFJWJDKWJDJWDJJWHDWHDHWHEHWHDHWJDJWJRJWJEJWJDJQUEUWJEJWJEJW CRIES SOBS SCREAMS THIS OS SO FUCKING FUNNY

Kirby you dumbass😭😭😭😭😭 ALEXIS WUDIWNDJW JEFF CAN YOU NOT HEF FCANKREMTIWN WHY IS THIS DIALOGUE IM SCREAMIGNRJFJD

kirby babe you are the kist imorjri WHQT? HUH? when all the characters have the maturity of a 13 yr old <33333 DID THE SHOW JUST END?????? OK.... DAMN.... they were really 2 minutes away from the end and remembered that things are supposed to happen in tv show episodes.... i cannot tell whether it os over actually?????? huh??? going to keep watching because it would be so embarrassing if i missed a few minutes oh yeah theres more

IM SORRY WHYBARE THESE PEOPLE SO STUPID. every single one of them. ih my god l. ohhhh my god . “I never meant to hurt you” you cheated on him. both of them are bad people. 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨 kirby darling what were you thinking . this dress on kirby is STUNNING ugh, she’s so charming . adam Shut the fuck up. He hasn’t said anything but shut the fuck up. OH MY GOD ADAM SHUT THE FUCK UP. OH MY GOD I HATE ADAM SO MUXH. OH MY GOD HOW IS HE THE WORST PERSON TO EVER LIVE 😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶 HES SO EVIL

“I didn’t want to tell you because i didnt want you to think of me as a monster” why did you do that stuff then bro . Kirby you SHOULDNT trust someone after they say that? How naive? Huh ?

omg hello jeffs grandma!!!!! she deserves better than every shitshow in this family... god🤨 dominique being a good person? i like to see that. she seems so genuine. ok this is nice . wait... SAFE? 😳😳😳😳 💴 💵 #money i miss monica

why do they never have sufficient lifhting in WAIT..... HER?????? #dumbofass HI JEFF <33333333 HI you can scam and whatever ur allowed to i support u

ooohhhh GORGEOUS fallon outfit

“Such a fail” IS THIS 2012 . CRINE HEIDJWJFIWNDWJDNWKFJW ENJDJSDJWJNDJWJD they keep saying folklore and im thinking its some sort of reference to the album and i get confused. wheres scheming fallon. need scheming fallon. do a scheme. do it

“We are that lucky couple” press x to doubt .... wait who is this🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 this seems cincerning im cocnentwd why did it zoom in on this random man

#how many ads are there you ask?#too many #i never watch things live #this is .... a lot #american cell service is so cheap #cruella de vil ad😭#how does the cw app work #more ads ig #i dont have the attention span to remember what happened before the ads

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mcwriting · 4 years

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Starstruck (9)

hello it’s me again. Second to last chapter :( but I’ve got bigger things in the works

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

Fandom: Tom Holland

Ship: Tom x reader

Setting: LA, London

Word Count: 2230

Warnings: mild language

Rating: K+

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Tom dodged cameras and wove through crowds as he made his way through London Heathrow Airport.

He finally was home in London, but only for about a week since he’d be coming back to LA for you.

The news had obviously broken that Tom had left South Korea, so now he was being bombarded with paparazzi who still wanted to know everything about you, especially your speech four days prior.

He continued to ignore them as he got to where Tuwaine was waiting to pick them up.

The car doors slammed shut as all four boys settled themselves in, Harrison up front and the Hollands in the back. Tuwaine locked the doors, then turned around.

“Seems like we’ve got a lot to talk about, boys.”

“You have noooo idea,” Tom muttered as the others nodded eagerly.

The drive back to their south London house was comfortable to Tom after everything that had happened. They mostly strayed from talking about you in the car, instead sharing funny stories from the long-lived press tour.

Sam decided to head back to his parents’ house after they arrived at the other boys’, ringing up an uber. He just wanted to sleep in his own bed. Their parents and Paddy had come home from the premiere before Tom went to Korea.

Once the boys were showered off and settled in, they told Tuwaine everything from the pre-release press tour before the premiere to meeting you to everything since.

“That’s mad, Tom. So when are you going back? And how do you plan on going unseen?” Tuwaine asked.

“Well we’re gonna get back to LA on Thursday to have time to adjust again and get everything settled. I’ve paid for a couple private planes to keep things off the radar as best as I can. All of you can come if you want.”

After further discussion, they decided for only Harrison and Harry to join Tom since the others had prior commitments.

After a couple more hours of catching up and reflecting on the past weeks, everyone finally decided to retire to their beds and hopefully get some rest.

As Tom layed down, he thought about the plan to see you again. He was nervous and excited at the same time, and went to sleep thinking one thing.

I’m coming to get ya, y/n.

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As always, news of Tom’s travel back home was all over the internet with clips and pictures of him dodging through the airport being shared, you of course being tagged in those pictures by fan accounts wanting attention.

“Ughhhh I’m so tired of people tagging me in this shit like I actually care! I’m not even remotely involved in these pictures!” you exclaimed to b/f/n, who was sprawled on your bean bag chair as you laid on your stomach across a rug.

You showed her a fan edit of Tom someone tagged you in, which was just a video transitioning between pictures of him from his press tour.

“I know. It’s so dumb like, he’s even likely to see stuff if you just pester his friends, or in your case… whatever you guys are.”

“Give me a break. We’re nothing. We just met and yeah. That’s all there is to it.”

“I don’t buy it, but whatever. I need to use your charger.”

You pointed to the bed.

“It’s over on the other side if you want it.”

B/f/n sighed dramatically, then rolled her way off the bean bag to flop onto your bed, plugging the device in. After a few minutes of silent scrolling on your phones, she piped up.

“Yo. Why does your bed smell so good? New detergent or something?”

You blushed, realizing you never told her about that little detail.

“Uh, well. It’s cologne.”

She turned her head to look directly at you, eyebrows raised cheekily.

“And why do you have cologne on your bedsheets?”

You avoided looking directly at her for a second, cringing a little.

“Well… I may have kind of left out the part of the story where Tom gave me a whole bottle of his cologne and it smelled really good so I sprayed it all over my sheets… but like no biggie right?”

She sat up.

“Yes biggie! You know exactly what Tom Holland smells like and didn’t think to tell me?”

“I forgot about it until the other day when I found the bottle in a bag of my stuff. Didn’t seem important.”

“Okay, if it’s not important, then why did you douse your bed in his scent?”

“I told you, I think it smells good. That’s it.”

“You’re really going to sit there and try to convince me of that? Everyone knows that scent memory is a really big deal, not to mention that he literally gave it to you.”

You stared each other down for almost a minute before you cracked.

“Okay, fine. It helps me sleep, alright? It takes me back to the night he spent here, which honestly was one of the best nights of my life. It just felt so nice talking to him about vulnerable things, you know? At the time I thought I could trust him, and maybe a part of me wants to remember that side of him.”

B/f/n nodded as you finished.

“I get it. What he did sucks, but you can’t let that ruin the good memories you do have. Things will work themselves out. They always do. You just need to remember that you’re a boss bitch and no matter what happens, you’re gonna be alright.”

“Thanks. I really needed to hear that.”

“Anytime. Now let’s forget about him and figure out where we want to get our nails done next week.”

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It was now Tuesday, and you and b/f/n sat in adjacent pedicure chairs, trying to lean back peacefully as yours vibrated violently in the name of a “massage.”

After you both struggled to not laugh while the nail techs exfoliated your feet, you were now relaxed and still as they began to actually polish your toenails.

You looked over to see b/f/n smiling at her phone.

“Who’s got you acting up?” you asked. She looked up in surprise.

“It’s no one. Catherine just sent me something funny on Instagram.”

“Oh, okay. Send it to me.”

In reality, she had been talking to Harrison and Tom about Friday, sending them pics of you in your dress the prior week and learning of their plans to get to LA on Thursday morning.

To cover for herself, though, b/f/n scrolled through her dm’s with Catherine, looking for something she’d received but never sent to you.

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Wednesday in London, Tom, Harrison, and Harry sat around the dining room recapping the plan for the rest of the week.

“Okay, so we’re gonna get there pretty early tomorrow morning and then I arranged for us to stay at an AirBnb under b/f/n’s name but obviously I’m paying for it. Since none of us are 25, I couldn’t get a regular rental car, but I talked to Audi and they said they’d loan me another car as long as we post some pictures with it.”

“Won’t that defeat the purpose of laying low if we’re plastering our faces with the car online? It won't be hard to distinguish London from pretty much anywhere else,” Harry claimed.

“They said as long as we get the pictures up before we leave town, we’re good. We’ll just have to put it in the calendar so I don’t forget.”

Harry took that as his cue to put it in the calendar right then.

“What about the actual event? I know you said you got in touch with them,” Harrison brought up.

“I’m glad you asked, mate. They were down for letting us make our appearance a surprise, so they’ll have staff sneak us in the back and wait until b/f/n gives us the go-ahead. They’re gonna introduce me and I’ll give a quick word and then… hopefully y/n will let me talk to her.”

The group got everything in order and loaded their bags into Tuwaine’s car once again for him to drive them to the private jet hangars.

After saying their goodbyes again and loading up onto the plane, the boys were in the air, headed west. They would be stopping in New York to change planes, and got comfortable for the almost 8 hour flight.

By the time they got to New York, the boys were exhausted going through customs. They were happy to find that so far no one had seemed to leak the fact that they had left London and were now in the states.

They boarded the next plane and prepared for the 6 hour flight, this time planning to get sleep as it was overnight and they’d be arriving in the morning.

The sun was beginning to rise over Los Angeles as the plane touched down.

“Tom, we’re here,” Harry said, shaking his brother awake as the plane taxied.

Tom blinked his eyes a few times to adjust to the light, looking out the window.

The boys deplaned on the tarmac and sat tiredly in the small airport’s lobby as they waited for someone to drop off the car.

Tom noticed one woman at the desk looking over at him frequently. He was afraid she would end up putting him all over the internet, so he got up and came to the desk.

“Hi there.”

She looked at him, startled.

“Um, hello.”

“I couldn’t help but notice you looking over at us. Would you happen to be a fan?” Tom asked politely. She blushed.

“Yes, actually, I am.”

“Would you like a picture?” Tom offered. He knew he looked horrible from his long journey but needed to know she wouldn’t go around telling everyone about meeting him.

“That would be incredible! I was too afraid to ask.”

Tom called Harry over to take the picture on her phone, then took it from the younger brother. Tom noticed Harrison carrying a couple bags out the door to a car.

“That’s a good one! I only ask that you try to keep this to yourself? At least until tomorrow evening? I’m on a bit of a secret mission, and I don’t quite want the public to know I’m here, yet.”

The girl’s eyes widened.

“Of course! I’d hate to ruin anything for you.”

“Awesome, thank you so much. And it was quite lovely meeting you, I look forward to seeing those pictures again one day.”

With that, Tom was out the door and on his way to the spot they had rented out for the trip.

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B/f/n woke up Thursday to work out again and saw there was an Instagram notification on her lock screen. It was Harrison (or maybe Tom, who knew who she was actually talking to).

We made it to the AirBnb. Thanks again for putting it under your name.

She saw it had been sent about an hour prior, so she replied.

No worries. I haven’t seen anything online about you being in the US, so it seems like you’re good so far

We’ll try to keep a low profile. We’re mostly trying to adjust to the time again so Tom isn’t falling asleep at the formal tomorrow night

B/f/n snorted. She figured it really was Harrison that she was talking to.

At the boy’s rented house, they were sitting around drinking black coffee to stay awake for the day. Eventually, they ran outside and took pictures with the car, being careful to watch that no one was looking at them.

As the morning went on, they quickly came to an unfortunate realization.

There was no food in the house, and they couldn’t just go out and get it. Delivery wasn’t the best bet either considering someone would have to answer the door.

So with stomachs growling, they messaged b/f/n again, asking her to pick up some groceries to hold them over for the day.

You’re lucky I’m not with y/n right now. Just send me a list and I’ll bring it over asap

It took her over an hour to get to the store, find everything on the list, and take it to the house. Her stomach fluttered when she pulled into the driveway as she was finally meeting her idol for real.

The door swung open before she could knock.

“Oh thank God you’re finally here, I’m starving,” Harrison said , taking the bags from her hands. “Come in, come in. Don’t need anyone seeing us.”

She stepped in the door to find the other two sitting on the couch. They greeted her starstruck self.

“Oh, wow. Hi. It’s nice to finally meet you in person,” she eventually spit out, looking at them in amazement.

She ended up spending almost an hour conversing with them, Tom paying her back for the groceries and them finalizing the details for the upcoming day.

She stood in the doorway preparing to leave.

“Well, I’ll see you all tomorrow. I don’t know what she’ll do, but good luck either way.”

“Thanks, b/f/n, that means a lot. And thanks for all the help you’ve been. Without you, I don’t know what I would have done.”

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A/N: honestly I’m kinda sad that this is almost over. I started it over a year ago now and I’ve really enjoyed writing it. Hopefully I’ll put out the last chapter next week and then will begin scheduling “the marriage project.” Love you guys!

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anarcoqueer1994 · 5 years

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It Was Just a Shirt

Feeling sad and angsty today so posting an angsty one shot I wrote back after 3.15.

It's 11 am and I haven't gotten out of bed yet. I really don't feel like it. I really hate to admit it but I'm not doing great these days. I really messed up on costume day. I wanted to do "somersault". I really did. Nothing would of made me happier than walking down that hallway with Cyrus. And damn, Cyrus was so cute with that colander on his head. But Kira…

I don't think she meant what she said the way I took it. Why would she? But I got scared. I have not come out to anyone, not even Amber, my own sister. I don't think I'm ready for anyone to know, especially Cyrus. It is selfish actually. I don't think I can put myself out there like that. I know Cyrus probably wouldn't care if I was gay. But like what if him finding out I'm gay also leads to him finding out I have a huge crush on him. I don't think I can handle the rejection.

But then again though, I think I saw something worse on costume day. Cyrus looked so upset and confused when I showed up with Kira. I didn't think he would care that much. What's the big deal...he has other friends. I'm not that special. But it broke my heart when I saw all the sadness cloud those beautiful brown eyes.

But the next day, he acted like nothing happened when I talked to him. But I knew he was upset. I noticed him hanging out with me less and less. We were supposed to watch a meteor shower together. We talked about it months ago. We were both so excited. But I guess he forgot we had plans to see it together, to camp out. I texted him that day asking him what he was doing that evening to see if he remembered what we planned. He just text back "Watching this meteor shower with Jonah." Then a few minutes later he added on. "Shoot I forgot you wanted to see it too. You can come by." I thought about going but I wasn't brave enough to be someone's afterthought.

Then a few days ago when I tried to hang out at the park with him, it was like he couldn't leave fast enough. He thought me and Kira were a couple. I don't know why, but out of all people, he is the one I want not to think that. Other people, I don't care what they think but he matters to me more than anyone I've ever met. I'm not going to lie. Part of me...well most me wanted to just do it. Put myself out in the open. Lean over and kiss Cyrus right there at that table. I chickened out as soon as Kira walked up. Why am I so pathetic?

Buzz. My phone is going off again. It's Kira. She wants to hang out. I really don't feel like it. So I'm going to continue to ignore the texts.

I really should hang out with her. She is my only friend right now. Cyrus is supposed to be my best friend but I don't think he wants that anymore. Yesterday, he sent me that shirt and I thumbs upped it so he knew I liked it. Okay, to be honest, I don't really care about the shirt. It was a a nice shirt but what I really cared about is that he was thinking of me. He asked me to come to the sale but I was with Kira and did not know how to slip away without her making it a big deal. I don't know why I'm acting like this. I could not even tell her that I was texting him. I told him I was at the park hoping he would come but he never did. Maybe I wasn't direct enough…

I also left the park feeling like crap for other reasons. I don't know quite why but I felt like I did something wrong Kira and I swung but it did not feel the same as it did with Cyrus. With Cyrus everything seemed so natural. With Kira it felt forced. But now, it seemed, Cyrus wanted barely anything to do with him. Maybe the shirt didn't really mean much to Cyrus except being a nice free shirt. It just happened to be my size. Maybe, I don't mean anything to Cyrus. Maybe Cyrus doesn't care nearly as much about me as I do for him.

Crap. Am I crying? Damn. I am. This is great, now I am laying in my bed in the late morning, almost afternoon, crying like a baby. I really messed this up. I need to fix this. But how? Can I fix this? Was there ever anything to fix?

What is my problem? Of course Cyrus cares about me...even if just a friend. He wouldn't have been so upset in costume day if he didn't. Cyrus is just avoiding because of the Kira/Buffy drama, right? I'm not sure if I believe that though. I just can't figure out why else he would be so uncomfortable when Kira is around. Why did I ever put myself in this situation?

I guess I could go to his house and see him. Maybe that's the best option. I need to figure out where he stands with me. Oh God. I think I'm going to need to be completely honest with him. Because I messed up and now we are in this weird in between place. I need to be brave and face the music. Maybe if I explain what I felt when Kira suggested the double dribble costume, he will understand. Maybe he will still be my friend even knowing how I feel. I would rather be his friend than nothing.

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I finally got out of bed a little before noon. I got myself ready and just left. If I waited too long I know I would chicken out. I needed to go talk to Cyrus. But then my stomach starts hurting. I was in such a hurry to leave I forgot to eat. Okay maybe I will stop into The Spoon. I'll grab a little bite to eat and then go see Cyrus.

When I get to the restaurant I sit near the counter. I order some food from my sister and just sit and wait. That's when I see him. Jonah Beck. Amber's boyfriend. I really don't see why she is still into him but to each his own, I guess. Though let's be honest, Amber is also crushing hard on Andi but I don't think she realizes it yet. Anyhow, we made up and all after that weird grudge he had. But I don't really see anything of real interest going on with him. I guess he is a little cute.

Okay, to be honest I am a little jealous of Jonah. He is so close to Cyrus. And I swear it seemed like Cyrus held onto everything that boy said when I first met him. Like at his Bar Mitzvah last year, Cyrus barely talked to me, while I saw him with Jonah a lot. But for the most part it has gotten better the more I hung out with Cyrus. In fact, Cyrus for a while seemed to start hanging onto my words. He made me feel like I was important.

Oh. My. God. I just thought of something. What if for some crazy reason, Cyrus has a crush on me too? I know it is wishful thinking, but what if? I know I look stupid smiling like this sitting alone, but I can't get that wonderful thought out of my head.

"Hey TJ." A voice pulls me from my thoughts. It's Jonah.

"Oh, hey." I give my best cool smile. I motion that he can sit down and he does.

"Did Cyrus tell you what happened yesterday?"

"No, we haven't had the chance to talk…'Amber comes and sets down my food. She smiles at me before smiling at Jonah and going back to work.

"Well, you know that sale we were having?" I nod, while munching on my food. I really don't care much about what Jonah has to say but it is about Cyrus so I'll listen. He continues.* "This lady from Mint Chip came and I talked to her and this cop came by and arrested us."

My eyes go wide. "Cyrus was in jail?! I mean...um you all went to jail? What for?"

"They said taking those clothes they were going to burn was theft so we'll probably get community service or something…"

"That's pretty ridiculous…" I can't believe Cyrus was in jail and he didn't even text me to let me know what happened. A few weeks ago, he would have texted me the moment he was out.

"Yeah, it was but honestly it was worth it, man. All those clothes would of been destroyed." As Jonah is talking, he unzips his jacket so he can take it off(obviously) but then I see something I wish I would not have. Jonah is wearing a shirt suspiciously like the one Cyrus sent me a picture of.

"Hey, that's a cool shirt. Where did you get it?" I try to sound as nonchalant as possible. I'm not sure if it is working.

"Oh, Cyrus gave it to me. I think he pulled it from the clothes yesterday."

I can feel my face subconsciously dropping as he says that. He must of noticed my reaction too because he says "Hey, are you okay?" I must of been really obvious if even Jonah noticed. He can be more oblivious than me sometimes.

"Um yeah, just um I thought, I could of been wrong, but um… Cyrus had texted me a picture of a shirt just like that and I thought he got it for me." I know I must sound pathetic

"Is that all? Do you want it? It was just a free shirt and I can give or take it. "

"No, no Cyrus gave that to you." I give a small smile trying not to let my jealousy come through.

"It is really not that big of a deal." Jonah looks so blasé about it.

"How can you say that?! Cyrus gave you something and you are just going to give it away like it is nothing?!" A few people turn to look at us sitting at the table. Amber stops to watch what is happening. I don't mean to lash out at him but it happened and I can't really take it back. I know he'll probably tell all his friends over... including Cyrus. Now I'm going to look so stupid. Why can't I keep my emotions to myself? What is wrong with me?

"Sorry...I just thought you would of liked the shirt. You don't have to take it." He says slightly defensive.

I quickly stand up and say "I'm sorry, just um...having a bad day. I got to go be anywhere but here." I walk away from the table. I know Jonah is staring at me like an idiot. He has no idea what just happened and I guess it is better that way. A few other diners stare as I push through the door.

How is this fair? Why is it always Jonah Beck? What does he have that I don't? Why can't I catch a break? I would of loved to get that from Cyrus but instead he got it. And he is willing to part with it like it didn't matter. It would have mattered to me. I am definitely not going to Cyrus' now. I don't know what I was thinking.

"TJ." I turn around. It is my sister. She must have followed me out of the restaurant. "Hey, Teej, what happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Amber. You can go back in. I'm just going to go home."

"Well that is obviously a lie. I know you too well to fall for that. I'm on break so how about we talk. You know you can tell me anything." She gives me a soft smile. Damn why does she have to be such a good sister.

"I can't tell you this Amber."

"Why can't you? It is just between us."

"Because...because…" It is suddenly hard to breathe. I feel like a dam in me is about to burst. I go sit on a nearby bench and try to compose myself. She sits near me. I lean over and look at the ground. She puts her arm around my shoulder, with that I know longer can hold it in. "Because...I'm gay…" A tear rolls down my face. "Don't tell Mom and Dad.. please.. " I barely recognize my voice. It sounds so broken and alien. I didn't think I could sound like this.

"TJ, that is okay, you know that, right? Plus like thank God. I was worried you liked that Kira girl. I am not a fan of her." She says matter of factly as she grabs my hand and squeezes. "And of course I won't tell them. Plus they are too busy fighting with each other to notice anything going on with us." She laughs softly

"Ambs...that's not it." I'm not even sure if I said that loud enough for her to hear. Apparently I did though.

She lowers her voice. "What else?"

"I um like someone but you can't say anything even to Jonah or Andi. Promise?" I put out my pinky.

"Promise." she says as she twists her punky with mine.

"I like Cyrus…a lot. "

"Is that why you stormed out?"

"Sort of….I really don't want to explain."

"Well you should tell Cyrus! I have got some definite vibes off him that he may be into you too."

"I don't think so...I think he likes someone else. " I don't want to tell her it is her boyfriend.

"What makes you say that?"

"Cyrus is just always hanging out with them and yesterday he offered me this shirt and I thought he was thinking about me but then he gave it to the other guy. I know it is just a shirt but...it meant something to me."

"Are you talking about that shirt Cyrus gave Jonah? It makes his eyes look so good. But I don't think Cyrus likes Jonah. Also if it is important to you, it is not just a shirt." She smiles.

"Whatever you say, sissy." I stick out my tongue.

"You know, you could talk to Cyrus." She says in an obvious tone.

"Not going to happen. Especially not after I just realized he would never like me the same way I like him."

She gives me this sad, sympathetic look before saying. "Do what you think is best."

She soon leaves me with my thoughts as she goes back inside to finish working. So yeah, I am definitely never ever going to tell Cyrus my feelings. I walk home feeling confused. On one hand, I am glad I opened up Amber but on the other, my heart was breaking.

For a split second I let myself believe that Cyrus may have like me too, but seeing Jonah in the shirt made me crash back to reality. When I get to my room,I lock my door. I lay down and cry for I don't know how long. I let myself feel the rejection. Cyrus Goodman broke my heart and he doesn't even know it.

#andi mack #tyrus #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #jonah beck #amber kippen

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ocgroup-lilac · 5 years

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Bunji’s Instagram Theme, Details

Note: Dawn, Jimin, Nikita, Albus, and Justin belong to @legacyofficial who belong to @amiripley

Follower Count: 876,462

Following: 45

Number of Posts: 675

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Posted: April 17, 2019

Caption: Pizza date bois @superjethro

Likes: 897K

A Few Comments:

superjethro Pizza was nice but you were nicer

assiedawnbunjilee YoU aRe WeLcOmE

lilacs_star_bunji @assiedawnbunjilee THANK YOU DAWN FOR THE PHOTO

lilacs_snowflake_sh They had pizza and didn’t take me. This has to be a form of neglect, right?

lilacs.hoe.yup Are we ignoring the fact that Jethro and Bunji are casually flirting?

albus92zhao @lilas.hoe.yup Yea. We are

lilacs.hoe.yup @albus92zhao Aite, cool, thought we were.

Posted: April 16, 2019

Caption: Wow... can you please just be my fire? @superjethro

Likes: 782K

A Few Comments:

superjethro I’ll be your fire if you will be my water. I’m a thirsty boy

lilacs_soul_sollie @superjethro Smooth 😂😂😂

lilacs_star_bunji @superjethro *aggressive keyboard smash*

jiMin_legacy @superjethro @lilacs_star_bunji just shut up and kiss already

lilacstan2016 And here we have Bunji in his natural habitat, flirting with cute boys ft his buddies from Legacy.

lilacs_moon_noah So flirty today

Posted: April 14, 2019

Caption: 사랑해... 사랑해... 사랑해... 너는 내 것이라는 것을 잊지 마라...

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Posted: April 8, 2019

Caption: Gang? Squad? Bois? I guess??? @lilacs_moon_noah @lilacs_sunflower_kj

Likes: 820K

A Few Comments:

lilacs_sunflower_kj 우리는 멋있다

lilacs_soul_sollie @lilacs_sunflower_kj 아니요

lilacs_moon_noah 🙏🙏

Posted: April 4, 2019

Caption: Let’s get it bois @lilacs_moon_noah @lilacs_soul_sollie @lilacs_wave_hui

Likes: 820K

A Few Comments:

lilacs_soul_sollie I can’t believe you let S.H caption this...

lilacs_snowflake_sh @lilacs_soul_sollie He told me it was because he left me out... It’s fine though I wasn’t even mad?

lilacs_wave_hui ✊✊

lilacs_moon_noah I didn’t realize how ugly I was until I saw this photo of me.. yIkEs

lilacs_star_bunji @lilacs_moon_noah ShUt YoUr MoUtH yOu ArE sOoOoO fUcKiNg HaNdSoMe NoAh!

Posted: March 31, 2019

Caption: 난 너희를 사랑해! @lilacs_sunflower_kj @lilacs_snowflake_sh

Likes: 515K

A Few Comments:

lilacs_snowflake_sh You boys wish you could relate to how cool I am. Get on my level nerds. Oh also, I love you too Bunji oppa~

lilacs_sunflower_kj Since when did I look that short-

superjethro 👀👀👀👀

Posted: March 27, 2019

Caption: Sometimes you just have to tell your brother you love him. I love you Yuta!

Likes: 680K

A Few Comments:

lilacstan2016 NCTzens coming over to see the photo of Yuta he used, leaves when they realize he didn’t post a never before seen photo of Yuta smh

lilacs_soul_sollie Your brother is hot Bunji

lilacs_snowflake_sh I wonder what kind of trouble Bunji is in to make him post about Yuta.

Posted: March 18, 2019

Caption: And from today on I realize how gay I am for cute boys-

Likes: 524K

A Few Comments:

superjethro I came because I was told I was posted, I’m not disappointed with the decision 👀👀👀

nikipetrov Get you a best friend who is okay with admitting you cute af

justin.park Get you a best friend who is gay for you?

lilacs_soul_sollie @justin.park I mean, A for effort? You tried-

lilacs_snowflake_sh I forgot it was the 18th so I was shocked when I saw a Jethro on my feed that wasn’t from him.

lilacstan2016 Stan someone who stans you back @superjethro

superjethro @lilacstan2016 Oh trust me, I do, I would be dumb if I didn’t

lilacstan2016 @lilacstan2016 @superjethro I WAS NOTICED BY JETHRO AH

Posted: March 16, 2019

Caption: Young K could beat me with his guitar and I would thank him...

Likes: 580K

A Few Comments:

lilacs.hoe.yup Okay but why is this fucking ME

lilacstan2016 Bunji sweetie, that’s not as smooth as the rest of your flirts...

lilacs_soul_sollie I don’t know this man...

jiMin_legacy Wow I think I could’ve done that better than you. Subtlety is key bud.

lilacs_star_bunji @jiMin_legacy Listen you try to be whipped for your best friend, being subtle is hard when that happens.

superjethro @jiMin_legacy @lilacs_star_bunji Oh really now? Whipped for Brain you say?

superjethro 🙄🙄🙄👀👀👀

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fallen-imagine-angel · 6 years

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A Ski Trip to Remember (Peter Kavinsky x Reader)

Notes: Hey guys, sorry for the hiatus, but I’m back! I went on a trip and had an absolutely terrible writer’s block. But here’s this angsty fluffy Peter K fic for you guys! I love writing for him. Also, though, I’m 3 followers away from 400?? That’s crazy! It wasn’t that long ago that I was celebrating 300! So, as soon as I get 400 followers (make it happen, y’all) I’m going to post what I’ll be doing to celebrate it. Thanks so much, love you guys and all that you do!

Summary: You and your best friend Peter have agreed to go on the annual ski trip together since you both have no date, but what happens when Peter’s filthy ex tries to get back in the picture?

A Ski Trip to Remember

Peter Kavinsky x Reader

Requested?: Nope

Word Count: 4,029 (this is long sorry)

Warnings: angst, fluff, the usual

Peter Kavinsky. Your best friend and neighbor. Not to mention, the love of your life. He doesn’t know that last part, though.

You open your window, which faces Peter’s room, and start to throw rocks at his window. A moment later, the window goes up and you’re met with Peter’s stunning face. Also, he’s shirtless. Of course.

“Hey, Pete.” You grin at him, trying to ignore the blatant fact that your crush is standing across from you, shirtless.

“What are you doing? It’s three in the morning.” Peter laughs, disappearing for a second before emerging again with a makeshift ladder. He throws it out the window and you do the same with your ladder. He climbs out of his room and into yours.

“I just wanted to talk to you. You know, ‘cause I’m your best friend? Besides, you’re still awake, too.” You grin and nudge his shoulder with your own.

“Actually, you woke me up.” He scoffs, nudging your shoulder back.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. You’d rather be here with me than sleeping, anyway.” You tease, sitting down on your bed. He follows suit and sits down next to you.

“You’re right. What’d you want to talk about anyway?” He asks, suddenly curious about your motive.

“Well, I got to thinking. The ski trip is, what, only a couple weeks away, right?” You sigh, head falling on his shoulder in dismay.

“Yeah, why?” Peter asks, laying his head on top of yours. You want nothing more than to lace your hand with his, but you refrain from doing so.

“I don’t have anyone to go with, but I want to go so bad! I mean, it’s the trip of the year. I don’t want to miss out just because I don’t have a boyfriend.” You groan, rubbing your hand over your face. You hear Peter chuckle, causing you to jerk your head upward to knock into his face. He just laughs louder because of that.

“Look, if you’re so worried about it, then why don’t we go together? I don’t have a date, either. And it’ll just be….as friends, I guess.” Peter suggests, and you think over it.

Going on the ski trip with your best friend and crush? Two birds with one stone. What if something happens and you both confess your love for each other?

“That sounds fun. We could do that if you want. However, I don’t believe that girls won’t be falling over themselves to ask you to go with them.” You sigh once more, eliciting a groan from Peter.

“Then I’ll turn them all down! You’re my number one girl, after all.” He pulls away from your position, giving you a cheeky smile. You smile and shake your head.

“Pinky promise? Remember, Pete, if you pinky promise then you can never take it back. And if you do, I get to chop off your pinky.” You smirk at him.

“Pinky promise. We’re going to the ski trip together.” He grins widely and hooks pinkies with you. You smile triumphantly.

“Well, I guess all my problems are solved for tonight!” You lay back on your bed happily.

“What about that math test tomorrow? I know you were worried about it. Did you get it down?” Peter lays back on your bed with you.

“Crap.”

~+~

It’s been two weeks exactly, and the ski trip is finally here. Well, it’s tomorrow, to be precise.

“So, how’s my favorite boy doing?” You slide into Peter’s passenger seat, smiling widely.

“Good, actually. Hey, would you mind if Gen rode home with us today? She and I have this huge test to study for.” Peter asks, and your smile immediately drops. He’s been getting closer with Gen lately, and it’s slightly very unnerving to you. He always answers her calls and texts. He’s always there for her when she wants him, and most of the time it’s for stupid stuff. He’s even left you for her a few times, which is when it hit you the hardest.

“What do you have to study for? We have all the same classes, Peter, and the ski trip is tomorrow.” You frown, furrowing your eyebrows at the boy.

“Okay, look, I just want to spend some time alone with her! We’re finally becoming good again, and I think maybe...something might happen. Please?” He pleads, giving you his signature puppy dog look. Your heart drops at his words

“I don’t know why you’re asking me. It’s your car, you can do whatever you want.” You mumble, looking out the window.

“I just want you to be comfortable since you’re my best friend and I always give you a ride home. Thank you, though. You’re the best friend ever!” He squeezes your hand before starting the way to school.

“Pete, we’re still going to the ski trip together tomorrow, right?” You whisper, looking over at him with big eyes.

“Of course!” He nods vigorously, but his mind seems elsewhere. You sigh and look out the window until you get to school. Once you’re there, you hop out immediately and rush inside, not even bothering to wait for Peter.

~+~

After school, you’re shoved into the back of Peter’s car as Gen calls “shotgun!” in her loud, annoying voice. You look over to Peter, half expecting him to argue with her that you always get shotgun, but he’s silent as he climbs into his car.

You huff in annoyance and get in the back, having to watch in agonizing pain as Gen laces her fingers with his hand that isn’t on the wheel, something you’ve always wanted to do.

“So, how was everyone’s day?” You break the silence, hoping that it’s only awkward for you. You would hate for Peter to think you’re mad at him, although you kinda are.

“Mine was great! How was yours, baby?” Gen purrs, stroking his arm lightly. You almost gag at the sight.

“It was okay.” He admits, shrugging his shoulders lightly. His mind isn’t present, though. He’s definitely daydreaming as he drives. Is that dangerous?

“I bet I could make it better.” She hums, licking her lips slightly and giggling.

“Alright, there is a third passenger here. Just warning you.” You remind them, giving them both a pat on the shoulder.

“Right. Sorry, I forgot you existed for a second. I just get that way with Peter sometimes…” She giggles again, and you’re close to fuming now.

“Well, I’m glad your boyfriend here is going on the ski trip with someone else.” You grin at her. Her head whips to face you, a scowl ever present on her features.

“He’s what?” Her head turns to stare daggers into Peter’s side profile. You see his jaw clench.

“One, I’m not your boyfriend...yet. Two, it’s true...I’m going with someone else. I guess. It’s nothing serious, though.” He mutters, and you can’t help but grow angrier with each passing word.

“Oh, look where we are! Your house. Goodbye, pest.” Gen waves to you as you get out of the car. You return it with a glare as you march to your porch.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Peter catches up with you as soon as you’re in the front door. Luckily, your family isn’t home right now.

“What do you want?” You growl, ripping your arm out of his grasp.

“What is going on with you? I know you don’t like Gen because of what she did to me, but we’re both over that so why can’t you be, too? And why’d you go and try to sabotage me like that revealing that I’m going with someone else?” He asks, and you see the anger bubbling up in him. Like he deserves to be angry.

��Oh, you’re absolutely right, Peter. Let me apologize. I’m sorry that the person you’re speaking of doesn’t happen to just be anybody at the school, it’s me. I’m sorry that you’re getting back together with Gen since she’s a crappy person in general. Her dumping you oh so long ago is not the only reason I don’t like her. And lastly, I’m sorry that you don’t take me, or our friendship, seriously. I really misjudged you, Peter.” You huff, your words on the verge of yelling. You drop your backpack next to the wall.

“You misjudged me? Excuse me, who’s the popular one here? I picked you up from being a loser, (Y/n/n). You can’t give me the excuse of misjudging, because apparently, I was wrong to ever consider you a friend if you’re just going to go and stab me in the back like this. Maybe you should just be another somebody at the school to me. I like Gen, (Y/n/n), so I don’t see why you’re ruining this for me.” He rants, running his hand through his hair. You growl.

“Don’t (y/n/n) me. Don’t tell me I’m the one back-stabbing you. I said I misjudged you, but that was the only harsh thing against you that I said. I never called you an idiot, a jerk, nothing. I attacked Gen because she bullies me and hates me for no reason. Meanwhile here you are, defending the bully, calling me names. You’re calling me a bad friend, just another somebody in your life, and here I was thinking this would just be another one of our petty fights. I can’t believe this is how it turned out. From a simple car ride to this.” You blink back tears, not wanting to cry in front of him. Peter’s face turns to stone.

“At least I wasn’t the one that started it back in the car.” He whispers, and that breaks the last straw.

“Get out of my house.” You tell him, your voice dangerously low.

“What?” He asks, giving you an incredulous look.

“You heard me. Get out. I don’t want to see you any more right now.” You bite your lip, adding the right now to the end because you know you’re going to regret this entire fight soon. Very soon.

“Fine.” He walks out and slams the door shut behind him. You break down crying immediately after he leaves, grabbing your backpack and running to your room.

You drop onto your bed and sob into your pillow, not stopping until about fifteen minutes later. You look up and see that you didn’t roll your shades down, so across from you is a torn-looking Peter and a smug-looking Gen. Just what you needed.

Getting off your bed, before giving Peter or Gen a chance to say anything, you close your blinds and sink to the floor.

How humiliating could this day get?

“Honey, where’s that boy toy of yours?” You hear the door shut and your mom’s voice call out, causing you to groan.

Things could definitely get worse.

~+~

The next morning, you wake up to your alarm that’s set to get ready for the ski trip. You groan and slam snooze on it before a brilliant idea pops into your head.

Apologize.

You immediately sit up straight and get out of bed, taking a shower and putting some comfortable and semi-warm clothes on. You grab your bag and set it by the door, flinging it open and gathering the courage to actually walk over there.

“Honey, I thought you weren’t going on the trip anymore?” Your mom yawns, walking into the room.

“I’m gonna go apologize. I can’t live without Peter.” You admit.

“That’s a bit dramatic, but okay, sweetie.” She nods and walks out of the room.

You roll your shoulders and walk to Peter’s house, knocking exactly three times on his door. He opens it almost immediately, shock evident on his face when he sees you. His hair is tousled like it usually is when he first wakes up and you can’t help but want to run your fingers through the soft locks. You don’t, though. And you didn’t bring your ski trip bag with you, just in case that seemed to forward, so you just fidget with the bottom of your sweater as you stare at him.

“Uh, what are you doing here?” He clears his throat awkwardly, looking anywhere but at you.

“I’m here to apologize. I’m sorry. I didn’t want things to end the way they did, and I need you to know that. I’m sorry I said all of those things. You’re my best friend, I can’t lose you. Please forgive me.” You frown, looking at the ground. You feel tears well in your eyes again but you blink them away. You’ve had enough embarrassment for a few days.

“I forgive you. And I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have said all those things. You’re my best friend, too, and what I said was truly awful. I said some terrible things and immediately regretted them, but when I saw you crying...I couldn’t get the fact that I caused those tears out of my head. It hurt, it really did. I’m really glad we’re making up this early in the fight because I don’t know what I’d do without you around.” Peter smiles slightly and you grin widely at him.

“So, about the ski trip…” You trail off, giving him a sheepish smile. His eyes widen.

“About that….in the chaos of our fight, I figured we weren’t going anymore and asked Gen to go with me...I’m sorry.” He frowns, taking his turn to look down at the floor in embarrassment. He scuffs the floor with the tip of his shoe. Your face goes red in embarrassment at the fact that you thought he would keep your ticket for you.

“Right! Uh, yeah, you have fun with that. I’ll see you later, I guess.” You frown and spin on your heel. You feel Peter take your wrist, causing you to turn back around again.

“I just want you to know that...I didn’t mean anything I said during that fight. Seriously. You’re the most important person to me. I value your friendship like crazy, and you could never be another somebody in the crowd to me. I’m sorry for even suggesting it.” He gives you an awkward smile and you give a fake one in return.

“Yup. You too. Have fun on your trip with Gen.” You spin around again and hurry over to your house. You feel Peter’s stare on your back as he watches you go. It wasn’t a complete failure, he’s not mad at you anymore, but you still aren’t going on the ski trip with him.

Gen is.

~+~

After thirty minutes of complaining about how the ski trip was a bad idea in the first place, there’s a knock on your door. Your head perks up in curiousity.

“I’ll get it!” You call and run downstairs, swinging the door open to see Peter standing there, a large smile on his face.

“Still got your bag packed?” He asks.

“Yes...why?” You feel a smile tug on your lips.

“Because you and I are going on the ski trip together. C’mon, we gotta go or else we’ll miss the bus.” He motions you away with his hand. You chuckle and grab your bag, saying a quick goodbye to your mom before walking out and climbing into Peter’s car with him. He starts to drive way over the speed limit.

“So what made you change your mind?” You hum, not being able to do anything but smile.

“Well, I got there and sat down by Gen on the bus and she kinda laid her head on my shoulder and for some reason, it made me very uncomfortable. I quickly realized it was because only you ever lay your head on my shoulder and it felt weird for someone else to do it, and I didn’t like Gen stealing the signature thing you do with me. Then, I got to thinking about the trip and how much it would suck without you by my side. So, I got up and marched right off the bus to get to your house. And here we are.” He explains animatedly.

“I’m glad you chose me.” You nod.

“See, that’s the thing, though. It should have never been a choice. I should’ve been by your side since the beginning, seeing that Gen’s a terrible person in the first place. She’s a brat. She threw a fit as soon as I took her ticket and I realized how right you were. It’s always been you, (Y/n/n). It always comes back around to you.” Peter chuckles, laying his hand on top of yours and nervously glancing at you. You keep silent, absolutely over the moon that Peter Kavinsky, your crush, has his hand on yours right now.

“Yeah. You’re right. It’s always been you, Kavinsky.” You nod in agreement, biting your lip to keep from smiling uncontrollably again. You smile anyway. Then, you’re in a parking spot in front of the school. The two of you get out of the car and head toward the bus when you hear an all-too-familiar voice that you really wish you hadn’t heard.

“You!” Gen screeches from behind you, causing you to spin around and give her a look.

“What about me? I know I’m great but you can’t just come up to me screaming for an autograph, sorry.” You frown and Peter chuckles. He stands beside you, defensive against Gen instead of you this time and your heart melts. He really did notice how harsh he was.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Come on, (Y/n/n), we need to get to the bus. Ignore her.” Peter takes your hand in his and drags you away from her and to the bus. You find two seats together at the back and sit down.

“Thank you for stopping that. I don’t what I would’ve done if she started throwing punches.” You chuckle.

“Anything for my favorite girl.” He nudges you and smiles, laying his head on your shoulder and closing his eyes. You smile warmly at the cute boy and lay your head on top of his, quickly drifting off to sleep as the bus starts the journey.

~+~

When you arrive, you nudge Peter to wake him up. His eyes flutter open and immediately lock with yours. His lips turn up in a warm smile.

“You ready?” You question, and he nods groggily. You help him out of his seat and the two of you walk into the lodge.

“What first?” He asks, slinging an arm around your shoulder playfully. You hum.

“Well, we are on a ski trip so...let’s ski!” You grin at him.

“Atta girl. Meet back down here in ten?” Peter returns your grin. You bite your lip.

“Make it twenty. I’ve got to change into something warmer.” You giggle and brush past him, heading up to your room.

Once you’ve changed, you go back to the lobby. However, waiting for you is none other than Peter Kavinsky, along with Gen of all people. You didn’t even know she still went on the trip.

“Oh. (Y/n). I didn’t think you’d be here.” She grits her teeth, looking you up and down. Peter grimaces and walks to stand by you.

“Really, you didn’t? I mean, Peter did ditch you for me, so I thought that would’ve sent the message…or are you really that stupid?” You frown, faking concern.

“Haha, so funny, (y/l/n). Peter and I were about to go skiing, so...I’ll see you around.” She scowls and grabs Peter’s arm, to which he pulls away from her.

“I never said I’d ski with you. I actually promised (Y/n/n) here I’d ski with her. Not you.” Peter slides his arm around your waist causing you to smile widely. Gen justs scoffs and walks off.

“C’mon, let’s go ski!” You excitedly pull him along as you walk out of the lodge.

~+~

After skiing for so long, you head back to your room. You had already told Peter goodnight, so you were thinking you were done for the day. Oh, how wrong you were.

“(Y/n)!” Lara Jean’s familiar voice calls out to you. You turn to see her walking down the hall, smiling at you.

“Hey, Lara Jean. What’s up?” You stop in front of your room to talk to her.

“Nothing much. I just saw Peter out in the hot tub alone, though, so you might want to hurry.” She jokes.

“What?” You smile, though you’re slightly confused.

“I mean...I thought you were going to change...you know, to go to the hot tub with him?” She asks.

“Oh, no...I didn’t know he was going to the hot tub.” You laugh nervously, not really sure what’s going on.

“Well...Peter’s waiting for you in the hot tub, so...go get ‘em!” She awkwardly pats you on the back before walking off quickly. You frown and step inside your room, grabbing your swimsuit.

If Peter’s in the hot tub, who are you to keep him waiting?

~+~

You walk out to the hot tub, a robe wrapped tightly around you to keep out the shivering cold. You see Peter before he sees you.

“Out here all alone? Where’s Gen?” You chuckle. Peter turns to look at you, smile brightening once he sees you.

“I actually wasn’t waiting on Gen, thankfully. I was waiting for someone else.” He admits, and your stomach sinks a little.

“Oh. Who were you waiting on?” You ask, wrapping your robe a little tighter self consciously.

“You, silly. C’mon in, the water’s warm.” He motions for you to step in. You grin as you take the robe off and step into the hot water. You sit next to him and he slings his arm around your shoulders.

“This is nice.” You try to start a conversation, failing terribly.

“It’s more than nice. I wish we could do this all the time.” He smiles, closing his eyes.

“What, have a hot tub?” You laugh.

“No, I mean I wish we could be like this all the time. Me and you. Doing cute stuff like this.” He lays his head on your shoulder, and you swear your heart stops beating.

“What are you trying to say, Pete?” You breathe out, biting your lip in a nervous habit.

“I’m saying I don’t want to be friends anymore, (Y/n/n),” Peter groans into your shoulder, “I want to be more. I want to be your boyfriend. I want you to be my girlfriend. I want to do cute stuff with you and be able to kiss you and hug you whenever I want.”

“I want that too.” You whisper, turning to face him. You see his face break out into a smile as he lifts his head off your shoulder.

“Then does that mean I can kiss you?” His eyes flicker down to your lips. You nod slightly and he tenderly presses his lips to yours. Your eyes close as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

After a few minutes of just making out in the hot tub, you break away and giggle.

“I’m tired. Can we go to bed now?” You run your fingers through his hair, something you’ve always wanted to do.

“Yeah, let’s go. It’s getting cold out here anyway.” He smiles and helps you out of the hot tub and into your robe. The two of you walk to your room and he presses a sweet kiss to your lips.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, boyfriend.” You smile and kiss him again.

“See you tomorrow, (Y/n/n).” He presses one last kiss to your forehead and walks off. You walk into your room and dreamily sigh before going to bed.

This would be a night you’ll never forget.

~+~

The next morning, you quickly find Peter on the bus and give him a chaste kiss.

“Morning, babe.” He grins at you and pulls you in for a longer kiss. You bring your hand up to his cheek before you’re rudely interrupted by a voice behind you.

“Ahem. People are trying to sleep here.” Gen rolls her eyes. She’s sitting in the seat across the aisle from you.

“Then you shouldn’t have sat there.” You shrug and peck Peter on the lips again. He chuckles and laces your hands together.

Maybe this ski trip wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

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onebatch2batch · 6 years

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kastle prompt: Frank sneaking into karen's apartment and scaring the shit out of foggy, he stayed in the sofa because they've been drinking and chatting and before they realized it was too late and karen told him to stay but she forgot to tell frank about it

Thank you for this prompt, anon!! I really love Foggy–he’s one of my favorite MCU characters. This gave me a nice chance to explore his character. And also, a little established! Kastle? I think so! Hope you like xoxo

PS those of you that have submitted prompts…………..I’m sorry. They’ll get done, it’s honestly just a matter of when at this point :~)

6:23pm

Karen’s favorite coffee shop is one she discovered while working at Nelson & Murdock. It’s equidistant from her apartment and where the firm used to be, and it’s constantly busy, but the ambiance always keeps her coming back. The coffee is dark, delicious and reasonably priced. The people are kind–beyond the usual for a busy New York shop. She makes a habit to stop by on her way home from work for a early evening pick me up, and stands out of the way as she waits for her name to be called. It’s a Thursday and her weekend is so close she can taste it; her week has been full of fluff pieces and boring headliners with one of their journalists out for the flu.

Her schedule is clear for the night. She plans to enjoy some indulgent coffee and a stream of reality tv—until she hears it.

“One medium mocha latte for Foggy!”

Karen snaps her head up at the familiar name. A similarly familiar stocky head of blonde hair waltzes up to the barista counter. She grins and pushes her way through, grabbing his arm as he turns.

“Kare!” Foggy calls once he realizes who has a hold of his sleeve. His face breaks into a wide, genuine smile. “What a beautiful surprise!”

Karen feels her mood lifting just at the sight of it. She pulls him in for a tight hug. “Oh, Fog, I’ve missed you! How is the firm? How is Marci?”

He nods vigorously, blond locks swinging. “Stressful and beautiful, respectively. How’s the paper? Everyone I talk to loves your articles. You’re a modern day–well, I don’t know many famous journalists. But a modern day one of them.”

She shakes her head in amusement, leaning over to grab her coffee when her name is called. “It’s great, Fog.” An idea strikes her. “Hey, do you have any plans? I was going to make something to eat and I’m out of articles for the night–”

“Karen,” Foggy says with mock gravity, “I would be honored to eat noodles and butter with you.”

7:15pm

“Alright, alright,” Foggy laughs, sitting back and patting his belly dramatically, “I take it back. The noodles and butter joke was in bad taste…pun intended.”

Karen and Foggy are sitting on her couch, half-eaten bowls of pad thai between them. She had pulled the recipe out and thrown together something extravagant; after all, it’s been months (a fact that makes her cringe) since she actually spent time with Foggy. It’s cause for something a little fancier than normal. Karen grins over her beer bottle at him. “I have a couple tricks up my sleeve, Fog.”

“You’re right. You’re definitely not one to be underestimated. It will never happen again.”

“I’d hope not, you should know better by now,” she laughs, grabbing more beer. He shoots off a smart ass remark behind her, and Karen thinks I missed this before returning to her place on the couch.

10:46pm

Karen exits the bathroom a good while later and stops short at the sight that greets her. “Uh, Fog…what are you doing?”

Foggy turns with a jump and looks at her sheepishly. “You know. I got a little bored, a little curious. As men are want to do.”

She presses her fingers to her mouth and bites back a laugh. “So you decided to try on my heels?”

He’s holding onto the wall for support, and the black pumps on his feet are looking a little wobbly. He glances down and flails his free arm, stumbling. “Well, I mean, yeah. Why not? I can’t be this weird with Marci’s shoes, she’d dump me for sure.”

Karen nods sagely. “You’re right. But honestly, I think the open toe is more your style.”

Foggy tilts his head as if considering her words. “You know what, I think you’re right. And also–I had no idea you had such giant feet, Kare.”

“Hey!”

2:03am

“So Marci says to them, hey, dickhole, you know what it’s like to get your ass handed to you in court? Well I do and the guy shut right the hell up.” Foggy throws back the rest of his beer, unable to keep the grin off his face.

Karen stares at him in wide-eyed wonder. “Remind me to never piss Marci off.”

He shakes his head, amused. “Nah, it’s only pre-coffee, post-cat called Marci you have to be careful of. And post-visit from her parents Marci. Otherwise I think you two would really hit it off.”

Karen smiles. “I’d like to actually meet her, one day.”

He gives her a wicked expression. “Yeah, we can make it a double date. Us, you, and that mystery guy that uses the second toothbrush in your bathroom.”

Karen carefully schools her expression, even though her heartbeat picks up dangerously. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She stands to grab another beer but stumbles and holds on to the arm of the couch, eyes wide. She’s a lot more drunk than she realized. Foggy makes a small noise of disbelief behind her.

“Sure, sure, whatever you say. Oh shit, Kare, it’s two in the morning!”

She turns to look at the clock and grimaces. “Shit–I have to get some sleep before work tomorrow. Want to crash on the couch?”

He gives her a grateful look that’s ruined by the flush on his face and glassy eyes. “I was hoping you’d ask. I can’t even stomach the idea of a two a.m. cab ride.”

She nods and heads towards the linen closet to pull out some spare blankets.

4:16am

Karen wakes to screams, and then a muffled thunk.

“Foggy??” She jumps up and runs into the other room, then takes a moment to process what she’s seeing.

Foggy stands on the far side of the room, the lamp from her side table held above his head defensively. At the other end of the room, just inside the open window, is Frank Castle.

Shit, she thinks, somewhere in the back of her mind. Frank is back in town today.

“K-Karen, stay back. Uh, I mean, if you have a gun somewhere that would be great but—“

It’s not hard for her to see Frank is less than enthused by this turn of events. He stands still in the half-light of the morning, bag over one shoulder, and then reaches behind him and shuts the window with a snap. Foggy jumps at the sound, and Karen steps over to take the lamp from him.

“Fog, I have to tell you something…” she starts, unsure. She glances back at Frank, who only frowns, shifting. She knows he’s tired by the way he’s looking at her, like he’s about to sleep where he stands. Like he’s been driving all night just to make it back to her before she woke. “Let’s go into the kitchen.”

Foggy is looking at her like he’s just discovered her second head. “The—the second toothbrush?”

“Mine,” Frank says shortly. “I’m showerin’ unless you need me to be part of this.”

Karen shakes her head and he brushes past into the bathroom, giving her hand a gentle squeeze on the way. She’s glad that it’s still semi-dark, because if she were to look close she would be sure to find blood on his clothes. She tugs carefully at Foggy and he trails after her into the kitchen, eyes wide.

“I don’t. He isn’t. You. What???”

Karen turns on the coffee pot and rubs her face to try and dissipate the remainder of sleep and alcohol. “It’s kind of a long story…um…I guess I should start at the beginning.”

6:37am

“So you’re friends with a Homeland agent.”

Frank grimaces, tapping his mug absently. He leans back in his chair and looks the picture of calm–but Karen knows better. He’s on edge. “Friends… acquaintances…”

Foggy blinks. He looks much more awake now, and much less freaked out. He nods slowly. “And you hid out in a basement for 6 months with a computer hacker.”

“Yep.”

“And now Frank Castle is dead.”

“Officially.”

“Because Homeland wiped your prints. And now you’re—uh, Pete—?”

“Castiglione.”

“And you’re dating Karen.”

A smile finally pulls at the corner of his mouth. He glances over at Karen, who returns his smile evenly. “Is that what we’re callin’ it?”

“We’re not labelling it,” she says in the tone of someone sharing an inside joke, then laughs. “Come on Foggy, you’ve been interrogating us for hours.”

He gives her an affronted look. “This is a pretty big secret to keep, Kare. And from your best, most-good looking friend? I think I have a right to some questions.”

Frank gets up to pour more coffee and she doesn’t miss the way Foggy tenses until he’s walked by. “Okay, fine. You’re right. I’m sorry but…you understand right?”

“Yeah, yeah. Doesn’t mean I have to like it, though.” Foggy sighs. “But whatever makes you happy, Kare. Even if it is 200 pounds of pure, murderous muscle.”

“185,” Frank corrects over his shoulder, amused.

Foggy’s expression is a mixture of baffled and impressed. He wants to say something else, she can tell, but he holds his tongue. Indecision flashes across his face, “I gotta go to work,” he sighs after a minute.

“I’ll walk you out,” she offers quickly.

Frank clears his throat. “I will. You gotta get ready for work.”

The room holds it breath as Karen looks at Frank, head tilted. She notices again how exhausted he looks, even after a shower. His hair has grown out a little in the last week in a half, and there are dark bags under his eyes. He meets her stare evenly, and there’s something behind his gaze that says let me do this. She finally nods and stands.

“Okay. Fog, thanks for coming over. Call me soon?”

Foggy clears his throat, nervous. “Uh, yep, yeah. Will do.”

She hugs him, shoots Frank a concerned look (which he studiously ignores) and then heads into the bathroom.

7:05am

If there is one thing Foggy never would have imagined would happen to him, its being escorted downstairs by Frank Castle, the Punisher–and especially not directly after learning everything there is to know about the last year or so of his life. There’s so much to unpack; the set up of Frank’s family’s murder, his time on the run, Karen’s tireless defense of him, and of course their relationship. It’s enough to make Foggy’s head spin if he thinks about it too hard.

Frank is silent at his side as they ride the elevator down. Foggy keeps his back straight keeps his eyes forward, unsettled by the stoic man next to him. The elevator pings and they step out into the quiet lobby.

“Listen, Nelson,” Frank finally says, gruff. He stops short, crossing his arms. Foggy turns to look at him, wary, but the look on Frank’s face is more sheepish than anything. “During the trial—I uh, I fucked it up. Sorry if it caused you any grief.”

“Ah,” Foggy gives him a nervous smile. “It sounds like we were way out of our league anyways.”

Frank nods. “And about Karen—“

Foggy shakes his head, holding up his hands placatingly. “Just try and keep her out of it, you know? Out of trouble.”

Frank scoffs, crossing his arms. “Yeah. She doesn’t make that easy.”

They share a conspiratory grin, then Foggy huffs out a laugh. “See you around, Pete.”

7:26am

Karen steps out of the bathroom into Frank’s waiting arms. He cups her face in his hands without preamble and slots his mouth over hers with a hum. She’s still damp from the shower and her hair is wrapped up in a towel but he doesn’t seem to mind. His hands are hungry on her skin, fingers gliding across every exposed inch greedily. She steps into his space and shivers at the chill of the hallway air. After a moment, she pulls away just enough to press her forehead to his.

“I missed you,” she sighs.

“Stay home,” he rumbles back, hands landing on her hips.

Karen pulls back to look at him. “Frank…”

“Come on,” he murmurs, ducking his head to kiss her jaw. He trails his lips down to where the towel meets her skin and bites playfully. “Work from home.”

“I never get anything done when you’re here,” she argues, but her smile grows as his hand runs up her thigh. “How about I go in for half a day, and then come back and we make dinner? You need to get some sleep, anyway.”

She takes his grumble as a very reluctant yes. Before he can pull back, she envelopes him in a tight hug. “I’m sorry about Foggy. I didn’t even think about you coming home, and we were drinking…”

He laughs, deep in her ear. “We survived.”

Karen steps away and heads towards the bedroom. “You didn’t scare him out of my life forever down there, did you?”

“Nah. Nelson can hold his own.” Frank leans on the doorway, watching as she rummages through her closet. “I uh, I apologized. For the trial.”

Karen turns to examine his expression, surprised. She narrows her eyes. “You must be more tired than I thought.”

Frank scoffs, flushing. “He’s important to you,” he mutters, “so I thought…I should. Make nice.”

For half a second, Karen thinks about staying home from work like he wants. His statement makes her chest clench pleasantly–that he’s attempting to make amends for her sake is both endearing and warming. Her next thought is that he really does need sleep, and if she were to stay home they wouldn’t do much resting. She tampers down the intense wave of affection that comes from looking at his pink ears and embarrassed frown.

“Come here,” she says, beckoning. When Frank joins her in the middle of the room she leans up to kiss him, smiling. “Thank you for that. He means a lot to me, but so do you. And Foggy’s a great guy–once he gets past the whole…Punisher thing…he’ll warm up to you.”

Frank gives her an amused look. “You’re going to be late,” he reminds her.

“Ah, shit. Can you help me find my skirt?” She pauses, giving him a controlled stare that borders on amused. “One you haven’t ripped yet, preferably.”

Frank lets out a laugh and turns to help her search.

*note: yes, I googled JB’s weight specifically for Foggy’s snark

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Fic: Ice Cold (Part IV)

Hi! Here’s the third part! This is already explained in the first part, but this is based on a post made my @ec-sanderssides and also, in this other amazing post here!

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This one is the same as part III only fro Logan’s point of view, so sadly it doesn’t move on much with the story, but hopefully it’ll explain things? Don’t know D: And it turned out soo LONG!!!!

Also, i’m falling asleep as i post this...

They’re in the middle of Tangled when it happens. The sound of breaks being hit in desperation making them all jump before the loud honk even registers in their minds. Morality is the first to jump and scream, followed by Roman. He can’t say the sudden scare didn’t affect him as well, he did yell, but he was way faster in getting a hold of himself than the other two.

The three of them get near the ‘screen’ that shows them Thomas’s visual field. Morality, of course, is a mess; Roman a close second. While one worries, the other fumes, neither of them being of any help. So, he makes sure to calm them all down. Sure, he is in fact, angry. Transit rules are there for a reason; who knows what the man now approaching them was doing not to see Thomas crossing the street; he was going through a crosswalk, crossing an otherwise empty street. This hadn’t been their host’s mistake.

However, no matter how much he’d like to give the man a piece of his mind and a good teaching on transit regulations, Thomas is their priority. And right now, that means keeping him calm.

“He’s okay, he’s okay, it was just a car” he explains to the others. Roman doesn’t listen to him, choosing to keep ranting; which, okay, he can understand that, but there’s something called priorities.

Luckily, Morality does calm down enough to focus on Thomas and soon goes to calm the boy down instead of panicking alongside him.

The man is soon next to them with a chorus of apologies, for which Logan cares little to nothing about. This is Thomas.

Princey is still pacing and swearing to somehow hurt the man when Morality tries to appease him. It was an accident.

“Yeah, well” he can’t help but let some of his own anger show now that someone else has taken on the role of peacemaker “it could have been more than just an accident! Traffic rules were made for a reason, Patton!” However, he has to concede eventually. Patton does have a point after all, while it certainly was a big scare, Thomas is physically unharmed.

He focuses on listening to the man, Marcus he now knows, talking to Thomas. After all, they should be going to the police station after this, no matter how much Morality might want to resist to the idea.

While he does have his attention on the man speaking to them, he can still hear the others behind him. He assumes Princey’s finally letting go of his anger by the tone of his voice as he addresses Anxiety.

He recognizes, however, Patton’s worried voice. Not his normal worried. His low, uncertain kind of worried; and it causes some sort of alarm to creep up his back, enough for his hearing to slightly sharpen towards them.

Therefore, he’s perfectly capable of hearing Prince’s worried call.

“I think something’s wrong” the fanciful side says and Logan turns around in confusion.

The sight that greets him is one he will never forget. He knows so because he hasn’t been able to forget the first time Roman got his first migraine or Patton his first fever.

And while at that precise moment he had yet to figure out this was something of the same nature as the other two, he knew just by looking at the youngest side that it was in the same level of graveness.

Virgil is sitting on the floor with his legs bent, his back resting against the lower part of their couch. He looks just as he had looked a few minutes prior while Patton was caressing his hair; except he isn’t slouched in borderline sleepiness. His back is straight as a string, his whole demeanor tense. And, worst of all, he’s still. Not the let’s not move so they can’t see us kind of still, but the one that doesn’t leave any space for blinking or switching or breathing.

He makes his way towards him as he takes the whole picture in. Anxiety’s expression is one of pure shock; his mouth is a thin line, his jaw clearly tense, his face is no longer pale but grey and maybe just the smallest hues of blue, which quickly leads his eyes towards any other patch of visible skin. His hands are grey as well and he’s willing to bet he’ll find his nail beds to be tainted a pale purple.

His eyes are wide open but glassy and unseeing, and that’s what scares him the most.

Morality is crouching before the anxious side, Prince soon doing the same.

“K-kiddo?” Patton asks “L-logan… what’s happening?” and he touches Virgil’s arm. Somewhere in his mind a voice tells him Patton shouldn’t touch him, it’ll hurt him, but he’s too busy trying to ignore the evidence to ask himself why “He’s freezing!!”

Logan isn’t all that surprised.

He gently pushes the other two aside, kneeling in front of the younger persona, forcing himself to swallow through a lump in the middle of his throat as he stares directly into vacant eyes.

“Virgil?” he dares ask. There’s no answer. He didn’t really think there would be. He just… he just seems to be… is… “He is…He’s frozen…” he manages to make out, having to forcibly convince himself of what the obvious explanation is “I-I don’t… I don’t know if he can hear us... I think it was because of the abrupt scare”

What other explanation was there, after all. When you get a sudden fright, you freeze. Anxiety just didn’t get any further from that point. And there’s a good point that their youngest isn’t really conscious to begin with. If his theory is correct, this is practically the same that happens to him, and he usually passes out soon after getting hit by it. The pain is too great. That’s what scares him the most about this. To Anxiety, this probably hurt like hell.

Still, he forces himself to think, they’ll cross that bridge when they get there. Right now, they don’t even know if the side can hear them.

“What do you mean?” Roman demands with a desperate tone. While el príncipe can be estúpido, Roman is no idiot, and he knows he is probably somewhat aware of what is happening, but doesn’t want to admit it.

“Maybe…” he says, because there’s still a chance he’s mistaken. He really wants to be mistaken “You know… how we all… I always thought that he might have one too”

“What are you talking about?!” the fanciful side cries, louder this time, wilder.

“Frozen in fear” is all he says. What more of an explanation do they need?

Patton’s answer to that is a loud, deep sob.

While he is startled, he is not surprised by the visceral reaction. Ever since getting used to their little… problems, a common question was whether Virgil would ever suffer from them as well. Sure, he did get panic attacks as a side effect of what he is and represents, and they did get quite bad as a result of sudden unexpected frights such as this one, but they hadn’t seen him having one of those in a long time, so they weren’t truly sure whether he still even had them. There were a lot of things they didn’t know about him after all. Besides, these things weren’t of day to day occurrence either.

Patton had confided in him, out of worry and need of a second opinion, that when checking on the other side after a really big scare, while he would say he was fine, he was always in bed and Patton was sure a little sick as well or at least not feeling very good. But he was never able to prove it, Anxiety ushering him out as soon as he could.

Deep inside, he knows all three of them had been wishing the youngest was the exception to all of this; after all, he was indeed the side that got the most whiplash from being a side. Logic was fine with knowledge, Morality happy with his emotions and Roman proud of his creativity. He never believed anxiety was any of those three. He was anxious just for existing, while he knows he wasn’t necessarily unhappy, he did have the more amount of cons to deal with it. That’s why it made sense that he hopefully wouldn’t have a specific, traumatic way of his nature showing like they all did.

Of course, Anxiety would probably think it was just obvious that he would get something like this even considering all the other things. This time, Logan would be lying if he told him it was having a cognitive distortion.

Patton sobs quietly after that, next to both of them, still holding tightly onto the younger’s arm. He isn’t about to try and console Morality when not even Roman is making any attempts at doing so, instead, he just carefully detaches the oldest side’s hand from the other.

“It probably hurts him to be touched by us” he says lowly in response to Patton’s heartbroken eyes glancing at him in question, trying to ignore the renewed tears that fall at his words.

Roman, after a few seconds of staring at the floor as if it had done him great offense finally stands up and starts pacing, as any angered beast would be in face of a troubling situation.

He looks at him for a moment before letting his eyes wonder behind the pacing persona to make sure that Thomas is handling everything on his own. Their host is currently calling Joan so he lets himself worry about what’s currently the biggest problem and the vision field fades under their lack of interest.

He stands up as well, not without first making sure Patton is somewhat alright or at least keeping himself together, they can’t help Virgil if one of them is having a breakdown. Patton is quietly crying with one hand gripping Virgil’s hoodie like a lifeline, but pulling on it towards himself so his hands isn’t near their friend’s t-shirt and skin.

Once he’s fully standing Roman halts his pointless wondering, turning towards him with more emotions on his face than he cares to recognize right now. It’s the same expression he has when Patton gets a fever, except maybe stronger? Angrier? It’s obvious none of them had wanted to believe this could happen.

“What do we do” he waits for an order. If anything, he can appreciate his level headedness that makes him look for the solution before dwelling too much on the problem itself. He knows Morality enough not to take it personal for him not being able to do the same.

Besides. This is Virgil.

“We need to get him in the tub. I’m guessing this is very much like what usually happens to me, if not quite so literal maybe” after all, one was frozen in fear (he theorizes) while his is a brain freeze, he thinks maybe Anxiety’s is more of an internal thing, but then again, that might just be wishful thinking, a mistake he’ll allow himself to make on the grounds that he’d rather believe Virgil isn’t suffering as he himself always does until proven wrong. He really doesn’t want to believe Anxiety might be in that much pain, so no matter how irrational, he’ll ignore it. At least for now “I’ll cover him with a blanket so you can scoop him up without hurting him. You’ve got to move him carefully, there is a chance his body might be rock solid, and if it isn’t then the movement will cause him pain” he knows it does “We need to take him to the bathroom”

They both make their way towards the other two then. Logan kneels down as Princey hands him one of the blankets they’d been using while watching the movie and he wraps it around the youngest as best a he can with Morality’s help.

As soon as they’re done, Princey takes his place by Anxiety’s left side before gathering him in his arms. While he isn’t exactly limp, he can see the dark side’s stiff body offering the slightest of resistance to the movements, he isn’t literally frozen solid, which does make breathing a little easier.

Prince is careful in his task, moving slowly and carefully, making sure to have him in as comfortable a position as he can as well as not moving him so much. He knows he’s the one who does the same for him whenever he finds himself in a similar situation, but he’s pretty sure Prince is being even more meticulous in his task this time.

To say they’re all currently a bit rattled and unsure would be an understatement.

They do a confusing way towards the restroom, with Roman moving as slowly and swiftly at the same time, or trying to that is, having Patton and himself doing some kind of unproductive dance of two steps forward one step back around him as a result.

Once they get there, Logan hurries to the tub, ready to receive the youngest trait. Roman carefully lowers him, Patton having already kneeled next to them, unwilling to take his eyes off the anxious facet.

“Alright” Roman sighs, sounding as if he had been holding his breath so far “we got him on the tub, what now?”

“Now, turn on the water. Cold. We gotta get him warm again” he says, trying his best not to let the obvious tone show. They’ve done this for him. They should know. They do know.

“Why cold?” Patton whines.

“We’ve been through this, Morality!” he isn’t able to hide his exasperation anymore. Patton has done this for him all the other times; he’s explained it to him personally several times when discussing what to do whenever Thomas gets a brain freeze. He can’t just forget “It’s the same with me; if we do it with the water even just a little warm, it’ll hurt him”

“Okay… okay” Morality answers less than happy, but it’s Prince who finally steps forward and gets the water running; and he forces himself to take a deep breaths. He isn’t above not being able to see that he too is letting the current situation get to him. But he has to be better than that right now.

“Patton” he says firmly “you go get some towels and dry clothes” while having stuff to do is usually the best way to handle Prince, it is also a good way of keeping Patton from stressing too much when not even keeping himself plastered to the person he’s worried for at the time is able to keep him somewhat at ease. There’s a bit in which the latter doesn’t say anything even though Logan can see he’s heard him and eyed him from in his peripheral vision; and he can’t help the little bit of anger that seeps into his tone as he calls for him again.

He can already feel the water through his pants and shoes, and while it is unpleasantly cold, it is nothing compared to how Anxiety currently feels against him. He has the younger side sitting in front of him in a position much like the one he had against the couch, between his opened legs, and his back resting against his torso, low and sideways enough that he can see part of anxiety’s face as his head lies against his left shoulder.

Roman let’s himself kneel on their right side, just where Patton had been before, restless energy still practically palpable around him, his body twitching as if battling whether or not to reach for their youngest.

A few seconds go by before Patton comes back with a chair that has some clothes that belong to anxiety as well as several towels on top of it, before setting it down behind roman and then settling himself on the other side of the tub, his hand gripping its border anxiously he dare say, probably waiting for the moment to touch anxiety again.

While Patton’s eyes hardly blink, never leaving Anxiety, Roman instead has his face set in a serious expression, glancing from the nervous trait to Logic, asking him if he’s needed to turn the water warmer with his sight.

When Logan feels the water already in the level of his wait, he gives him a curt nod to which Roman quickly gives heed.

“There. That’s okay” he says before Roman can turn it hotter than he should. Patton has gone back to sniffing and quietly wiping his tears next to them, not saying a word. Finally, after a few second of more tense silence, it’s Roman who breaks it.

“Do you think he is… you know, there? Can he hear us?” he asks with little to none of his normal confidence.

“I wouldn’t think so. He’s way too cold” which, for lack of a better word, duh. But he can’t really get himself to care for his lack of a better explanation when he can’t say he cares about anything that isn’t Virgil right now “I’d think he probably passed out as soon as it happened”

That certainly is what usually happens to him, after all. And he’d rather believe Virgil isn’t currently aware of the pain his body must be feeling.

“I…” Morality suddenly draws a quivering breath “I hate this” he mutters in a broken voice.

“Morality…” Roman begins.

“No!” he’s interrupted by the latter “It’s just… just so mean! He already has enough on his plate as it is, why couldn’t it just be panic attacks? Why more?”

“We don’t get to decide, Patton” he says in the gentlest way he can. He knows Patton knows this, and it’s something they’ve discussed before. But he can’t think of anything else to say.

“I… I know” he says curtly, maybe angry, maybe sad, Logan can’t really tell right now “I just… I just really hoped he wouldn’t have one” he manages through wobbly lips. They can only drop their heads at this.

“We know…” Roman says in a low voice “I had actually believed it just wouldn’t happen; since we’ve all dealt with them for quite some time now. I thought, hey, if it hasn’t happened until now then it won’t happen at all…”

“I think it’s safe to say we all believed that to some extent” he answers as he gives a nod towards the water handle for Roman to increase the temperatute a little more again. The water is now at the level of his stomach “Roman, can you go get the room ready, please?” and with a curt nod the fanciful side is out of the room.

Seeing as they’ve never really spent time in each other’s rooms –they can’t allow themselves too- especially Anxiety’s considering they’ve only come to know it a little while ago, any kind of interaction had always been done in the common space of Thoma’s mind. The mind palace was an specific part of it. And they had rooms there as well. It’s where they would stay whenever anything like this happened. After all, they needed taken care of. Roman would probably arrange the room Logic would usually use whenever a brain freeze came around to bite him. One thing he could be grateful for was that given the amount of times he had had to do it, Roman would make the room perfect for tending to Anxiety.

As Roan busies himself with that, Patton takes charge of managing the water temperature. The tub soon gets filled and lukewarm. Time passes with them silently looking over Anxiety; Logan has had his eyes on him this whole time, hyper aware of any changes on his body, Morality doing the exact same thing.

Logan notices that he’s finally breathing a little deeper, so at least he can be sure this is working. Even if he knows that there’s no way it isn’t, proof makes a weight lift from his should a bit. But it stills doesn’t tell them anything about how anxiety currently is.

So, when their youngest suddenly, painstakingly and slowly blinks, it had both him and Patton jumping in anticipation.

“Anxiety?” he asks, being right next to the youngest face he’s the first to notice, followed not a second later by Morality’s own calling.

Anxiety’s eyes still seem vacant but they’re not so much glassy as they are watery right now. His eyes are probably burning right now. While he wants nothing more than to get an answer from the side in his arms, he dreads the idea of Anxiety finally becoming aware of his body.

He blinks again, and they have to know. He has to know.

“See if he’s aware of anything” he tells morality, nodding at him as a sign for the heart to arrange himself in front of anxiety to make sure. After all, he’s only able to see part of the persona’s face and expression “just-” he says as Morality sits in the corner of the tub, moving his body so he’s directly abode anxiety and in front of his face “yes, like that”

“Virgil..?” Patton asks vulnerably just as Roman gets back into the room with a hopeful ‘Anxiety’ at seeing he might be responding. They both wait with held breaths as Anxiety seems to breathe out somewhat shakily. Patton looks full of hope and goes to cup the kid’s face before halting and looking at him for approval to which he gives a little nod before asking Prince to turn the water warmer. Virgil isn’t as cold right now and if he’s just waking up then Patton being there, touching him and holding his gaze will probably help mitigate a full blown panic attack. He really hopes so. He doesn’t want to think what that, in Anxiety’s current condition, could entail.

Just touching Virgil seems to make Patton sag in relief. He sees him wiping Anxiety’s cheeks as tears fall from his eyes, which Logan really hopes are just from his eyes finally being able to unfreeze and not as a response to the sudden situation.

“Kiddo…? Can you hear me?” the oldest side manages between new tears “you there?”

All three of them wait with batted breaths for a few seconds, before Virgil finally shows that he’s listening.

“..ah’d…?...” he barely manages around a rough and cracked whisper.

Morality’s face deforms in something between a smile and a wince, and a sob escapes his mouth, before putting his forehead against Virgil’s with his eyes closed.

“It’s okay, kiddo, you’re fine, you’re okay, we’ll have you all warm and cozy in no time” Morality’s voice cracks as he tries to comfort, not moving back from their touching faces.

“Anxiety… are you okay?” Logan finally asks after a few moments of the latter blinking slowly and in silence. He wants- he needs to make sure “Are you in pain?” to which Patton does pull back in order to study Anxiety’s response. But all they get is the anxious persona closing his eyes in return.

“Ann? Kiddo?” Morality asks with a worried voice.

“Is he okay?” Roman asks with the same tone.

“He’s most likely in pain” Logan deduces. That, or incredibly exhausted. Well, he most certainly must be both, but he just doesn’t know which one was the winning force behind the closing of his eyes.

“I brought the towels…” the Royal man says after a while of waiting for some kind of change in Anxiety. Logan thinks he might have just passed out, which would be understandable given the pain he must be in and how exhausted his body must be.

“Good. You can turn the water a bit hotter” he finally says.

“You sure?” he asks, having knelt down in his previous place, holding Anxiety’s hand and looking at him in worry “He’s still really cold. What if it hurts him?” after all, the dark side is in pain.

“Trust me, it should be fine” he assures. The water isn’t all that warm yet and Anxiety was even responding if only for a few seconds, so he’s all the more excited on getting the boy warm again.

“Alright”

“Anxiety, kiddo” Patton tries “open your eyes for me, please?”

“Anxiety?” Prince asks, clearly hoping they’ll get a reaction again. Logic watches out for any changes in his expression as well. There’s a chance he might not be sleeping yet. But, while he really wants to see Anxiety look at them again and answer them, he’s also aware of how much Anxiety might actually need to rest right now.

“His eyes might be hurting” he explains, trying to convey that he hasn’t necessarily lost consciousness “They probably are, he had them open this whole time” and he makes a mental note to make sure Roman got the eye drops.

“It’s okay kiddo” Patton says after glancing at him and then deciding to keep trying anyways “I know you must be scared but you’re doing great, everything’s fine, you’re doing so good. Just let me see those eyes and you can rest them for a while okay”

They wait expectantly to finally be rewarded by a sigh. Apparently Anxiety was still aware, and Patton had gotten his way. To be fair, he often did with the youngest.

“There you are…” Patton smiles warmly as Anxiety opens his eyes tiredly once more. He stares at Patton for a second before sighing heavily and closing his eyes again. They all wait a little more before Patton looks at him with concerned eyes.

“It’s okay, Morality” he says softly, much more relaxed now that he knows Anxiety is at least somewhat fine.

During this whole time Virgil’s stiff body had periodically relaxed until, he doesn’t know how much longer after reassuring Morality, it starts to quiver weakly. Soon, it’s shivering with a vengeance. He has to tighten his hold on the youngest persona so he doesn’t move from his current position nor his head fall sideways.

“Well” Prince sighs with a smile “This is good right?”

“Yes, it very much is” he answers followed by a deep and relieved sigh from Morality who had started caressing said side’s hair only a few minutes prior.

As he glances at the other two he notices something change from the corner of his eye. Glancing down he can see a slight frown on Virgil’s features and soon the three of them are startled by a low groan which has both Patton and Roman leaning over the tub to look right at Anxiety.

Slowly and probably still pretty difficultly, the aforementioned opens his eye.

“s-too…p” they hear him stutter. He instantly knows what he’s referring to. He knows the drill after all. Morality smiles at seeing him awake while Roman looks at him with a worried expression.

“Stop what? Does something hurt?”

“S-stop.. mo-movvvin’…” the side manages around chattering teeth and probably uncooperative jaw.

“Sorry, Hot Topic” Roman looks at him with a sympathetic expression “no one is moving you, that’s just you shivering” to which Anxiety groans again. Roman ruffles his hair and for a second Logic panics, wanting to stop him in case the movement hurts him.

“It’s a good thing” he tells Anxiety is what he hopes to be a comforting tone. The latter groans once more, sounding so petulant that it gets his lips to quirk up.

“Can we get him out now, Logan?” Patton asks him with worried eyes but definitely no longer at such a loss as before “I don’t want him in the water so long and it’s already been at least an hour. Plus we can’t have you cold too” and while he’s warmer now, he can’t deny that he’s pretty cold. Of course, this doesn’t matter, Anxiety is their worry right now, but he gets the eldest’s point.

“Hmm, alright, but” and he glances at the other “Prince, you have everything ready?”

“Yes, my finest work yet if I do say so myself” the latter smiles proudly. It’s obvious the worry and dreadful veil that had been covering them was finally evading.

“Alright then” and he maneuvers Anxiety a little bit away from him so Roman can have an easier way of taking him. Prince does so, waiting for a second in place so most of the water falling from Anxiety’s clothes falls into the tub, Logan himself standing up as well. Morality is fast to cover the youngest in several towels, trying to dry over his cloths as much as possible before Roman moves to sit him on the chair. Morality has taken all the clothes and towels out of it, leaving them instead on the washbasin cabinet. Then he’s grapping Logan in several towels as well.

“I brought some clothes for you as well” he points to where Anxiety’s clothes are-he hadn’t seen them- as he gets out the tub with Pattons help, his shoes squishing as he sets foot on the floor tiles. Normally he’d be really faced over the mess they’re making, but right now, while a little part of him is really aware of how everything is getting wet under the lot of them, he can’t say that he cares.

With a towel over his shoulders, he and morality go to hold Anxiety in place along with Prince.

“Prince, can you go make something warm for him to drink or eat? We need to warm him up from the inside” the latter spares a glance at Anxiety as if not all that fond of leaving, before looking at Logan with a nod and leaving the room.

He and morality start undressing the youngest, Morality whispering encouragement after encouragement as Anxiety just lets them do their job with falling eyes. Logan isn’t really sure he’s really paying attention to them. They dry him and put him in dry clothes, hands never leaving him.

“Now you change” Patton commands him with a stern tone as he grabs some extra blankets he had brought along with the clothes. Logan gives heed, changing as soon as he can so they can hurry and take Virgil to bed.

Once tightly wrapped, Anxiety is taken into Moralities arms, his eyes having finally slipped closed somewhere along the line. They both leave the bathroom, Morality suddenly stopping to talk to the bundle in his arms and he sees the now wake side glancing up at the emotional facet through tired eyes.

“Aw, hey there, kiddo” Patton coos “someone is ready for a long nap, huh?” he finishes with a laugh.

He walks past Patton to make sure the room is truly ready. He has to say, Roman did outdo himself. The bed has the heating blanket on and what seems like thousands of layers of blankets and covers lying over it. There are a lot of pillows as well and a heater on the floor facing the bed. The room is pleasantly warm. If he hadn’t been in the tub as well, he would probably find it just this side of suffocating even.

He throws back all the blankets so they aren’t in their way to put Virgil down, just as Patton enters the room. Anxiety is fast asleep, it seems.

Morality comes to lower him as near the middle of the bed as he can, Logan hovering around him wanting to make sure that everything is done perfectly. They lay him down, with blankets around him and all, which Logan finds the best decision in case the heating blanket is too much for his recently unfrozen skin, laying him on his side so he can be warmer. The heating blanket under him has been on for all this time now, and Anxiety gives a deep relieved sigh as he makes contact with it, prompting them to look at each other in pride of a job done well along with a giggle from Morality that seems to take away all the fear the latter had had until that point along with it.

Logan takes his place on the bed by Anxiety’s right, facing him, and pulling some blankets over them both. Roman enters then, with a different shirt (his having been drenched by taking Anxiety) with a tray sporting a bowl of hot soup on it between his hands and Morality climbs into bed behind Virgil, a hand shooting straight to his hair.

“It’s okay kiddo, we’ll figure it out later” he hears him whispering.

“Well, I guess my soup was for nothing” Prince says in a low voice. However there isn’t much disappointment there instead of relief “Well, there’s more for when he wakes up” he says nearing them “Is he okay?”

“He should be” Logan answers as Prince sets the bowl of soup down on the table next to Logic.

“Poor kiddo is all tuckered out” Morality smiles softly “But as soon as he wakes up we’ll make sure he eats all that wonderful soup” to which Prince merely laughs before going around the bed to place himself on the other side of Patton “Logan, you should eat that soup. You where on that tub a long time and it would get cold anyways”

Logan opens his mouth to argue but it is a fair point, so he takes the soup and starts eating. It’s actually quite nice, both in warmth and flavor.

They stay in silence for a long while, Logan quietly eating, Morality carding his fingers through the sleeping trait’s hair, and Roman watching over the three of them.

“What are we doing about this?” the latter is the one to finally break the silence after who knows how long.

“The same we always do” Morality says firmly “We take care of him just like we take care of each other whenever this happens”

“We have to be careful when he wakes up. There’s every chance he will panic once he does” he says, now almost done with his soup “I was surprised he didn’t before, but he was probably too out of it” to which he sees Roman nodding to himself.

“I hated seeing him like that” Morality whispers with a tight voice “It was so different from you, Logan” he explains “I’m not saying worse, but… he was just staring into space, it…”

“It was freaky” Roman says with a firm voice before adding with a less confident version “It was terrifying”

“We’ll just have to make sure to be on alert for any kind of things similar to this”

“Alright” Roman sighs “I have to say…” he suddenly mused “If this was going to happen anyways, I’m glad it happened now, it’ll be easier to care for him now that we are closer”

“That is a good point”

“But I still don’t understand, why did it take this long to happen? I know this was scary, but it’s not the first time we have a scare like that. I had assumed after not happening until now, it just won’t happen ever”

“I don’t know, Morality” he answers “But that’s something we’ll have to discuss, we have to know what he felt and come up with a plan for now onwards”

“Just like with us” Roman added

“Exactly” he confirms “We all had to learn how to deal with ours, we’ll just need to do the same. From now on we have to keep a close eye on him. There’re thousands of things than can cause Thomas a jump scare, there’s a chance this could happen even with just one kid suddenly trying to surprise him, though I highly doubt it. I imagine it must be something gradual, similar to our respective phenomenon, after all, there are some few brain freezes so weak that they barely affect me, the same with you two”

The other two lose themselves in thought after that while he finally finishes his soup. He has half a mind to go get a second plate.

How doesn’t know how much time goes by when Anxiety suddenly moves, closing into himself with a little whine. Morality is on him immediately, shushing him and asking him things to see if he’s awake, caressing his hair and arm with Prince curiously peering from behind him trying to see Anxiety’s face. He groans.

“Anxiety?” he asks in a low voice, trying not to disturb him. Anxiety’s breathing starts getting faster, obviously starting to panic.

“Kiddo? Hey, hey, it’s okay, we’re all here, you’re fine, it’s okay, breath for me, alright?” Patton encourages as Virgil opens heavy eyes to glance around. It takes him a while, eyes closed in concentration as Patton counts for him in a breathing exercise, but eventually he’s breating regularly again, obviously exhausted.

“Good morning, Hot topic” Roman asks with a smile to which Virgil gives him a tired glare, making the other scoff a laugh “He looks fine enough”

“…’ut up, Princey…” the youngest mutters.

“How are you feeling?” Morality asks gently after giving Prince an exasperated glance.

“Tired…” the he seems to whine “…’at happened…?” he says, still not having moved from his position, probably, Logan thinks, too sore to try.

Prince and Morality both look at him with concern, unsure of what to respond. While he understands their reluctance at the thought of telling him what happened, not knowing would only make him panic more.

“You froze” he states “we think it was for that sudden, unexpected fright” he waited to let that information sink in before continuing, but was interrupted.

“…I know”

Wait. What?

Anxiety was looking anywhere but them with a dejected tone.

What did he mean he kno-

“You do?” Patton asks with a sympathetic tone.

“Yeah… I mean… how did I get here?” Virgil finishes, finally looking at the oldest.

“Oh” Roman answers instead “We brought you here, it was very similar to what happens to Logic, you know, so we did kind of the same” and was seconded by Patton nodding behind him.

Logic looked at them all in silence, studying. He knows Anxiety’s smart. Very smart. So he isn’t above thinking that he might have just figured it out himself. It his body after all. But just as Anxiety is smart, he is, well, anxious. And that is what often clouds his judgment. The first time Thomas ever got a scare big enough to prompt a panic attack, Virgil had been too deep in terror to really recognize what was going on around him, let alone what had actually happened. And once they had finally calmed him down enough for him to listen, the panic had left him too focused, or well, unfocused, to truly understand what they were trying to explain. That time, it had been really hard to clarify what had caused him to be in that situation without setting him off all over again.

He knows for a fact, that no matter how tired Anxiety’s body is might help against his panicking nor how much Anxiety has matured since then can help him analyze the situation with a clearer head, there’s no way he could actually be this… calm about it.

It doesn’t make sense.

“But what did you do…?”

“We put you in the tub, just like we do with Logan when it’s really bad, then we dried you and put you to bed” Morality explains with an open smile, trying to keep things as smooth as possible.

And then…

“Oh….” The youngest mutters to himself, before adding in an even lower voice “…I had never thawed so quickly before…”

Then it does.

“…you WHAT?!”

#Thomas Sanders #SanderSides #fic!#myfic #myfanfic #Anxiety Sanders #Princey Sanders #Logic Sanders #Morality Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Roman Sanders #Logan Sanders #Patton Sanders #this is based on an amazing on a post!!#Links in the description!#so looooooong!!!#so far everything platonic #might change #don't know what else to tag!

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MEET THE MUSE POWER HOUR! 🌿

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Minä tulen milloin minulle sopii. Ehkä en tule ollenkaan, ehkä menen aivan toiselle suunnalle.

🌿 ━ B A S I C S .

NAME: Jaakko Heikki Järvinen → officially Suomen tasavalta / Republiken Finland / Republic of Finland. Or Suomi/Finland, simple as that. NICKNAME(S): Jaakki, Jaakka, Jaska, Muumipappa. AGE: Physically he’s around 25 years of age, his real age is unknown due to vague dating of the past, probably around 1800-ish, give or take a century. Probably less than that though. GENDER: Cis male, masculine appearing. NATIONALITY: Finnish.

🌿 ━ A P P E A R A N C E .

EYE COLOR: His eyes are blue and one would call them icy [ LF-01 ] has it not been for a certain warm vibe they send out. They’re not hollow, neither are they two voids embed in their sockets. They’re tired but certainly not washed out of feelings or emotions. His eyes truly are the mirror of his soul, deep and enshrouded with a mist of ambiguity and yet if you’re familiar with him it’s unnecessary to ask him how he’s doing – you can read it all in them. HAIR COLOR: It’s not platinum blond, neither is it blond of dark hue. It’s somewhere in the middle [ or “Beeline Honey” here if you require a full name ]. It’s a color very pleasant to the eye, reminiscing the fields scattered all over the country. HAIRSTYLE: To put it simple, it’s messy. It’s most usual to see him with his hair parted in the middle of his forehead and running down a cascade of split ends, grim reminders of his famous and somewhat magnificent dreads he wore in the late 70s until early 90s and the fact that he’s perpetually at odds with probably every single hairdresser on this planet. It’s just not easy to trust someone with a sharp object in hand working around your neck. HEIGHT: He’s not short but he’s not the tallest either. He stands at 178 cm (or 5′10″). It’s not difficult for taller people to underestimate him and his abilities to wreck some shit despite not having several inches more in his height number. This has been a fair warning. WEIGHT: Last time he checked it was something around 90-92 kg (198-202 lbs). He just cannot deny himself something good to eat every now and then and this beer is just a bit too tempting to say no to it. BUILD: Because of the reasons stated above Jaakko is chubby and his cheeks are pudgy. Sometimes he feels a bit self-conscious about his appearance but it does not happen often enough for him to particularly care. He likes to joke that he’s as round and soft as a Moomin and he’s honestly not too far from being right. TATTOO(S): His most prominent ones would be a bear on his right arm and a piece of forest on his left leg. He also has two smaller tattoos, a ‘sisu’ written on his left wrist and a Snufkin on inner left forearm. Jaakko’s not planning on getting any more tattoos. SCAR(S): This is a touchy topic for him and confronted about his scars he’ll withdraw into himself and just leer at the asker if they’re not close enough to him (but those are familiar with the meanings and reasons behind his scars so no conversation about them should occur). There’s one on the central side of his chest, leaning a bit towards left side, just about where his heart is. This one tells a tale of losing Karelia in Winter War. The other looks more terrible and represents the loss of Petsamo, or Finland’s Left Arm, to Soviet Union in the aftermath of Continuation War. It’s a long and writhing around his left shoulder – just where the arm connects with the corpus – scar that resembles the loss of his entire arm for several years to come. On the side of his neck there is also an ugly scar he bears after having been shot in artery what caused instant death on the battlefield (also during Continuation War). If one is a careful watcher they might also notice a shot scar on his left calf during Civil War of 1918.

They’re his relatively fresh scars, otherwise he’s covered in more or less faded ones, products of endless wars conducted on his territories in the past. He’s not certain where each of them comes from anymore, there’s too many, especially on his back and sides. There’s also several cut scars on his hands, he practiced the knife game on his hands very intensely. PIERCING(S): He wears them only occasionally but he has at least one eyebrow piercing and an industrial in right ear, alongside a few helix piercings on both ear flakes [ here’s a picture with explanations in case anyone needs it ]. There’s at least one pair in his upper lobe, too. He used to wear a lip piercing as well but he sort of forgot and he’d have to re-pierce it if he wanted to wear it again. PREFERRED FASHION: A disaster. He’s actually quite happy with his thrift store clothes, only slightly modified by his Finnish sister figure or human friend so they fit him better or embrace his personal style and taste a bit better. He’s either wearing checkered shirts with jeans, black band shirts or your local grandpa sweaters. All together with just tragic socks someone should get rid of immediately. And crocs. Jaakko can dress properly when he has to but it’s always an adventure as well. There’s this one suit he has but it could as well pass for a part of a museal exhibition. TYPICALLY SMELLS LIKE: It’s usually his aftershave, soap he uses during morning shower and cologne – if he doesn’t forget about it. His natural smell could be described as this earthy smell that lingers in the air after the tempest in a birch forest; smell of fields of grain rippling in the wind; freshly baked crispy rye bread; tint of licorice, sea salt with faint alcoholic breeze accenting the whole. OTHER: He has several moles on his body, not too many, and mostly located on his neck and back. His right arm is stronger and longer a bit than left one which gets weary much faster than its right equivalent. His eyebrows are rather thick but not overly so, he’s more likely to be seen with some facial hair than with none at all. He enjoys simple jewelry and wears pendants such as Ukko’s hammer or a bear claw pendant.

🌿 ━ P E R S O N A L I T Y .

POSITIVE TRAITS: || ambitious || alert || benevolent || caring || clever || conscientious || considerate || courageous || discreet || dutiful || earnest || educated || efficient || eloquent || faithful || focused || genuine || hard-working || helpful || insightful || intelligent || loyal || meticulous || painstaking || patient || reliable || scrupulous || understanding || well-rounded || NEUTRAL TRAITS: || disciplined || forthright || humble || independent || invulnerable || leisurely || manly™ || modest || observant || orderly || private || protective || secretive || self-critical || self-denying || sensitive || self-conscious || shrewd || shy || steadfast || upright || venturesome || NEGATIVE TRAITS: || aloof || anxious || asocial || clumsy || coarse || destructive || difficult || escapist || gloomy || hesitant || irascible || melancholic || moody || offhand || paranoid || petty || pugnacious || restrained || stubborn || sullen || tactless || LIKES: sauna, alcohol (beer!), Moomins, coffee, rye bread, hockey, hunting, sailing, swimming, walks in the forest, bears, dogs, firearm, metal music, licorice, chocolate, berries, mushrooms, herbs, books, alcohol (vodka!), sun, singing, playing various instruments, woods, bonfires, baking, stormy weather, old comedies, black humor, gardening, card games, knife song game, LOTR, sea, lakes, beaches, sweets, mämmi. DISLIKES: Ivan, mosquitoes, scorching weather, Too Much Snow, losing in hockey, nosy people, public speaking, narrow/cramped spaces, constrained movement, being mistaken for a Russian/Swede, small talk, awkward situations, effusiveness, poorly made horrors, being underestimated, being sick, hangovers, politics, crowds, mämmi. PHOBIAS / FEARS: Being ignored/forgotten by those he cares for/loves, being ruled over by someone again, hospitals, osmophobia (hypersensitivity to smells causing aversion to odors). HABITS: Drinking issues away, swearing, sauna time each evening, cleaning up the entire house on Saturdays, keeping a journal, shooting range time once a week, arms workout three times a week, walking his dog at least once a day (otherwise the dog’s in the garden). 🌿 ━ R E L A T I O N S H I P S .

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pretty much (demi)bisexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. This one Estonian is really cute though.

🌿 ━ H E A L T H .

CHRONIC CONDITIONS: His entire left arm isn’t as strong as his right one. Fortunately he’s right-handed and therefore doesn’t use left hand too often. When he absolutely has to, however, the inequality in distribution of strength is quite visible. If this counts in here he also suffers from clinical depression. ADDICTIONS: Caffeine, alcohol, nicotine, salmiakki. ALLERGIES: N/A

🌿 ━ H O M E .

PLACE OF RESIDENCE: Helsinki/Helsingfors as of late due to his current occupation. He’d be more than happy to leave elsewhere however. METHOD OF TRANSPORTATION: Preferably a car, public transportation when he absolutely has to; trains, planes, boats/ferries. PETS: A mixed breed dog Musti.

🌿 ━ W O R K && E D U C A T I O N.

JOB: History lecturer at the University of Helsinki. SCHOOLING: PhD in History, MD in Agriculture. SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Finnish, Swedish, Russian, German, English, Estonian, (understanding of) most Finnic languages, Northern Sámi. SKILLS: Good at problems solving, perseverance & motivation, genuine devotion to work, ingenuity.

🌿 ━ R A N D O M .

QUIRKS: Clearing throat, nervous lips licking and fiddling with fingers, playing with hair, sticking post-it-notes everywhere in his house so he doesn’t forget to do some things he’s probably bound to forget, usually chores, doodling idly while talking on the phone. HANDEDNESS: Right-handed. RELIGION: eh Technically speaking he’s a Lutheran. Not exactly practicing but he tries to show up in the church every now and then. THEME SONG(S): Journey Man. BOSS BATTLE MUSIC: Darude - Sandstorm (I’m dead serious)

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