#and now my first friend isn’t responding so idk if she’s still coming with me

[darlinimamess]

HELLO I HATE WHEN PEOPLE CHANGE PLANS LAST MINUTE OKAY BYE

[winstonsns]

I love ur writing so, so, so, so, so much!! I was wondering if you’d be willing to write Dallas x Reader where he met reader through Ponyboy and Johnny. Like both Johnny and Ponyboy are really really close friends with reader and Dallas is curious and wants to met them and Dallas develops a little puppy crush!

Only write if ur comfortable/have time! Love ya and I’m excited to see you write more in the future! 🖤🖤🖤

can’t help falling in love (request)

authors note: i have a shit ton of requests but try to post once each day, please be patient if i haven’t gotten to yours yet! i’m so glad you like my writing, i hope you enjoy! this is my first oneshot so idk if it’s good or not LMAO 💗

dally x reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: cussing, slightly suggestive, bob being a bitch

dally was sitting on his bed in his room, above buck’s bar when he suddenly heard a ring from the phone on his dresser. “god damn it, who the fuck could it be…” he mumbled, grumpily walking over to the phone and picking it up.

“hey, who the hell is this?” he asked, receiving a response quickly, “it’s pony. you wanna go to the drive in with me and johnny and our other friend? she’s real tuff, i’m sure you’d like her. the movie’s at 7—“

dally looked at the wall, checking the time on the clock. it was nearly 3pm, he thought for a moment before interrupting pony, “i’ll come over now, we can get some food or something before we leave for the movie.”

“see you in a bit, dallas.” he responded, dally putting down the phone and therefore ending the call. he stared at the dresser for a couple seconds before making up his mind, pulling on the drawer handle and taking a plain black shirt out, putting it over his head. he then walked to another part of his room, picking up his shoes on the floor, putting them on and grabbing his denim jacket from a hanger. he put his arms through the sleeves and walked to the door, walking downstairs, telling buck, “hey, i’m taking your car. goin’ to a friend’s house.”

he rolled his eyes before grabbing the keys from his pocket, tossing them to dally before he was on his way to pony’s house. going into the car, he wondered what you would be like, knowing you were going to the drive in with johnny and pony. as he was on the road, he couldn’t stop thinking about you, thinking about what you could look like or if he would think you’re as tuff as ponyboy thought.

by the time he was at ponyboy’s house, it was 3:30pm. he took the keys out of his car and opened the car door, closing it behind him once he got out. he walked over to the entrance of his friend’s house, opening the door since he knew it would be unlocked. “hey dally, took you long enough.” he heard someone say, recognizing it as johnny’s voice. “hey, man, how you doin’?” he asked, walking over to the kitchen where he saw johnny and ponyboy eating some chocolate cake. both of them looking at dally and nodding.

“isn’t there gonna be some broad at the drive in with you guys? what’s that about?” he asked, johnny and pony looking at each other, johnny grinning and holding his hand out to pony. he groaned and mumbled a “gotta be kiddin’ me…” and pulled a dollar out of his pocket, giving it to the dark haired boy next to him.

dally watched the whole interaction but was still confused, only after pony explained who you were, he understood the two of them had made a bet. “how have we not told you about her, man? y/n’s been our best friend for years, one of the only nice socs, we hang out like three times every week, man. have you not seen her?” pony explained, johnny answering his question and saying, “oh she’s beautiful, dallas, you’d love her.” ponyboy nodding his head, agreeing with johnny.

all three of them talked for a while in the curtis house, ranging from you, to dally almost getting put in jail again, to some fight that pony witnessed, to johnny getting beat up by a soc, then once again, back to you. time passed by quickly and before they knew it, two hours had passed, they only had an hour before they wanted to be at the drive in.

dally couldn’t keep his mind off of you, he got curious because of how highly pony and johnny spoke of you. saying you were an academic beast, the most beautiful person someone could ever meet, the funniest and best person someone would want to be around, etc. “knew each other since we were… god, what were we? oh, i was around 7 i think, she was around 10.” pony stated, bringing dally back into the conversation after he zoned out.

the rest of the hour was spent talking about you, how you, pony and johnny met and became friends. detail by detail, dally grew more and more excited to meet you, but he tried not to show it. pony and dally continued their conversation while johnny glanced at the clock, noticing it was nearly 6:30. “hey guys, it’s close to seven. think we should start headin’ over to the drive in, yeah?” he asked, the two other boys nodding, getting up from their seats and walking out the door to the drive in.

by the time they arrived, the sky was dark even though it was still early. they looked around before getting on their knees, crawling under the fence and getting their jeans a bit dirtier than they wanted. “should be in a black mustang, i think. that’s what she has, right johnny?” pony stated, wanting to have his statement confirmed by his friend first. “yeah, pretty sure. wait— isn’t it dark blue?”

the two kept bickering back and forth, looking around even though many people were there. he glanced around, remembering how pony and johnny described your features, trying to find someone who described them. the three boys were near rows of chairs, your friends still arguing about what color your car was.

dally heard footsteps walking towards his direction and a loud voice, he recognized it as someone was yelling at another person. “god, won’t you just fucking listen to me, y/n!!? you can’t be hanging out with those— those hoods, they’ll ruin you!!” a boy with curly blond hair with an alcohol bottle in his hand yelled, dally realizing he was bob, someone that johnny had described multiple times, with his rings that cut up johnny’s face.

“look, bob. we’re not even together, why do you care so much about this? they aren’t bad people, you have to understand that!!” you argued back, trying to keep your voice steady and managing not to yell at him. even though the two of you were somewhat far away, dally lightly hit johnny’s arm and pointed at you, asking, “is that your friend?” looking back at him, seeing both of the younger boys smile.

pony and johnny started to walk towards you when he stopped them, worrying, “hey, hey… seems like she’s in an argument with that one guy over there. don’t you think we should wait?” the two of them paused, staring at you, watching you and bob continue arguing, him losing his temper and screaming at you, “you’re a fucking whore, y/n! a bitch too, leaving us for some gross hoods. what, you wanna live on the streets too, huh?”

you rolled your eyes, knowing they didn’t really live on the streets, they just knew them better. they weren’t as fortunate as you and bob, as the socs. you continued letting him yell at you when you heard footsteps behind you, like they were from multiple people. when bob paused and looked behind you and asked, “who the hell are you? get lost.” spitting near the people behind you, you cringed and moved away from the spit and bob, looking behind you to see johnny, pony and a boy who you haven’t seen before.

the dark haired boy, who was a bit taller than pony and johnny came closer to bob’s face. asking, “why the fuck are you yelling at her, huh? you have no fucking right to do that, you piece of shit.” pushing bob’s chest, causing him to back up. he looked at you, complaining, “this ain’t worth my time,” slowly walking backwards then turning around to walk towards his friends.

dally turned around, seeing you already looking at him and smiling. “you’re dally, aren’t you? i’ve heard about you before. pony and johnny talk about you sometimes…” you added, glancing over to the two boys at the end. he responded, “yeah, it’s dally. so you’re y/n, huh? the boys talk very highly of you, it’s a big thing to meet you,” pausing, hearing you giggle, then continuing, “you’re pretty good looking, you know. should get to know each other better, yeah?” smirking when he saw you blush.

after the four of you reached the seats, you sat in a row, two behind johnny and pony. the two of you continued talking although the movie had already started, not even paying attention. you had learned dally had an insanely long criminal record while you had none, his parents were both shitty and didn’t care about him, but yours were perfect. he didn’t give a shit about school, meanwhile you would most likely be the valedictorian. but he wanted to attend school again just so he could see you.

even though the two of you didn’t notice, the movie had ended as quickly as it started. both of you kept chatting away before pony and johnny looked behind the two of you and spoke, “man, nearly everyone’s gone. i think we should all go home, right? don’t want your parents to be mad, right y/n? don’t wanna get grounded again.” johnny teased, you rolling your eyes playfully and agreeing, “yeah, we should probably get going.”

when you looked away, dally gave the two boys a look and shrugged, a gesture for, “what the hell was that for?!” so they shrugged back and got up from their seats. the three boys walked you over to your car, ponyboy asked you all, “so, what’d you guys think of the movie?”

you and dally looked at each other and grinned, he replied, “wasn’t paying attention.” and you nodded, agreeing, “yeah, i wasn’t either.” he lightly bumped your shoulder in a teasing manner, causing you to giggle. by the time you got to your car, you felt your mood start to change drastically, going from happy to a sense of sadness. you wanted to continue talking to dally, but were nervous to ask.

you fidgeted with your hands and looked worried, staring at the ground before asking dally, “can i have your number?” his face turned into a shade of red, nodding quickly and speaking, “yeah, you got a pen and paper?” you wondered for a second before stating, “maybe, let me check.” so you opened your car door slightly and frantically looking around, yet finding a pen and not a piece of paper. you grabbed it and shrugged, “i only have a pen… sorry…” feeling bad that you got your hopes up.

he took the pen from your hands, asking if you could roll up your sleeves, you nodded and he gently grabbed your arm. as he wrote his number on your arm, you looked at johnny and pony, smiling at them while they gave you a thumbs up. “this doesn’t hurt, right?” dally asked, checking up on you. you shook your head, suddenly you didn’t feel pressure on your arm and he handed the pen back to you. looking on your arm, he wrote his number and ‘dally ;)’ at the bottom.

you smiled at the little winking face, looking up at him to see him already grinning at you. you mumbled, “i think i have to go now… i don’t want my parents to be mad…” dally looked at you, nodding and stating, “i’ll call you in the morning, ‘kay? we should hang out tomorrow.” while you got into your car, putting the keys in.

dally bent down to the window and smiled, you beamed, “it was nice meeting you, dally… i hope we can figure out another time to hang out. thanks for inviting me, pony and johnny.” they smiled and said “we’ll see you later!!” and waved as you drove out of the drive in, going in the direction of your house.

watching your car with a bit of sadness, dally turned his head and mumbled, “let’s get you two home…” johnny and pony teased him the whole way back to ponyboy’s house, saying it was so obvious that he thought you were cute and was trying to flirt with you. “your eyes were basically like hearts, like in the cartoons when they fall in love!!” johnny chuckled, getting a playful hit on the back from dally.

by the time they reached the curtis house, johnny and pony said goodbye to dally, “we’ll talk to you later, dallas. don’t fuck it up with y/n, we don’t have to choose in between you and her!!” waving at him when he got into the car, driving to buck’s. as he walked into the bar, a girl walked up to him and said, “hey, you wanna go somewhere? there’s a bathroom over there,” she pointed, “maybe we could… bang?” she winked, dally made a disgusted face and said, “i have a girlfriend, dipshit.” and walked away, knowing he didn’t really have anyone romantically, but he wanted you.

when he was brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed, he was thinking about you. the way you talked, trying to keep your sweet voice in his head, the way you looked at him with interest while he talked. you had made him feel important for those two hours the both of you talked. he yearned for you, for your attention and love, but he thought he wouldn’t admit that to anyone, not if it was to save his life.

when you got home and walked up to your bedroom after you took your shoes off, you smiled at the writing on your arm. walking to your vanity, you pulled out a sticky note and pencil, writing dally’s phone number with a ‘dally’ and a heart next to it, underneath the numbers themself.

you changed into your matching set of pajamas and went into your bathroom, grabbing your toothbrush and toothpaste, wetting the toothbrush and putting toothpaste on it. you felt a lot different now than how you did with dallas, not even 30 minutes ago. you spit out the toothpaste once two minutes had passed, you wiped your mouth, turned the lights off and walked to your bed. you turned on the lamp that was on your nightstand, turning off your big light in the center of your room.

you and dally were both laying on your own beds, thinking about each other, both wondering “are they thinking about me too? there’s no way, it didn’t even seem like they liked me. maybe they were being nice.”

only johnny and pony knew, johnny had slept over at pony’s house while you called them, ranting to them about dally and how sweet he seemed, and when you hung up, they immediately got a call from the boy you were just talking about. he was talking about you, and for once seemed like he wanted something more than a short term relationship. he tried to make it seem like he didn’t care that much, but the two boys could tell.

authors note: yayyy my first oneshot!! i hope you liked it, sorry it was short!! ;3

[lightlycareless]

Since Naoya dyes his hair, do you think his kids would have some sort of confusion(when they’re of a younger age Ofc) when others around them would say they have their daddy’s hair or do you think maybe for a period of time he’d stop dyeing his hair to match with his kids lol. Idk this is a silly thought 🙈

ahahhHHAHAHAH yessssssss This just gave me all sorts of ideas of how to embarrass Naoya as a dad lmao!! It's you know, mandatory. We've all felt that way once in our life!!

But let's start with one thing first 🤭

I want to say that he’ll grow out of it, but honestly, I don’t think so; that man was 27 and he still dyed his hair lol.

But moving on…

At first, yes. They’re going to be a bit confused as to why his dad has this bright yellow color on his hair, when everyone else’s is dark. But once they surpass that confusion, in true innocent nature, they’re going to be nothing but intrigued by it—and hey! Maybe they’ll say “wow, I want my hair like that too!”

Also, they grew up seeing Gojo, and sometimes Nanami (NOW I WANT TO WRITE HIM MEETING NAOMI someone coerce ME QUICKLY) so unusual hair colors don’t surprise them anymore lol.

But as always, when your children begin to grow aware of their surroundings, start questioning things… is when “issues” with Naoya arise.

In other words, the infamous “second-hand embarrassment” towards their parents.

Now, it’s happening for both you and Naoya no matter what you try to do to avoid it. But as of right now, it’s more onto him because he’s the most obvious out of the two.

I mean, the piercings… the hair—it’s screaming “please drop me off two blocks away from the school entrance so my friends won’t make fun of me.”

What they once thought cool, now they can’t stand the sight of it 😂 and it really, really upsets Naoya.

“Why do you paint your hair, dad…?” Naomi would ask one day, dying to do so for like… years now.

“Because I like it.” Naoya responds. “…why do you ask?”

She twists her lips, as if skeptical of his answer, before shrugging and leaving. He’ll tell you about this interaction later that day, but you don’t have the heart to tell him that Naomi once confided in you that she thought it was a bit… weird, mostly since it’s obvious yellow is not his natural color.

Yet, no matter how much you tried, he still gets to hear about it from someone on the staff and boy, does it finally break his heart.

“You don’t like it?” he asks Naomi one day after picking her up from school.

“…No one else has it.” She eventually admits. “My friends think it’s… funny.”

“Do you think it’s funny?” Naoya insists, Naomi simply looks away; she never liked being put on the spot like that, and the conversation ends soon enough.

He sighs, and all he could think of is:

«It’s already started, isn’t it?»

It’s certainly a long way from the days where Naomi was nothing but enthralled by his appearance, admiring him with those big adorable round eyes of hers as she reaches for one of his strands and pulls at it, as if trying to decipher whether his hair was real, or not—or how she’d do the same for his piercings, gently removing her little hands from them so she wouldn’t hurt him, reminiscing on the day you brought her press-on earrings so she could look like him.

Luckily for Naoya, that’s only one stage of their life, for when they grow a bit older and stop caring about those trivial things, they’d actually being to look up to him for advice on how to dye hair or where to get their ears pierced without having to worry about infections and such; the moment the tables turn and they begin to admire him for his style when he was younger, Naoya feels nothing less than amazing, and a bit cocky too 😂.

“Come on daaaad, tell me!! How did you manage to keep your hair with that tint and without it looking like trash???” Naomi would whine; no other color seems to have stuck the way she wanted it, always washing off after one shower or two. “Like, I remember that you even went on missions, and it would still look good!!”

“Ah, so now you like it? What about the kids that thought it was funny looking?” Naoya teases as if that hadn’t hurt his feelings; Naomi rolls her eyes.

“Ugh, whatever… if you don’t want to tell me I guess I’ll just go with Gojo or something, I’m sure he knows a few places or some—”

“No, wait! Don’t go to him! I’ll tell you all you need to know!!”

Just to name a few interactions hahaha.

But either way, I feel that around… probably late 30s Naoya is going to outgrow the whole hair dyeing thing and just let his hair return to its natural dark color.

Everyone around him will take a while to get used to his new appearance, specifically his kids, since it was always blond for as long as they could remember… but they get used to it soon enough. As for you, though, you’re the one that likes it the most and you make sure to let him know whenever possible—he rewards you appropriately that night, I dare say, Naohime was born out of that lol.

“We finally look like a family.” You’d jest one day—as if all his kids didn’t look exactly like him: dark hair, golden eyes…

If anything, you’re the outcast here 😂

Ngl, I wonder what a much older Naoya would look like; would he still have piercings? Grandpa out there still rocking the blonde hair lmao!!!

Ahhh thank you so much for sending in this ask!! While writing this two ideas came to me on the type of dynamic Naoya would have with his baby when she's all grown up; one of them is sweet, the other one is a bit sad :'( we shall see which one I write first 😏

Once again, thank you so much for sending in this!! I had fun :> Take care, and hope to see you soon!!

[imeanwhynotbruv]

Blessed by Eywa

<<idea that I know isn’t original but I wanted to make my own au of it because it will keep bothering me until I can’t get anything else done :) >>

Okay so the basic ideas:

Maybe they never knew who Spiders mother was, they just found him one day and when they did the DNA test the only conclusive results was father : Quaritch.

when they tried to find the mother it just kept coming up inconclusive until they finally decided that his mother was likely Paz Socorro because she was the only woman who fit the bill. (Idk I’ll think more later)

Of course Neytiri isn’t happy when she first sees Spider (who’s like a baby) and Jake together

Maybe before Spider is taught the ways of the people he doesn’t understand that the little floating friends that follow him dont just follow everyone else.

Little Spider is definitely still neglected and maybe he meets Kiri by accident.

Kiri takes her new friend to the spirit tree and yeah he doesn’t have a Tswin but he still connects to the spirit tree but by touch?

Spider wraps his hands around the tree and bc it’s the first time it’s full force because Eywa is so happy to finally be able to fully connect with her little guy

Like Spider’s eyes roll back and he stops responding to Kiri, so she gets scared and runs to get her parents

Neytiri had only seen Spider that one time as a baby by this point

No one thought to really inform Mo’at about the baby but she already knows 👀 she knows all 👀

Jakes the only one who’s spent some time with spider (outside of Kiri of course because they are the best of besties)

When they come back Spider is still standing there except now he’s covered in atokirina (think first movie)

They then have to teach Spider because it’s very clear that eywa has claimed him (they don’t adopt him bc Neytiri is still in denial)

Spider doesn’t get taken because Eywa refuses to let that happen

The Sullys have to take him because Kiri is not leaving her person

Ronal is both horrified and intrigued by Spider

Maybe some prophetic dreams?

Think Metkeyina but now we get a magical Spider 😎

Idk but it think it would be fun? I love seeing all the things of Eywa just loving this little human boy.

I feel like Ronal would be every interested in him.

Imagine Kiri and Spider just playing with the glowing fish like it’s normal and everyone who’s in the know 👀 *metkeyina* is just watching with their jaws on the floor😂😂

Ooo maybe the RDA tell Quaritch that Jake killed his son? So he never sees Spider? I’m not sure how that would work but I feel like that would get a good motive for him to want to fight Jake?

Anyway let me know if you liked this? I’m curious to hear your thoughts ✨✨

I hope you enjoyed reading lovelies ❤️

[elbertoko]

[cve-th3mvsic]

a headcanon i thought of omw home

it’s pretty informal, and i say “like” a lot,

so.. warning: i say “like” lot.

it’s not super angst but at first i thought it was, but i don’t really think it is.

anyway enjoy

reed and hille and auggie and vee were gonna hang out some place, reed and hille got there (wherever it was, maybe it was some small shop or something) before the others, reed and hille were sitting outside the place (whatever it was) and messing around and laughing, and then auggie starts heading over there, and he sees them. he stops and like, watches them ‘cause he doesn’t wanna go over there yet. idk what vee’s doing but she hasn’t gone over to em yet. (they’re outside sitting down at a table/bench) so reed and hille were laughing still, and then reed stops momentarily  and looks at hille for a few moments, admiring him kind of. then hille stops too and asks “what’s up?” and then reed takes a lil breath and smiles at him. auggie’s confused but he can see that something’s boutta happen, like a big thing. and reed asks hille “hille, will you be my boyfriend?” and hille’s like. speechless. in a neutral way. he’s surprised but he also isn’t ready to be in a relationship like that, like dating yk- so hille makes that face like 😬 nervously (not as weird as that emoji, i hate that emoji.) but then he asks “you.. want me to be your.. boyfriend?” and reed nods and says “yah” and hille doesn’t say anything for a few moments. then auggie feels upset. he doesn’t really get why he’s upset, but he is. and in his head he got upset and was like “you guys know each other because me.” and he doesn’t know why he says that (neither do i, but he says it) but he’s upset, then vee walks up behind him (perfect timing vee, just the greatest /hsrs) and asks him “yo what’s up?” and auggie was unknowingly on the verge of tears 

then auggie got more upset at himself mentally like ‘i’m overreacting. why am i even upset? i shouldn’t be upset” and then he starts to walk away and vee’s like “woah what happened? where ya goin?” and auggie says “i’m going to the bathroom.” vee says “that’s not where the bathroom is” in like a joking tone but auggie says seriously, “i know.” then vee gets the hint that he’s upset and that now is not a good time to joke. 

so auggie walks to his car and sits in there, staring at his steering wheel, completely confused as to why the fuck he got so emotional when nothing really even happened. he didn’t even stay to see what hille’s response was. he was upset and upset beCAUSE he was so upset. so overall, upset. 

so back to hille and reed, reed sat there patiently and waited for hille to answer. ‘cause hille didn’t know what to say- and then hille asks reed again “you want me to be your.. boyfriend?” reed nods a little, getting nervous ‘cause he can tell he’s probably gonna say no. mind you, now vee’s watching them from afar. of course vee’s gonna wanna see what happens, she fucking loves drama. i mean, this is reed and hille we’re talkin’ about though. like this is more of a serious kinda thing to her ‘cause she’s actually close to them. the other drama is just like “oh cool haha” yk, not a big huge deal. but this is a big deal ‘cause they’re her friends and auggie’s friends and yk it might make things awkward 

so hille finally responds. hille says “…no. i’m not ready to.. have that. kind of- relationship?” the last part he sounded a bit confused. “i’m not ready to be a boyfriend right now. or like.. you know-..” and now hille feels kinda bad ‘cause he’s literally never rejected anybody, and in his head he’s like ‘did that come off as rude? shit i don’t wanna be rude. i didn’t see that coming- is this gonna change anything?? are we still gonna be friends-?’ and he’s mentally freaking out. but in reed’s head, his is like in slow-mo. hille’s mind is fast and reed’s mind is slow. like he’s not super thinking and freaking out. basically, he’s calm. hille’s physically calm, but mentally he’s not. reed nods at him and says “yah, i get it. don’t worry,” and he doesn’t sound bummed, he tries not to sound bummed. he seems pretty chill about it. 

this “rejection” is kind of like a.. healthy? one?? like it’s not.. i think you know what i mean. maybe. probably. reed asked hille, hille said no, reed said alright and it’s cool. no hard feelings. no overreactions or leaving. hopefully you know what i mean- 

now reed and hille js kinda sit there quietly for a lil bit. js like.. quiet. not too awkward, but not super.. comfortable? yk? then reed says after a lil bit “at least you were straight up,” and then vee, like the goofball she is, walks over there, but she’s got her chest puffed out kinda, tryna look all big and mighty. and she goes to them. she sits down in front of them. then she takes a lil breath and a dramatic pause. then she smiles and says “i’m gonna break the tension here.” and then she suggests that they go do something. idk what, but she’s vee, she’s always got something fun to do. 

she tries to kinda shoo off that topic temporarily and then they hang out. auggie sits in his car for a lil longer, then vee texts him and asks “you good? let’s hang out, buddy ☹️ that’s what we came here for” auggie texts her back and says “i’m good. you have fun. i’ll wait for you in the car” vee pouts when she’s texting him and hille asks her “whatcha doin?” and she says “tryna get auggie to stop moping and get his ass over here to hang out” she means it in a loving way. and hille’s like “..wait, where’s auggie?” vee says super casually “i saw him watchin’ you and reed talk. i think he didn’t wanna go over to you guys ‘cause i wasn’t here yet, but he looked super upset.” 

hille was surprised like ‘oh shit. what’ reed comes over and says “wait, what happened?” and vee says again “auggie’s in the car. he said he doesn’t wanna come hang out right now, so he’ll wait for me in the car i guess.” reed’s eyes widen and he asks “wait.. auggie’s here??” vee says “yah, i think he’s upset.” 

hille’s totally like ‘oh shit, auggie saw.’ then he felt like ‘why’s he upset though? *was* he upset?’ and vee takes hille outta his thoughts and says “if you wanna go cheer him up, the car’s out there,” and both reed and hille look at her like ‘huh’ 

[edzasks]

Jules! Sending you hugs! Please eat some yummy, nutritious food! If you need to vent, vent. I care about you and how you are doing.

It’s so dumb. Basically I was talking to this one person (mind you, it’s a chick btw — I’m sticking to men ONLY forevermore after this), basically chick I knew briefly last year, but got to know her these 2 months started hardcore love bombing me, chasing me, pursuing me, etc. We end up getting very close, very quickly, and genuinely she was the most awesome person to talk to.

Then I started liking her and she felt it was mutual, but mind you it was heavy love bombing, and funny enough I always knew I was being gassed up too quickly, if someone is ‘too nice’ and fast pacing; never believe them, but instead of being guarded and isolated like I typically proceed nonchalant, I decided to be open cause I trusted them as a friend.

Then near the end (Halloween) she switched up, she starts ignoring my msgs, and being cold & distant. This is where the chess games started coming in.

And I, a very fucking mellow very low maintenance person - MIND YOU … Started to feel like I was going losing my mind, actually no I was genuinely so ticked by this I was convinced I was a crazy person (no!) While she was playing these games and discarding me. Alexa play Dear John…

Then since I felt like she was playing games, I played dumb and pretended I no longer felt for her, in response she told me she “didn’t find anyone else” then hours later lies telling me; she had “replaced me” and found someone else.

Despite mine you, weeks ago obsessing over me, love bombing me heavily, making bold statements like she wants me and only me, etc, showing me screenshots of fwbs she apparently cut off for me, bunch of gassing up bs.

In the end (basically) to summarise I feel like absolute shit, and being discarded like I’m nothing and all the games f’d with my head, and the sad part is I am good at seeing this shit but I ignored the 🚩flags (knew it months ago this would happen to) because I decided to be blind… Ironically anyone into tarot reading too the cards pulled about the scenario too said fraud, bad energy, bad, bad, bad to the point where the reader needed a deck cleanse and run too. 🫠

Blocked her off basically everything now, and she was still flip flopping when I told her to lose my #, and she’s like “why is there so much drama?” (when I just told her cause she won’t communicate just silent treatment) Then seemed bothered that I was running away since she said “always running and disappearing” (yup!! Saved me from ppl like that!!)

But I ran.

I didn’t like her comment either about how she “needs to heal” (instead of being w someone) yet wants to “see where it goes” w me (as if I’m a side hoe)… lbr … until someone better comes along 🤣 and the whole time I’ve been replaced. Which contradicts her bs, and lie.

It’s a long rant, but I think they have NPD, so I was victim to a narcissist basically.

Lot of gaslighting too trying to say it’s a waste of time (or I am) cause she stopped believing I was bi, or w.e. It’s all manipulation imo & punishment. And saying shit like I shouldn’t be mad. No empathy, just games. When I first deleted her she said she’d give me space, and when I apologised steering clear of maybe she isn’t a narc, she took hours to respond with her shady “ok” … Despite her offering me space (lol)…

I didn’t like either how she lied about one of her friends being her fuck buddy (reality is, that chick has a bf) just constant … lies.

I have no interesting in dating again, and I’m happily gonna go back to being me, myself & I and my emotional unavailability comfort zone because ppl these days are the worst. I don’t need someone to be happy tbh. I’m fine on my own.

I think she still follows me on Spotify / twitter idk why she hasn’t unfollowed me on everything else yet 🤷‍♀️ but the audacity too that she had to ask why I deleted her off snap. 🙄

Like… I just feel sick to my stomach basically it’s hard to eat because the distress (to shortly summarise this) and I feel like a moron, and not good enough.

[princessjules510]

Okay so no one sought out my desperation in my last post but that’s fine. I’ll reblog it after this so you guys (nonexistent people) can catch up but the gist is that my bsf of five years hasn’t been very communicative w me abt making plans but she’s able to make plans w this other person who I’ve expressed my dislike to her. Anyways A LOT HAPPENED SO BUCKLE UP.

So over the summer we have texted periodically and she texted me one night saying she had to tell me something. I had been asleep so when I read the message in the morning I was freaking out cause I was like omg this is the most I’ve gotten out of her. For once she’s texting me first. So ofc I start spamming her, wondering what it is. And she texts later saying she’s in a relationship. I am in shock. This is the last thing I would expect for her to say. Idk I guess it’s just surreal when you both complain abt how you want partners and then once one of you has one it’s like… hello? The complaints were a joke??

But anyways, I’m like omg who is it, have you kissed yet, what was the first date like, HAVE YOU DONE THE DEED?? She didn’t answer any of those questions and just laughed. But ig I didn’t care abt those answers bc she tells me THAT I KNOW THEM. So I’m confused cause we’ve talked abt how much we hate everyone at school (I’m still in high school) and that we would never date anyone there. As I’m thinking, one moment pops into my head. The person that I don’t like jokingly but not really admitted to having feelings for my friend, so I was like no. Like, it can’t be.

So I’m like, “is it ___?” And she starts laughing, avoiding the question. And I know I have my answer. Now I’m in even more shock cause what???? Like you never expressed any kind of romantic feelings towards them. What is going on. Did fucking he’ll freeze over? So now I’m a little pissed cause like, out of every person at school? Them? Really? And I’ll admit I was kind of a dick. I only responded w “ok” and left it at that. But the next day I apologized and told her I was happy for her and that she was in a relationship now cause what the fuck. Life isn’t real atm.

So after all of that a couple weeks later I wanted to be able to hangout w her before school started. I asked her if she was free that weekend and she said yes. I told her a DATE AND TIME and she CONFIRMED SHE WAS AVAILABLE. Of-fucking-course the day of she’s like “oh I forgot to tell you that my dad wants to take me to Worlds of Fun tonight” and I was like oh okay that’s fine cause night isn’t until like 8 so we have plenty of time. And she was like “oh not night sorry I meant around 2 or 3.” 2 OR 3?? GIRL WHAT. HOW DO YOU THINK OF 2 IN THE AFTERNOON AND SAY “oh that’s night definitely.” Like sis… look outside.

SO LIKE A GOOD FUCKING FRIEND I WORK AROUND IT. I was like “that’s fine you can come over early like 11.” AND THE BITCH SAYS “my dad wants to make me breakfast in the morning.”

…

What. The. Fuck.

Breakfast. In the morning.

IS THIS YOIR DADS LAST DAY ALIVE OR SOMETHING? DOES HE NOT KNOW THAT HE COULD LITERALLY MAKE BREAKFAST THE NEXT MORNING OR HELL AT A DIFFERENT TIME IN THE DAY??? IVE HAD BREAKFAST FOR DINNER AND LET ME TELL YOU THERES NO DIFFERENT FEELING. Oh my god just relaying the info is making me livid.

I forgot to mention that the day before I was hanging out w another friend who’s also friends w my bsf. And she was talking abt how she kept texting her if she was free and how my bsf said she’ll “check her schedule” and then she never responds. Ig I should be grateful that she’s even telling me that she isn’t available rather than just ghosting me. Anyways, my other friend was also talking to me abt how she sees my bsf and the person I don’t like hanging out on their BeReal’s.

That set me off.

I was like how the fuck are you gonna say to me that you can’t hangout when YOU ARE HANGING OUT W A PERSON I DONT LIKE? And I understand. You want to be as close to your partner as you can be. You just got together. You’re being all lovey dovey. I would prob do the same thing too. But it’s the fact that she’s able to make time for THEM BUT NOT ME. And after she texted me abt how she couldn’t hangout THE DAY OF, she was talking abt how she’s trying to make things work and shit. Like after everything you got away w, I don’t believe anything you’re saying.

Me and my mom are like besties. So obviously she knows everything and she was like “you need to talk to her face to face” cause my mom caught me crying abt the situation. I was just excited to finally see her and then she pulls this shit, ofc I’m gonna be upset. Plus I was on my period so that didn’t help. But I was like you’re right and so I wrote some talking points down (if you haven’t done that before a confrontation or serious talk I recommend bc it’s very helpful) and texted her that we needed to talk. And she was like abt what and I was like our friendship and then she was like r we good and I was abt to say no we aren’t fucking good but I didn’t and said yeah.

So we were supposed to have dinner after practice (we’re both on the tennis team and GUESS WHO GOT ME TO PLAY: FUCKING HER) TODAY and I hadn’t heard anything from her so I asked before practice started if we were still going to dinner and she was like I couldn’t take off work. So that ruined my day and I literally did not want to look at her, speak to her, nothing.

Now, idk what to do. Because if I try to find another day where she’s free it’s just gonna drag it out longer to the point where it won’t even matter anymore. Part of me wants her to know how she’s made me feel. She really hurt my feelings on Saturday and I want her to know that. But at the same time, I’ve tried reaching out and trying to fix things, but she just won’t meet me halfway. I’m thinking that maybe she should be demoted to friend at school. I’m done wasting my time trying to hangout when I could be hanging out w other friends who are MORE THAN HAPPY to do stuff w me.

Lmk your guys’ thoughts cause I would like more input :)

[whatagirlwants]

olivia apparently has a song coming out about an “ill advised one night stand with an ex”. She has had a couple bfs since 2020 but I still wonder if it’s about josh. I feel like that might tie into joshs ep from October and Sabrina’s lyrics in lonesome and opposite.

(disclaimer i didnt mean to write this much l)

lets be honest… olivia would never go back to joshua 😭 i need yall to be serious…

Lonesome isn’t about joshua going back to Olivia. Lonesome is like Sabrina’s way of reflecting on Joshua leaving her. there were many layers to it but here she’s second guessing if he loved her.. because the 2nd DL came out and the way people responded to it.. affected their relationship cause he brokeup with her.. hence “is it kind of strange how it all changed when i wasn’t the one they wanted you to love”

Sabrina feels like she was just an opportunity for him. i mean lets be serious she was the only one with a real successful career when joshua came into her life. at that time hsmtmts just put out s1 and the only thing o & j did was write instagram unoriginals. Sabrina was an opportunity in so many ways i mean she even wrote for his EP, she was almost a feature (but they brokeup snd scrapped it). She feels used.

it all circles back to him breaking up with her after DL, “why were u somewhere else when you were next to me” that maybe he never loved her at all.

Opposite i cant speak on it lyrically cause idk if its about him (i dont think its about Dylan O’brien either ive seen those rumors). but about your question.. Joshua didnt end up with Olivia or a look alike unless she knows something we dont about who’s he been with after “Face like that other girl you’re inlove with”

Joshua’s EP in October:

would you love me now: people only think its about Olivia cause he sings “passing Pasadena, do you still live in LA?” (apparently olivia lived there) but if you think about it he’s passing Pasadena to LA.. where Sabrina used to live, she moved to NYC after their breakup. also first lines of the song he sings something about a letter he never sent.. “emails i can’t send”

(disclaimer: i feel like we need to be-careful with lyrics cuz i feel like sometime maybe its not all accurate or songwriters think of multiple situations)

She said he said she said: so its clean she (olivia) he (joshua) she (sabrina) is clearly about that drama and one of the girls was talking shit (again could be all fabricated for this “cool” story he’s telling) but he does sings “highschool never ends” which makes me think of Olivia, and another line “did you tell them everything” which reminds me of his song Secret which is obviously about Olivia.

i’m sorry: he’s apologizing to his ex. i think sabrina releasing “things i wish you said” makes it clear this is about her. Sabrina’s song is all in her ex’s perspective of things she wishes he said. theres a part where she says “sorry that i pulled the its not you its me someday ill make sure you get a apology” in ‘Im Sorry’ joshua is APOLOGIZING to his ex saying “it was me it wasn’t you its cliche but its true”. also the lines alone where he sings “ever since that day the things i didnt say they haunt me” and she writes a song of things she wishes he said.

Different idk cause its not accurate to their timeline cuz of “2 years not being friends” but the rest like “my biggest regret is walking away” ties to im sorry and his other songs where he says he regrets leaving. TBH he could be just writing what he wants to happen cause didnt rekindle whatever she had with him. so this is why i say sometimes it isnt lyrically accurate and who knows maybe its about olivia but i think its weird after the EP crisis secret set me free he’d suddenly say she’s his biggest regret and he wishes he didnt walk away. and even after he released that what makes u think olivia would ever want to rekindle with him😭

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 33

anon - how about baby scarab sees another hallucination of harrow and ammit while talking with the boys

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anon - Hi and hello!

I don't really know how to do an ask BUT here we are. also, English isn't my first language so i hope my ask would make sense to you by any means.. AANNDD to the important thing!

First, you did an incredible job writing baby scarab series. Thank you so much for your hard work!

About the ask: if you're comfortable, here it is!

( y/n have a nightmare about being stuck in an Asylum -same Asylum that the boy's was running from- with a reputation for being a troublemaker. things get a bit too much as Her father being also one of the patients, and the boy's being in charge. The real nightmare starts when she try to communicate to any one of the three hard-working boys, and her father.)

Do your magic ✨️

The artwork that made me type all this crap "the art is not mine, Credits to the owner" : https://pin.it/7FPKFfh

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anon - Idk silly idea I love

So imagine reader has a shit day right and the boys are doing moon knight stuff and they get a text from their phone like come to the roof nerd and it’s big bro Spider-Man!!

Just imagine him playing some fun music and dancing with the reader on the roof

Me and my friend did this once, we both were in rlly bad states of depression and we ended up blasting music and he and I danced to stupid songs in the rain

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A/N : so theres a lot to unload

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : busy busy chapter. never be afraid to leave a request, i love reading them :))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

playlist

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, confusion, needles, night terrors, peter being peter, casper being casper, drugs, violence. let me know if i missed anything

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it’s been a week since you’ve been back in your own body, and you’ve hit the living shit out of khonshu- but it’s been a calm week.

you’d explained to casper that you weren’t in the right state of mind and he understood, things going back to normal after that.

well, as normal as it gets around here.

here being trying to french braid jakes hair while he complains about you pulling too hard.

“cariño mio- must you tug so hard?” jake asks you and you hum. 

“yes. i must” you answer, almost finishing the braid that goes right down the center of his head, the sides still being down since that hair isn’t long enough.

“are you almost done?” he complains and you scoff.

“yes. and it wouldn’t take so long if you didn’t have crusty old man hair” you respond, taking a hair tie off your wrist to secure the braid.

“now you’re done, you baby” you jump over the edge of the couch to sit next to jake, who looked to you.

“does it look good?”

“mhmm” you assure him and he nods.

“now do khonshus” he suggests and you chuckle.

“he doesn’t have hair”

“get him a wig”

“i spend too much money on marshmallows so no, i’m not buying him any more shit”

jake laughs at your response, and sighs after. “you spoil him too much, princesa” he tells you and you nod.

“i can’t help it” you shrug. 

“isn’t it your bedtime?” marc asks sarcastically and you glare at him.

“no” you deny it, and shakes your head, unable to keep back a yawn as if on cue.

“no?” marc says rhetorically.

“okay- fine” you get up off the couch with your hands up, heading to the bathroom to change and take your medicine.

once you do so, you come out and find that steven was now fronting, and sitting on the bed.

you were at his place after all, you practically live there more than half the time now.

“come on, i’ll stay until you fall asleep, but we’ll probably gone still when you wake up” he says sadly and you form a pout on your face.

“don’t give me that look, it just makes this harder” steven informs you as you sit down on his bed.

“when do you think you’ll be back?” you question, and steven hums.

“marc said a little before lunch- and we’ll pick you up something to make up for it” he answers quickly and you chuckle.

“you better” you tell him playfully and he ruffles your hair before pushing you down.

“okay, sleep now so we can get going” you hear marc’s voice.

you groan and turn your body so that you’re head is on the pillow, steven pulling up one of the small blankets to cover you.

“i promise we’ll be back before you know it” steven tells you, kissing the side of your head before standing up and backing away.

“please be safe guys” you say in a louder voice, to make sure all three of them heard you.

and they did, all of them giving you verbal agreement that they’d be safe.

“now close your eyes, it’s almost midnight” marc tells you, and you scoff, burying your face in the pillow.

“bye guys, love you”

the three of them all responded with, “love you too, kid”, “yo tambien te amo, buenas noches”, and “night, love” before leaving, while you let out a breath and try to go to sleep.

you knew they’d be okay, they were capable of beating the worst villains out there- plus with layla who is a total badass.

speaking of layla, you put a mental reminder in your head to call her tomorrow.

and after that, you fell right asleep. peacefully.

or so you thought.

~~~

your brain feels like it’s buzzing- the noise being unbearable.

you can’t feel anything, and your eyes refuse to open.

“..miss y/n?” you hear a familiar voice, but it’s muffled since your ears also feel like someone shoved a ton of cotton balls in them.

you finally regain feeling in everything, and slowly blink open your eyes, instantly noticing the bright lights and white colored walls surrounding you.

you panic as your breathing quickens, looking around the unfamiliar room.

“miss y/n?” you hear the voice again, all too clear.

you flinch at the sudden sound and look back forwards, clutching onto the arms of the chair you were in.

“steven?!” you exclaim, launching yourself out of your chair just to fall forwards onto the desk, steven putting down the clipboard he was holding and coming around to help you back into the chair.

he puts an arm around your back and one of his hands holding yours, leading you to sit back down.

“careful, the sedative we gave you is quite strong” he advises, leaning on the desk in front of you, hands clasped in front of him while you blink rapidly.

“sedative..?” you trail off, noticing the strange outfit steven was wearing- khakis and a white collared shirt under a brown sweater vest.

along with his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“yes, you had another outburst” he starts, your breathing quickening again.

“you almost managed to leave this time, but don’t worry, you’re safe now” you get the feeling he was trying to be comforting, but instead it sent a chill down your spine.

“where are we? what the hell is going on?” you ask shakily, feeling tears well up in your eyes.

“that’s a silly question.” steven chuckles. “you’re home” he shrugs with a crooked smile.

you shake your head slowly, gripping the armrests again and gritting your teeth.

“this isn’t home- i don’t know where i am!“ you exclaim, steven tensing in the slightest. 

“i want to go back to your flat! the one in london! we- you- i- i live in an apartment in london. that’s my home” you say sternly.

steven hums and adjusts his glasses before speaking again. “no, y/n. this is your home and it has been for a while” he starts.

“you’re in the putnam medical facility here in chicago illinois” he explains and you shake your head.

“when i fell asleep i was in your flat. in london” you grit out, glaring at steven who looks at you with pity filled eyes.

“when you fell asleep, it was after you disarmed two of the nurses here” he starts again, you scoffing. “we had to sedate you again, and for that i apologize” he puts a hand to his heart, talking slowly.

“no” you mutter. “this isn’t real- steven whatever joke you’re playing- it isn’t funny. please stop” you shake your head, squeezing your eyes closed as you try to take steady breaths.

you hear steven let out a breath. “i can assure you that this is real, i’m your doctor, y/n” you look up from your seat.

“and you are my patient, it’s my job to take care of you” he says slowly which has you shaking your head again.

“no no no” you chant over and over again, building up all the strength in your body to try and get out of the chair.

steven straightens himself, ready to help you in case you fall over again.

“you’re.. you’re lying. this is a sick joke” you try to convince yourself.

“y/n.. please sit back down, we can talk-“

“i don’t want to talk!” you snap, pointing a finger in stevens face. “i want to go home- to MY home in LONDON” you exclaim.

“you hear me?! LONDON!” you yell in his face, making him put a hand to your shoulder just to have you push it away.

“please calm down, remember the breathing exercises we practiced last week?” he asks, and you scoff.

“no. and you know why? because i was at home last week- with you.. and marc… and jake.. i..” you trial off.

“wait- marc and jake, where a they?” you look around at the windows reflections, noticing that they are the same as the actual person in front of you.

it reminds you of when you first met jake.

“they are on sabbatical at the moment, but don’t worry you’ll see them again” steven waves you off, moving closer to you as you take stuttered steps back.

“where..”

“oh! they’re in the headspace, they don’t like interacting outside the body” he nods to himself.

this was the exact opposite of what they liked.

marc and jake- and even steven didn’t mind talking when they weren’t in the body.

your mind was swarming in confusion- this all felt so real yet you keep trying to convince yourself it’s a dream.

“yes they do” you start, making steven give you a confused face. “they talk to me all the time”

steven just chuckles, and your face pales as he brings an orange bottle out of his pocket.

“i think it’s time to take your medication” he reaches a hand out towards you, the other still holding the pill bottle.

“no” you back away a little faster, steven slowly taking steps towards you.

“that wasn’t a question” he says in a sickly sweet tone, making a tear roll down your cheek.

this wasn’t your steven.

this wasn’t your steven at all.

you eventually run into the locked door, turning around quickly to bang on it as hard as you can while trying to open it.

“LET ME OUT! SOMEBODY PLEASE-“ you choke on your own words, feeling more tears form.

“you’ll feel better after you take your medicine, y/n” steven says, reaching you and slowly reaching out to grab your hand, you trying to sink away from him even though you’re backed up against the door.

“no- please” you feel your hands shake, one of them being grasped by stevens.

“you have to, it makes you feel better” he tries to reason with you. “i’ve noticed when you don’t take it, you can be quite the trouble maker” he tries to joke with you, slowly pulling your sluggish body away from the door by your hand.

you look back towards the door, wishing you could’ve figured out a way to open it, and by the time you look away from it you’re already back in the chair.

you keep a heavy glare trained on steven as he dumps two pills into his hand, and putting them into yours while handing you a glass of water.

“go on, take the-“ stevens cut off by you shooting up in the chair, throwing the pills to the ground and smashing the glass cup to the ground as well, water flying everywhere.

steven flinched, backing away and pressing a button under the desk.

“i’m not taking any damn pills- let me leave” you say darkly, steven giving you a look of guilt.

“you’ve never acted like this before- sure you’ve had outbursts but-“

“but what? this is all a dream” you shake your head, steven tilting his head at you.

“when i wake up i’ll be back home” you laugh to yourself uneasily, making steven try his best not to back away.

“so you know what? fuck you- and fuck all of this” you end it darkly, two figures barging into the room, one with a needle.

your face drops at the sight, and flashes of the man that took your blood plague your mind for a moment- making you back away slowly.

“wait you didn’t say anything about a needle-“ you turn to steven angrily.

“what did you think we meant by sedative?” he asks calmly and you panic when the two people come closer.

you suddenly feel the adrenaline fade- making you tired and not able to make a run for the open door.

“no- wait wait wait- please not the needle!” you plead with the two nurses, both of them looking to each other for a moment before coming closer, easily holding you still as you feel a prick in the back of your neck.

“wait- steven..” you trail off, feeling your eyelids become heavy again, steven waving to you as you fall to the floor unconscious.

~~~

you woke up panting, a cold sweat running down you neck while you rub your eyes.

you take a few calming breaths before you look down and see that you’re in a bed you don’t recognize.

you shoot up in the bed, throwing the white covers off of you to shove yourself in a corner of the all white room.

staring at the door, you feel your throat tighten and your eyes water, just letting tears freely flow down your cheeks.

what was going on..?

you wanted to wake up from this nightmare. 

but it felt like this nightmare was a reality.

you had no idea at this point, you just felt like those doctors probably pumped you full of drugs.

you slowly blink and you quietly sob into one of your hands, the other picking at the white long sleeve shirt you had on.

you had your knees to your chest, the white of everything becoming too overwhelming.

you wanted to just snap out of whatever this was and find yourself back in steven, marc, and jakes bed.

the dark academia vibes consuming you- the smell of the books and the hum of the lights in gus’ tank.

you missed it.

you missed home.

you’re broken from your thought when the door unlocks and clicks open, and you immediately notice marc’s posture by the way he walked in and calmly sat on the messed up bed after locking the door behind him.

he let you stare at him before he spoke, letting your tears calm and your breathing to become not so rapid.

“how are you feeling?” he asks, him wearing something different to steven- that being just dark pants and a dark blue button up.

you don’t answer him, you just keep staring.

marc sighs and you flinch, making him tilt his head at you. “i’m not here to hurt you. nobody is” he says in a calm voice.

“then how come i feel like i was just hit with a bus?” you ask sarcastically in a raspy voice.

marc hums and runs a hand through his hair. “it was for your own good” he informs you and you scoff.

“my own good..?” you echo back and he nods.

“maybe seeing your father would put you back in the right mindset?” he suggest and you look at him wide eyed.

“he’s dead.. and even if he was alive i wouldn’t want to see him” you try to tell marc but he just chuckles.

“this just be the drugs talking, you love seeing him” he gets up from his spot and offers a hand to you.

when you don’t take it, marc just takes it upon him to lift you up and basically carry you outside the room.

you just let him, you could barely move.

when you first woke up it was another adrenaline rush, and just moving to the corner of the room had tired you out.

marc set you down in a wheelchair, and you limply sit in it as he pushes you through a set of doors to a huge open room- one man sitting calmly on a couch sipping tea.

you recognized him instantly.

it was arthur harrow.

you squirm in your seat as much as you can, pushing yourself into it as marc pushes you closer to your ‘father’.

“is she alright?” harrow asks marc, and he smiles in return while nodding, stopping pushing you when you’re right in front of harrow.

“i’ll give you two some time” marc says quietly, leaving the room while you stare ahead in fear.

“y/n?” harrow says quietly, making you dart your eyes to him specifically.

“why am i here..?” you murmur to yourself.

“you don’t remember?” harrow asks you genuinely and you make a face.

“remember what?” you ask in return, wanting to know what his answer would be.

“your friend.. what was his name..” he starts. “ah! casper! that’s it, he and his mom dropped you off here to get you help” he says and you scoff.

“..why would he do that?” you ask hesitantly.

harrow looks down then back up at you. “because of your schizophrenia, dear” he informs you and you shake your head.

“don’t call me that. you’re not my father” you shake your head and feel your eye twitch.

“he wouldn’t do that- he said i wasn’t crazy” you start ranting. “he said- he said he didn’t think i was crazy- why would he bring me here?” your breathing quickens again and harrow puts and hand up to try and calm you down.

“i need to get out of here” you whisper to yourself, harrows eyes widening at that.

“but this is your home-“

“THIS IS NOT MY HOME!” you yell at him, forcing yourself out of the wheelchair to make your way to the window leading to outside, harrow leaving the room.

you make it to the window and start punching it as hard as you can, the glass cracking under the pressure while your knuckles get cut up and bleed.

you didn’t care about the stinging pain though, all you cared about was getting out of there.

one last punch and the glass shatters, and you cover your face with your arms until it stops falling.

you smile to yourself for a split second before climbing out, again not caring about any new injuries you could’ve gotten.

you limp behind some bushes outside when you hear people rush into the room you were just in.

so you put a hand to your mouth to keep your breathing quiet as they all look out the window for you.

you close your eyes and pray that they can’t see you behind the bushes, and when you hear them go back inside you let out a quiet breath of relief, sinking to the ground in exhaustion.

the relief doesn’t last long when you open your eyes again though.

you came face to face with none other than jake lockley.

standing in front of you, looking down at you with a stern look on his face.

he had an outfit change as well, now in a full black tux with a leather jacket over it.

and don’t forget the matching hat.

“are you lost, querida?” he asks and you back yourself up into the bushes, getting dust and dirt all over your white clothes.

jake clicks his tongue and crouches down in front of you, making sure to keep a tight grip on your ankle to keep you from moving further away.

he tilts his head at you and scoffs. “i thought you were smarter than this” he murmurs, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

you didn’t have the energy to try and fight him, you only had the energy to lightly hit his back with shaky hands as you cried for him to let you go.

and another pinch in the back of the neck later, you were out again.

~~~

this time you woke up restrained.

in a new room, new clothes, and the restraints being a straight jacket wrapped tightly around you.

you looked around you properly and saw that you were in a padded room, with only a small section of what you assumed was a see through mirror.

they were probably looking at you from the other side, thinking you were too dumb to realize.

you tried to get your arms free, which was useless because you could barely move them an inch, not even able to stand up either.

you throw your head back against the soft wall, until you hear the door click.

inside came marc- back in the clothes he had on earlier- and layla, in a doctors outfit. a stethoscope around her neck and several pens in her white coats pocket.

marc locks the door again, both of them moving to stand in front of you, while you look up at them with fear and confusion. 

“you’ve never acted like this before. has something happened?” layla asks in a slightly higher pitched voice than you remember.

“…i..is this real..?” you hesitated in asking, fearing the answer.

“why of course it is” layla tells you and you nod to yourself, looking down and taking deep breaths.

you shove your face into your knees, them being brought up to your chest.

“i knew i’d end up in here” you mutter to yourself.

“i forget to take my medication once and now.. now i’m officially crazy” you say to yourself, blocking out everything around you.

you then start to hear music, the song blitzkrieg bop, but very muffled.

you head shoots up, seeing layla and marc no where, and you stare forward, wondering what could be going on.

“what now..?” you whisper to yourself, closing your eyes and trying to block out the noise.

the music gets louder and louder while it throbs in your head, making you grit your teeth and let out a pained groan.

it continues until you feel like your head is about to split open- and that’s when the miracle happens.

~~~

you shoot up again- blitzkrieg bop playing faintly from your phone, which was on stevens nightstand beside you.

wait.

stevens nightstand.

your phone.

you look around on surprise, finally seeing the flat as tears rush to your eyes again.

this time, the tears being real.

“oh my god..” you murmur to yourself, grabbing the pillow you were laying on and shoving your face into it, breathing in the familiar scent of your boys.

you missed them way more than usual now, wanting to make sure this wasn’t another part of that all too realistic nightmare.

the song- which you now registered as the ringtone you had set for peter- stopped then played again, signaling that he was calling you for a second time.

that you know of.

you pick up your phone, seeing that it was 3 in the morning, only being almost 4 hours since your boys left.

seeing peters name pop up again made you worry.

was he in trouble? did he need your help?

you answer the call and put the phone to your ear to hear a relieved sigh.

“i’m so so sorry did i wake you up? i shouldn’t have kept calling” you listen to peter apologize with a smile on your face as you stare around the apartment, overly joyed to be home.

“peter”

“..yeah?”

“you didn’t wake me up, you’re fine” you say quietly, scared your voice might break.

“oh uhh.. are you sure?”

“mhmm” you start, still scanning around the room while speaking. “why are you calling me?”

“i’m on the roof”

“what?”

“my spidey senses were going crazy- and they stopped when i got on the roof so i thought it would have something to do with you” he explains and you furrow your brows.

his senses were going off because they somehow knew you needed to be woken up from that.. very realistic nightmare?

hm.

thank god for peter parker.

“..i can sense your sadness” peter starts. “come up here” he hangs up.

you scoff and take one last good look around the apartment, seeing gus happily float around in his tank before leaving out the window.

once you get to the roof, peter was playing some calming music off his phone and waiting for you, leaning on one of the vents.

“are you alright?” he asks you and you nod, him obviously noticing your shaken up form.

“..it was a nightmare” he states and you freeze. “wasn’t it?”

another slow nod, and you look down until peter comes over and takes your hands in his.

“don’t let it freak you out too much, it’s not real” he tells you softly and you nod again, already tearing up.

“oh, y/n” he says and pulls you into a light hug, letting you silently cry into his shoulder while lightly swaying to the calm music.

your tears stopped and you still found yourself swaying back and forth with peter, him having both his arms around your back.

“better?” he asks and you nod into his shoulder.

“good” he starts. “just.. if you ever need to talk.. just remember that your big bro spider-man is always here to help” he says and you snort.

“hey- don’t laugh at me” peter ends up chuckling as well, and you break the swaying hug to try and attempt to spin him, which resulted in him almost falling over while both of you share a laugh.

you two are terrible dancers. but that didn’t stop you from dancing for about a half hour until you got tired again.

“would you want to meet here again tomorrow? for spidey stuff?” peter asks while helping you back into the apartments window.

“of course, who would pass up training with their big bro, spider-man?” you ask sarcastically and you see peters cheeks flush.

you chuckle and pat his shoulder. “yeah, i’ll be there” you say and he smiles at you.

“see you then” he nods, jumping back onto the roof to get his stuff.

you closed and locked the window, and once you look around you get scared to go back to sleep.

even though you knew it was a dream, it felt so real. it really felt like everyone just abandoned you.

you really thought you were crazy.

you were tired though, so you couldn’t help it when you hugged the pillow to your chest when you eventually lay down, falling asleep again.

this time, peaceful and dreamless.

~~~

when you woke again it was calm.

and you were beyond relieved that you found yourself in the flat where you fell asleep.

no more white walls, and no more creepy vibes coming from here.

just silence, and you loved it.

you look down at yourself after throwing the blanket off you, seeing that you’re indeed still in your darker clothes you went to sleep in.

you were debating on telling the guys about your vividly realistic nightmare, pros and cons coming with it.

they could think you’re making it up, and that you’re actually crazy and throw you in the loony bin.

or they’d comfort you and try to make your day better.

you knew they wouldn’t think you’re crazy but the thought always passes through your mind.

one thing did cross your mind though. was harrow trying to communicate with you through your dreams?

you wouldn’t put it past him, and he did talk to you out of a sacrificial corpse.

someone must have found a way to let him contact you without actually coming into contact with you.

he still had plenty of followers around the globe, maybe they were helping his spirit get to you.

well, whatever he wanted to say he didn’t say it. he wanted you to stay trapped in the nightmare to make you believe that it was reality.

he wanted to get on your hood side so that when you woke up you’d carry on his legacy.

bring real justice unlike whatever khonshu was doing.

you shook your head and took in a breath, picking up your phone to check the time.

it was only 7 in the morning, so you still had a while before your boys got back.

you sigh and as if on cue, casper’s name lights up on your phone, signaling that he was calling you.

you furrow your brows and answer it on speaker, curious as to why he was calling you so early in the morning.

“y/n!” he yells into the phone making you snort.

“yes?”

“you’ll never guess what i just found outside my house!” he exclaims again and you get curious.

“what is it?” you start. “and calm down” you add on and casper hums in acknowledgment.

“i found kittens!” he whisper shouts into the phone, making you gasp.

“ohmigosh how many?” you ask, sitting up against the headboard, phone resting in your lap.

“only two. but my dad doesn’t want them in the and i don’t know what to do” he ends sadly and you sigh.

“i’ve been sitting outside and feeding them for a while.. and everyone that walks past doesn’t want one” he explains.

“i’ll take them” you blurt out, making casper gasp.

“really? you’re a life saver! when do you think you can get them?” he asks and you swipe down your screen to see it’s been about a half hour since you got up, the exact time being 7:32.

“i can come right now” you respond. “but i’ll have to be quick”

“okay. thanks again, y/n” casper ends before you hang up and swing your legs over the bed.

you grab your jacket from where it was on the floor and put it on, slipping your phone in the pocket and putting your shoes on.

you unlock the door when you get to it and leave almost right away, speed walking down the hall after locking the door again behind you.

you basically ran out of the building.

you were excited to take kittens home, plus you had to be there when everyone got back.

plus you had to hide the kittens.

you’d figure it out as you go.

you got to casper’s house really quickly, he was waiting for you outside on the steps, the kittens just sitting there.

one of them was completely black, with pretty blue eyes. the other was a calico, with bright green eyes.

“holy shit” you breath out, casper chuckling at your expression as you crouch down next to him and put your hand out to let’s the cats approach you.

“yeah, i had the same reaction” casper tells you, and you can tell he’s all of a sudden very nervous.

he kept picking at his fingers while avoiding eye contact.

“is everything alright?” you ask, scratching behind the calicos ears and the black one rubs against your legs.

“yeah, yeah, it’s just-“

“you can talk to me” you say, lightly elbowing him in the knee and moving to sit on the steps next to him.

“can i be honest with you?” he asks hesitantly and you nod.

“every time i see you.. i just.. all i can think about is when we kissed and it makes me nervous because we never talked about it and-“

“casper”

“i’m so sorry- listen, i can-“

“casper”

“no just listen to me!” he exclaims and you nod, putting your hands up in surrender.

“let me take you out” he blurts and you keep nodding, hiding a small smile behind your hand.

“yeah- okay” you answer, one of the kittens hopping up into your lap.

“cool” he coughs awkwardly, helping you stand, you now holding the kitten that hopped in your lap.

“i’ll uh.. i’ll text you” he finishes, bending down to hand you the other kitten.

you’re now holding the two small animals to your chest, them hiding their faces into your shirt.

“i’ll see you then” you say awkwardly, slowly backing up to get back home.

casper hums and waves to you shortly before heading back inside his house.

it was a very quick and awkward interaction, but you couldn’t think about that now, you had to get home.

~~~

they could be home any minute now.

it was almost noon, like they said and the damn cats wouldn’t stay put in the bathtub where you had wanted to hide them.

just until you could leave them alone at your place.

even though casper had fed them, you gave them little bowls of water and som salami.

cats can have salami right?

either way they loved it.

you figured out that they were both females, still not knowing what to name them.

you just called them ‘black cat’ and ‘the other one’

it’s a temporary arrangement, since you didn’t want them to be nameless forever.

you heard the door click open and you curse to yourself and you place the cats back in the bathtub, leaving the bathroom and slamming the door shut, making marc give you a weird look as the suit disappears from his body.

“what-“

“oh hey you’re back” you interrupt him and he raises an eyebrow.

“what’s in there?” he asks like he already knows what’s going on.

“nothing” you say too quickly and something hits the door, making it rattle from the other side.

you make a face, and marc walks towards you slowly. “tell me- did you bring home another animal?”

you shake your head. “she’s telling the truth” steven observed that you didn’t do your ‘tell’, since he would know if you were lying.

“..i brought home two” you mumble, marc sighing.

“open the door”

you make another face and open it, the two kittens rushing out to rub on marc’s legs.

“where did you even-“

“casper called me. his dad hates cats and there’s nobody to take care of them” you tell him, fiddling with your sleeve.

marc sighs and you can sense a switch, jake now slowly crouching down to pet the cats.

you stand there confused and crouch down as well, watching as the cats push each other to get more pets.

“can we keep them?” you ask and jake chuckles, looking to you.

“marc is shaking his head in the doorknob” he points it out and you groan.

“so that means yes” he says and you perk up.

“really?!” you exclaim and jake nods.

“you name one then” you suggest and jake tilts his head at the kittens, and ends up gently picking up the black one.

“this gato is…” he trails off, him and the cat having a staring contest. “luna”

the cat meows happily and jake smiles at it.

marc was watching the whole thing with wide eyes. he’d never since he met jake see him so soft for someone that isn’t you. who knew it would be for a cat?

“and the other?” steven starts. “what’s her name?”

“uhmmm..” you trail off.

“i have no idea”

you look behind jake, seeing movement and see harrow again, but this time only a flash, until what looked like an alligator appeared before leaving again.

you mistakenly let out a gasp, making jake look to you curiously. "are you okay, princesa?" he asks and you nod slowly, both of you standing up to guide the kittens to the kitchen.

~~~

after the calico glaring at you and everyone for suggesting ‘dumb’ names, you thought back to the nightmare while the kittens slept on the couch next to each other, you and steven on the floor.

“..steven?” you call out quietly and he hums looking to you.

“i uh.. had this weird dream last night” you start, steven looking at you with worry.

“be honest but do you think i’m.. crazy? as in padded room and straight jacket type of crazy?” you clarify and all three guys look at you wide eyed.

“oh heavens no!” steven exclaims.

“okay- and would you ever keep me somewhere against my will?“

“no” they all say in unison and nod.

“just had to make sure” you mumble, steven carefully reaching a hand out and wrapping it around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

“darling, you aren’t crazy” steven starts. “if you were, then we’d be insane” he jokes and you chuckle.

“three of us sharing a body” he begins again. “now that’s crazy” he chuckles with you.

“we love you but we would never keep you anywhere against your will either” marc says and you smile.

“thank you guys”

“it’s no problem, kid. we just want to make sure you’re comfortable” marc tells you and you smile again.

“i’m lucky to have you guys”

“damn right” jake mumbles and you make a face at his reflection in the coffee table in front of you.

you didn’t utter another word until you fell asleep again on steven, since it was late.

earlier you and the guys spent a lot of time getting the house ready for the kittens, and didn’t realize how late it was until you all sat down.

it was late already again, and your boys made sure they stayed up to chase away any other nightmares that dared to plague your mind.

they eventually did retire from that, opting to just let you sleep on them while they dozed off.

not a single dream entered your mind that night.

and jake was right, you are damn lucky.

lucky to have them.

oh and don’t forget the cats.

yep.

then too.

but mostly your boys, marc, steven, and jake.

no cat could compare to your grumpy dads, nothing could.

it was just your dads and you.

~~~

A/N : FIRST ID LIKE YOU ALL TO LEAVE SUGGESTIONS FOR THE CALICOS NAME!!! once i get some names, ill pick which ones i think would suit the cat, and then have another poll. LINK!!

sorry its a bit rushed in some places but here!! its very confusing so sorry about that too

this was actually a fun concept to work with, so i thank you guys for your very out of the box requests!! feel free to send in more, i love reading them <3

see you in a couple days!! <3 :)

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[felicitysmoaksx]

Idk if u write x reader but if u do could u pls do jay x reader for “you’re my favorite person in the whole world.”

Hi, anon! Thanks for the request. I slightly changed the line hope you don't mind. But I hope you enjoy my little drabble anyways!

Word Count: 708

Relationship: Jay Halstead x Female Reader

Summary: You and Jay had been dancing around each other since you decided to stay in Chicago. But after a rough case, Jay finally makes a move.

Warnings: None that I can see?

Molly’s was one of your favorite places to be in Chicago. It was the first place you stopped in after making the trip from Texas. Well, you didn’t exactly go from Texas straight to Chicago. You had decided you were in a rut in Texas and you had a lot of vacation time. So you thought maybe a cross-country road trip might help. But then you fell in love with the Windy City and it quickly became your last stop. 

Much to your parents’ dislike and dismay. Although that may just be you completely uprooted your life in the lone state to move to Chicago. But it just felt right.

Flash forward six months later and in that time you met Christopher Herrmann, who offered you a job as a  steady bartender when he found out you were staying.

“Come on,” you remember him saying, “I know you have a fancy degree in writing and that you’re an author. (You weren’t an author. Oh you aspired to be one, but right now you were merely a freelance editor) But it’d really be helping me out. You see, all of our bartenders tend to be firefighters, and being a firefighter bar, that isn’t a problem. But I would like to have at least one bartender who isn’t in the CFD. Plus, with the stories we could tell you, you’d have plenty of material for any book you would write.”

So you took the job and so far, had loved every minute of it. The only drawback was the phone call you had with your parents every other month about you moving back to the Lone Star state.

“Mom, Mom, Mom. Mom, please-I’m surrounded by firefighters, cops, and doctors every night. I’m friends with a good portion of those people. I’m probably a lot safer here in the city with the number of first responders I know than I would be back home…Mom, I can’t do this with you right now. I’m at work. Yeah, I’ll call you back later. Love you too.” 

“She still hasn’t come around huh?” You looked up at the voice to see Jay sitting on the barstool right in front of you now. You grin at him. (It’s only slightly sarcastic) You and the police detective have been dancing around your feelings for a little while now. Around here, your southern accent was always easy to hear. But you thickened it up a little bit with your next words. 

 “Detective Halstead, and here I was beginning to think that you forgot about little ole me because you haven’t been in here in a while.” 

Jay’s eyes fill with amusement. In one of your many flirtatious conversations, he mentioned how he found your Texan accent cute. 

“Sorry, undercover assignment. It ended yesterday. Thought I’d come see my favorite person in the whole world.”

You feel heat rush to your cheeks at his words. Neither of you has ever been so bold with each other. Sure you both hinted to each other. But it never went farther than that. You grabbed a beer and popped the top off, placing it in front of him. 

“Rough case?” You ask, leaning your elbows on the bar counter. 

“How’d you guess?”

“You’re flirting with me. But not like we usually do.” 

He took a swig of beer, and you watched as his neck bobbed with the movement. It was very distracting. Jay set the bottle down, “Well maybe this case opened my eyes to a few things.” 

“Oh yeah?” You asked hesitantly. 

He nodded, “Like maybe instead of dancing around each other, you and I should go on an actual date.”

Grinning, you teased him in a soft voice, “Why Detective Halstead are you trying to get fresh with me?” 

“As fresh as you can get with Scrabble,” He answered with a teasing smile and you raised your eyebrow at him. Jay chuckled, “An inside joke that I’m realizing I have with just myself now.” 

“Oh, scrabble is an euphemism. Well, let’s see you how you play Go Fish before we move on to Scrabble,” You laughed and you could swear that Jay’s blue eyes sparkled. 

“What are you doing tomorrow?” 

“I’m guessing playing Go Fish with you,” You laughed.

[justmissg]

Please please talk to me about Daxton. I read a few of your posts about how the complement each other in the best way, and that even though she hooked up with Ben, that doesn’t mean she won’t end up with Paxton. And I feel like you really see just how balanced they are, how far they’ve come.

There are so many small moments, I mean S3 Ep8 ALONE?! Like why did Paxton need to be there? Why did he need to tell her he broke up with Phoebe for someone who challenges him? Why would he need to go up to her room to find her? Like, there are so many moments where Paxton comes into play to either be there for Devi, or hype her up, or make her feel like she isn’t alone.

He understands her. She doesn’t push her to talk when she isn’t ready, and he doesn’t force his feelings on her. He just let’s her be her because he’s the only one that’s really gotten a window into her grief outside her bffs, her fam, and Dr. Ryan.

Idk man, I just…. Can’t get behind Ben and Devi because I see nothing between them except we were mean to each other and now we flirt meanly and somehow we like each other.

Hello!! Thank you so much for sending this to me. I'm sorry it took me so long to reply but work has been crazy and I wanted to take my time responding.

First of all, let me just say that I have been overanalyzing every single moment on the show and I honestly don't see how people were so quick to just dismiss the fact that Devi could end up with Paxton in the end. The show's creators have said how he's in the 4th season as much as in any other season. How they're gonna do that now that he's gone to college? Beats me. But they will find a way/plot/storyline to make it happen.

That being said, I seriously don't get how people have no faith in Devi and Paxton. I mean, he didn't break up with her because he didn't like her, he literally emphasized he liked her moments before ending things. He broke up with her because no matter how much he liked her, how much he chose her, how much he did for her, how much he did because of her, she still put him in a pedestal, and cared so much about the external factors in the relationship, which really shouldn't matter but they are teenagers so they have to go through that phase.

Now, AFTER they broke up, I think people forget that the breakup happened in February, and he started dating Zoe in October-ish, that is freaking 7-8 months! This was a guy who had never really properly dated ANYONE, stepped up to the game to be the nicest boyfriend ever, and was still looking out for her and her feelings! Like we get the sad/longing/jealous stare he gives her when she's dancing with Des, we get him comforting her at the reunion at her house, him realizing that he chose to go out with Phoebe because he didn't want complicated but realized complicated was actually worthy, 8 MONTHS AFTER. When anyone would've moved on.

I loved that even before he started dating her, when she was an ass to him, he still worried about her and was there for her. He's really always there for her. He's such a good friend to her, and with that nice friendship as a foundation, he was such a good boyfriend and even ex-boyfriend to her!

There's an interview somewhere that's just Darren and Jaren, and Darren says that he thinks Devi and Paxton make such a good couple because even though they are different they are there for each other and make each other better, whereas with Ben, while he gets that he loves her and stuff, they could drive each other to chaos because how similar and competitive they are. I honestly fail to see other than the longing stares and his occasional niceness, how can Ben and Devi work? Yes, they get each other because they are basically wired the same way, but in a relationship you need balance.

Devi and Paxton just make sense because they make each other better and balance each other out. It is as simple as that. They truly care about one another and they show it. Aside from any romantic feelings they might have, they are also really good friends. He literally thanked her in front of the whole damn school for making him something more than just a hot person, he opened his horizons to many new roads he didn't even think he could consider. Paxton, on the other hand, by breaking up with her, he made her explore her feelings and emotions, figure herself out, and give herself worth. As much as he liked her, he couldn't do that for her, it had to be done solely by her.

The show started with Devi liking Paxton, and threw Ben in the mix because of that thin line between love and hate, it is so easy for feelings to change when you already have an intense relationship with someone, and have done so for years. But I think that being so lonely makes Ben have those feelings, because he thinks Devi is the only one that gets him, but Ben really needs a Margo, who makes him a little bit more conscious about what he says and thinks, and makes him relax a little bit. Ben and Devi need someone to bring them down when they are flying to high or pull them up when they are feeling extra low.

I think the show is going to explore the relationship between Ben and Devi, and make them realize they work better as friends, and Devi will have gone through enough change and learning to a point when she see's herself worthy of the hot, nice, sweet, smart guy. Also, why is it that she would have to "settle" as JM put it in a voiceover on 2x01 when she gets home after spreading her dad's ashes? Why can't the nerdy, cute girl end up with the hot guy for once? Why do we have to be noble about finding worth on the equally nerdy guy when the hot guy is just as cure and nice and worthy, just because he's hot? Paxton's whole storyline is basically how he's more than just a hot guy, and she was the first one to see that! I hate that after that emotional talk between Nalini and Devi that she says Devi is enough and is not too much, I think Paxton see's that. He knows who she is, her "social status" which brings so much shame to Devi, her insecurities, and he still cares for her, he likes her for who she is. Honestly, I feel like they will end up together, I think it's the only thing that makes sense in my head. I rambled way too much I'm sorry but it was hard to put all the ideas in my head into coherent words, but I hope I made sense!

Also, anytime you want to chat hmu! I might take a little while to respond but I will respond :)

Again, thank you for asking! <3

[koushou]

i love it smmmm omg. the megumi fix is amazing it’s more than i asked for ❤️❤️ bro 6,9k is a blessing you don’t understand how glad it made me it’s so worth the wait. tumblr is so dry when it comes to anime fics and especially w megumi thank you for feeding me something other than the crumbs this website gives me. i don’t want to be too annoying but whenever you’re free if you could do a pt 2 cause that ending omg. i love it sm and i can’t thank you enough ❤️

pairing : megumi x f!reader [fluff]

warnings : slight makeout scene idk HAHA nothing too intense though (also not proofread because i wanted to get this posted as soon as i finished it)

wc : 3.5k

a/n : ur too sweet omg and im FINALLY back from procrastinating your request again anon… (i really apologize i don’t mean to take so long pls forgive me D: ) i hope this is what you wanted!!

pt. 1 (you don’t really have to read pt 1 to understand this part but i do recommend it)

loud chatter echoes through the large modern dining hall located on the second floor of the hotel.

“i’m… so full…” a certain pink haired male burps for the nth time as he still continues to stuff food into his mouth. gojo laughs at itadori’s passion for the hotel food, while doing the same as he takes a large bite of a pancake.

you chuckle, taking a sip of your drink and leaning back in your cushioned chair, already finished with your 3rd plate of breakfast. i mean, who could blame you? hotel breakfast food just hits a different type of way.

“so, spill all the juicy events that happened last night, i wanna know!” nobara nudges you excitedly, her eyes twinkling as she pulls her chair closer to yours.

rolling your eyes, you look away from the ginger female and pretend to not have heard her. accidentally, you were now faced towards megumi, sitting on the opposite side of you. your eyes met for a brief moment before you quickly turned away, breaking the awkward interaction.

“aww— c’mon, y/n! please—“

“nothing happened at all! and don’t think i forgot the way you ignored my knocks on your door yesterday,” you shot her a glare, earning a sheepish laugh in return.

“but... in the same bed..?”

you were about to retort back when gojo stands up and claps his hand over his stomach, which now seemed just… a few sizes bigger.

“alright! have we all finished our food? god, when did hotel food get so good— anyway, it’s time to pack our things and head back home!” your constantly enthusiastic teacher exclaims, as a waiter comes to collect your plates.

after thanking the waiter and paying the bill (poor gojo-sensei’s wallet), you all head back upstairs to drive back home.

a thick silence hangs over your room as you and megumi collect your items, not wanting to bring up any events from last night. finally ready to head out, you walk towards the door to open it until another hand reaches the handle at the same time.

you retract your hand quickly, while the other hand lingers in the air above the knob.

“oh— sorry, you can go first!” you gulp, backing up a bit so megumi can exit first.

he pauses for a second, twisting the knob until the door pulls open. you expected him to walk out, but he makes his way to the other side of you instead, still holding the door open.

you look over at him with a questioning look, receiving a slight shrug and a hint of a smirk.

“ladies first.”

why was his stupid face so handsome?

you shook your head at his teasing expression, making your way out the door to the carpeted hallway, him following close behind.

the others were already at the lobby waiting, their conversation becoming clearer as you reach them.

“what’s taking them both so long? you don’t think they’re too busy… y’know…” nobara’s usual cheerful voice carries her words to your ears, making you roll your eyes and spook her from being.

“boo.”

“i’m just sayin- oh my go—“ she frantically turns around, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing it was just you.

“you scared me!”

“what were we talking about?”

“nothing important! come on, we should get going!” nobara nudges gojo and itadori ahead, escaping you as she scurries out of the lobby.

you hear a yawn from behind you, a tuft of black hair moving past you as you suppress the urge to laugh at megumi’s already messy hairstyle, amplified by his morning bed hair.

finally, you were all seated back in gojo’s car, ready to drive back to the school so you all can head back to your own homes.

the ride back was full of gojo’s irritating voice singing along to songs playing from the car radio, itadori laughing along, and the rest of you too excited to leave the car.

“alright kids! we’re here, make sure to be safe on the way back home!”

gojo waves to all of you as you hop out of his car one by one, basking in the cool summer air for a few seconds.

“see you guys!”

itadori jogs away, heading in the direction of his own home, followed by megumi, then nobara, and lastly, you.

upon reaching your house, your mother welcomes you, asking about your day, if you had fun, and other typical mother questions.

you were telling her about your day when you suddenly recalled the hotel night events, and scurried away embarrassed upstairs to your room, leaving a very confused mom behind.

you flop down onto the bed, face down, wanting to get a good few minutes of quiet nap time in before your phone dings with a notification.

grunting, you pull your phone out from your pocket, swiping across the screen to check the message.

surprisingly, it was from megumi, eyebrows suspiciously raising as you open the text message from him. you two rarely texted unless it was about school or business-related, so you couldn’t think of anything he would need from you right now.

megumi : Hey.

megumi : I have your hair tie with me. You probably left it in my bag or something.

megumi : I’m coming over in 5 minutes.

you sat up abruptly, rereading his messages to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

you had been so caught up with his prior messages that you failed to register that he said he was going to be at your house in… 5 minutes.

hurriedly, you swiped to see what time he had sent that last message. 12:34 AM.

your eyes moved to the top of your phone screen, reading the current time. 12:37 AM.

almost falling out of bed scrambling to your room mirror, you checked your appearance to make sure you looked fine and your hair wasn’t messy and-

you paused.

“why am i so concerned about how i look? why do i care about this?”

you slapped your face with both hands, bringing yourself back to reality when you were interrupted again, but this time by your doorbell ringing from downstairs.

making your way out of your room, you saw that your mom had already opened the door with a familiar tall figure standing in the doorway.

“oh! megumi, it’s been a while!” your mom lets megumi in with a smile, already going to the kitchen to make him some tea.

he bows politely, sitting down on the couch, now changed into a loose white t-shirt with black shorts.

“uh- theres no need to make me tea, i won’t be here for too long—“

“nonsense! you can even stay for lunch, dear megumi! i just have to prepare the last dish and—“

you finally clear your throat, standing at the middle of the stairs, catching both of their attention.

“oh, y/n! i have to go out to the grocery store for some ingredients, take care of our guest megumi, alright?” she places two cups of tea on the table in front of megumi, grabbing her keys to head out.

“wait, mom—“

she sends you a wink by the door, already outside before you can finish your sentence.

you sigh in defeat, sitting across from megumi on the other couch.

“here.”

megumi pulls out a black hair tie from his pocket, almost identical to the one currently around your wrist.

you raise your eyebrows in suspicion at the hair tie. “but i only have one? and i didn’t bring any extra yesterday..?” you motion to your own arm.

he looks back and forth between your wrist and the one he had in his hand, scratching his head in confusion.

“it was in our hotel room, so i assumed it was yours.” he shrugs, placing it on the table. “but if it isn’t, i can just throw it away.”

you hum, taking a sip of the tea your mom prepared as he does the same, cringing as the still hot tea burns his tongue.

“pfft…”

he glares at you, placing the cup down as his eyes scan around your living room, taking in the decorations.

“i’ll just keep it then, it seems new.” you take the forgotten hair tie on the table, and wear it around your wrist, now decorated with two black hair ties.

he nods, sitting back against the couch, silence falling between you both.

a question suddenly popped up in your mind, your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“you came all the way here… just to give me a hair tie?”

the question seems to set him a little nervous, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact as he fidgets in his seat.

“well— i figured i’d return it to you before i forgot,” he shrugs, reaching out to take another sip of his tea before pulling back quickly again at the heat.

you nod slowly, still unconvinced with his answer. who goes all the way to someone’s house to return a hair tie?

“okay then, see you on monday?” you get up, ready to send him back off.

his head snaps up, still not moving in his seat as he opens his mouth slowly, as if unsure of how to respond.

“um- i thought your mom said i could stay…for lunch…?”

he averts his eyes, pink dusting his pale cheeks as he looks away. your mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape as you recall your mom’s words and those were - in fact what she had said.

it wasn’t that you were against him staying for lunch, but you two weren’t even friends or remotely close at that. rivals would even suit you both better than friends.

“but if you want i can, uh, leave now,” he starts to stand, looking uncomfortable in his position across from you.

it was then that you remembered megumi’s background, that his mother had left early at birth, plus his father wasn’t exactly present.

you couldn’t imagine living without your parents, and how lonely he must be without true family.

“no! i mean, that’s not what i meant, you can stay.” you sputter out before he gets the wrong idea.

his eyes seem to light up at your words, nodding before sitting back down on his previous spot on the couch.

you glance over at the time on your phone, it had been around 7 minutes after your mom had left.

the tension was thick in the room, and just when you thought you were about to explode from the awkwardness, he finally breaks the silence.

“do you… play that?”

you turn to where his eyes are placed on, seeing your black xbox console laying on top of a cabinet, having been untouched for a while.

“oh that? yeah, occasionally, why?”

you hear a snicker from beside you, snapping your head to find his lips curled into a teasing grin.

“oh, i just didn’t think a nerd like you would play games.”

you raise your eyebrows at his words. “you sure about that? it doesn’t seem like you’re very good at games either, megumi.” you make sure to stretch out each three syllables of his name to tease him further.

he huffs while leaning back, still maintaining intense eye contact with you, almost challenging each other to say something back.

“how about this, whoever wins against the other gets to make them do whatever they want. no matter what it is.” he nods over to the console, tilting his head as he waits for your response.

you chuckle, standing up to take the console, fiddling with it for a moment before turning back to him.

“alright, just don’t cry when you lose too much, okay?”

he shrugs, smirking as he looks around the living room for the other console, making you remember something.

“oh, the other console plus a TV is in my room, wanna just play there?”

he stiffens suddenly, before nodding slowly and following you upstairs to your room.

reaching the door, you suddenly stop, making megumi grunt and come to a stop, almost crashing into you.

“uh - wait here.”

you open the door just enough to slip inside, quickly gathering some of your belongings and cleaning as much as you could, to at least make your room seem presentable.

“okay!” you open the door for megumi, who makes no move to enter at first.

“...”

“you can come in.”

“... is this okay?”

you cock your head, not understanding his question.

“your mom isn’t home.”

“...so?”

“we’re alone.”

“and?”

“i’m… going into your room.”

“what is your point?” you began to grow frustrated at this conversation. then, it hit you all of a sudden.

“ahh, megumi? have you never been in a girl’s room alone before?” you snicker, shaking your head from laughter.

he starts to protest, before quickly closing his mouth and finally entering your room.

you connect the two consoles into your TV in your room, sitting down on the edge of your bed as you load up the games on the screen.

“you can sit here if you want,” you pat the empty spot next to you, to which he carefully sits down on, taking one console from your hand.

“ready?”

he nods, as you start the game.

-- --

“what--?!”

you throw your hands up in frustration, groaning as you flop backwards on the bed.

“i told you, you can’t beat me.” megumi chuckles, dodging a stuffed bear you threw in his direction.

you huffed, sitting back up, determined to beat him at least once.

“one last rematch!”

he lets out a laugh, a rare one that you think you might just never forget, and starts the game again.

after a few minutes of intense clicking, yelling and laughing, you let out a proud shout, the word victory flashing across your screen.

you pick up another stuffed animal from your bed and toss it straight at megumi’s face, celebrating as he lets out an ‘oof’ and glare back at you.

“but i still won around, 7 times, so i get to make you do something- oof-” he stumbles back again from another stuffed animal to the face.

“hmm? i don’t know what you’re talking about--” you pretend to not have heard him before your vision goes momentarily black from a soft object hitting your face, a pink bear landing in your lap.

“hey!”

“what, you keep throwing them at me!”

“fine…”

“hey, why are you getting so close--!”

you tackle megumi backwards onto the bed, throwing your pillows at his face -- not very gently -- as he tries to shield his arms in vain.

“ahh—! okay, okay, i’m sorry, stop it—“ he huffs as you finally stops your attack, his dark blue orbs looking up into yours.

you only now noticed your close proximity, quickly sitting back up to create some distance between the both of you. he clears his throat, fiddling with one of your pillows.

“well, a loss is a loss, what do i have to do?” you sigh, admitting your defeat.

“hmm…” he seems to be lost in deep thought, probably trying to find the worst thing he can make you do.

after a few silent, intense seconds, he finally speaks.

“are you… free tomorrow?”

you turn to him, giving him a questioning look at his strange question. he only stares back at you in response, awaiting your answer.

“um… yeah, i’m free the whole day, why do you as-“

“come watch a movie with me tomorrow.” he blurts out quickly, not even letting you finish your sentence.

you gape at him, still processing his words, unsure if you had heard wrong.

“... sorry?”

his face was reddenning by the second, yet his eyes remained firmly on yours the whole time.

“let’s go watch the new movie in the theater. i heard it’s quite popular already despite releasing only last week.”

“oh… okay, i can ask nobara if she wants to com-“

“don’t!” he says a little too loudly, clearing his throat after as he regains his composure.

“i mean, i- just, you.”

“just.. us?”

he nods.

silence fell again between the two of you, unsure if he was asking you what you thought he was asking you. you decide to test the waters cautiously.

“man.. it’s almost like you’re asking me out on a date, megumi?” you tease lightly, expecting a ‘tch’ or an, ‘as if’.

“so what if i am?”

now that was an answer you weren’t expecting.

“you’re.. joking, right?”

megumi sighs, moving closer until his body was mere centimeters away from yours.

“i’m serious.”

“do you... like me or something?”

he stares at you blankly. “would i ask you on a date if i didn’t have feelings for you, idiot?”

you only just realize how stupid your question sounded, trying to find a response until he reaches up to cup your cheek with one hand.

they felt soft, yet slightly gruff from constant training and fighting, large enough to cover one half of your face. they were warm, slightly trembling probably from nervousness, yet made you wish he’d never take it off.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to. we can forget this ever happened.” his own cheeks turning slightly pink, yours probably even worse as the space between your faces closed in slowly.

“but i don't think i can do this anymore, so just let me be a little selfish this once, okay?”

barely registering his words before he moves in to kiss you, soft lips moving against the other as his hand tightens against the side of your cheek. you barely register your own actions anymore, hands reaching up to tangle themselves in his hair, moving down to his neck, and finally finding home cupped around his face.

he groans against your lips, pressing you down until he was now hovering above you, never breaking the kiss even once in the process. you lost track of how long you both had been making out in your bed before you hear the front door open from downstairs.

frantically, the both of you separated in fear of your mom catching you in the act, catching your breaths while still processing what just happened.

you hear shuffling from downstairs, standing up to escape megumi before you were pulled back into a warm chest.

“wait—“ his arms wrap around you to trap you from leaving his grasp, your eyes looking everywhere but his, and suddenly your wall was the most interesting thing in sight.

“are we… really going to pretend that didn’t happen?” you finally gather the courage to look him in the face, almost melting at the soft pout set on his (now slightly redder than before) lips.

“ilikeyoutoo.” you get out quickly before you lose the chance to say it again.

he stiffens against you, eyes lighting up almost like an excited puppy receiving treats. “you like me? i didn’t hear you, so can you say it again?”

you huff, trying to wriggle your way out of his arms, only resulting in him pulling you closer to sit on his lap. he presses his forehead to yours, chuckling at your futile attempt to escape.

“i said— i like you—!” you ram your head into his, making him groan in pain, loosening his hold on you. the perfect chance for escape.

you saw the opportunity, dashing to the door, twisting the knob, almost getting it open until—

“nope,” megumi’s hand stops the door in time, instead twisting you around until your back was now flat against the wood, both of his palms placed beside your head.

“y/n? megumi?” your mom’s voice calls from downstairs, but all you could hear was your heartbeat thumping loudly in your chest.

“megumi! move, my mom’s home,” you place your hands on his chest, trying to push him away to no avail.

he grabs your pushing hand and places it on the left side of his chest, letting you feel the soft but fast thumping of his heart, almost matching the pace of your own.

“this is all your fault. you’re not gonna take responsibility for it?” he inches closer to your burning face, making you huff and grab his face.

you press your lips to his, feeling him immediately return the kiss, but you pull away after a few seconds, leaving him still trying to kiss you again.

“nope, my mom’s home, and i’m hungry.”

you open the door, seeing your mom begin to set the table with plates of food downstairs. you look back at megumi, who still looked sad after getting his kiss cut short.

sighing, you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together before pulling him down the stairs.

“come on, it’s time for lunch. you’ll get more later.”

you feel him perk up, giving your hand a squeeze as he follows close behind.

you steal a glance at your wrist, still wearing both the hair ties. good thing he hadn’t noticed you stuffing one into his bag this morning.

[dadsbongos]

the lov beach episode hori's too scared to give us

Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia Dynamic: League of Villains/Reader (Platonic) Warnings: uhh idk actually, dabi's kinda horny ig, i don't usually include this as a warning but swearing (there's quite a bit of it), feminine pronouns Summary: this is just 1860 words of me shutting my eyes, plugging my ears and ignoring the current state of the manga (: (beach episode type beat) ~~~

Pulling the large sun hat tighter on her head, (Y/n) looks over as her leader strolls up to the van Spinner had stolen earlier in the day. She quirks a brow at the man, putting a gentle hand over his handheld and pushing it down when he doesn’t notice her, “That’s what you’re wearing?”

Tomura huffs and steps back, narrowed eyes focusing on his black jeans and hoodie, “What’s it to you?”

“You’re wearing a hoodie in this heat, first of all, and also - it says ‘12 year old in gaming mode’, you’re asking to get bullied.”

“Yeah, well,” he grumbles as he tries to find an insult for the woman before resigning himself to mumble out a, “you look like you raided a college chick’s closet” while returning to his game.

“I think she looks great!” Twice piped up from inside the large van before yelling once again, “Absolutely hideous!”

Dabi nodded slightly from his window seat, pulling the strings of his hood so as few inches of his face as possible were showing, “I agree with him.”

“Which part?” (Y/n) crossed her arms, shooting the man a glare.

“Yep.”

“Dickface,” she hissed, reaching up to swat at Dabi’s arm through the rolled down window before turning to climb into the van, “A dickface who is also wearing a black hoodie in this heat. You two are actual nutjobs.”

“Van’s got AC,” Dabi shrugged off her concerns, still not even looking her way as she settled into the seat between him and Twice, “Didn’t know you cared so much, doll. Pretty sweet of you.”

“If you pass out from a heat stroke, I’m not the one taking you to the hospital,” she leaned over into the midrow seats of the van to glare at Tomura as he sat down, “That goes for you, too.”

“I’m not the one with a fire Quirk.”

“Just get Himiko some blood and she’ll take ‘em in all disguised! Let them die!” Twice pitched in with his own ideas, earning a shoulder pat from the woman.

“Good ideas, big guy, I like them.”

“Rude ass,” Dabi kicks at (Y/n)’s leg.

“I’m your boss, if you let me die you’re fucked.”

“Nobody’s dying on this trip, what the fuck are you guys talking about?” Spinner already appeared exasperated with the group and he’d barely been in the car for a second.

Compress got into the passenger seat as Spinner buckled into the driver’s side, he looked around before noticing an absence, “Where’s Toga?”

Suddenly, the door to Tomura’s seat is lugged open with a force, an overly excited blond teenager jumping over her boss and into the open seat beside him.

“You could’ve just gotten in on the other side,” Tomura clenches a fist to keep himself from slapping Himiko’s arm and causing a deathly accident.

“I didn’t know which side you were sitting on, so I just guessed!” Himiko giggles as Spinner starts the car.

“Asshole,” Tomura shakes his head, “This trip is pointless.”

“Kurogiri wants us to bond and stop fighting all the time,” Compress cuts in, “That’s why I’m in charge.”

“We’re adults- " (Y/n) interrupts herself, “Dabi, roll up the window, we’re pulling out of the safe zone.”

Dabi merely keeps his eyes closed behind his sunglasses and presses his head back against the neck rest of his seat.

“Roll up the window.”

“God, these winds are fuckin’ noisy, huh?”

“I hear ya, man!” Twice shouts before shaking his head, “Dabi, be nice to (Y/n). She’s your elder.”

“By a fucking year! Man, fuck you, Dabi,” the woman reaches over and presses the button to roll up the window herself, “Motion sickness or not, you don’t get to be a douche.”

“It’s actually exactly what it means, doll. Sorry to burst your bubble.”

“Stop calling me doll.”

“Ugh,” he grins at his own upcoming remark, “the princess makes a harsh demand.”

“I’m this close,” she pats his chest to make sure he opens his eyes before holding her index finger and thumb nearly pinched together in front of his face, “to beating your ass.”

“Here,” he reaches up and takes her fingers and clenches them together, “now you have to. As soon as we get to the beach, you have to fight me or else you’re a coward and a liar.”

(Y/n) grits her teeth and snaps her eyes shut, “I’m gonna lose it,” she leans into Twice’s side and looks up at him, smiling at the slightest hint of a concerned look behind his mask, “How’ve you been, big guy?”

“Perfectly fine!” he shakes his head before whispering, “I didn’t piss before we left and now I regret it.”

“Aw, want Spinner to pull over?”

“I think he’ll crash the car if I ask.”

“He’d be killing himself too, so I don’t think he’d be too cool with that.”

Twice quiets down as he notices the woman’s eyes beginning to flutter shut with drowsiness. Then, a sense of guilt beats at him as he sees the serene expression crossing his friend’s face. So calm and sweet - he truly adored his friend, and he wanted to do right by her. So, leaning down, he murmurs, “Sorry for calling you old.”

(Y/n)’s eyes dart open and immediately find Twice, she raises a brow at the man and shakes her head as her eyes slowly begin closing again, “I… it’s fine, dude, don’t worry about it.”

Dabi, as usual, is quick to jump into a conversation that was never his, “Old lady tempers, gotta be careful around them.”

“I swear to fucking God, Dabi!”

“What? What do you swear?”

“Shut the hell up!” Spinner snapped at children in the back seat, “You’re distracting me, loud asses.”

“Dabi started it!”

“I’m ending it!”

“Stop yelling,” Tomura commanded the group, carefully stuffing his handheld into his large front hoodie pocket and resting his head back, “I’m going to sleep and if I get woken up, I’ll kill you all.”

None of them believed him - not at all - but out of an odd respect for their leader’s need for rest, they stayed relatively silent as he slept. Murmurs and whispers being the loudest volume of their voices as Tomura snoozed in the van.

Eventually, Spinner came to the reserved spot on the beach that Kurogiri definitely didn’t hire people to kill civilians over. Himiko leaned over and gently shook Tomura awake as Compress popped the trunk to the van. (Y/n) shifted toward Dabi to ensure he was also awake and starting to feel less queasy before getting out of the middle seat so he and Twice could exit.

“Alright, there’s changing rooms…” Compress trailed off, looking around before sighing, “Nowhere in sight.”

“I’m already fine,” (Y/n) waved off, grabbing towels and an umbrella from Spinner, “You guys can take turns changing in the van while I set shit up.”

“I call first!” Himiko cheered, excitedly bouncing back into the van as the men all walked off to provide the teenager the privacy and distance she needed.

(Y/n) did as she’d said and began laying down towels and propping up parasols in the sand to provide shade. As more and more of her friends collected themselves along the beach, she spotted her almighty leader once again making a fashion mistake.

Bright, neon green and orange striped swim trunks hung over his hips and he didn’t avoid the woman’s stare. She purses her lips, “Who the hell goes clothes shopping for you? They shouldn’t be making executive decisions like this.”

Tomura shrugs, “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?! Shigaraki, you have to be fucking with me.”

“I’m not,” he sits down on a towel under the parasol’s shade and returns to his gaming, “It’s probably Kurogiri but it isn’t like I ask him.”

“Holy shit. You’re an actual man-child.”

“Oh no, what gave me away?” he sarcastically whines, rolling his eyes at her.

“You being shameless about it is slightly worse…”

“(Y/n)!” Himiko cheerily calls, “Come join me in volleyball!”

“Is Twice playing?”

The blond looks over to the man in question and nods in approval.

“Are Quirks allowed?”

Another nod.

(Y/n) pats Compress’ shoulder, “I’ll let you take this game.”

Dabi comes up from behind while Spinner serves the ball on the beach, he’s removed his hoodie and now only rests in loose shorts that come to his knees and a white shirt. He scratches the back of his head in an uncharacteristically unnerved manner, “Not swimmin’?”

He earns a small shrug in response from the woman, “I’m not all too committed to the idea. At least not now.”

Nodding slowly, Dabi sits down at the edge of the towel unoccupied by Tomura and begins pulling at the fraying threads.

Sighing to herself, (Y/n) is slightly ashamed at how easily her heart softens upon noticing how uncomfortable Dabi seems. He doesn’t usually show as much skin as he is - which isn’t much - and he doesn’t usually throw himself into events where he’d be forced to interact with the others. He feels naked on the beach and he’d rather be dead than continue to suffer this embarrassment. And so, a body comes down onto the towel with his.

“Want company, misery?”

“Baking to death in the sun couldn’t get worse, even if it’s with you,” Dabi leaned back to rest against the woman’s legs.

“Wow,” (Y/n) fauxly gasped, sarcasm ripe in her words, “You being sweet? I never thought I’d never see the day.”

“Right? Thought I’d be dead by now,” his head tips back even more to lay it’s full weight on her legs, “You’re comfortable to rest on, old lady.”

“I’m gonna beat the shit out of you.”

“You still owe him an ass-beating from the car ride,” Tomura jumped in, a snarky smile on his lips as he spoke.

“I’m starting to think you won’t actually beat my ass,” Dabi grins smugly, “Like me too much.”

“I would destroy you in a fight, Dabi.”

“Hm, well, until you stop being a pussy and actually fight me, doesn’t sound like that’s the truth.”

“I swear to- " (Y/n) loudly huffs and cuts herself off before groaning, Dabi- "

“I’m no God,” Dabi paused to wink like the cheap bastard he is, “Unless you want me to be.”

Before the woman can respond, there’s a “heads up!” shouted by Himiko and a volleyball is hurtling towards the arguing duo. Tomura immediately leans over, not quite paying attention and sticks a hand out to block the ball, accidentally decaying it in the process. The leader comes to a stand and tosses up his hands, “What the shit, Toga?”

“Man,” the teenager whined, stomping her foot in the sand, “you destroyed the ball.”

“You almost destroyed (Y/n)’s face!” Tomura's voice quiets and softens to avoid upsetting the young girl over a mistake, “There’s probably another ball in the trunk.”

“I said ‘heads up’,” Himiko rolled her eyes, sending Twice off to find the spare volleyball in question.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, “Oh, so all better, then?”

“Exactly!”

“No! That’s not how that works, Toga!”

Dabi snickered at the back-and-forth before giving a mock dreamy sigh, “Ahh, the sound of Kurogiri’s bonding plan working perfectly.”

[prettybard]

So I’ve watched a ton of reactions to ofmd (indulging the ones mentioned in your post) because I was really curious to see how people responded to a show like this and I’ve observed some THINGS

• People generally don’t like/aren’t sold by ep 1 (crazy to me since it’s one of my faves and I was hooked instantly but it). Even people that liked it don’t seem to get the tone just from one ep.

• People always end up having a favorite crew member. Very fun to see who they end up gravitating towards

• Most people believe Black Pete’s stories at first/think they will be proven right later

•Most people don’t pay attention to Jim’s pronouns unless they are already aware that they are nb/are told by commenter that they are nb

• A lot of the little jokes and clever moments and line deliveries kinda go over a lot of peoples heads

• Queer people love Stede, straight people have to warm up to him

• Most people credit Taika for this show/most straight people heard about it because of his connection to it

• I’ve only seen one person previously unfamiliar with the foot touch in ep 8 notice it

• Everyone loves Lucius

• Hardly anyone notices how romantic the moonlight scene in ep 5 is (and of course the ones who pick up on it are the gays)

• This show reads much better for gay people. Like of course, but it’s interesting to actually watch the differences in reaction to a lot of moments. I mostly like to watch people who aren’t familiar with the show at all and I like to keep the mix of people (straight, queer, poc, white etc.) diverse so that I can see how people with different backgrounds respond. Queer people 100% of the time are feeling those themes and narratives.

• Everyone always loses their shit when Karl dies

• No one ever talks about how fun Geraldo is and that’s wild to me. Loved his character so much.

• End of ep 3/ep 4 is what usually hooks people

• Most people, including the straights, actually do see the kiss coming but there are a few who are still shocked

• People want to fuck Blackbeard and Jim but what else is new

• A surprising amount of people “predict” that Ed isn’t going to kill Stede because they’re going to end up friends. Like…..yeah. He’s the main character. Idk. They kinda set that up for you.

• A lot of Ed’s vulnerable moments go overlooked

• Most people can’t believe Ed leaves the dock and freak the hell out when he goes back to being Blackbeard. Very fun reactions to those things.

• Not many people point out Izzy’s attraction to Blackbeard

All this information may be completely useless but it’s really fun to observe how people respond to this show. OFMD is UNDOUBTEDLY a show for the gays but I love that by the end most straight people also highly praise and recommend the show.

omg anon i love you and im gonna try to respond to most of the points bc im v happy i got this message.

it genuinely made me so sad when ppl weren't that into the first episode, its so perfect and very easily shows the found family shit thats about to happen.

ik a lot of new people dont know about jims pronouns but by fucking god does it make me uncomfortable when ppl immediately use she/her pronouns for them,, but im glad that ppl start using it when commenters tell them abt jim.

OMG YEAH SO MANY LITTLE JOKES GO OVER PPLS HEADS AND IM JUST SCREAMING AT MY SCREEN TELLING THEM TO APPRECIATE IT ASKFJS,,, the scene where stedes like "no this is it,, thats it." THE FUCJING LINE DELIVERY ON THAT IS PERFECT BUT LIKE NO ONE MENTIONED IT

stede is for the gays,, only we can fully understand that little fucker

no bc it made me so mad that not many people credited david jenkins properly,, like its his show?!?!?!

everyone should love lucius,, hes perfect in every way

GOD I WOULD GET SO SAD WHEN MOST PPL JUST SKIMMED BY THE MOONLIGHT SCENE,, AND I DON'T THINK ILL EVER FORGET "nice , theyre friends now" HUH?!??!??!?!

i think alot of straight people just dont care, like most of the youtubers ive seen react to the show, mostly just care about the comedy and if its entertaining. it kinda shocking to me seeing ppl just act normally about the show and not completely dissect it and every single theme they can find

ahhh omg yeah idk how ppl can look at the bathtub scene with ed and just go "aww thats sad" and just dismiss it?!?! that scene changed my brain chemistry and ruined me,, ed vulnerable moments were my favorite and i really wanted more people to talk about that

oh man i feel like i can go on a whole ass rant about ed becoming the kraken,, like people say it doesn't make sense but if you just think about it for 2 fucking seconds you can see that it v much makes complete sense to his character,, hes just trying to protect himself

i like pointing out izzy's atrraction for blackbeard bc its fucking hilarious how pathetic he is for a man that barely even cared abt him and doesn't even exist (hes in love with the idea of blackbeard and but not ed)

anyways this was incredibly fun to respond to, anon!! pls send me more shit if you want <33

[babyboibucky]

Don’t You Worry (Your Pretty Little Head)

Pairing: Guitarist!Bucky x Reader

Summary: You agree to spend twelve hours with Bucky whom you just met.

Word Count: 9.1k

Warnings: THE LENGTH lmfao, soft smut??? Nothing vulgar and it’s sorta implied

A/N: I am honestly nervous about posting this piece because idk, aside from it being fucking long, I was never satisfied with how this was written lmfao. I literally rewrote this like idk 5 times??? And the fact that I made a mood board for a oneshot lmfao only means I poured my heart out into this shit and I’m really hoping y’all would enjoy this as much as my other works 🥺

MAIN MASTERLIST

Your idea of a fun Friday night involved your couch and Netflix playing in the background as you scrolled through your phone with a glass of wine in hand. This was your definition of pure bliss, something that Wanda violently opposed to.

So here you were, seated in the front of a music bar while Wanda’s favorite band played.

“See? This isn’t so bad, right? Better than wallowing in your apartment alone.” She teased as she leaned over to you, needing to amp up the volume of her voice so you can hear her.

“The fact that we can’t even hear each other properly makes wallowing alone sound so much better.” You told her, not even bothering to repeat yourself when she didn’t understand what you said over the loud music playing.

Her favorite band introduced their last song for the night and as they did, you checked your phone for the time. It was barely past ten in the evening and you were already dying to get home. You’ll bid goodbye after this, you promised yourself. Just one last song and you’re out. Before the band could even finish their last song, you’d already decided on what pizza to order and which wine to bring out.

That was until the next band came up on stage to prepare for their performance. You were leaning over Wanda already, about to tell her that you were heading home, when one particular guy caught your eye. Something that Wanda noticed when she saw you gawking at the stage.

“Oh my god. He’s definitely your type.” Wanda said when her eyes landed on the bassist.

He had dirty blonde hair and a clean-shaven face that looked a little too innocent for someone to be in a rock band. Your exact type— one with the boy next door appeal, someone you’d want to bring home to introduce to your parents. Wanda was so sure you were crushing on the bassist but as soon as he followed your line of sight, she almost choked on her own spit.

You weren’t eyeing the bassist, instead, you were completely focused on the lead guitarist. You were so enamored by this guy that you failed to notice Wanda gushing over the fact that you were enamored by someone who was the complete opposite of your type.

It was the lead guitarist who caught your attention. The one with long hair tied into a low, messy man bun, his stray locks framing his perfectly chiseled face. It wasn’t only the hair that made you look at him, it was also his left arm— it was covered entirely with tattoos. And then he started playing the guitar and good god, his fingers were something else.

It was rare for you to have certain thoughts, the kind that would make you sweat in church. And thank fuck for Wanda finally snapping you out of your filthy trance because if she hadn’t, you would’ve seriously drowned in your not so pure thoughts.

“I can’t believe you’re attracted to that guy. This makes me so excited, honestly.” Wanda squealed.

“Huh?” You played dumb of course. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Wanda snorted out loud, “I just witnessed you drool over the guitarist for a good five minutes. Stop denying.” She said.

You rolled your eyes, “Maybe I did. And so what? It’s not like I’m gonna act on it.”

“You have to fuck him.” Wanda casually suggested, making you choke on your drink.

You weren’t a prude but you didn’t like the idea of hooking up with people, most especially strangers. You weren’t going to lie though, it did cross your mind. Obviously, the way his fingers moved on his guitar really threw your brain down the gutter. Sure, you might have wondered what it’d be like to have those fingers on you but again, would you act on it? Hell no.

“It’s just one night. Live a little, come on. And you getting attracted to someone like him? That’s once in a blue moon, all the more you need to bring him home.” Wanda said.

“One night stands don’t really work well for me and you know that. The first time I tried that was also the last time because I ended up getting attached. And how did that end? Terrible. So no, thank you. Never again.” You told Wanda.

Fortunately, Wanda stopped bugging you about fucking the guitarist. It wasn’t really a big deal, it was nothing but a moment of admiration. You were hell-bent on going home anyway, well, maybe after his band finishes their first song. Besides, he wouldn’t notice you so why bother staying?

“Oh my god, he’s looking at you!” Wanda almost screamed, slapping at your arm until you turned to the stage.

And holy fuck. He was really looking at you. Why though? You even looked behind you to make sure it was you he was staring at and when you turned back at him, he smirked and threw a wink at your way.

“You know what, I think I’m gonna head home.” You said, not knowing how to act.

Wanda pulled you back down when you stood up, “Oh no, honey. No one’s going home this early.” She said. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint him, would you?” She quickly added, tipping her head towards the stage.

When you looked up at the guitarist, he was still looking at you as he played. This time, he was actually pouting, as if pleading for you to stay. You quickly avoided his gaze and although it was dimly lit in the bar, you still bowed your head to hide the blush creeping up to your face.

You managed to survive the entire setlist of the band despite the flirty smiles and winks that the guitarist gave you. Wanda was ecstatic about it, it made you wonder if she was actually the one crushing on the guy. As soon as the last song was done, you excused yourself and hurried into the bathroom to compose yourself.

It was the first time that you experienced such attraction towards a guy like him. You always went with the good boys, so why were you so drawn to this guy who looked nothing but trouble? You were in denial, this was totally out of your comfort zone so you shook the thoughts away and promised yourself (again) that you’d head home this time. For real.

“There you are.”

You gasped out loud when you stepped out of the bathroom, quickly colliding against a solid chest when you heard his voice. It was low yet gentle, soft-spoken but sinful.

“I’m sorry?” You sputtered out, bowing down your head to avoid the lead guitarist’s gaze.

“I thought you left already.” He said. “I’m Bucky, by the way.” He introduced, extending his left arm for a handshake.

Your eyes landed on his tattooed arm, despite the ink covering it all up you could actually see his veins.

“And I’m going home.” You quickly shook Bucky’s hand, ignoring the electricity that ran through your veins and brushed past him, eyes scanning the bar for Wanda.

Bucky jogged ahead of you, blocking your way and chuckling to himself. “Don’t I at least get a name?” He asked.

You were internally screaming, but you managed to mention your name just so he would leave you alone. Sure, he was hot and he was actually flirting with you. But your fear of the unknown outweighed your attraction. You weren’t ready to step out of your comfort zone. Yet.

Bucky trailed behind you as you looked for Wanda, cursing to yourself when you couldn’t spot her anywhere. You took out your phone and called her immediately.

“Wanda? Where are you?” You hiss into the phone.

Bucky watched you with amusement and it was making you uncomfortable. He was just staring at you with a grin on his handsome face. And now, you just discovered that Wanda left you.

“What?! But why?! You’re my ride home! Come back and pick me up!” You exclaim into the phone, unable to believe that Wanda just ditched you.

“You can’t— hello? Wanda? Hello?” You groaned in frustration when your friend ended the call.

“I’d love to offer you a ride home but it’s too early, so how ‘bout I just buy you a drink?” Bucky asked, flashing you a charming smile that made your knees weak.

Part of you wanted to give in and just say, fuck it, let Bucky do whatever he wants with you. The reasonable part of your brain though, highly opposed to this and pulled on the alarms. This guy probably just wants to get you into his bed and although it doesn’t sound that bad, you worried more for what could happen afterwards. You weren’t ready for a repeat of the past. You were too emotional, you had too many strings and they get attached way too quickly.

“No, thank you.” You told Bucky and headed outside the bar, deciding to book an Uber instead.

Bucky was persevering though and followed you out, blocking your way into the sidewalk and snatching your phone away.

“Hey, give me my phone back!” You exclaimed.

“The night is young, c’mon. Why are you so aloof anyway?” Bucky asked.

“Because I don’t know you?” You responded.

Bucky chuckled, “Have you ever heard about making friends? I mean, pretty much everyone you meet starts off as a stranger. And it’s not like I’m a serial killer or anything. I’m not gonna rob you but I most certainly won’t give you your phone back until I convince you to stay a while.” He said and god, he was too charming for your own good.

He made a good point about making friends. You couldn’t even remember the last time you made a new one. Bucky could see the gears in your head working as you stared at him, cheeks flushed and lips parted in deep thought.

“So, what do you say? Stay a while? Keep me company. It’ll be fun.” Bucky insisted.

“Why me?” You blurted out.

It wasn’t that you were insecure, but you were way too different from Bucky. You didn’t seem like his type, but then again, he wasn’t your type either. Until the moment you saw him on stage.

“Why not?” Bucky responded as if he couldn’t believe you just asked him that question.

“Do you ask that every time someone flirts with you? Besides, it’s not everyday that someone like you stared at me like that.” He teased.

Fuck, so he noticed you drooling over him. Quick! Think of a way out, you told yourself.

“Someone like me? What did you mean by that?” You asked, sounding offended.

Bucky’s eyes widened and shook his head, “I didn’t mean for it to sound like it’s a bad thing. I mean, you come in here wearing a chiffon blouse and a pencil skirt and expect me not to notice? I’m actually flattered that a girl, no...a woman...was ogling me. Definitely piqued my interest.” He explained.

That was a compliment, right? The sirens in your head grew louder at the way Bucky was easily throwing you compliments. He must be used to flirting his way into women’s panties, huh? 

“I wasn’t ogling you.” You defended even though you were, looking away from his eyes.

“Sure, you weren’t.” Bucky teased. “Loosen up, will ya? When was the last time you had fun anyway?” He asked.

“Depends on your definition of fun.” You retorted.

“You know what I mean.” Bucky sighed.

“Well, my idea of fun doesn’t involve a guitarist getting me into his bed for a one night stand.” You blurted out, mindlessly.

Bucky made a face and clutched his chest, “Ouch. You went hard on that judgment, I’m not gonna lie, that kinda stings.”

Okay, now you felt bad for jumping to conclusions. Bucky did look like he was hurt from your brash statement. Fuck, he probably thought you were one of those stereotypical bitches! It wasn’t entirely your fault, right? You were just being careful. Were you? Or was it purely overthinking? Your brain was moving all too fast but Bucky quickly distracted you when he took your hand and placed your phone back onto your palm.

“You know, I think I get it why you said that and I honestly can’t blame you. A band dude flirts with you just like that, understandable why you thought that I wanted to get into your pants.” He explained much to your relief.

“I’m sorry, it was tasteless for me to judge you like that.” You quickly apologized, genuinely feeling like a terrible person.

Bucky smiled at you, “Nah, you had every right. I’m sorry if I was too forward but I do really want to spend some time to get to know you. So how about a little proposal?”

There was a glint in Bucky’s eyes that made your heart flutter and your brain go into overdrive. You knew it was a bad idea to give in to Bucky. Someone as charming as him might really be up to no good. Sure, you felt bad for judging him based on his looks. But something in your gut tells you that he was trouble.

“What proposal?” You asked curiously.

“Spend the next twelve hours with me.” Bucky suggested.

You frowned, “What?”

Bucky took your phone again, but only to check the time. “It’s a little past eleven now, I promise you’ll be home before noon tomorrow. Come with me, let loose for once and let’s spend the entire night together. Twelve hours, that’s it.” He said excitedly.

“And I don’t mean have sex with me.” Bucky explained immediately.  “We’ll just hang out, it’s a wholesome proposal. But if you do want to have sex with me, I’m not gonna turn that down. I’m just saying, it’s not my motive but I won’t be saying no to it either.” He reassured.

You felt hot all of a sudden at how Bucky casually talked about having sex with you. It made you feel feverish and for someone who wasn’t really a sexual person, it made you feel like you were about to commit a major sin just by listening to Bucky talk like that.

Bucky beamed at you cutely, waiting for your response and honestly, with how his doe eyes were looking at you like that, was it even possible to say no? Despite the continuous alarms in your head and your inner prude begging you to stay within the confines of your comfort zone, you decided to do something for a change.

So you said yes.

You were spending the next twelve hours with Bucky and you could only hope that you wouldn’t regret it.

-

The night started off slow, thankfully, with Bucky ushering you back into the bar for a couple of drinks. You had to remind yourself to still be alert for any red flags that might show up sooner or later. You knew you were being a bit paranoid, but to hell, it would be better that way than to make mistakes tonight.

“Where do you work?” Bucky asked before calling the waiter.

“I work at a bank.” You told him.

The waiter arrived and took your orders, a tall glass of mojito for you and a rum and coke for Bucky. He asked you a couple more things, where you graduated, your hobbies and what you often did during your weekends. All of which you had pretty boring responses to. Bucky listened though and he didn’t seem bored too, what a relief.

“Are you really sure about spending twelve hours just like this?” You asked, taking another sip from your second glass of mojito.

Bucky snickered, “We won’t be talking the entire night, did you really think I’d ask for your twelve hours just to talk?” He asked.

“What are you planning then?” You asked nervously.

Bucky offered you an amused smile, “Nothing illegal so stop worrying, pretty lady. I can see the gears in your head turning.” He said and leaned forward to smoothen out the crease in between your brows with his thumb.

“Come on, time to have fun.” He said and got up, offering you his hand.

You haven’t even recovered from how gentle Bucky was when he touched your forehead. And now here he was, standing over you with his tattooed arm extended, waiting for you to take his hand.

“I don’t bite.” He stated.

Letting out a sigh, you finished up your drink and stood up, slipping your hand into Bucky’s. He smiled at you, lifting your hand up to his face and pressing a kiss on it before winking.

“See? I told you, I don’t bite.”

You cleared your throat and pursed your lips, biting back a smile as Bucky tugged you as he walked out of the bar, keeping your hand in his the entire time. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all?

“Here.” Bucky said, handing you over his helmet.

It was then that you realized that he was about to give you a ride. On his motorcycle. The sirens in your head went off once again, bringing you back to your usual tensed state.

“Oh, no. Look, I know I said yes to your proposal but I’m not going to ride on that.” You disagreed and took a step back.

Bucky looked disappointed but shrugged anyway, placing the helmet back on the bike. “Fine. I’ll let you off this time, just because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Come with me.” He said and took your hand in his again as the both of you went back inside the bar.

He brought you towards the booth where the rest of his band were staying at. They all looked at you with smirks on their faces when Bucky introduced you to them.

“That’s Nat, our vocalist. Sam here is our drummer and Steve the bassist.” He said.

You gave them a polite smile and a quick wave. Bucky threw his keys over at Steve, who was supposed to be your type. Wanda thought so and you were just weirded out that you happen to be drawn towards Bucky instead.

“Hey punk, switch your car for my bike? Just for tonight.” Bucky said.

Steve looked so done with his request but shook his head in defeat as he fished his keys out of his pocket. He pointed at Bucky threateningly, “Don’t mess up my car, jerk. You know what I mean by that.” He said before throwing his own keys over at Bucky who caught it with ease.

“I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you. Thanks, pal!” Bucky bid goodbyes and pulled you again before you could even say your own goodbyes to his bandmates.

Now, you were inside Steve’s car with Bucky and you were nervous as fuck. Although you did find it considerate of Bucky to borrow his friend’s car to make things comfortable for you. You were going to admit that, but it made your heart flutter. You mentally snorted at yourself because fuck, the bar is set pretty low alright.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Bucky asked, noticing how you tensed up all of a sudden.

“Do we have rules?” You asked.

“This night is all about letting loose and the first thing you thought of are rules?” Bucky laughed.

“I’m about to spend the next twelve hours with a complete stranger, of course I’d be worried! What if—“

“Okay, calm down!” Bucky said, turning in his seat to face you, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“If it’ll make you less tense then fine, I’ll come up with rules. Number one is to stop worrying.” Bucky said, rubbing your arms up and down and you were supposed to feel uncomfortable with the intimacy but you didn’t.

There was no malice to it and it made you panic all the more because ugh, Bucky was making you all soft and vulnerable around him. You could hear Wanda inside your head, commanding you to just calm down and go with the flow. You took in a deep breath and composed yourself.

“You gotta learn to trust people. I promise you, we won’t be getting in any trouble. I’ll take good care of you.” Bucky said, letting your arms go and tipping your chin so you’d look at him.

“Rule two, no what ifs. Just focus on the present, okay? If you keep worrying about what could happen, you’ll miss out on the now. Trust me, you wouldn’t want that.” Something about the change in Bucky’s eyes when he said that made you curious.

He was on to something, like he really meant it. You wanted to ask him about it, hell, you should start asking him for more information. If he wanted to get to know you better then you should attempt to do the same to him too.

“Last rule is to just enjoy. Like I said, I won’t let anything bad happen to you. You trust me now?” Bucky asked with hopeful eyes.

The alarms in your head still kept going, but as you gazed back at Bucky, the softer they were becoming. You could feel yourself start to give in and you know what? It actually doesn’t sound so bad anymore. Maybe this would help with your attachment issues? This will probably teach you how to have fun with no attachments. Take things for what they are and just enjoy.

“Hey, will you trust me?” Bucky asked again.

“Yeah, yeah I will.”

-

1:15AM

Bucky took you to a hole in the wall open mic bar. It was a small place and everyone there seemed to know each other. And when Bucky arrived, everyone just greeted him and welcomed you there.

“You seem pretty popular here.” You told him as he led you to one of the seats near the makeshift stage.

“I spend a lot of time here.” He said and called over the guy by the bar.

“Hey Happy! Wanna introduce you to a special friend.” He said. The man approached your table and greeted you with a smile.

“Must be really special, you never bring anyone here.” Happy said, making you blush uncontrollably.

Bucky bit his lip as he turned to you, “Do you sing?” He asked.

You quickly shook your head, “Oh god, no. I don’t have the talent.” You said.

Happy chuckled, “That wouldn’t be a problem, trust me.” He reassured.

Bucky lifted an eyebrow at you, “Wanna go up there and sing with me?”

“Bucky, no.” You laughed, shaking your head. “I’m not doing that.”

“Come on, no one’s gonna judge you. Let loose, remember? And if anyone here laughs at you, I’ll be the first to punch them in the face.” He promised.

You thought for a while, keeping your eyes on Bucky. Fuck this. You called Happy and requested for a shot of tequila.

“That’s my girl! Just needs a little bit of liquid courage, huh?”

You snorted, “Oh that’s not for me. That’s for you. You’re gonna need it if you’ll be hearing me sing.”

You never performed in front of a crowd, well, back in high school maybe for some school plays. But hell, you were never the center of attention and whenever you had to be, you always experienced a panic attack. But now being on stage with Bucky behind you, playing the guitar as you sang (screeched actually), you’d never felt more alive and relaxed. True enough, no one cared about how off tune you were. In fact, you got a lot of cheers from the crowd.

2:45AM

“You hungry?” Bucky asked.

You couldn’t believe it, you’ve been singing on stage the entire time at the bar. You’d like to believe that it was probably the alcohol running in your veins, but you weren’t that drunk. Tipsy, maybe but definitely not drunk. It was fun, you were surprised at how much you enjoyed singing with Bucky and everybody else. You made a couple of new friends aside from Happy, talked to them and even exchanged numbers with a few. This was the most sociable you’ve ever been.

“I could use some carbs right now.” You laughed, wiping off the sweat on your forehead.

Bucky reached out to fix your hair, moving away the sweaty strands sticking onto your cheeks and tucking them behind your ear. He flashed you that oh so charming smile again and good god, Bucky was truly something else.

“Let’s get you something to eat.” He said.

Bucky drove to a 24-hour food truck somewhere. It was close to 3am but you didn’t feel exhausted, which was shocking given that you’ve been dying to go home a few hours ago before meeting Bucky and agreeing to go on an escapade with him. You could already hear Wanda squealing over the phone once you tell her everything.

The both of you ordered some soft tacos and sat on one of the benches beside the food truck.

“Enjoying so far?” Bucky asked with interest.

You nodded enthusiastically, your mouth full of food as you devoured your tacos. “Very much.” You admitted.

Bucky’s eyes crinkled as he laughed along with you, obviously pleased that you were enjoying yourself. Not long ago, twelve hours seemed a bit too long. Now, they felt too short. You could feel your brain begin to overthink what would happen once the the twelve hours are over, but you quickly shook them away and followed Bucky’s advice to focus on the present.

The two of you continued to talk as you ate. You discovered that Bucky and his bandmates go way back and that they’ve been performing since their days at the university. You also found out that Bucky’s last relationship ended six years ago and that he hasn’t dated anyone since then. You found out a lot of things about Bucky, most of which were far from your first impressions.

“Why’d your friend leave you at the bar?” Bucky asked, taking out a cigarette and putting it in his mouth.

You watched him with hazy eyes as he lighted the cigarette, puffing out a thin line of smoke with ease. You were always drawn to Bucky’s fingers and initially, it was because of the impure thoughts they made you think about. But more than that, they were the gentlest you’d ever seen.

“Probably to get me to have fun.” You responded, looking away timidly when Bucky noticed you staring at his hands.

“She’s gonna be very proud of you after this.” He said.

You nodded and breathed out a chuckle, “Oh, for sure.” You said before turning to Bucky. “Can I try?” You asked, motioning towards his cigarette.

“I haven’t smoked. Ever.” You admitted.

Bucky grinned and passed you the cigarette. “Go on.” He urged and kept his eyes on you as you brought the cigarette up to your lips.

The way Bucky watched you was intimidating in the sense that it felt intimate. It wasn’t like he was eye-fucking you or anything, his eyes were just too...expressive? They held a certain softness to them, a bit of sadness too when you look at it closely. They were the bluest, most beautiful color you’ve seen and they were captivating.

You ended up in a coughing fit from that first drag. Bucky chuckled and took the cigarette from your hand, patting your back as you continued to cough.

“Definitely not for me.” You frowned and took a sip from your iced tea.

“At least you tried. I’m proud of you.” Bucky said, the gentle pats on your back slowing down until his hand remained still.

“You good?” He asked again, sliding his hand lower until he reached the small of your back, but not low enough to make you uncomfortable.

You nodded, “What else is up in your sleeve?” You asked with interest.

“Well, I really wanted to take you on a ride on my bike but I guess that’s for next time.” Bucky confessed.

“Next time?” You asked and you tried not to be hopeful.

“Yeah, next time. We’ll do that next time.” Bucky said and he sounded so sure that you began to worry.

Will there really be a next time? At this point, Bucky could read you like an open book because he chuckled and pressed his thumb against the crease on your forehead again.

“You’re doing it again, whatever you’re worrying about just forget it for now.” He said, soothing out your crease before pinching your nose.

You scrunched your nose making Bucky lightly laugh. He checked the time on his phone and let out a sigh.

3:43AM

“Can I bring you back to my place?”

-

If you told Wanda that you ended up in Bucky’s place, she would freak out and ask for all the details. But no, you didn’t come home with Bucky for that reason. As he promised, it wasn’t his motive to get you into his bed and he seemed to be genuine about it.

Bucky lived in a small studio-type loft. It wasn’t the penthouse kind with the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city. It was simple and minimalistic, with just a few pieces of furniture. What Bucky owned were a couple of guitars— different kinds of them, and an electric keyboard.

“It’s not much and I don’t even have a bed frame, I hope you won’t judge me for that.” Bucky said, scratching his neck as he led you inside.

“No, not at all. It’s very cozy in here, actually.” You said, looking around and taking in your surroundings.

Bucky had a lot of indoor plants, you definitely didn’t think of him as a plant guy. As you let your eyes wander, something white zoomed past your vision. A cat.

Bucky also owned a cat.

“This is Alpine.” Bucky said, picking up the feline and carrying it onto his shoulder.

As if Bucky and his plants didn’t make him attractive enough, he really had to own a white cat. You could feel yourself internally screaming about how you haven’t been seeing any red flags. If any, you’ve been seeing green flags pop out every now and then that it was pretty alarming. Strangely, the sirens in your head died down as if they’ve given up on warning you.

Or maybe, there was really nothing to warn about Bucky.

The cat purred and nuzzled its nose into Bucky’s neck and you couldn’t believe that you got jealous for a brief second. Oh, to be cat against Bucky’s chest.

“Feel free to look around, I’ll get you water.” He said, bringing Alpine with him into the kitchen.

You walked around his place and observed the surroundings. He was very organized, more than you actually. You could hear Bucky talk to Alpine and it was the most adorable thing you’d ever seen.

A couple of picture frames that sat on Bucky’s bedside table caught your eye. They were photos of him with his mom you assumed, and three more girls.

“Those are my mom and younger sisters.” Bucky said, appearing behind you with a glass of water.

You thanked him as you took the glass and sat down on his bed, “Where are they?” You asked before drinking.

Alpine jumped into your lap and purred, making Bucky laugh with delight as he sat next to you. His parents were back in his hometown together with his sisters. Bucky told you everything about his family and how close he was to his sisters, how they were supportive of him when he decided to become a musician. Then Bucky went on to showcase his guitar collection, telling you the lovely stories behind each of them. You could see how passionate Bucky was for his craft and it was a wonderful thing to witness. You were envious how Bucky pursued his passion, how he took huge risks to get to where he was now.

“And this is my favorite one.” Bucky said, taking a black electric guitar with him as he went back to sit down next to you.

“First one I bought with my own money. It’s old and doesn’t sound as nice as my newer ones, but I love it.” He said and started plucking at the strings.

Alpine hopped off from your lap and went to sleep onto his tiny little bed beside Bucky’s couch. You focused on Bucky’s fingers as he played the guitar. It took you back to the moment you saw him onstage, how those fingers made you wonder about certain things. They moved gracefully against the cords, plucking with ease producing the most wonderful music. You really needed to snap out of your filthy thoughts.

Bucky played the guitar for you, singing some lyrics once in a while. You noticed his tattoos again and stared a bit longer, trying to decipher each design wrapped around his arm. Some were huge, some intricate more than the rest. They were all of different designs but molded together so perfectly.

You had to admit, you didn’t find tattoos attractive before. But on Bucky, it looked like a masterpiece. He himself, was a piece of art with his chiseled jawline and steel blue eyes that made you feel at home.

“I’ve been meaning to ask...” you softly trailed.

Bucky hummed in response, his attention focused on his guitar as he continued to play.

“Your tattoos, do they mean something?” You asked.

“I got them to cover up the scars from an accident.” Bucky looked up at you.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.” You quickly apologized.

Bucky smiled reassuringly, “It’s fine. It was a turning point for me.” He said, setting his guitar aside.

“It really puts things into perspective you know. I crashed my bike one night, I wasn’t drunk, mind you.” He chuckled. “It was pretty bad, my left arm suffered the most. I almost got decapitated but here I am. I got scars all over, really ugly scars so I had them covered up with a tattoo sleeve.” Bucky explained, extending his left arm and looking at it.

“For a while, I wasn’t able to play music. And I hated every second of it. Hated seeing the scars on my arm and how they reminded me of the accident. But you learn to live with it. At least I did, I learned to turn the negative into something positive.”

Now that he said that, you could actually see some of the scars beneath the ink. Bucky shrugged and continued with his story.

“The doctors said I was lucky that I didn’t die. Living my second life now, I realized that I gotta make the most out of it. Focus on the present and enjoy what comes your way. Take risks. Do what scares you.” He explained and now you understood.

You understood why Bucky appeared to be so laid-back and carefree, why he doesn’t worry a lot about the future. He almost lost his life so now he was living it to the fullest. He was living in the present, enjoying every second of it.

“Every time I see my tattoos, I get reminded of my second chance at life and how I shouldn’t waste it.” He said.

Bucky saw the look in your face, how guilty you looked from judging him right away. He took your chin in between his thumb and index finger, tipping it up to make you look at him.

“So when I noticed that bored pretty office girl in the audience checking me out, I didn’t waste the opportunity to get to know her. See where it goes, who knows if I’d still be alive tomorrow but at least I shoot my shot.” He said, making you chuckle.

Everything went still in that moment, your usually noisy mind included. Time seemed to have stopped as you gazed into Bucky’s eyes. Biting your lip, you gave in and totally let down your walls.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Bucky asked, doing the same thing with his thumb, soothing the crease in between your brows.

This time, he didn’t take his hand back and allowed it to rest against your cheek before sliding down to your jaw and neck. His thumb began to caress the spot beneath your ear, waiting for you to respond to his question.

What Bucky got was more than just a simple response.

“Fuck it.” You whispered before pressing your lips onto Bucky’s.

All your life you played it safe— from your college course to your choice of career. You weren’t one to take risks either and whenever you needed to, they were always calculated. You did things carefully, making sure that you’d get the results you were expecting to save you from disappointment. The unknown scared you and so does uncertainty. You liked staying in your comfort zone but as much as you’ve been denying it, it was starting to get boring.

You also said you weren’t one to entertain a stranger, let alone hook-up with one. But then Bucky comes along with his long hair and tattooed arm, looking like trouble but bringing you none. You’d think that he just wanted to get into your pants but as he showered you with gentle kisses and feathery touches, you realized that Bucky might be different and that he was so much more than just the hot lead guitarist of a band.

Bucky’s calloused fingers perfectly contrasted the smooth expanse of your skin. They felt rough but remained gentle as they moved along your chest, as they danced along your back, as they stroked your inner walls. And his lips, they were tender and soft; they whispered nothing but promises and praises against your ear as your bodies moved in unison.

His eyes remained on you, taking all of your nakedness in, literally and figuratively. He watched you closely, with those blue eyes of his that always made you blush. Bucky’s eyes were truly mesmerizing, no matter how much you wanted to look away from embarrassment, you couldn’t. You felt trapped in those eyes, and you never want to leave.

And his left arm— you could feel the ridges of his scars as you let your hands feel his skin. But they weren’t ugly, didn’t feel weird against the pads of your fingers. His arm offered nothing but warmth and support when you reached your high and came crashing down. His arms caught you and protected you, his embrace was reassuring and it made you feel safe.

5:58AM

The city was quiet and the sun was barely up. Alpine was still curled up on his bed, sleeping. You were exhausted but satisfied and comfortable as you laid on your stomach, head turned and facing Bucky as you listened to him talk.

He was talking about his band’s first performance in college, laughing when he said that he almost threw up from being so nervous. Bucky had the softest voice in the wee hours of dawn, you loved listening to him. Lucky you, Bucky had been talking about anything and everything until the dark skies began to change its hues. He shared his dreams and his secrets and you admired him more and more.

“You should come to our rehearsals.” He suggested, letting a hand trace patterns on your bare back.

“Sounds nice.” You yawned, blinking your eyes in an attempt to keep them open.

“What do you want for brunch?” Bucky asked, almost mumbling from being half-asleep.

You hummed, “By the time we wake up, it might be close to dinner.” You joked.

“Breakfast food is way better during dinner. Want me to cook for you?” Bucky said before yawning.

Your eyes were lidded as you took in Bucky’s form. He was laying beside you, long hair messed up and lips swollen pink from kissing. He looked unreal as a sliver of sunlight managed to peek through his curtains, embracing his body with its warm glow. The sun was now fully up, witnessing the tender aftermath of your intimacy with Bucky as he reached out to brush his knuckle along your cheekbone.

“I’m surprised you can cook.” You said softly, close to falling asleep.

“I’m pretty good at it.” Bucky chuckled before leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“I’ll cook for you when we wake up.” 

Bucky’s soft lips against yours was the last thing you felt before sleep took over.

-

12:24PM

A soft purr paired with soft paws on his face stirred Bucky awake. He groaned at Alpine when she meowed right into his face. Must be feeding time, he thought.

Bucky gently moved Alpine aside and turned, only to be met by a cold, empty space beside him. He sat up on the bed and rubbed his eyes before quickly scanning his apartment for you.

You were gone.

And judging by the cold sheets on your side of the bed, you’d left hours ago. Bucky sighed in disappointment as he got up, putting on his boxers and quickly checking the bathroom. He hoped you’d be there, but you weren’t.

You didn’t even leave a note.

Bucky ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He wanted to cook for you, really. He wanted to bring you to his band’s rehearsals, maybe even write a song for you.

He wanted more than twelve hours with you.

-

Wanda had been on your ass for days now. When you told her about your twelve hours with Bucky, she was happy and proud. By the time you got to the end of it, she was fuming and was close to actually physically hurting you.

She wouldn’t stop bugging you about it, demanding you to at least look Bucky up on Facebook or Instagram. Wanda believed that what you and Bucky shared that night was special, something real and not just a one-time thing.

You woke up that morning, feeling sore but happy. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach when you opened your eyes to the sight of Bucky sleeping peacefully beside you. He seemed to be dreaming, his brows creased and lips pursed.

Reaching out, you did what Bucky kept on doing to you whenever you were worrying. You pressed your thumb against his forehead, soothing out the crease as gentle as you could so as not to wake him up. Bucky stirred in his sleep and unconsciously took your hand in his, pressing a kiss onto your palm before falling back into his slumber.

And that’s when it started; the alarms in your head went off and they were the loudest they’ve ever been. You were almost deafened by it, your logic drowning beneath your panicked thoughts as you got up from bed. You dressed up in a hurry, grabbing your things and phone to book yourself a ride home. Alpine woke up and ran over to your legs, purring as if begging you not to go.

You refused to look back and went straight for the door.

One and a half week later, here you were still feeling like the most terrible person on the entire planet. You had searched for Bucky online, of course. You just didn’t tell Wanda that but it was the first thing that you did upon going home. There were instances when you were tempted to send him a DM, or add him up on Facebook but you never did. 

That one night with Bucky changed everything, it changed you. You immediately filed for a resignation, realizing that you were no longer happy working for the bank. It was a spur of the moment decision but you knew it was the right one. You didn’t even know where to apply next or what career to pursue. But you weren’t worried like you had expected to be.

Bucky taught you to take risks, to not fear the unknown because things will eventually fall into place. You felt good though, that you were slowly learning to step out of your comfort zone. But something was amiss and you knew what it was. Or who it was.

You just weren’t ready to admit it yet.

-

It was around nine in the evening when you went to the grocery store for a last minute shopping decision. Wanda was coming over for a movie night and apparently, you didn’t have any snacks left.

Finishing your list, you turned at the corner of an aisle and collided with somebody. Your apology died on your tongue when you looked up to see a familiar face.

Steve.

“Hi.” You softly greeted, wondering if he would even remember you.

He frowned at you and you were surprised that he remembered you and actually knew about that night.

“Why’d you leave Bucky just like that?” He asked right away.

You swallowed and avoided his gaze, “It was...it’s not a big deal. It was a one-time thing anyway.” You lied through your teeth.

Steve scoffed, “It didn’t seem like a one-time thing when Bucky came to our rehearsals the next day feeling bummed out.” He explained and sighed afterwards, shaking his head.

“Look, I’m in no position to interfere. I don’t know you and why you did that so who am I to judge? But I know Bucky. He isn’t what you think he is.” Steve said.

“I know.” You whispered.

“Then why’d you leave?” Steve asked again but didn’t wait for a response.

“Bucky may come off a little too strong, he’s straightforward and passionate. He gives it his all and that night with you...he gave everything. He was really hurt when you left.”

You were unable to speak because fuck, you messed up big time. You didn’t know that Bucky was going to feel that way when you left. You got scared and ran away even when there was nothing to be afraid of. Steve must have noticed your guilt and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“We’re playing tonight at the music bar. You have the chance to make things right.” Steve said and offered you a small smile before leaving.

You stood in the grocery store while in deep thoughts. Again, your mind was all kinds of messed up and your thoughts were fighting for dominance. There were sirens going on and off and fuck, it was all driving you insane. Your heart began to race when you felt an impending sense of doom wash over you. You were panicking and you were fighting so hard to calm your nerves.

And then you remembered Bucky that night and how he was quick to silence your brain with a simple yet comforting gesture.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

A thumb on your forehead to soothe your worries. Those steel blue eyes providing you comfort, and that charming smile that never failed to reassure you.

You quickly called Wanda.

“Movie night is cancelled!”

-

The dimly lit music bar welcomed you with a sense of familiarity. It had been more than a week since your encounter with Bucky and yet it felt like it was only yesterday.

Smiling to yourself, you remembered how tensed you were when Bucky first approached you. You were so defensive, you had your walls built up high but Bucky managed to bring them down. It didn’t even take him the full twelve hours to do so.

The music bar was full with no vacant spot near the stage. The current band just finished their song and was preparing to exit. You squeezed your way to the front, ignoring the complaints of people you slightly pushed away. A familiar voice greeted the crowd a good evening before introducing their band.

Your breath hitched when you spotted Bucky onstage. His hair was down and he was sporting a little bit of scruff. You watched him play his guitar but something was different. He wasn’t as passionate as he used to be, like he wasn’t focused. He almost looked like he didn’t want to be there. And his eyes, they were empty and void of any emotion. No mischievous glint in them, no nothing.

It broke your heart seeing Bucky like this, especially that you knew you were the reason for it.

It took a while for Bucky to look up and scan the crowd and when he finally did, his eyes immediately met yours.

Just like the first time, you felt your face heat up from the eye contact. Bucky was surprised to see you, you saw how his eyes widened at the sight of you. He was quick to recover though, he looked away and focused on playing the guitar instead.

As soon as his band exited the stage, you wasted no time to approach them. Steve greeted you with a nod before calling for Nat and Sam, asking for them accompany him to the bar to give you some privacy. Bucky refused to look at you as he gathered his stuff, preparing to leave.

“Can we talk?” You asked.

“I’m heading home.” Bucky curtly responded and brushed past you.

The tables have turned with you walking ahead of him to block his way.

“The night is young, stay a while and keep me company?” You used his line and Bucky was having none of it.

He scoffed and shook his head, “I’m surprised you remembered what I said. I mean, after you just disappeared I assumed you’d completely forgotten about that night.”

“I didn’t.” You told him. “Can we please talk?” You pleaded.

Bucky ran a hand through his hair, “I don’t know, I really wanna go home.” He said.

Your hands balled into fists at your sides, “Give me twelve minutes.” You offered.

“Just twelve minutes of your time. Please, Bucky.”

-

The two of you stepped outside the bar for some silence. Bucky walked over to his bike, leaning against it as he looked at you coldly. Those eyes used to gaze at you with warmth, but now they were blank and cold.

“Time is ticking.” He said when you kept mum.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disappear like that.” You said, looking down at your feet.

How else were you going to say your piece? You had practiced your speech on the way to the bar and now that Bucky was in front of you, you couldn’t even look at him from shame.

Bucky scoffed, “You asked me for twelve minutes and that’s all you’re gonna say? You’re sorry? Just that?” He bitterly chuckled, running a hand over his scruff.

“If you didn’t mean it then why did you leave? You left me without any warning. I honestly thought there was something between us. After everything that happened, how could you just walk away like that? You led me on, didn’t you?” Bucky angrily asked.

“I didn’t! I swear, I didn’t but I got scared!” You admitted.

“Scared of what?” He asked. “Scared of me? Because I’m not the kind of guy you usually go for? You really couldn’t get rid of that first impression, huh?” He said and turned around.

“That’s not the reason why. Everything scared me because that night was something else. You were too good to be true, Bucky! That’s what scared me!” You told him.

Bucky turned around, his brows creased, “What?”

When you woke up that morning, everything seemed perfect. The past twelve hours you had spent with Bucky were wonderful and you loved every second of it. You enjoyed too much and the thought of it being a one-time thing really broke your heart.

You had attachment issues and you thought that giving in to Bucky would help you learn to enjoy things as they were. But it didn’t and made it even worse because you got attached, so fucking attached.

“I couldn’t bear the thought of ending those twelve hours with a permanent goodbye so I left. You suddenly talked about next time and tomorrow and it was...it was overwhelming for me. My fear got the best of me because that night was too good. You were too good.”

Bucky’s expression softened after hearing your side. Now you felt stupid for overthinking things. It was selfish on your part to assume that those twelve hours meant nothing to Bucky.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized softly. “That night meant everything to me, Bucky. I just wasn’t ready to find out whether it meant the same to you.” You confessed with a sigh.

Bucky stayed quiet after your confession. You could feel your bile rising, you wanted to throw up. Hell, you wanted to just faint and forget about everything. If Bucky wouldn’t give you a second chance, you’d understand him. You did a pretty shitty thing to him anyway.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

You lifted your gaze upon hearing that line. Bucky’s eyes had their warmth back and his expression was no longer stoic. He pushed himself away from his bike and approached you, reaching out to soothe the crease on your forehead.

“It’s not everyday that I find myself in the company of a stranger who made me feel things. I’ve always been a traditional one, I take things slow and I’ve been very careful. When I felt something during those twelve hours, I was caught off guard. I never felt so strongly for someone I just met and it was all new to me and I panicked.” You confessed.

“You were out of my comfort zone and I didn’t know how to handle it. I didn’t mean to disappear like that, Bucky.”

You were met with pure silence after your admission. When you looked up at Bucky, you couldn’t read his expression. Thinking that he wasn’t buying your explanation, you let out a bitter chuckle and shrugged.

“I guess that’s it. Twelve minutes. No more no less. I just wanted you to know that, Bucky. And I’m really, really sorry.” You said and slowly backed away, ready to leave.

“Hey.” Bucky called out, approaching you.

“If I asked you to spend the next twelve hours with me again, where would you go after?” He asked.

Was this a test? You didn’t know how to respond and Bucky seemed to have caught up on that and let out a breathy chuckle.

“Will you stay until the morning this time?” He asked. “‘Cause I was pretty disappointed when I woke up to an empty bed. I had our brunch planned out, you know?”

The mischievous glint in Bucky’s eyes was back. You bit back a smile when Bucky cradled your head into his palm, thumb circling the skin on your neck.

You timidly nodded, tilting your head up to meet Bucky’s lips in a searing kiss that promised you another twelve hours together. And more.

“No more running off in the morning.”

-

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