#but when they’re together she’s definitely the ringleader

[autumnblooms]

I don’t know much about them yet, but I know they’re both goobers

[evakuality]

4 years of Druck s3 - week 3

Things of note in this episode:

1.  I know everyone says that there’s no ‘call your girlfriend’ scene in this version, but I would argue that this part operates as this moment for Matteo.  Is it the same?  Nope - it’s definitely not as charged and heightened as the moment Isak and Even share, but in this context Matteo is convinced they’re both with their respective girlfriends as David tumbles into the room with his arm around Laura and Sara is all over him and suggesting they’re going to sleep together later.  To Isak that was cool and sexy: a private moment between the two of them when they were with their girlfriends and which suggested a clandestine bond.  To Matteo it’s about the divide between them as they each embrace their ‘girlfriends’ (as he doesn’t yet know that Laura is David’s sister).  So no they don’t operate the same, but in both moments our central character experiences something that’s connected to the two girls with each of them.

2.  I’m still not over the way this group railroaded Matteo into having this party.  Kiki is of course the ringleader but they all jump on board with her.  And the thing is, Matteo lost as soon as he started to make excuses as to why he couldn’t hold it.  ‘I don’t want to’ is a perfectly fine answer, but hey I get it.  I always try to justify why I can’t do something as well.  But it still bugs me that they didn’t take his no for an answer.  Still, at least he made use of the moment to invite David to come along.  Good work there, Matteo!

3.  As a hard core Matteo fan, I generally do try to justify his actions but honestly, this right here was an asshole moment.  Probably his biggest one.  She’s unhappy and vulnerable and she even tells him that if they’re together she wants him to be all-in, so he really could have said ‘I’m not feeling it’ and walked away but he chose to string her along and that was a shitty thing to do and imo does justify her anger later when he dumps her.  Still, her posts about this were really awkward.  Sara, honey, this is an unhealthy relationship for you and your comment about rather fighting with him than being with someone else should be a real red flag.  You’re not happy, child!!!!  Cut him loose!

4.  I do love how he keeps coming back to this post but is always embarrassed if someone catches him with it.  In this case, even himself.  He looks away from the phone just after this as if he’s doing something wrong.  It’s such a normal ‘I have a crush’ way to behave and I love that it’s this that pushes him to look up the movie David mentioned earlier.  This picture is starting to become not enough and so he starts trying to find other ways to get close to David.

5.  There’s nothing more to be said here, but I can’t let this episode go without saying how much I love this part of this scene.  Everything comes together so well: acting, lighting, music, framing etc etc and this moment where he realises that weed isn’t helping his anxiety is quite powerful.  I just really love this scene and I’ll never stop saying how great it is!!

6.  Last but not least, the almost kiss of course.  I love david here - it’s immediately after he tells Matteo that Laura is his sister and it’s such an expression of ‘can we get this into your stupid head???’ like he’s very fond (of course: David is very much into this guy) but he’s so intent on getting ‘I like YOU’ into Matteo’s head.  After this, of course, they start the slow approach to letting each other know that they very definitely do want to kiss each other, but right now David isn’t quite sure.  Of course, Matteo is about to tear up at that news, which is something of a big hint :D

[shadowlorddemon]

Remember this? My oc Shade?

Well, I made four more ocs for TADC. Someone plz stop me.

First up is Bella the foley artist(sound) & composer(music) AI! She is the one who created and manages sounds & music.

She was based on bells & unmute/mute symbols. Her head is literally a bell. However, she have a large crack on her head, during to a certain incident in past.

Thanks to the crack, she now has speech issues. She definitely struggles to speak properly.

She is music-themed with many music note symbols all over her costumes. She also have a large bow.

She have no legs; instead she have a ghost-like tail with two small bells at the tip of her tail.

Next is Kion the coin/chip guy! Horrible name, I know.

He is based of the poker chips and roulette wheel. He is literally a bunch of poker coins/chips stacked together. His uniform was supposed to based on the casino uniforms.

He wears a bandanna because… why not?

However, he is… not exactly trustworthy guy during to… multiple reasons.

He does hops in order to move around. When he hops, you can hear a coin clanking sound as if the coins were stacking. (Thanks to Bella for that sound effect, HAH!)

Next is Pippy the counter(counting) AI! Another bad attempt at naming.

He is responsible for organizing stuffs and programming codes. He doesn’t like it when some stuffs are out of order or something went wrong and cause a mess for him to cleaning up.

His dice head’s pip number are constantly changing.

And yeah, he is based of dices and…. Mr. King Dice from Cuphead. (You read that right, I based him off that smug bastard.)

Although, Pippy’s personality is very different from King Dice but he does have his moments.

He have a huge crush on Bella. And Bella likes him back as well.

And lastly, we have Socoky the sock monkey! I’m really bad at naming.

He is based of these sock monkeys. (They are weird to me but apparently they’re somewhat popular?)

He is similar to Ragatha, in terms of the body proportion. He also have a sewn-in heart like Ragatha. (Saw some fanarts of Ragatha with a sewn-in heart on chest and I love it so much.)

He do wears various of shirts but his favorite shirt is the shirt with wave pattern.

He acts like a grumpy old man who refuses to admit that he can be soft sometimes. No pun intended.

Now with few doodles of our ocs!

Caine and Pippy are the same size but Bella is… very large in comparison to Caine and Pippy.

Why is she so big? That’s because of these all sound effects files and music files. She creates so many sounds and musics that is personalized to each players, that her body is enlarged so she can handle many files at once without having any issues.

Pippy being a simp for a large pretty woman. And Bella likes to tease the small nervous man. (And geez, ain’t that scenario of a large/tall flirty person with a small/short nervous person feels so familiar?)

Socoky (Let’s just call him Sock.) tolerated three people; Ragatha, Pomni and Zooble.

Since Ragatha and Sock have a similar body proportion, Ragatha often helps him out with stitching his torn limbs back. Pomni sometimes helps out as well.

Sock seems like he doesn’t care about Pomni but he actually cares a lot about Pomni. He treats her like she’s his own niece. He doesn’t show that he cares about her but know this: if you harms Pomni in any ways, he (and Ragatha) will kill you.

Sock and Zooble are similar in their indifference towards many things and their grumpy personalities. They have some conversations about few things in their own interests. It’s rare to see Zooble actually socializing with someone, even if it was with Sock.

For unknown reasons, Koin have a quite hatred towards clowns, jesters, carnivals, and circus-related stuffs.

So, naturally he absolutely loathes Pomni because of her jester appearance. (He also loathes Caine because of his ringleader position and his connection to the whole circus place)

Others simply thought that he disliked them because they makes him feels very uncomfortable.

However Pomni, Jax and Sock have different ideas.

Pomni clearly noticed Koin’s intensely aggressive stares at her. He always looked extremely angry towards her.

One time when she partnered up with him, he absolutely refused to cooperate with her and spent lots of time in aggressively staring at her. On few occasions, he would hold his hands up as if he was trying to strangle her.

His aggressive stares and actions made Pomni feel extremely uncomfortable and scared. She’s worried that one day he would actually attack at her.

So she tried to keep her distance from him.

Jax immediately noticed about his strong dislike towards clowns and circus-related stuffs.

So naturally he would try to take advantage of that and pranks him with a clown doll.

Only for Koin to tearing the doll apart with his own hands.

Completely perplexed by Koin’s response, he starts to carefully watching Koin and his behavior.

One day, Jax was minding his business when Pomni suddenly run up to him and hide behind him. This behavior confused Jax until he saw Koin aggressively following closely.

He quickly stopped when Pomni hides behind Jax.

He can only glare heatedly at Pomni before walking away from them.

This aggressive behavior towards Pomni confuses Jax. This is clearly a proof that he is not scared of clowns and circus-related stuffs. This is clearly a sign of something terrible.

This… concerns Jax to some degree. For on now, he won’t interact with Koin much. But he would probably observe closely to Pomni and Koin, just in case…

Sock arrived before Koin did. By then, he had already accepted this odd circus place and the mismatched crew. He already adopted Pomni as his niece.

So, when Sock was acting like he doesn’t care about him, he is actually carefully watching at Koin for any concerning signs.

Naturally, he immediately noticed that he have a strong dislike towards clowns and circus-related stuffs. His first thought was to make sure that he didn’t do anything bad to Pomni.

He doesn’t know about Koin’s intentions but he knows that if Koin harms Pomni, he’ll kill him.

[adamwatchesmovies]

A Fish Called Wanda (1988)

Some of the jokes in A Fish Called Wanda haven't aged well - this shouldn't be a surprise considering it was released nearly 35 years ago. They’re worth forgiving for the amount of laughs and memorable scenes the film has to offer.

After a successful jewelry heist, four thieves are forced to stall their escape when their ringleader, George (Tom Georgeson), is arrested. While animal lover Ken (Michael Palin) waits for his boss’ instructions, femme fatale Wanda (Jamie Lee Curtis) and her lover (who is pretending to be her brother) Otto (Kevin Kline) try and deduce where the jewels are hidden so they can run off with them. They hope George will disclose their location to his barrister, Archie (John Cleese). To get the information out of him, Wanda begins seducing Archie. Jealousies and double-crosses make this already complex situation much messier.

The characters are this film's strength. Michael Palin is hilarious as a man suffering from a horrible stutter who is assigned to take out an old woman who will be the key witness at George’s trial. An obsessive animal lover, his attempts to take out the lady wind up traumatizing him because he keeps screwing them up and killing some of her many dogs instead. What’s that? Are you upset because a beloved pooch might bite the dust instead of a human being? Well, it if makes you feel any better, Ken is upset about it too. The woman though? Nah, she can die. He doesn’t care.

Next, we have to talk about Otto. He’s this wannabe lothario who is crippled by his insecurities and incapable of keeping his jealousy in check. He knows Wanda is only putting the moves on Archie so they can get rich and leave the country but he can’t stop himself from making what should be a simple situation needlessly complicated. He’s so dumb you wonder what Wanda sees in him. Then, you realize she has this uncontrollable fetish for foreign languages. So what if the only Italian Otto knows is pasta and cheese-related? It’s all it takes for her to start tearing off her clothes.

Speaking of Wanda, she’s double-crossing everybody. Despite her excitement for foreign words while in bed, she’s way too good for Otto. She’s too good for George - whom she has fooled into thinking they’re a couple. An expert manipulator, she could have anyone wrapped around her finger… except maybe Archie. Well, no. She can definitely get the barrister’s attention. The question is whether his brick-solid Britishness will get in the way. All of these characters thrown together in this whirling dervish of a heist gone wrong make for big laughs over and over. Sometimes it gets dark, sometimes it gets absurd. It’s constantly making you wonder what’s next and filled with memorable scenes. There is a running gag about Otto pretending to be gay - it's so Ken doesn’t suspect he and Wanda are in cahoots - that feels a little weird and the movie feels a bit like it’s making fun of Ken for his stutter, but the gags still work for the most part.

A Fish Called Wanda is a smart film that uses its characters wisely, contains nothing but great performances and never holds back. That may ruffle a few feathers nowadays but it's hard to argue with the results. The characters are so great and they make for many big, memorable laughs. (On DVD, April 29, 2022)

[kyriolex]

Kawaki Academy Arc: Hana

So this episode was mostly about Himawari's teacher Hana, although we got to learn some stuff about the students too.

Contrary to her character design, Hana has no relation to Sai, Yakumo Kurama, or any of the other painting-type shinobi. She's a clumsy wind user who perpetually sounds like she's on helium.

So she's invited some special instructors to teach the class: Boruto, Sarada, and Mitsuki. Ehou's mind immediately sees it as a networking opportunities. He says you have to get connected to get ahead, because if you get the wrong sensei or team, you may never get a chance to make it to jonin or even chuunin.

It's sad that civilian kids have to think so cynically when they're young, especially while rich kids like Hima can stay innocent, but it's definitely realistic. Props to the writing team for that subtle commentary.

Anyway, Team 7 takes the kids to the gym for some demonstrations. In true little brother style, Boruto gets in Kawaki's face and acts obnoxious. Kawaki kicks him away, and the two start fighting in class.

Poor Himawari just mutters "this always happens." She knew those two would embarrass her the moment they were in a room together.

While Mituski is showing a lightning technique, some of the little kids move for a closer look, because like moths to a flame, they have no sense of self-preservation. Hana wind-blasts them of the way before one of them can get electrocuted, but instead of being a badass moment, the kids whine and she apologizes.

Next up is a bit of product placement, I mean team-building. Boruto brings enough burgers for half the class, then says they have to fight over them. They can go anywhere on campus, and whoever has the red balls by the end of the period wins the burgers.

But since it's peacetime, none of these children know how to fight, so it becomes an awkward game of tag.

(Unrelated note: I apologize to Harika for insulting her fashion sense. Other than the aviator helmet, her outfit is actually put together well. She even has a cute purse...or maybe it's a bug-carrying sack like Shino and Shibi used to wear. Who knows?)

Mimi, who I misgendered last time and is actually a girl, is the only child who thinks "Hey, maybe instead of fighting we should go visit the vending machines." Ehou decides this is AGAINST THE RULES, even though as Soul (girl in red) points out, the teachers never said anything against scavenging.

He confiscates Mimi's candy bar, and soon the whole class is fighting over whether poor Mimi deserves chocolate. Despite Hana's efforts to calm them down, the class splits up, with Ehou and Soul leading each side. Everyone except Kae and the Uzumaki kids boycotts school because they don't want to study with "the enemy."

In one of Shino and Anko's little peanut gallery conversations, Shino concludes this lesson must have been "too advanced" for children who haven't learned about teamwork yet.

The crotchety old man in me wanted Iruka to come down and remind these kids that if they don't come to school, they can't graduate and become ninja. But instead it becomes Hana's duty to bring the class back together.

She approaches both ringleaders to coax them back to school. Soul apparently idolizes Gai-sensei to the point that she has his picture in an old-fashioned locket. So Hana personally sewed Soul a hideous spandex uniform for her to wear. Soul understandably refuses, saying she admires Gai's skills, not his fashion sense.

I'm calling it now, this girl is the new Tenten: a snarky mom-friend who is obsessed with taijutsu. She's skyrocketed in my personal tier list for this class.

Hana bribes Ehou with ramen and a Hokage speech. She then sends out mysterious invitations to each student. They all show up at school, and she announces they're having a cherry blossom viewing party.

The kids point out that it's not the right season for cherry blossoms. She has the kids close their eyes, and then suddenly petals are raining down from the sky. As a viewer, I thought this Hana's chance to step out of Team 7's shadow and show off her fancy genjutsu.

But actually the petals were paper. She was just using wind jutsu to blow the petals around like a fan. But everyone agrees it's the thought that counts.

Soul and Ehou confide in Himawari that they mostly came out of pity for Hana-sensei, since even though she can't do anything right, she still tries hard.

On one hand, that's pretty brutal after Hana visited them both personally for a pep talk. On the other hand, Hana tripped over a rock and needed Himawari and Kawaki to catch her. She also burned the lunch she cooked for the students beyond recognition. So it's a little understandable why the kids doubt her competence.

The last shot shows Shino asking Boruto if he'd like to be a guest instructor again, and Boruto nopes out of that quickly. He's seen how brutal these kids can get. Genocidal aliens he can handle - petty preteen drama he cannot.

[levisbrainrot]

AOT boys as older brothers— BRAINROT EVENT

EREN

having a brother like eren would be like CHAOTIC.

like he gives me “I can teach you how to sneak past mum and dad’s bedroom without making a sound but i’m definitely going to the party with you as payment” . which you’re like “fuck no, all my friends think you’re hot and that’s gross”

he would be the major teasing sort of brother. like bothering you to the point you’ve got him in a headlock in the kitchen, screaming “TAKE IT BACK RIGHT NOW!”

eren: “I SAID WHAT I SAID. NOT MY FAULT YOU’RE UGLY!”

has a habit of just opening your door and standing there without a word then walking away.

y/n: “can you at least shut my door?”

eren: “hm.. no”

he’s kinda protective but he would rather die than tell you straight forwardly. like he’s noticing you’ve been texting someone on your phone lately and he’s all up in your business being like,

“Who is he? where does he live? does he have a job? what does he look like? he better not be ugly cause you’ll be letting the jaeger genes down”

him, zeke and you together on a night out are your parents biggest stress ball . eren mainly being the ringleader, zeke being the dotting older brother to his siblings and going along and you just being the youngest and tagging along to their troublemaking.

rip tho cause one time eren got into a bar fight when you first went out with them and mama Carla was not happy to having to pick you three up from the police station @ 1am.

all three of you literally BEGGED the police officer to call anyone BUT mama Carla knowing she’s about to whoop your ass when you get home. got you arguing with your brothers like,

you: “this is all of your fault, you’re so stupid when you drink”

eren, who’s very offended at the accusation, : “ME??? YOU’RE THE ONE DOWNING SHOTS LIKE IT’S YOUR LAST DAY TO LIVE, THEN PICKING A FIGHT WITH SOMEONE YOU CAN’T WIN AGAINST???”

zeke who’s stressing about mama carla: “I’m never going out with you two again”

you: “zeke… stfu—”

overall though, eren’s a good older brother. he makes a lot of banter but he cares for you and makes sure you’re safe at the end of the day.

JEAN

jean is an overprotective brother with the tendency to irk you (intentionally or not)

like he gives me “no stay away from boys ESPECIALLY boys likes eren, don’t even look at a man, they’re all tool-heads” basically he’s your second dad.

when you were little you use to follow him EVERYWHERE and he use to pretend to hate it but secretly adored it. sometimes he gets a little sad whenever he thinks back on it and how you’ve grown up and no longer follow him like a little puppy.

also whenever you fell over when you were younger, instead of running to your mother or father you use to run to jean and he would hold you when you cried. in someway you still do the same presently,

you finished work and had a rough shift and you’d sit next to him on the couch like,

y/n: “…life sucks”

jean, looks at you from his phone: “yeah it does but what’s up?”

BIG LISTENER!!! always has his ears ready to listen to you rant.

however he makes these remarks that like piss you off. e.g. it’ll be 8 in the morning and you just rolled out of bed and he’ll be at the table eating breakfast and look up at you like,

jean: “wow you look like you’re on the brink of death”

got you glaring at him like, “bruh”.

calls you kiddo or mini (cause he likes to think you’re a mini version of himself).

he is a very good and protective brother. in some ways you view him more like your dad, he’s very understanding.

ARMIN

dude Armin would be such a sweet older brother. in similar ways to jean he’s protective but also he gives me like “secondary-parent” vibes.

like when you were little you would only listen to Armin whenever you got into trouble. your parents even said you were more dotting towards Armin than themselves.

armin would always read you books and even taught you how to read some of them before you could go to school.

at one point you were very shy and attached to armin, when he went to drop you off to your kindergarten class once (while he had to head off to high-school) you become like glue and glued yourself against his legs.

armin, trying to pry your strangely strong arms off of his legs: “cmon (y/n) i need to go to school”

you pulled the old tear-stained-face card on him and his heart melted. so he sat for half and hour with you in his lap on the floor, with other curious little kids approaching him, reading you your favourite book until you settled. (he never lets go of this memory now).

he would be the one taking care of you whenever you got sick. making you soup and checking your temperature.

he gets a little bit nervous whenever you meet annie. at this stage you only know her as a “really good friend” of Armins (deep down tho you already know she’s his gf but he’s just antsy to tell you, in a way you like keeping him nervous and on his toes about it, you find it funny).

CONNIE

Connie is a chill asf older brother, usually joining you in trouble.

like Connie does not give af if you’re seeing people, sneaking out or anything. he does however get antsy around eren and you just bc he knows eren’s a player and he’s like,

Connie: “not my baby sister. pick anyone else”

probably introduces you to smoking weed for the first time.

Connie: “JUST INHALE IT, IT’S NOT THAT HARD”

Y/n, on the verge of tears: “YELLING AT ME WON’T HELP”

Connie is like super chill and cool older brother. like if you wanted to hang out with him and his friends he’s laid back with it, letting you join in.

he’ll def buy you and your friends alcohol if you asked. but he’d give you a lecture in the process like,

“don’t let anyone take you away alone, if you start feeling sick just call for me, don’t overdo it okay?”.

but he is such a menace when you get into trouble with your parents and they’re giving you a lecture in the kitchen and he’s egging them on in the background like,

“Ooo ‘get her ma, ground her, make her stack the dishes every day this month—here use my shoe to throw at her”

Sasha always comes over and her and connie both annoy you like normal siblings. like sasha would be snooping through your bedroom while Connie’s on your bed, both of them high off their heads, bugging you. (lowkey they do it because you’re always a ‘warm’ person, they claim, to be around when high).

connie probably introduces you to his one-night-stands he brings home.

connie: “and that was lady 5 this week”

y/n, disgusted: “you’re such a whore”

[almanacrat]

Hard to Get (part 2)

Josh Kizska x femReader

Summary: Danny and Makcenzie invite y/n on a getaway with the two of them and the Kizska boys. What could go wrong? (or right)

Warnings: Drinking, swearing, puking

Y/n walked to the back porch of the cabin, admiring the view of the mountain ridge, mist softly rising from its depths and blending into the gentle colors of dawn. The group had arrived at the cabin the previous night, and things did not go as y/n had expected. She agreed to go on the trip so Mackenzie wouldn't be the only girl there. She was hesitant when she heard that Josh was going. It had only been about a month since the party, but y/n knew she could handle Josh’s advances. 

- the previous night -

“I call rooming with Sam!” Jake announced as he set his bag down.

“What? We always room together!” Josh stood, shocked.

“Josh, we haven't roomed together in years, and you sing in your sleep. There’s no way I’m sleeping in the same room as you.” Jake replies. 

“Well then who am I with?” Josh asks.

Jake shrugs and looks at y/n, raising his eyebrows.

“I don't know if she would be comfortable roo-” Danny began.

“It’s fine. They're bunk beds, right?” Y/n didn't want to cause any trouble.

“Yes, but-” Danny was once again cut off.

“Then there’s no problem.” Y/n gave Danny and Mackenzie a reassuring smile.

They all grabbed their bags and headed to their separate rooms and getting settled in. Y/n entered the room first, Josh sauntering in slowly and standing in the doorway.

“Hey, uh, I can take the couch if it would make you more comfortable.” Josh scratched his neck, suddenly nervous in her presence.

“It’s okay, Josh, you don't need to take the couch.”

“Are you sure?” Josh raised his eyebrows.

“I’m positive. I just have one condition.” Y/n said with a serious face.

“yeah, whatever you want.” The butterflies in his stomach fluttered aggressively. 

“I get top bunk!” Y/n declared, quickly climbing up the ladder and sitting on the bed.

“Damn it!” Josh exclaimed.

- Current time - 

“Hey.” Mackenzie walked out onto the porch, handing y/n a warm cup of coffee.

“Hey. How was last night?” y/n said with a smirk, knowing Danny and Mackenzie definitely fucked.

“Great.” Mackenzie blushed, “How was Josh?” She asked with a hint of worry in her voice.

“He was fine. He was knocked out a few minutes after we got in.” Y/n sipped her coffee.

“Really? Usually he’s bouncing off the walls. He didn't wake you up?” Mackenzie wondered.

“No, I sleep heavy. Is something on your mind? You seem preoccupied.” Y/n asked, gazing off into the distance.

“I’m can't stop thinking about you and Josh. I know he would never violate you in anyway but...” She trailed off.

“Hey, I can handle Josh. He’s been really sweet. He even offered to take the couch.” Y/n reassured her.

“Aww. Cute. Oh! Do you want to go hiking with us later?”

“Ooh hiking sounds nice.” y/n replied, thinking of the luscious trees and cool breezes.

“It’s gonna be so much fun. You're gonna love where they’re taking us.” Mackenzie squealed. 

“Now I'm curious! Where are they taking us?.” y/n pried.

“I don't know, but I heard it’s fantastic.” Mackenzie said before excusing herself, leaving y/n to ponder. 

- later that day- 

“Are we all ready?” Josh, the ringleader, asked.

a chorus of “yep”s and “yes”s rose from the rest of the crew. y/n put her hair into a ponytail, antsy to go. She was an avid hiker and loved nature. So, they began their hike along the dirt trail.

“How are things with the band?” y/n asked Jake when they were a little ways along the path.

“They’re good. great, even. You know, I never thought we would make it this far.” Jake replied, the wind gently tousling his hair.

“Really? Why not?” Y/n inquired.

“I just didn't think it would take off like it has. I thought we would burn out after a few unsuccessful months and Josh would go back to film.” 

“Oh. Was film Josh’s second option?” 

“No, it was his first. That was always his dream, but when I said I wanted do this, he dropped it all for me.” Jake admitted.

“Oh my god, that's actually really sweet.” Y/n said in slight awe; she had never heard about this side of Josh.

“Yeah, I know Josh can be... a lot to handle, but he’s got a genuinely kind side in there somewhere. Even if he is an ass.” Jake joked.

“You’ve never told me what you do for a living.” Jake continued after a moment of peaceful silence between the two of them.

“I’m a professional photographer.” y/n said brightly.

“So did you go to school for photography?” Jake asked.

“No, I went for musical theatre, believe it or not.” y/n smiled, remembering her days in the sun. 

“No way! What made you leave that behind?” 

“I never really left it behind completely. I still dabble in it, but I didn’t want to stay I one place, and I loved photography so it worked out.” Y/n watched a flock of geese flying overhead, admiring their unshackled nature. 

“Didn’t want to stay in one place, huh?” Jake smiled.

“Yeah, I told myself “I’ll throw out the plans and live with no burden.”” She quoted her motto for Jake.

“I quite like that! “I’ll throw out the plans and live with no burden,” it’s inspiring.” Josh said, bubbly as ever, as he interrupted the peace. 

“Thank you, Josh.” Y/n gave a breathy laugh at the formal manner in which Josh spoke.

“Not to interrupt the conversation, but I heard the word photographer, Jakey.” Josh nudged Jake lightly with a precious smile.

“Y/n and I were just talking about careers.” Jake said vaguely.

Jake knew it was best to keep it a secret that y/n was a photographer. The band had been looking for a photographer for a while, but no one seemed right for the job. Jake knew that as soon as Josh found put she was a photographer, he would go absolutely feral.

“Ah, and what is your career, darling?” Josh asked with unhindered joy.

“I’m a photographer.” Y/n replied simply.

“A photographer!” Josh’s smile grew brighter, “Would you ever consider working with us? W- with the band, I mean!?” Josh stuttered excitedly.

With wide eyes, Jake violently shook his head ‘no’ behind Josh, hoping y/n wouldn't get roped into dealing with Josh’s craziness. Much to Jake’s chagrin, y/n didn’t see his silent cue. 

“Um, sure. Just let me know wh-” Y/n didn't get to finish her sentence as Josh threw her over his shoulder and swung her around, making her give a small squeal.

“You're fantastic, darling! Just lovely! Sammy! Guess who agreed to shoot our next show!” Josh shouted while running toward Sam, y/n still on his shoulder.

“No way. y/n?” Sammy smiled, stopping in his tracks.

“Yes!” Josh said before starting to jog again.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Danny called as the echoes of Jake, Kenzi, and Sammy’s giggles floated through the air at the sight of Josh being in an elated state. 

“To the end of the trail! We’re gonna be there first!” Josh exclaimed, not slowing down. 

“Josh, you're not gonna be able to carry me all that way.” Y/n said as the figures of Sammy, Jake, Kenzi, and Danny got smaller. 

“Oh, but I am!” Josh turned a curve in the trail, leaving the rest of the group out of sight. 

“Okay, well, I appreciate your excitement, but I would also appreciate it if you put me down. I’m iron deficient and starting to get a little dizzy from being like this.” Y/n pleaded with him, a small smile on her face. As much as she didn't want to admit it, Josh’s giddiness was contagious. 

“I suppose I can make that happen.” Josh sighed.

Josh put her down, albeit a little too quickly, and y/n surroundings started to spin. Her brain got fuzzy and she found herself falling before she could say anything.

“Woah, mamas!” Josh cautioned as he grabbed y/n and held her before she could hit the ground, sitting down and letting her rest in between his legs, her back pressed against his chest.

She started to laugh at her unfortunate circumstance, which made Josh laugh.

“Next time you put me down, don't do it so fast, Joshy.” She turned to him with a grin. 

“Calling me Joshy now are you, angel?” He said with a smirk helping her up. 

“It’s just more fun than Josh, but if it bothers you...” She turned away to hide her blush.

“Not at all. In fact, I quite like it.” 

“Good.” Y/n couldn't think of anything else to say.

“I feel like I could climb a thousand trees right now, don't you? Like I could conquer the world! Like I could-” Josh began to get excited again.

“Joshy! Josh. Joshua!” Y/n finally caught his attention, his eyes lit up and his mood ecstatic. “You're getting hyper, calm down and look at me.” She placed a hand on his face, cupping his cheek and jaw.

“Yeah?” Josh asked, significantly calmer.

“Lets get to the end of this trail before you use all your energy.” Y/n looked into his glimmering brown eyes which reflected all aspects of nature. 

“Let’s go.” His big smile returned to his face as he grabbed y/n’s hand, leading her briskly along the path. 

-

Danny, Sam, Kenzi, and Jake watched as Josh ran off with y/n on his shoulder. Sam mouthed a ‘sorry’ to y/n, but she was smiling as they went on their way. 

“So much for keeping him away from her.” Jake said sarcastically. 

“As much as I hate to say it, they're kind of a good pair.” Kenzi told the boys. 

“If she can stand him by the end of this week.” Sam added, half joking.

“I know Josh is a good person, but I don't want this to end up like her last relationship.” Danny explained, concerned.

Everyone winced internally. They knew that y/n’s relationship had been with a manipulative scumbag, and they had a nasty break up. It had taken her months to get over it. Sure, she was over the moon that they had finally ended things, but how he treated y/n wrecked her. She was strong and independent, but that sort of situation isn't just something you move on from quickly. 

“It hasn't been that long, Danny. Give it a chance.” Kenzi put her hand in Danny’s, stroking his hand with her thumb.

Danny let out an almost undetectable sigh. He had known y/n for years, and they had a sibling-like bond. The thought of one of his and Mackenzi’s best friends getting hurt by one of their friends was a thought he couldn't bear to acknowledge.

-

Let me know if you guys want a part three! 

Just a reminder that you are important and loved! 

(also I am taking requests for imagines for all members of the band! just message me or comment what you want and who you want it to be about! i can do smutty but if I do smut I will put a warning beforehand)

[titan-fodder]

Prima Vista Part I

Rating: E (explicit; mdni) Pairing: Mike Zacharias x fem!reader wc: ~ 9.7k Warnings: dubious consent (because of alcohol), just copious amounts of sex, oral, squirting, 69ing, college shenanigans, obnoxious frat boys, terrible fashion choices A/N: At long last, here we have the beginning. Massive thanks to @pleasantanathema and @whats-her-quirk​ who have been cheering for me since I told them I wanted to right a “little college AU” for a “little collab” June and I have been planning for a while. Also, I don’t know where I’d be without Lauren’s fraternity knowledge, so extra thanks for that, babe. I hope everyone has as much fun with this fic as I did.

God, you hate frat boys. 

Their sense of entitlement, all their fucking house pride. Brother this, brother that. It's annoying. Add in the factors of being an athlete on top of it, and they're downright insufferable. 

So it makes absolutely no sense that you're at a fucking Pi Kappa Alpha party. 

Your friend, Hitch, dragged you here (naturally), and it wasn't like you could really object considering she's the only real friend you have on campus. You study together and switch off between dorms to watch movies and bitch about classes. She's the complete opposite of you in many different ways, but you soul-bonded over biology and that was that. 

Unfortunately, Hitch decided she would leave you to your own devices almost immediately, opting to skip over to a game of beer pong and flirt with a boy in her statistics class. You have no idea why considering he has a fucking bowl cut, but she's been talking about him for weeks now. 

The party is filled with loud music and too many people with red solo cups. There's no way they're all of age, so you're already paranoid that the cops are gonna raid the place, but there's nothing you can do besides leave. It's a tempting thought. 

Before you can, though, there's an uproar in the kitchen, and curiosity gets the best of you. Moving from your place against the wall, you make your way over to peek in and see what's going on. A large group of frat boys, what you think are sorority girls, and whoever else wants to join are raising their cups to cheer. An especially loud voice rings out above the rest, "One win down, eleven more to go!" 

Claps and supportive shouts are nearly deafening. 

"I think we can do it! Do you think we can do it?" 

More cheers, more hollers. 

"Let's hear it for UC lacrosse!" 

You have to cover your ears this time. Should have known this party was to celebrate the win earlier that day. 

When the crowd parts, you see the ringleader, Erwin Smith who is very well-known on campus for three reasons: he will talk your ear off about history if given the chance, he's irritatingly gorgeous, and he will fuck any pretty girl with a pulse. 

Again—you fucking hate frat boys. 

To ease your bad mood and possibly encourage you to have some semblance of a good time, you shuffle further into the kitchen to grab a drink. You feel a little exposed, not dressed like many of the other girls who are either in rompers or the classic sorority chick outfit (giant college shirts that cover their shorts). You are in a crop top, torn shorts, and a floral cardigan. Not your best outfit, not your worst. 

There's no way you're touching any of the pre-poured cups or the jungle juice, opting for an unopened can of mediocre beer. 

You feel someone approach you from behind, glance over your shoulder to see nothing but a broad chest covered by a fucking hawaiian shirt. 

Craning your neck, you're met with another familiar face, one Mike Zacharias known as 1) Erwin's best friend, 2) one of the tallest guys on campus, and 3) the best lacrosse player on the team. 

You haven't spoken a single word to him but that doesn't stop him from grinning at you, flipping shaggy hair from his face, and chanting a low, "Shotgun, shotgun, shotgun!" 

"Are you god damn joking me?" You ask with a raised eyebrow. 

"Hell no!" 

"I have shotgunned a beer literally once in my life, and at least half of it ended up on my shirt."

"That's alright," Mike's smile shrinks to a smirk. "We're all about getting chicks wet in Pike." 

Face falling, you scoff, "Yeah, okay, I'm leaving." 

You sidestep him, cracking open the beer, but he follows close behind you. It makes a little bit of fear spike in your gut—everyone knows the horror stories that accompany many fraternities—but you're mostly just annoyed. 

"Hey, what's your name again?"

Again. As if you've actually formally met before.

"Why do you care?" 

Mike does not hesitate when he answers, "'Cause you look like you're having a shit time here, and I'd like to change that."

You roll your eyes, let your head loll over your shoulder to look at him again. If you're being honest with yourself, he's kind of extremely hot with his undercut and flippy hair, not to mention the stubble that's grown out just enough to make you think thoughts for a split second.  

"A noble cause," you quip. "Truly." 

He chuckles, watching too closely as you take a sip of your beer. 

"So? Name?"

After too big of a swallow, you answer him, and light green eyes brighten a little. 

"Oh, you're Hitch's friend, right?" 

Of course that would be your only identifier on campus. Hitch is insanely pretty and very outgoing. It makes sense that people just know you as her tag-along. 

It doesn't stop you from feeling slightly offended, though. 

"Yeah, and you're Erwin's friend, right?" 

"Among other things," he snorts. "Mike Zacharias." He holds out a massive hand that you eye before taking, figure you shouldn't be too much of a bitch and make a bad impression on the most highly regarded frat at the college.  

"I know who you are, dude. Not many people don't."

"Aw, flatterer." 

That grin is back on his face, lopsided and far too charming, and you definitely need to get away from him before you down a couple more beers. 

"Freshman?" He pries, and somehow you wind up at the staircase, leaning against the wall and praying he'll just stand beside you instead of caging you in. 

He does, and you let out a breath of relief. 

"Sophomore."

His eyebrows shoot up for a second. "Fuck, you've made it through a whole year flying under my radar?" 

You give him a wholly unimpressed look. "Wow, you really know what to say to a girl, don't you?" 

"That came off as shitty, sorry. I just mean, like, you're super cute. Feel like I would have committed you to memory if I'd seen you."

Your face heats up probably more than it ever has in your life, but you still snap, "We haven't had a single class together, I never go to your games, and this is the first Pike party I've been to."

Mike nods. "Ah, that explains it. Just haven't given anyone a chance to notice you." 

"Sure, let's go with that."

Another several sips. You hiss at the taste, and Mike laughs. 

"Can't handle beer?"

"Can't handle shitty beer."

"Ouch. Want me to grab you something else?"

He really doesn't seem to understand the warnings all girls have heard over the years. That, or he just doesn't care. You don't know him well enough to pass that kind of judgement.

"Uh, no. I always make my own drinks at parties."

"That's understandable." Except it isn't. He doesn't have a clue. 

"Well, you can go grab one, and I'll just finish this one for you. Don't want it to go to waste."

It's your turn to smirk now. "That desperate to swap spit, Zacharias?" 

"Like this?" He laughs through his nose. "Nah. But I can think of other ways."

"We've been talking for literally two minutes."

"I'm perfectly capable of making decisions in two minutes."

"Not any good ones obviously."

Tilting his head, Mike thinks out loud, "Can't tell if that's an insult aimed at me or yourself." 

"Take it however you want. I don't really care."

His eyes glint with amusement. There's no way you're escaping this any time soon. 

Long, thick fingers close around the top of your can, and he gently tugs it out of your hand then keeps those eyes locked with yours as he takes a sip. 

"Gross." You try to keep the teasing tone from your voice. 

"Just go get another drink."

You actually listen, mostly to get away from him but also because you could go for something easier to stomach. 

A game of King's Cup is going on in the kitchen, a five obviously being drawn because everyone suddenly pantomimes holding a steering wheel. It's surprisingly fun to watch, so you post up next to the counter after mixing orange and pineapple juice with rum. 

"Four's whores!"

"Categories! Different beers!"

"Seven heaven!" 

"Ayyy, waterfall!" 

You shake your head as everyone drinks for way too long. Some people are already swaying in circles where they're sitting. Others are simply red-faced. 

"Wanna play?"

"Jesus! You came outta nowhere."

Mike looks too smug for your liking, but doesn't say anything, just crushes the empty can in his hand and throws it into the trashcan next to the back door, all gooseneck and perfect arch. 

"Let me guess—you're reigning champ at beer pong."

"Nah," he waves you off. "That's Erwin and Nile. King's Cup however…"

"King's Cup isn't even a competition. It's just flipping cards and getting fucked up." 

"Well, yeah, but it's still fun."

You let out a heavy sigh, eyes still trained on the game going on, then concede, "Once this one is over, I'll play. Just to get you off my back." And because he won't have the chance to talk to you for the duration of the game. 

"Excellent."

You manage to finish your drink by the time the round ends, have to rush to make another as Mike strides over to the table and steals the two seats that have been vacated. They're right across from each other. You don't know if you'd prefer that or just sitting next to him so he can't stare at you.

Sauntering over, you plop down and place your drink in front of you. The guy to your right is quick to introduce himself with hooded eyes and a self-assured smile. You give him basically the same treatment that you've been giving Mike, making him pout and turn away as a freckled girl deals out the cards. 

It's fast paced, and you find yourself drinking more than you'd planned. Mike picks you as his buddy (of course), and the guy next to you makes everyone drink for nearly thirty seconds straight when he pulls an ace. 

Still, you find yourself laughing as people scream and curse. You catch eyes with Mike often, and as you finish your second drink, he begins looking very attractive. More attractive than before. So attractive that you allow him to pour your third cup. 

"If you roofied this, I'm gonna be real upset with you," you tell him just before taking a sip. He added more rum than you did, but that doesn't surprise you. 

"Hey, one of Pike's virtues is being a gentleman."

As soon as he says it, about seven people around the table shout, "Pi Kappa Alpha!" like some kind of sports team, and you roll your eyes so hard it hurts. 

You're drunk after this game. And, then you make another drink and get plastered. Meandering around the rest of the party, bodies begin to blur together, the music fades in and out, and you barely know what you're saying to Mike anymore as he follows you close behind in the same state. For every drink you've had, he's had two, and now he's walking around with a cup full of jungle juice nodding at his brothers, smiling at all the girls who look at him.

His room is downstairs unlike most of the others, right at the end of the hallway. It makes it far too easy to end up inside, but as soon as the door closes and his huge hands find your hips, your world disappears entirely. 

*

The first thing you feel when you wake up is a nauseating pounding in your head. The second is a very large body behind you. 

God dammit, you think, trying to recall the events of the night before. 

Pi Kappa Alpha. Hitch left you, so you hung out with… Mike Zacharias? From the lacrosse team? 

Frowning, you try to look over your shoulder, but all you can really see is a head of hair. However, you can feel the coarseness of his beard against your bare shoulder, and that's enough to solidify that it is indeed Mike behind you. 

Shifting some brings more of your physical state to your attention—your naked chest under the blanket, the way your legs are pressed together, your pussy between your thighs… swollen? Jesus, what did he do to you last night? You can also feel something dry and crusty on your stomach which is both disgusting and relieving. At least he had enough sense to pull out. 

Luckily, his arm isn't wrapped around you which makes it much easier to sit up on your elbow. It takes you a while to locate your clothes around the room from where you are, and even then, all you can find are your shorts, shoes, and bra. You peer around, trying not to groan at the headache threatening to make you black the fuck out all over again, but that pounding as well as the nauseating churning of your stomach is making it difficult. 

You slide out of the bed, basically crawling to the little pile of discarded clothes. As you fumble with fastening your bra, you glance around one more time in search of your shirt and cardigan, but it’s no use. What you do see, however, is the obnoxious Hawaiian shirt  Mike had been wearing the night before, and well… You’d rather not leave the Pike house topless, so…

Snatching it off the floor, you slip your arms through the giant sleeves and somehow manage to button up about half of it. Then, you’re flying out the door, desperate to be in your own dorm, curled over your own toilet, in your own clothes. 

Oh, thank god his room wasn’t upstairs, you praise, trying to remember the way to the front door. There are numerous bodies and tipped over cups to navigate through, and you cringe at the various odors that assault your senses. 

You see the door from across the room, so close and getting closer as you try not to trip over anything, but as you pass the kitchen, you hear a smooth, familiar voice greet, “Good morning,” in a smug way. 

Erwin is leaning against a counter, smirking over a steaming cup of coffee. He’s wearing only sweatpants, his hair is a little mussed, and for a split second, you understand why he pulls so many girls. 

Still, you roll your eyes and continue moving—a classic DNE situation, but the frat boy doesn’t seem to get the message, instead calling out, “Nice shirt!”

“Fuck off, Smith,” is the only thing you utter before leaving, slamming the door behind you. 

*

Mike easily catches the frisbee that spins directly at his face then quickly throws it back to try and catch Nile off guard. It works, and the brunet curses and has to go running after the flying disc. 

A few girls watching from the nearby fountain clap and yell his name, wriggling fingers in a wave as if he can actually see that far away. Mike gives one wave of his own hand then turns back to the grass where Nile is jogging back to his place.

“You did that on purpose, you asshole!” He spits.

Mike shrugs his shoulders, yells back, “Get better at frisbee, and you won’t have this problem!”

Nile throws the plastic so hard that it flies off toward the fountain, making all those girls scream and dive for cover. 

“Yeah, I’m not getting that,” Mike shakes his head. Nile drags his fingers down his angular face before setting off on yet another trek, apologizing profusely then standing around to flirt like usual.

Blowing hair out of his face, Mike considers joining his brother, but before he can, he sees a familiar figure turning on the sidewalk, about to pass the fountain and head toward Hartley Hall. 

His feet are moving before he really registers it, glad his long legs can carry him quickly even at a walk. Mike calls out when he’s a couple yards away, and you turn to him, eyes growing wide before you start to move faster. 

He can just barely make out the words, “Nope. Not doing this,” and chuckles, catching up the rest of the way.

“Hey, chill, I just wanna talk.”

You turn to look at him, head tilted up, squinting against the sun, and Mike has never been more thankful for his height because you look so god damn cute all small and irritated with him. 

“What is there to talk about? I don’t even remember anything.”

“Yeah, neither do I,” he says, lacing fingers together behind his head. “Shame.”

“Whatever.”

Mike tries and fails to hide a snort, nods at Nile as you both pass him and the gaggle of girls surrounding him. Mike has no doubt his friend will get at least one phone number out of it, if not all of them. 

“Did you at least have a good time before you blacked out?” He ventures.

You shrug your shoulders, hitch your backpack up a little higher. “Maybe. But, if I was just around you the whole time, probably not.”

“Aw, come on! What did I ever do to you?”

“You need a list?”

Mike nods. “Would probably help.”

“For brevity's sake, I’ll just say that you started the night trying to get a literal stranger to shotgun a beer and ended the night fucking said stranger and… Not holding back, apparently.” Mike frowns, about to ask what you mean by that, but you elaborate before he can. Voice dropping, you question, “Do you have any idea how fucking sore I’ve been for the last few days? What the fuck do you even have hidden in those stupid shorts?”

“I’d be happy to show you again.” He grins sideways, and when you shoot him a venomous look, he figures it’s time to change the subject. “Anyway, I may have done that and more, but you’re the thief.”

“Excuse me?”

Mike tries to sound nonchalant as he accuses, “Stole my shirt and everything." Honestly, he's a little upset that he didn’t actually get to see you wearing it. 

“I—”

“That’s my favorite shirt, you know?”

You laugh. Finally. “Are you serious?”

“Absolutely.”

“That shirt is fucking heinous, okay? You’re lucky I didn’t burn it.”

“Does that mean I can have it back?”

You make a little noise in your throat, something between a grumble and a growl, but you check your phone and tell him, “Fine. My next class isn’t for another couple of hours, so just…Follow me.”

It takes immense effort to not skip to your dorm like a little kid, but Mike is excited. He’s not gonna try anything weird, but just seeing your space? He’ll be able to get a better feel for you. So far, all he knows is that you live and breathe sarcasm and can’t handle your liquor well. It’s enough to get him a little more than interested, but it’s not enough to go off of.

The two of you gain a few looks as you make your way through the shared study space of the dormitory, heads turning, eyebrows raising in recognition. No one should be all that surprised; it’s not like Mike and Erwin haven’t frequented a lot of these rooms. 

You lead him down a hallway, and Mike looks at all the little dry-erase intro boards hanging outside of every door. He’s a little surprised to see that the one by yours isn’t blank. Your name is written in bubble letters, surrounded by little hearts, and when you catch him looking at it, you’re quick to tell him, “Hitch.”

“Ah. Of course.”

He follows you inside, staying by the door to not invade too much of your space, but he doesn’t even try to be subtle as he looks around the small room. Pennant for the college hung up over a cork bulletin board that’s a mess of photos and sticky notes. Cluttered desk with just enough of it cleared to fit a laptop. Tiny succulents on the window sill. Double bed covered in a quilt. And there, in the open closet, Mike catches sight of his shirt—pastel pink and littered with palm trees. 

After dropping your backpack on your bed, you step over to the hanging clothes and grab it, muttering, “Ridiculous,” as you hand it over.

Mike laughs as he slings it over his shoulder. “You know what’ll make you hate it even more?” You quirk an eyebrow, probably doubting that anything could, but your entire face falls when he informs you, “I have matching shorts to go with it.”

“No you do not.”

“Definitely do.”

“That should be a crime. You should be arrested.”

He chuckles, has a retort on the tip of his tongue, but something catches his eye—a bookshelf tucked away in the corner by your bed overflowing with novels and knick-knacks. Mike sees a particularly thick paperback, recognizing the black background and small desert picture on the spine.

“Bro!” He walks over, plants a hand in the middle of your mattress, and reaches for it. “Is this fucking Dune?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“This is, like, my favorite book, dude.”

“Seriously?” You sound just as disbelieving as you do disinterested. 

Mike begins flipping through it, scanning over highlighted passages as he nods. “I have the whole series back home, but I only brought this one and Messiah with me to college.”

He straightens up but keeps a knee on the edge of the bed, and you plop down to sit on it, watching him closely as he continues to look over the notes scribbled in the margins. 

“I had to read it in high school," you tell him. "Then my cousin gave me a lot of the books after I talked with him about it one time. I haven’t gotten around to reading them, though.”

“You really should,” Mike urges. “I mean, I know you probably have a shit ton of reading for classes, but if you ever get the chance, you should at least read the next two.”

“You some kind of closet nerd, Zacharias?”

“Kinda,” he admits, putting the book back on the shelf only to grab a worn copy of Fellowship of the Ring. “I mean, Erwin and a few others are well aware, but I don’t really broadcast it.”

“Not good for the cool guy image?” 

“Nah, people are just more interested in other things,” he mumbles, eyes fixed on the tiny print.

“Mike Zacharias,” his gaze flicks to you as you laugh quietly. “Lacrosse god and big fucking geek.”

He closes the book and uses it to lightly hit you on the top of the head with it. You half-heartedly smack him right in his abs only to push against the muscle harder and ask, “Jesus Christ, what do you have under there?”

“You know, that’s the second time you’ve asked what I have under my clothes,” he points out, a little too satisfied. “Better watch out, or I’m gonna start getting ideas.”

You huff, but your hand is definitely still on his stomach, unmoving but warm through his shirt. Mike told himself he wouldn’t do anything weird once he got here, but you’re already on the bed and touching him, and he’d kind of really like to have this particular experience while sober, so he very slowly takes your wrist and moves it away. 

It makes you look up at him, a question dancing in your eyes as your lips part. Mike makes sure his own stare conveys everything he’s thinking, wishes he could just transplant his thoughts into your brain so that he can put you a little more at ease around him. 

You’re onto him, though, tugging your hand from his grip and blinking a few times. He figures you’re about to point to the door and tell him to take his fucking Hawaiian shirt and leave. 

Instead, you pull on the fabric covering his ribs so that he loses his balance and has to catch himself before crashing into you. It puts his face level with yours, and you take the opportunity to kiss him—hard, desperate, and a little confused judging by the way you’re frowning. 

Mike grunts, holding himself up with the arm on the side of your hips then uses the other to slide under the thigh closest to him and pull you further onto the bed. He’s straddling you in no time, up on his knees so that he doesn’t crush you. 

Hearing the sound of shoes hitting the ground, he tugs his shirt off over his head, and then he’s curling over you again. Your mouths grow slick with spit. He slides his tongue past your lips, and you arch into him, fingers tangling in his hair. Mike pushes you back down so that he can strip you down to your bra and panties then takes the time to rid himself of his shoes and shorts.

“Oh, fuck,” he hears you breathe, and when he glances up at you, he finds you staring at what he knows is an intimidatingly large bulge under his boxer briefs. “It makes sense now—the soreness.”

Mike chuckles, slots his forearms on either side of your head and mutters, “Yeah, sorry about that.”

You lick his lips and he bites yours, bodies clashing together as he grinds himself against your covered pussy. Eventually Mike is able to snake a hand down your body, making sure to brush over your ribs so that you squirm beneath him. Fuck, he already loves the way you squirm. And, when he moves your panties to the side and teases your little hole, already wet just from making out, Mike discovers that he loves the way you moan too. 

He’s slow as he pushes a finger in, groaning when you clench around it. Pumping it in and out, he gently works you open and wonders if he was courteous enough to do this the other night. He hopes he was. 

You spread your legs for him, start bucking into his hand, especially when he hits that special spot inside you. 

“Fuck, fuck, fu—” You grab his face, bringing it close to yours again so that you can muffle curses against his lips. 

When Mike adds a second finger, your jaw drops, and you start to tremble. 

“Too much?” He asks.

You shake your head, stutter a breathy, “N-no. Just—ah—slow. Go slow.”

He moves to suck on your neck, promising, “I will.”

Mike waits until you’re dripping into his palm and spread about as widely as you can be underneath him. Then, and only then does he shimmy out of his underwear and question, “Condom?”

“Bookshelf,” you huff. “In the jewelry box.”

When he opens it, a little ballerina spins, and Mike has to laugh at the ridiculousness of it. “That’s twisted.”

“Shut up.”

He grabs one of the gold packages and tears it open, then rolls the latex over his cock and discards the wrapper somewhere. 

Mike only gives you his tip first, sits right inside your entrance so that you can squeeze him and get used to the feeling before he pushes in any more. You barely shift your hips back and forth, like an experiment. It’s just enough for Mike to see slick coating the end of the condom, and he nearly starts drooling.

He presses in a little more, appreciates the way your eyes roll into the back of your head, then adds one more inch.

“Jesus Christ.” Your breaths are coming in short gasps, words slurring together. He’s not even halfway in, and you’re already fucked out. 

Your cunt is spasming around him, and Mike tries to get you to relax more by lightly rubbing your clit with the pad of his thumb. 

You leak around him, pussy slowly but surely opening up a little more so that he can slide in further. He gives a few shallow thrusts that make you whine, then reaches up to grab one of your pillows which only sends him deeper. 

“God dam—”

Mike lifts you and shoves the pillow under your hips, smiles in a way he’s pretty sure you hate, then jokes, “Better to fuck you with, my dear.”

“In...sufferable…” The annoyed tone is lost when you cry out. Mike buries himself as far as he can without hurting you. He isn’t quite balls deep, but you feel so fucking good that he doesn’t even mind. 

Starting a steady rhythm that has every upthrust dragging over your g-spot, Mike watches through foggy eyes as your mouth opens and closes, chest rising with stuttering breaths before you exhale and moan. He dips his thumb between your folds to gather a little bit of slick and return it to your clit. The circular motion makes you arch again, and Mike abandons the little bud for just a moment so that he can unclasp your bra and pull it off. The sight of your tits bouncing in time with his thrusts almost does him in, but he holds back, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to gather himself.

You’re just clamping around him so perfectly, pussy drooling and creaming on his cock, and Mike is not a quickshot, but for you—

He pulls out all at once, flips you so that you’re on hands and knees, then spreads you open to lick into you from behind. 

“Holy—” 

Mike’s cock is throbbing where it bobs against his stomach, but he can ignore it for the most part, focused on eating you out, sucking at your messy lips then dragging the flat of his tongue over your hole. He moves his face back and forth, wants to leave his mark on you in the form of stubble burn between your legs. 

“Mike, Mike, fuck, please.”

He’s positive you can’t actually hear him when he teases, “Please what?” right into the crevice of your ass. 

You growl, push against him, and swallow enough pride to beg, “Please fuck me.”

Biting his lip, Mike straightens up enough to watch his fingers disappear into your pussy. One, two, then a third that makes your messy entrance stretch for him. He lowers his face again, feather light licks around your sensitive hole, and when he twists his wrist so that he can tap on your spot, you come immediately. 

A mixture of slick and squirt drips from your cunt and soaks into your quilt. Mike pushes more out as he continues to finger fuck you, humming at the way your arms give out and you fall against the mattress. 

This is the perfect position for him. He replaces his wet fingers with his cock and ruts into you quickly, chasing after his own impending orgasm. Pretty little whimpers fall from your lips, fuck drunk as you babble, “Oh, god, Mike, Mike, fuck…”

He’s gripping your hips too tightly, pulling you back against him, shoving his cock deeper and deeper until he finally comes with a shudder and a low groan. 

Mike pants for a few seconds, then leans down to press a few kisses to your spine, but instead of the usual happy sighs he gets from most girls, you just roll your shoulders and mutter, “Stop that.”

He does, then pulls out, takes a second to stare at your pussy—worked open from his size and still dripping. It would make a very pretty picture, but Mike wouldn’t dare try that with you. 

You roll onto your back, a huff of air leaving your lungs as you scrub a hand over your face then tilt your head to him. It looks like you have something to say, but you just chew on your bottom lip, eyes moving from Mike to the door.

And, he can take a hint. You don’t have to say it. 

With a self-deprecating snort, he pulls the condom off, tying it then tossing it into the trashcan by your bed. 

“Yeah, okay,” he nods. “Let me just…” Mike tugs his clothes back on, kindly tosses you your top so that you can cover yourself like you obviously want to. 

He makes sure to grab the Hawaiian shirt that brought him here in the first place, tossing it over his shoulder then striding to the door. 

Chancing one more glance at you, you force a smile and try to pad his bruised ego. “Don’t worry, it was good. You were good. It’s just not gonna happen again.”

Mike fights a smirk, raises a hand in a wave, then steps out.

Not gonna happen again, he chuckles to himself. Yeah, right.

*

You don't understand how this keeps happening, how you keep ending up in bed with Mike fucking Zacharias. 

This time you had gone to the disgusting bar right off campus, got one whole drink in your system before the familiar trio walked in. They were all in khakis and pastels—Erwin in blue, Nile in yellow, Mike in pink. Again. 

You actually slammed your head down on the bartop because despite how basic he looked in his light polo, Mike was still hot. 

Is still hot. 

Back at the Pi Kappa Alpha house, you're a mess of limbs on his bed. You take immense pleasure in tugging his shirt off, and once his arms are free again, he's lifting the hem of your little skirt and mouthing over your thong. 

You're more than tipsy after a couple more drinks but nowhere near as drunk as you were the first night. It hadn't taken much convincing from Erwin for you and Hitch to play pool with them, and when Mike had come up behind you to help you line up your shot, you knew you were a goner. 

While he's busy between your legs, you take off your shirt and bra. Green eyes flick up as soon as you toss both articles on to the floor, and without any hesitation, Mike reaches up to grope your tits. 

He's clumsy and distracted as he tongues over the warmth pooling in your underwear, squeezing plump flesh and pinching your nipple so that you whine and push your hips further into his face. 

Mike groans, just as drunk if not more so. He's messy as he kisses your thighs, nearly rips your thong when he pulls it off of you. 

His tongue feels good, too fucking good as he laves over your entrance, soothing an ache that isn't quite there anymore but definitely was a few days ago. 

"Taste so fucking good," he grumbles, slurping and sucking and making you squeeze your thighs around his head. 

"Okay," you pant. "Okay, okay." You grab him by the hair and lift his head from you, stomach flipping at the sight of the bottom half of his face absolutely covered in slick. 

God dammit, why is he so sexy? 

Your mouth waters, and the thought of possibly giving him head this time crosses your mind. You're just inebriated enough to stay relaxed, didn't drink to the point of throwing up, and he has gone down on you the last two times so... 

Lizard brain taking over, you sit up, tell him to flip over, then start making your way down his body. 

Mike grabs you before you can turn to face him, fingers digging into your thighs and pulling you down to sit on his face. 

"Fucking—I'm trying to blow you, for Christ's sake."

He moves his head just enough to tell you, "So? You can do that while I do this."

And, he's not wrong. It just means that you're gonna get distracted. 

For a while, all you can really do is control your breathing and undulate on top of him, but eventually you fall to your elbows and lick up his shaft from base to tip. 

Mike really does have a nice cock—a beautiful cock—bigger than you've ever taken in terms of both length and girth, and veiny in the perfect way. Even his balls make your pussy throb, large and round, the right just slightly bigger than the left and now dripping with saliva as you lower your mouth further and further onto his cock. 

The feeling of his tongue buried in your cunt is making you delirious, eyes rolling, muscles going slack as you gurgle around the tip hitting the back of your throat. 

Mike groans into you, his legs starting to shake, and you assume in your half aware state that he's trying to not just skull fuck you into oblivion. 

You know you're making a mess, both on his face and on his cock. The fingertips that have been holding you open shift, one of them slipping into your clenching hole, and your hips begin to move on their own volition, riding what he'll give you while moving your tongue back and forth. 

You've only taken about half of him, doubt you can take any more. He's hot and heavy in your mouth, and when you pull off to breathe, you can taste pre cum on the back of your tongue. 

It triggers something in you, makes you raise up and clumsily turn around so that you can work him inside of you. 

Mike groans a long, "Fuuuck," and immediately starts thrusting upward. 

You're lucky you're as wet as you are, but the burn that comes with getting so stretched out still makes you hiss. You brace yourself on his broad chest, feeling the dampness of sweat forming a sheen on him, and your own body starts to feel too hot. 

You had wanted to ride him to feel in control of the situation for once, but you quickly realize it's not gonna happen, Mike gripping your hips and moving you how he sees fit. 

He's raw this time, a thought that should scare you, but he feels so good even through the discomfort. Every vein and ridge hits all the sweet spots inside of you, the flared head of his cock smooth as it presses just where you need it to. 

You're squirting again—he just seems to be able to fuck it out of you. It's not the high you're looking for, but the release in pressure still feels divine. 

Mike seems to enjoy it too because he looks down at where you're connected, swears at the way you gush on his cock, then starts swiping fingers over your clit so quickly it almost hurts. 

More fluid leaks from you, and Mike breathes a low, "Come on, baby, come on, 'm gonna fuck you dry tonight." 

Hearing him talk like that—his hand rubbing over your overstimulated clit, his thick cock threatening to split you in two—causes heat to travel up your legs and down your arms until it settles in your stomach and floods you. 

You cry out, stars and tears behind your eyes as Mike keeps going, taking everything he can from you until he's laying in a huge wet spot in his bed. 

He lifts you just in time to shoot cum upward on your chest, white splattering then dripping down in strands to pool on his stomach. 

You stare down at him, mouth hanging open and find him looking up at you with the same expression. 

It's hands down the best sex you've ever had, but you're not about to tell him that. Instead, you dismount him like the fucking horse he is and stand on weak legs, actually have to lean on the bed for support. 

"Just stay the night." His voice is deep and full of gravel. It's entirely too hot. 

"Absolutely not." You shake your head, grab your shirt and his boxers then ask, "Where's the nearest bathroom?" 

"Down the hall on the right, but you don't have to sneak out the window or anything. Just use the front door if you're tryin’ to run away."

You can't help but snort. Stupid. "I'm not trying to escape, dummy. I just need to pee." 

"Oh. Right."

You slip out of the room, hoping it's late enough for everyone to be asleep, but you have no such luck as the door to the bathroom opens and fucking Erwin steps out. 

He hums, looking you over for a moment as his lips lift on one side. 

"Don't say anything," you grit through your teeth. 

He holds his hands up in surrender, chuckles, acting all innocent. "Wasn't going to."

You squint, not believing him for a second, then move around him to get to the bathroom. Before you can shut the door, you hear him mutter, "Another one bites the dust," and consider running out and strangling him.

*

"Please please please come with me to this game," Hitch begs, her hands clasped together, imploring eyes wide and doe-like. 

"No. You have plenty of other friends to go with. You don't need me there."

"But, I want you to be there. It's gonna be such a good match. Rival schools and all that."

You roll your eyes. "Hitch, in all the time you've known me, have you ever seen me give a single fuck about sports?" 

"No, but you'll finally get to see Mike and Erwin and Nile play."

"All the more reason not to go."

"Do you not like them or something? Why wouldn't you like them? Everybody likes them!" 

She doesn't know, and you don't want her to. She had been too caught up with that Marlowe kid at the party, then was kept busy playing pool with Nile to see you and Mike slip out of the bar together. 

It's the only secret you've ever wanted to keep from her. You will take it to the grave. 

"I just… I just don't, okay? I get a… Sleazy vibe from all of them."

You really don't. Not exactly. You're not a big fan of the 'fuck-every-chick-on-capus' mentality, but most college boys think like that. Only difference is these three can actually achieve it. 

Hitch crosses her arms over her chest and gives you a look you've seen on your mother's face many times, usually when she has a point to prove. 

"You know I'm just gonna keep bothering you until you come to one, so why not just get it outta the way?" 

And, there's that point. 

"Ugh." You know she's right, and you really can't put up with this all semester. "Fine, but I'm gonna bitch the entire time."

Hitch squeals and claps, bouncing where she stands. "Yes! Wouldn't have it any other way."

You dress in school colors, put your hair up so that it won't be on your neck as the sun beats down, then take Hitch's little hatchback to the field. You try to talk her into sitting toward the back of the crowd that's gathered on the bleachers, but she just pulls you to the front without acknowledging your request. 

Even with the helmets, you can easily make out who's who, mostly because of their size. Mike and Erwin are doing some kind of pregame ritual where they hit their sticks together, shout something, and chest bump. It's the most alpha thing you've ever fucking seen and makes you question why you ever thought screwing one of them was a good idea. 

To be fair, you never really did think it was a good idea. It just kind of happened. Three times. 

But, it needs to stop. 

You repeat that thought to yourself as you watch Mike sprint across the field and launch the ball into the goal several times. You repeat it as he dances around his opponents with ease, quick footwork until he can throw them off. You repeat it as he stands on the sidelines and takes his helmet off to shake out sweaty hair and squirt water into his mouth. 

And, none of it really helps. Mike is pretty incredible on the field, especially with Erwin and Nile backing him up. Everyone in the stands is screaming, yelling their names and chanting. It's a little contagious, you have to admit. You get as far as clapping but refuse to actually cheer. 

At some point, Erwin jogs over to the bleachers and waves his arms for everyone to get louder, and they sure do. Even through his helmet, you can see his sparkling white smile, and your own lips curl up as you shake your head at him. Unbelievable. He has all these people at his beck and call. 

Erwin has to get back on the field, though, fueled by the crowd like the other nine players. They end up pulling ahead of the other team and finishing the game eleven to seven. 

Naturally, Erwin announces a party at the Pike house, and naturally, Hitch drags you to it. 

This one is even bigger than the last. It offends every one of your senses—too loud, alcohol permeating the air, bad drinks, worse dancing, and strangers rubbing against you as you pass them. 

You give up on your beer before you’re even halfway through with it, just set the can on one of the counters and start milling around. You’d rather be anywhere else but here. Your head hurts from the game earlier, baking in the sun and not drinking enough water. Should’ve taken an Advil… And some Benadryl. Hitch wouldn’t have been able to bring you here if you’d been unconscious. 

All of the lacrosse team is there, flanked with guys who won’t stop slapping them on their backs and girls who won’t stop batting their eyes and squeezing their biceps. It’s comical, really, the fairweather trend. There’s no way this would be happening if they’d lost their last three games. Instead, the team would be getting harassed and pestered, not so subtle comments about practicing more and replacing members. You’ve seen it all before. 

Leaning against a wall, you watch it all unfold. It’s probably the most entertaining thing at the party other than the group of sorority girls dancing on a table. Things are getting out of hand already, and you would prefer not be here for the aftermath, but just as you're about to leave, Mike breaks away from the group and strides over to you.

“Hey, didn’t expect to see you.” He takes a sip from his cup, smiling around the rim.

You use your usual excuse: “Hitch,” and he nods. 

“Right. Did you watch the game today?”

Crossing your arms, you mumble a, “Yes,” that Mike can’t hear but can definitely see.

He beams then asks, “You gonna tell me I played well? ‘Cause I did.” He’s all cocksure and giddy, and it makes your body run hot in a few different ways.

“I don’t think you need anyone else fawning over you,” you say with a condescending laugh.

“You mean you don’t want me to flex for you?”

“I’m leaving. Right now." When you push past him a little too roughly, it causes him to drop his cup, and your shirt is suddenly plastered to your chest and stomach. The white isn’t discolored, which leads you to believe, “Fuck, is this just straight vodka?”

“No, Christ,” he cringes at your wet state, looking genuinely apologetic. “It’s just water. Sorry.”

You scrunch your top up to wring it out, wondering what he’s doing drinking water instead of liquor, but you’re not about to pick on him for staying hydrated. 

“It’s fine. I was about to leave anyway.”

He’s quick to stop you with a, “No, don’t. Just… change into one of my shirts or something."

Narrowing your eyes, you contemplate how many ways this can go wrong, how much you should not allow this, and even go as far as accusing, "You're just trying to get me in your room again."

"You wanna stay in a wet shirt?" Not really. "Come on."

He jerks his head toward the hallway, and you end up following him, grumbling the whole time because you swear to God if you end up on your back for him again, you're going to be very upset with yourself. 

Mike beelines it for his dresser as soon as you're in the room, much quieter than the rager outside. He digs around in it, flipping all the way to the bottom then pulls out a heather gray tee. 

"It'll probably still be a little big, but it's from high school, so you shouldn't drown in it."

He tosses it to you then, to your surprise, turns back to the wall to give you the privacy to change. You eye him the whole time, peeling off your top as well as your bra since it soaked through. His shirt still covers your little shorts, and you assume you look a lot like one of those sorority girls, but it's good enough, has that super soft feeling from being worn too much. 

"Thanks. You can, uh… You can turn around now."

Mike looks over his shoulder, like he's making sure you're decent, then turns around fully. 

"I was trying to get outta there anyway. Spilling a drink on you was a good excuse."

You open your mouth, choking on a scoff, then ask, "Did you do that on purpose?" 

"No! It really was an accident. I'm glad it was just water, but I still feel bad."

You're squinting at him, but now you're curious about something else.

"Why'd you wanna get away from the party?" 

Sighing, Mike shows a tired smile. "Honestly, I'm still worn out from the game. I'm already sore and covered in these god damn bruises. I just wanna relax."

"If you're covered in bruises, I can't imagine how the other team feels. You smacked the shit outta some of 'em."

"So, you were watching."

"I may have glanced up once or twice," you lie. "Anyway, why don't you just hide out in here?" 

He shrugs his shoulders. "Erwin insisted I show my face, and I didn't want him to give me shit about being a recluse."

You can relate. It's why Hitch drags you everywhere. You wouldn't even leave your dorm for classes if you didn't have to. 

Still. "Dude. You're definitely not a recluse. You're fucking everywhere. All the time."

"So? I can get tired too."

He's got a point. 

"Can we just chill in here for a while?" He asks you. 

"Why do you need me to chill? You basically just said you needed a break from social interaction."

"Yeah, but not all social interaction," he corrects with a small grin. "Please? I've got movies and video games, Zelda and shit."

Again, the contemplation kicks in, all the pros and cons. You know very well what this can (will) lead to, but you also want to escape the party. And, if Hitch whines about you leaving, you can tell her you were there the whole time. Not like it's a lie. 

"Fine, but I have some stipulations."

"Oh, do you?" 

"I do."

Mike waves a hand for you to go on. "Let's hear 'em then."

Holding up one finger, you tell him, "You have to let me snoop around your room—" he laughs. You lift another finger, "—and we are not, under any circumstances, having sex."

"Deal." 

You tilt your head, taken aback at how quick he is to agree. "Wait, seriously?" 

"Seriously. Go ahead. I'll pull up Hulu."

You hum, still suspicious, but start making your rounds, taking in photos from what you assume to be the high school soccer team he played on, then a fishing trip with Erwin, a middle-aged couple with a dog, and some pinned up tickets to sporting events he's attended. 

He has a bookshelf against a wall, textbooks at eye level, but the top and bottom shelves are filled with sci-fi and fantasy novels that make you smile. His TV is fairly large, big enough to see the picture from his bed which is also sizable and draped with a plush comforter. The last thing that catches your eye is his closet, halfway open and full of jerseys and Polos. A few different pairs of shoes sit at the bottom, but pushed all the way in the corner are a few boxes of fucking Magic the Gathering cards. 

"Oh, man. You really are a closet nerd. Like, literally."

"Huh?" Mike looks over at where you're kneeling, realizes what you're looking at and actually sounds self-conscious when he admits, "Yeah, uh, I wasn't joking the other day." 

"I've never played—too technical for me—but my friends in high school did."

"There are baseball cards back there too if that makes me any cooler."

"It doesn't," you say bluntly before straightening up and reaching to shut the door to his room. Plopping down on the floor next to him (where he was smart enough to sit), you add, "But even I can admit it's kind of endearing."

"Oh yeah?" He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, that stupid lopsided grin on his too-handsome face. 

"Don't get cocky, Zacharias." 

"You wouldn't let me if I wanted to."

Both of you agree to a Batman movie, and you make yourself comfortable, kicking your sandals off and leaning against the bed behind you. You're a little too aware of Mike's body beside yours, but you're able to ignore it for the most part, keeping a few inches between your arms and legs. Of course, he still brushes against you when the movie ends and he takes the time to stretch. His shoulders roll, making his shirt strain over his back, and when he holds his arms out, linked at his fingers, you can't help but take a quick look at his bulging biceps. 

"Fuck, I'm gonna feel like garbage tomorrow," he complains. You can see the bruises littering his arms, some of them thick lines while others are almost perfectly circular from where he was hit with the end of a lacrosse stick. 

"You have any classes?" You ask. 

"Just my ten o'clock and three o'clock."

You make a noise of acknowledgement then fall silent. You're not sure how to hold a conversation with him that isn't sarcastic or snippy since you haven't actually done a lot of talking in the first place. 

"Sucks," is all you can come up with. 

"It's alright. I've probably dealt with worse."

"Probably?" 

"Well, nothing really comes to mind, but I'm sure I have."

You should get going. It's late, and you have a nine AM tomorrow. Plus, the longer you sit next to Mike, the more ideas pop up in your head. Dirty ideas. Ideas that will leave you disappointed in yourself. 

"Well, I'm gonna head back. This has been…" You're unsure of what word to use, don't want to get his hopes up by saying 'fun'. 

Mike figures you out and offers, "Tolerable?" 

"Yeah, we can go with that. I'll get your shirt back to you sometime soon."

Mike chuckles and gets to his feet. "Just whenever you can." He grabs your wet top from the ground and holds it out to you, then reaches for the door as you slip on your sandals. 

You feel him close behind you, close enough for his chest to push against your back when you straighten up. His arm is pressing into your side, hand curled around the knob and twisting it, but he's unable to open the door as you let your head fall against it. 

"God dammit." 

"Hm?" You can tell he's leaning down because his breath falls just over your ear. 

"I said we weren't—"

He cuts you off, "But, you want to."

He's too hot and too smooth, and you can’t stop yourself from turning around and breathing, "Yeah, I want to." 

It's different tonight. Mike takes his time undressing you, kissing and sucking your neck, your collarbone, your nipples that pebble against his tongue. It's unnerving even as you squirm and moan. 

He eats you out lazily, flattening his tongue against your folds then dipping into your slit so that he can slip into your twitching hole. 

When he adds a finger, you immediately grind down on it, silently begging him to work you open enough to take his cock, but he doesn't move any faster, apparently content to just drive you insane. 

You're nearly begging by the time he turns you on your side and moves to lay behind you, hiking your leg up and pushing most of his length inside of you in one faultless motion that makes you choke and sob his name. 

That stretch is back, delicious as it is painful as he splits you open. His thrusts are the same slow pace, cock dragging against gummy walls as he drapes an arm over you to toy with your swollen clit. 

It takes you both longer than usual to come, but when you do, your whole body trembles against him, and you have to suck in several deep breaths until you feel like your lungs start actually filling with air. 

Mike paints your back with warm cum, groaning right in your ear as he rubs against you, his cock sliding easily up and down your skin and making more of a mess. 

That unnerving feeling blooms in your chest again, crawls up into your throat. 

Tonight had been too casual, too natural. The way you hung out and watched a movie was already a little strange. Him fucking you from behind, holding you tight against his body, was too tender. And, now, after he leaves to grab a wet towel and uses it to clean your back, you find yourself searching for words again only to come up with passionate—intimate. 

And, words like that scare you.

[ n e x t ]

[anotheranimewriter]

How You Met The TR Boys

PC: Google! Look at this sweetheart, oof I don't always like 'em soft but this boy right here, he just strikes a different chord.

Missed our last meetings? Catch Up Below:

Mitsuya Takashi

Ken 'Draken' Ryuguji

Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano

Baji Keisuke

Who should be next TOMAN boy? Or should it be someone else?

CW: A CRAP TON OF SWEARING, a tiny character spoiler, bullying & a sprinkle of violence✨.

Hakkai Shiba: This boy is truly the resident introvert, he can't help it at times, y'know certain things just sadly become custom and routine. So what happens when this resident introvert finds his back against the wall and has no where else to turn?

“Come on, you’re a Shiba! You’re brother is fucking crazy and wild, and you mean to tell me your a pussy?” One of the boys scoffed as the other boys laughed “How’d you even get into TOMAN?” Another boy chimed in as a hand brushes against his shoulder with another boy trying to level his laughter to finish his sentence “They must be letting anyone in, they’re just that desperate.” The boy finished as Hakkai balled his fist, trying to calm himself down because he knew that Mitsuya would definitely scold him for using force to solve his current situation. The ringleader of the bully clan was rolling his shoulders, readying himself to throw a quick jab to continue patronizing Hakkai, and if he had succeeded in doing so Hakkai wasn’t sure what he’d do, but he didn’t have to worry about that. Two medium sized pebbles hit the side of the ringleaders temple, one nearing his eye “Who the fuck threw that!” He yelled out as all three boys turned their heads in either direction to find the culprit , but to no avail, “You got someone fighting your own battles, pussy boy!” The ringleader accused, all the attention was back on Hakkai again, the ringleader attempted to grip the collar of Hakkai’s school uniform but the height difference didn’t work in the ringleader's favor.

Hakkai looked past the ringleader not wanting to show him any emotion, and that’s when he noticed movement in bushes, his attention focused on the bushes, until he saw a girl poke her head out, she raised her finger pressing it to her lips as she winked at him playfully as she brought her finger down to her slingshot pulling the pebble back as she closed an eye to focus on her target. As Hakkai watched her he realized she was aiming to high to be trying to hit the ringleader, but once the pebble had flew in the air he saw her frantically gesturing her hands in a backwards movement, and Hakkai wasted no time moving away from the ringleader, causing him to stare at Hakkai with a confused look. Hakkai looked over the boy's shoulder to see her counting down to herself as she looked up at something, and before Hakkai could crane his neck upwards, there was a series of pebbles and rocks falling from above them hitting all the little bully clan.

They let out a few shocked screams and raised their hands upwards to protect their faces as they ran away from Hakkai, still getting hit by the falling rocks in the process. Hakkai quickly looked back at the bush but the girl was gone, almost as if she was never there in the first place. Hakkai began to wonder if he had just imagined her in his mind until he felt a small tap on his arm. “Are you okay?” She asked as Hakkai went rigid  under her touch, only slowly nodding as he stared at the ground, she let out a soft gasp at the action. “Do you- do you not speak?” She asked again softly, as Hakkai looked up from the ground to see her face soften at the idea of him not being able to speak “Ye-ye-yes.” He whispered as a smile spread across her face, making her even cuter to him. He wanted to thank her, ask her name, but his nerves got the best of him, it’s not as if he didn’t want to talk to girls, he just could never get the words out. “It’s okay, you’re shy. Well Shy Shiba, I’m glad you’re okay.” She told him, during their one sided conversation.

She waved as a farewell and began to spin on her heel to walk in the opposite direction and without any thought Hakkai’s hand had stretched out from his side to grab her wrist gently, halting her from moving. “Yes Shy Shiba?” She asked, turning her head to reveal the sweet smile on her face. “My name… my name is Ha-Hakkai.” He replied softly as she nodded “Okay Hakkai, would you like to walk home together?” She asked as he nodded, a soft smile appearing on his face as she giggled “Someone’s gotta keep you safe Shyakkai.” She teased as he let out a chuckle, but he quickly caught himself as he turned his head away from her to hide the blush on his cheeks. As they continued walking down the streets, Hakkai didn’t even realize that her hand was wrapped around his forearm as they walked together in silence but he made no notion to move away from her, he enjoyed the feeling, the warmth and the welcoming silence.

[blu-joons]

Opposites Attract ~ Jung Hoseok

You had felt the eyes of the other members staring across at you for most of the night. It was always the case whenever you were around, quizzical gazes were often exchanged whenever you were around and by Hobi’s side.

“Does anyone want another drink?” Jungkook called out from one end of the table, placing his empty wine glass down.

Hobi’s eyes looked across at you, resting his hand against your leg. “Do you want another drink?” He asked you, glancing across at the empty glass that you had too beside your plate.

Your head nodded as Hobi turned back around to tell Jungkook that both you and him wanted another drink. The response earned a couple of sniggers from around the table, causing Hobi to look around questionably at his members who wore big smiles.

You sunk a little further down in your seat, feeling your cheeks begin to flush red as plenty of attention was placed on you, something that you never liked, especially around the group.

“Anyone got something to say?” Hobi asked, much more confidently than you ever would. You could feel the tension growing around the table which made you feel horrifically uncomfortable.

Neither of them wanted to be the first to speak, but they were also well aware that they wouldn’t get away with saying nothing from the icy stare that Hobi had over them. He wanted answers, having seen how awkward you’d been becoming for quite some time.

“It’s just…you’re so different,” Namjoon finally spoke up for the group.

Hobi’s brows knitted together, “what does that have to do with you guys all laughing? Is that really what you all find so funny?”

The two of you didn’t see it, but the boys definitely did. The two of you were like opposite ends of magnets, you shouldn’t attract, but you do. Every trait Hobi has, can’t be found in you, just like every trait found in you, can’t be found in Hobi.

At times, watching the two of you was almost like looking at other ends of the spectrum in terms of your personalities.

“You were so loud then, and Y/N was just so shy.”

“She didn’t speak to us,” Taehyung pointed out.

Jin quickly nodded beside him, “it’s not a bad thing, but the two of you are just so different, that it almost makes you alike, you’re the perfect combination for each other really.”

“We never imagined that you’d be with someone so…opposite.”

Your smile softened as the boys began to explain themselves, even you weren’t blind to how Hobi’s personality was everything that yours wasn’t.

Hobi however, wasn’t quite as convinced as you are. “There’s nothing wrong with Y/N being quiet, I just like to look after her as I’ve got a bit more of a louder voice than she has.”

“You don’t need to explain Hobi, we know the two of you get on.”

Since he started dating you, Hobi often felt like he needed to explain his relationship, not just to the boys, but everyone. When the two of you first started dating there had been a lot of comments which Hobi took to heart. He was sensitive, whilst you had a bit more of a thicker skin to deal with it.

The emotional side of your relationship was usually covered by Hobi, which was another of the biggest opposites between you both. The boys knew that he was the one that got hurt by their teasing more than you ever were, you just took it all in your stride with a smile.

“Do you know though?” Hobi asked back across to Yoongi who sat opposite him.

Yoongi’s head nodded instantly, “the two of you are perfect for each for that exact reason, you compliment the faults in each other.”

“Y/N’s faultless,” he complimented, creating a chorus of retching noises to echo around the table. “What?” He laughed, “it’s true, I wish I had a personality more like hers sometimes.”

Your eyes widened at his sudden confession, if anything, you wanted to learn a bit more from Hobi and try and find more of a voice within yourself to stand up for yourself. You could often only sit back and admire when he’d become the ringleader of the group whilst you preferred to take a step back and observe events unfold silently.

Hobi’s own smile grew at the stare you had over him, “you look like I’ve just told you that I’m going to break up with you, what’s with the icy stare?”

“I just don’t see why you’d want to be like me.”

“See, this is what we’re saying,” Jimin interrupted, “the two of you are opposites, which is why you’re attracted to each other. You recognise new things in each other that you don’t see in yourselves which is why it works so well.”

Jimin’s words resonated with you both, in each other, you both saw qualities that you’d swap with your own because the other made those qualities look so much better. Whilst you wanted to be a little louder, Hobi was desperate to become a little bit quieter.

“I guess I do want to be a bit more like Hobi, that’s why I admire him so much.”

His head shook, leaning across to press a kiss against your cheek as another chorus of retches came from around the room. As soon as he pulled away from you, Hobi glared around the table, tutting at the attitude of his friends.

“All of you stink of jealousy right now,” he teased, “it must kill you to be single.”

Namjoon was the first to speak, “we’re just waiting to find our Y/N’s.”

A light giggle came from you as you tried to find your voice and make yourself heard around the table of incredibly loud boys.

“If opposites attract as well as the two of you show, then I need to start going out a bit more,” Yoongi joked, “and start talking to more girls.”

Your head shook back at Hobi, all seven of the boys had qualities that you adored, qualities that you knew so many other people would adore in them one day too.

“It’s not all about opposites you guys, love is what is most important,” you told them.

A sudden cheer came from around the table as you spoke up for the first time throughout the night. Your eyes rolled as each of them leaned across and high fived you as they finally heard your voice.

“She speaks,” Jungkook laughed, “I always wondered what your voice would sound like, and after six months I’ve finally found out the answer.”

“Funny,” you mocked, rolling your eyes back across at him, “because I was wondering at what point I get to stop listening to your voice?”

Your sudden reaction brought a huge reaction out of the boys as Jungkook slipped away from the table, finally making his way over to the bar.

“Maybe she’s taking after Hobi after all,” Taehyung chuckled.

“Maybe they’re not so opposite as we thought.”

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Masterlist

[13uswntimagines]

Things *Good* Alphas Do (Alpha!Becky x Alpha!Alyssa x Omega!Reader)

Request: Alpha Alyssa and Alpha Becky/ Omega reader where she’s newer to the team and really shy, especially around alphas and Becky and Alyssa come up with elaborate plans to spend time with her (with the teams help) and omega reader slowly falls for them especially when they protect her from a push alpha when they’re out somewhere?

Alyssa watched you from across the bar. Tracking every movement you made as you ordered your drink next to Mal. The other omega was leaning heavily on you, and she made a mental note to give Rose a heads up. 

The team paid little attention to her protective stare, more than used to her and Becky’s possessive (but carefully restrained) behavior around you. They understood the delicateness of your situation. 

You weren’t just shy, that much had been overwhelmingly obvious since you had joined the team about six months ago. When you first arrived, you were skidding beyond belief, flinching every time an alpha so much as looked in your direction. Even around the two women who were destined to be your mates. 

It was a slow process but the omega’s on the team had eventually gained your trust, and in turn began their plan to get you to accept your alphas. 

*****

Attempt 1 - one month in

Christen was the first person you trusted. Her quiet, calm nature resonated with you and you found that her alpha, Tobin’s, chill vibes didn’t set off warning bells in your brain. 

You loved hanging out with her (the team joked that you followed her around like a puppy for those first weeks), and morning Yoga together had quickly become an integral part of your routine. You didn’t like it when people messed with your routines. 

“I didn’t know you two did yoga,” You mumbled, raising your eyebrows at the two alphas shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. 

“We wanted to try something new if that’s ok with you?” Becky asked hesitantly, reaching out to carefully run a hand down your arm. 

“We thought it would be a good way to enjoy the view,” Alyssa shrugged, the only indication she was nervous of your answer was her worrying her lip between her teeth. 

You glanced worriedly at Christen. You had come to look forward to yoga. It helped you to relax and center yourself before having to deal with the craziness of the team. 

She nodded encouragingly at you, a small smile playing on her lips as she released a bit of her soothing scent (your alphas did too, but at a much lower rate- afraid that overwhelming you with pheromones wouldn’t work well in their favor). 

“I’m sure they’ll be fine, our routine isn’t too complicated,” 

“And they’re going to be over here by me,” Tobin added, gesturing towards two yoga mats a little ways away from the ones you and Christen were going to use. 

You were pretty ok around Becky and Alyssa (your inner omega definitely recognized them as her mates), but no one wanted to push you too fast too soon. You eyed the spot Tobin had pointed to and your alphas respectively. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust them, it was just that the previous alphas in your life hadn’t made you feel confident that they would treat you as an equal. That they wouldn’t push you to accept them before you were ready too. 

“We respect your boundaries y/n,” Becky said softly, her finger still rubbing your arm, her soothing scent getting just a little bit stronger. The lines for what you and your inner omega were comfortable with were set, and neither alpha was going to overstep it. 

“We just wanna be close to you,” Alyssa added, equally as soft. 

You paused, looking for any hint of dishonesty (unaware of the apprehensiveness leaking through your fledgling bond to your alphas). 

You nodded when you didn’t find any. “You can do yoga with us,” you smirked, feeding off of the excitement they were sending your bond“if you can keep up that is,”

Tobin cackled at your sudden surge of confidence and the wide eyes of your mates. They hadn’t gotten the chance to see your sassy side yet, and she knew that they were going to have their hands full. 

“Let’s get started then,” Christen laughed. This was going to be a fun morning. (And if Tobin got to watch your alphas fall all over themselves to get you to feel comfortable around them, then this was going to be a fun courtship to watch). 

*****

Attempt 2- 3 months in

“I wasn’t built for this,” Alyssa huffed as her head popped back above the water, whipping the hair from her face and clinging onto her surfboard for dear life. 

“And you think I was?” Becky grumbled, paddling over to her alpha mate, while still trying to keep an eye on their omega who was heading out past the breakers with Kelley in hopes of catching another massive wave. 

You had taken a long time to warm up to the feisty omega (you were still incredibly hesitant around her rambunctious blond alpha). They were happy that the omega’s on the team were starting to really crack your shell. It helped that most of them were into the same crazy activities you were. 

The team was trying to take advantage of your love of surfing as a way to help your alphas bond with you, but it wasn’t exactly going to plan. No one had accounted for the fact that neither of your alphas was particularly good on a surfboard, or in the water for that matter. So they had spent the majority of the day watching as you, Kelley, Tobin, and Alex had basically swum circles around them. 

“Looks like you two got yourselves a daredevil for a mate,” Emily snorted, coming up beside them. Her watchful eye never left where her mate was moving next to you. 

The two of you had a knack for finding trouble, but she hoped that didn’t extend to the waves. 

“I don’t know how you all do this,” Alyssa huffed, finally pulling herself up on her board. 

Emily shrugged with a giggle. It was hilarious the lengths your alphas went to spend time with you. “Lots of practice my friend. At least you have more patience than the rest of us,” 

Becky and Alyssa shared a look as you paddled after a giant wave. It seemed that you were definitely going to give them a run for their money. When you were more comfortable and you had finally accepted them as your mates, they were going to have to set some boundaries for sure. 

“I didn’t know she had it in her,” Ashlyn cackled, joining the group watching the two omega’s shred that monster wave. 

Your alphas jaws dropped in awe, excitement and pride surged both ways through your (slightly stronger) fledgling bond. 

“We might wanna duck dive,” Emily mumbled just before she disappeared into the water. 

“What?” Becky asked, glancing at Ashlyn who also dove under. She turned back towards Alyssa, her eyes widening when she saw the giant wave coming right for them. 

Alyssa’s gaze followed hers, 

“fuck” she hissed, just as the force of the wave took them, tossing them around like socks in a washing machine. Their boards flew out from under them in the watery barrage but surprisingly didn’t become untethered from their ankles. 

Both alphas made it back to the surface with minimal sputtering, dragging themselves the rest of the way inland. They were very much done for the day, but it appeared you weren’t. 

Your head popped up above the water with a huge grin on your face. Kelley’s wasn’t too far behind you. The two of you shared several words before hopping on your boards and heading back out through the surf to do it all again. 

The alphas shook their heads. 

“We need to convince her that cuddles and movies are just as good,” Becky grumbled, and Alyssa nodded in return. The yoga was hard, but at least it hadn’t almost killed them. Hopefully, whatever plan the team came up with next didn’t involve more extreme sports. 

*****

Attempt 3- 6 months in 

You stood there with your arms crossed, glaring daggers at the two alphas in front of you. You were sure they could feel the frustrated pheromones rolling off you, and your agitation leaking through your evergrowing bond. 

You were fairly comfortable with the women who you knew were your mates, but you weren’t quite ready to take the leap and admit your feelings. You also weren’t really fond of this little surprise they had sprung on you for your team-bonding night seating arrangements. 

Every seat in the hotel room was taken except for the one in between your mates on one of the queen size beds. 

“Are we going to pretend that you two didn’t plan this?” You growled at the alphas, who were shrinking back into the bed. 

“We didn’t!” They exclaimed, Becky, holding her hands up in surrender while Alyssa seemed to tuck into herself (which was completely hilarious because of how big she was). They both released a little bit of their scents (along with several members of the team), hoping to appease your very unamused inner omega. 

“Well, it’s one hell of a coinkydink that the only open seat is between you,” You huffed, not buying the innocent act they were playing up. 

Your alphas sent a pleading look towards the ringleader of this particular attempt, “They had nothing to do with this short stack. It was all Sammy’s idea,” Kelley shrugged. 

“Hey!” Sam exclaimed at the same time Mal giggled out a “Right under the bus,” 

You glared at the omega’s who had become your friends over the past several camps. “You all need to stop meddling,” 

Kelley rolled her eyes. You were utterly adorable when you were trying to be grumpy (Kelley was sure your alphas would agree- if the looks they were giving you were anything to go by). “Yeah, yeah. Just sit down already,” she said, kicking your butt from her place cuddling into Emily on the other bed. 

You tipped forward, landing in Becky’s lap with a huff. She steadied your shoulders as you scrambled from her lap (ignoring the way your inner omega preened at the attention). 

“You alright darling?” Alyssa asked, watching carefully as you wiggled in between them into a more comfortable position. 

“Mm fine,” You mumbled, sighing when you finally found a comfortable position (completely ignoring the fact that it had you pressing into Alyssa’s taller frame). She smiled indulgently at you, slowly working her arm behind both you and Becky to make herself a more comfortable pillow for you. 

Becky’s hand came up to rub soothing circles on your arm, working her way very slowly up your shoulder and towards your neck. You hummed lightly, sinking further into Alyssa. 

You couldn’t help how relaxed you were around the women. How absolutely safe you felt. Your eyes slowly dropped shut. You guessed the warmth of your mates (the soothing pheromones they were releasing) was causing your exhaustion to finally catch up with you. But you still didn’t want to fall asleep. It would make you a perfect target for a joke from the other youngins. 

“Just relax, we’ll take care of you,” Alyssa whispered into your hair, placing a very sweet kiss on your temple. 

“Promise?” You asked, quaking an eyebrow. They had gained your trust over the last six months, but you still needed to make sure before you let go completely. 

“Always,” Becky nodded. You hummed in agreement, finally giving in to the pull of sleep, confident that your alphas would ward off any unwanted pranks. 

*****

You were having the best time ever. You were never really a fan of bars or dancing, but here with the rest of your team, you were having a blast. 

Mal leaned heavily into your side “How do you do it?” She asked, her words still clear despite how many margaritas she’d had. 

“Do what?” Your eyebrows furrowing. You had no idea where this conversation was going, but if the shift in pheromones was anything, it wasn’t going to be a place you wanted to actually talk about. 

“Resist the urge to mate for so long,” Mal snorted, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

You felt heat flood your cheeks, traveling all the way up to your neck towards your ears. You didn’t have a lot of good experiences with alphas, and in the beginning, the quiet stillness of your mates had unnerved you. You wondered when they would drop the calm and patient act and try to take what they believed was theirs. 

Over time, you learned that they never would. They would never cross a boundary you weren’t comfortable conceding. You learned how to trust them, how to finally let yourself begin to lean into the feelings your inner omega so strongly believed in. You were getting closer and closer to finally being ready for them, it had just taken you longer than most (something your alphas assured you they were fine with). 

“I-... I don’t,” You stuttered, but it seemed like Mal didn’t even realize your internal spiraling. 

“I was barely able to hold out for a week with Rosie. We met and it was like bang- insta-heat,” she rambled on leaning in very close to your ear, her head lolling to the side on your shoulder. “they love you, you love them, so what’s the holdup?” 

You sighed. You did love them, and your inner omega yearned to finally take them as your mates, but it was just so overwhelming. You didn’t want your relationship to be dictated by instincts, but you wouldn’t deny that you were slowly falling for the women who had worked their way into your heart. 

“I’m trying to get-...” You started, only to get interrupted by a new presence right over your shoulder. 

“Hey ladies, what are two little omegas doing here by their little lonesome,” He said, flashing you what you assumed was his most charming smile as he pumped out his cloying scent. 

Your nose wrinkled involuntarily- his calling pheromones were absolutely disgusting to the earthy sweetness your mates sometimes used to help you calm yourself down. 

“We’re not alone. Thanks,” You mumbled, pulling Mal tighter to you. She may act like your protector for the most part, but that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t step up.

The alpha chuckled, stepping closer to you and placing an unwanted hand on your arm. “Oh contrare. You can’t fool me with that omega on omega shit,”

More of his disgusting scent pressed over you, calling for your submission. You steeled yourself, fighting against the urge. You had raced worse on the soccer pitch from opponents far more dominant than this duchbag. He didn’t deserve the honor of your submission. 

“Don’t touch me,” You growled, staring him defiantly in the eyes and shrugging his grip off your arm. 

His lips twitched as though he was amused by your defiance. “Come on baby, quit playing so hard to get,” he said, his hand returning just a little bit higher on your arm. You winced at the tight hold, opening your mouth to respond, only to be cut off from a low and dangerous growl from behind the man. “I believe she said to let go,” Alyssa said.

“Now!” Becky added, and it felt like something in your chest loosened. Their pheromones drowned out his scent, wrapping around you like the world’s softest blanket. Like everything would be alright now that they were here. 

The alpha smirked and shot a low growl back at the two enraged alphas. “Whoa, calm down. She’s just playing a little hard to get. Now get lost, I was here first,” 

Becky stepped forward, gripping the alpha’s forearm so tightly you were sure his bones were straining under the stress. “You will take your hand off our mate before we remove it for you,” She rumbled, the sound resonating in her chest, as Alyssa stepped in between you and the alpha, acting as a shield. 

“Fuck you guys,” The alpha hissed, finally letting go of you and storming off to go harass some other omega’s. 

That when you noticed everything was shaking, or maybe it was you that was shaking? At some point during the exchange, Rose had come to retrieve Mal, dragging her away from the cloud of angry and dominant pheromones. 

Alyssa turned and pulled you inter her arms, and you buried your face in her chest. Becky hugged you from behind, encapsulating you in their warmth and protection. 

“You alright, babydoll?” Becky asked as Alyssa started to purr to soothe you. 

“Hmm, just hold me,” You hummed, your omega finally calming down. The arms of your alphas tightened around you. You were safe with them, and they would always be there for you. You knew that. 

“Always darling,”

[early2000smovieimagines]

Meeting and Dating Fred Weasley

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- It’s sort of hard to ignore the Weasley twins, isn’t it? Tall redheads who play on the Quidditch team and are always bringing attention to themselves in one way or another? Little hard to miss.

- Speaking of being on the Quidditch team, that’s how the two of you first meet which, depending on what house you’re in, means that you either met during tryouts for the Gryffindor team or after/during a game against Gryffindor.

- The competitive and teasing Weasleys are going to mess with you either way but how they; mainly Fred, tease you somewhat depends on which house you’re in.

- The teasing which occurs regardless of what team you’re on includes: them playfully telling you not to screw something up, Fred smiling and insisting that you’re doing something wrong, him giving you compliments he jokingly pretends to not want to admit, etc.

- If you’re on the Gryffindor team then he’ll have more of an excuse to be around you and be more touchy, ruffling your hair, picking you up in a hug when you guys win a game, softly pushing/bumping shoulders with you, etc. Him and George are the bane of your existence and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

- It’s after one of your games that he finally asks you out. If you’re on the other team then you’d probably have to lose for him to do so, so sorry about that.

- He comes up to you and cheekily says “good game y/l/n” before asking “think you’d want to celebrate with me at Hogsmeade this weekend?”. This means that you either happily agree or teasingly ask what you’re celebrating, reminding him that your team lost.

“Why, you’re celebrating another great fight against the ultimate victor, of course!” He answers in an exaggerated voice, tossing his hair back while sticking his noise in the air.

“Alright, alright, sure. I’ll go with you to Hogsmeade.” You laugh in reply as the two of you walk towards the school.

- So yes, your first date takes place in the little village near the school. He keeps his arm around you as you walk in the snow together and talk. He also probably drags you to the joke shop which, knowing him, you probably should have anticipated said visit. He’s just as cheeky as always but hey, that’s what you like about him, right?

- The two of you share your first kiss about a week later, right before you go to get ready for another game; or at least before he does. He’d playfully asked for a little good luck kiss and you’d pressed one to his cheek. He hummed, saying that he “might need a little more than that”, giving you a grin as he pulls you in by your collar and presses a kiss to your lips.

“That’s better.” he’d said before sending you a wink and running off to get ready, leaving you standing there flustered yet happy.

- And just like that, the sneaky, secondhand robe wearing redhead had officially stolen your heart.

- Tons of pda. He’s a touchy boy and he loves loving on you; he can never get enough of it. 

- Fred’s used to sharing affection and attention with a bunch of other people so he’s always eager to have yours. Surprise him with a hug or a kiss on the cheek and he’s a happy boy. 

- His hand is constantly on your thigh. Sometimes it’s purposefully placed there, other times he’ll just rest it there without thinking after he pats you on the leg. 

- Hugs from behind. He loves to whisper things in your ear or duck his head down to brush his lips against your neck, making you giggle and squirm as he holds on tight. 

- Temple kisses.

- Teasing words leading into kisses. He likes making playful comments, his face moving closer to yours before he finally connects your lips. 

- Sweet, soft kisses. He’ll just keep going in for another as you’re half distracted, doing so until you finally giggle and softly push him away. 

- Him stealing kisses from you before you can do anything, either on your lips or somewhere else. He likes quickly giving you a peck before running off with George to do something. 

- Lots of snogging.

- He can cuddle you in just about any position and be happy but he has a particular fondness for when you lay in the crook of his arm with his head resting against yours. 

- He always pulls you to sit down next to him whenever you’re in the great hall together; or wherever else you can be together. 

- Him lounging between your legs; especially when you’re with your friends. He likes resting the back of his head on your stomach/chest and feeling you wrapped around him. 

- Soft looks. He acts like this cheeky menace all the time but he’s really a softy when he’s with you. George gives him smug and amused looks when he catches him looking at you like you’re the moon. 

- He likes calling you things like pretty girl, lovely, and sweetheart. 

- Flirting and pick up lines. Usually you flirt with someone when you want to date them but not Fred. No, Fred started really flirting with you after you became a couple. 

- Teasing; in every sense of the word. Poor girl, you’re never left alone. 

- He thinks spooking you is highly amusing. He likes seeing you jump or jolt at his sudden appearance, loving the way you slap his arm and whine at him. 

- Pranks, both getting them played on you and helping him play them on others. 

- Getting roped into things. He’s the ringleader of most of the twins shenanigan's so its only natural. 

- Mini competitions and bets. He’s a competitive boy and he likes that determined look on your face; and bragging to you or watching you brag when one of you wins. 

- Passing notes in class.

- Sneaking around the school together using the marauders map and his sheer knowledge of the school. 

- Getting to keep his old sweaters when he outgrows them. They’re the only piece of clothing that he can really give you, considering everything else can go to his siblings. 

- Sometimes, you’ll get him a little gift and he won’t be able to stop smiling for the rest of the day. He cherishes it; especially when you aren’t there to see. Occasionally, he’ll just hold it in his hands and smile when he’s alone in his room. 

- Snowball fights and snowman building. 

- Being dragged into Zonko’s shop whenever you go to Hogsmeade. 

- Study dates. He usually gets very distracted by you and just tries to persuade you to go do something more entertaining. He’s never been a big fan of academics, not unless he’s trying to mess with you and teasingly not pay you attention when you want it. 

- He probably likes writing stupid stuff on you or your things, stuff like “Fred’s property” or “Gryffindor rules”, etc. 

- Celebrating with him after he wins Quidditch games and being invited to join his family whenever they go to professional ones. 

- Compliments and flattery. “How is my beautiful girlfriend”, “have I told you how amazing you are today”, most of the Weasleys know how to get what they want through flattery and he’s no exception. He also just likes making you flustered. 

- He believes in you more than anyone else. He knows exactly how impressive you are and what you can do. 

- Visiting the burrow whenever you can.

- Molly loves you; especially if you try to keep Fred out of trouble. You’re like another daughter to her once she sees that you’re a good match and a good  influence on her lovely little man. 

- George third wheeling a lot or having double dates with you; when he does manage to get a girlfriend. Although, it’s not really third wheeling when it’s Georgie, is it? He’s just a part of you. 

- Getting to hear all about their new products and how they work, occasionally helping them come up with things or explaining why they wont work/testing them out. He gets sort of shy when you earnestly call him brilliant. 

- Visiting him at the shop and possibly working there if that’s what you want to do.

- Him trying to impress you with his tricks and fishing for your praise. Once again: a bit deprived of attention; though that’s not Molly’s fault. 

- He can certainly be a bit of a jerk but he’s always there to comfort you and make you feel better. It’s what older brothers do best. 

- Jealous boy. He’ll always clench his jaw when he sees you smiling or laughing with someone else. He’ll come over and kiss your head, interrupting the two of you and asking “what’s going on over here?” when he thinks they’re getting a little too comfy. He’ll definitely prank the hell out of someone if he learns they made a move on you. 

- Protective. He’s an older brother to a younger sister, it’s in his blood to watch over little ladies that he cares about; even if he gives you hell from time to time. 

- The two of you don’t really “fight” but you do bicker quite a bit, though that’s usually resolved fairly easily since you’ll pretty much just move on and forget about it. If you do fight fight then he’ll usually try to play it off and insist that the issue isn’t a big deal which doesn’t help his case. 

- If he was in the wrong then he’d give you an “okay, okay, I’m sorry” but it’s usually a bit too late at that point. He’ll give you a little space before he comes around and gives you a proper apologize, acting too cute for you to stay mad at him. 

- If you’re in the wrong then he’ll be serious for once, arguing with you until it’s settled and you apologize/agree to never do it again. Only then will he let out a breath and an “okay” and wait a minute before pulling you into a hug. 

- Lots of I love you’s, usually sung out playfully. He loves hearing you say it to him too; even if he only shows it by failing to stop himself from smiling. 

- The two of you have a long and happy life together. He knows that you’re the one for him and is eager to start a little army of hellraisers with you. 

[cheeriecherry]

Space Between [Aizawa Shouta x F!Reader x Yamada Hizashi] [1/9]

EraserMic x Reader

Part 1/8

Warnings: None, like 2 swears

You stare out the window of the plane, past your own reflection. In the darkness below, you can see the runway lights approaching fast, bright beacons in the shadow of night. You can hardly believe you’re about to land back in Japan.

It’s been years since you’ve set foot in the country, two and a half, to be specific, and to say you’re nervous is an understatement. You wonder if they’ll be there, your old friends, waiting for you. You’d called them earlier in the week, only ever reaching their voicemails, but you’d left them messages saying when you’d arrive…and that you’d explain everything.

When you left so long ago, it had been without a word. One day you were living your life, the next you were being shipped off to the United States, to work undercover. You hadn’t been allowed to tell anyone where you were going, or for how long. You’d just…left.

You hoped that they’d both be there. God, did you hope.

Not that they owed you anything, but the logical side of your mind told you they’d be likely to give you the benefit of the doubt, and hear what you had to say. At least, Hizashi probably would.

You’d known the blond since you were small children, having lived in the same neighborhood and gone to the same elementary school. You hadn’t met Shouta until years later, when you started high school.

The two of you hadn’t hit it off immediately. In fact. you’d found him to be aloof beyond measure, uninterested, and stubborn…but Hizashi really seemed to like him. So you’d made a point to try and get along, and it had eventually proved fruitful.

He had been difficult to get to know, but once you learned a little more about each other you’d found you had a lot in common. He was funny, in his own way, kind, and cared deeply about others, even if he didn’t show it on the surface.

And Hizashi seemed pretty pleased that you two had finally made nice with one another.

Your thoughts drift further along as you think more about the friends you left behind, the shaky beginnings of friendship, the stressful mayhem of your budding hero careers. You smile to yourself, recalling the shitty one bedroom apartment the three of you had crammed into in your early twenties, none of you being able to afford much more.

It had been nonstop work, back then. Double shifts for weeks in a row, extra patrols, second (and third) jobs on the side, all to earn enough cash to make your own way in the world. You’d been so grateful to have them back then. They made the hassle of it all worthwhile.

You’d come to the conclusion pretty early on that your feelings for them weren’t totally platonic, but you’d never had the desire to act on it. You were comfortable with where your life had been, and maybe fear had held you back, but you hadn’t wanted to risk messing anything up.

Besides, the two of them always seemed to pay more attention to each other than to you.

“Pardon me, Miss.”

You snap out of your thoughts when a gentle hand rests on your shoulder. You look up at the smiling flight attendant with wide eyes, electricity buzzing through your body where she touched you.

She lets you know the plane has landed and that the rest of the passengers have exited the deck (a quick glance around proves this), and that if you need help carrying anything to let her know. You thank her quietly, apologize for holding everyone up, and make your way into the airport.

—-

You squint as you walk into the building, which -even at such a late hour- is busy with people. The fluorescent lights almost burn your eyes, and the din around you is loud enough that you almost miss the sound of your name being called.

Thankfully, you manage to hear the quick footsteps behind you, before you’re scooped up like a doll and squished in a hug.

“Y/N! We missed you!”

You squirm a little in Hizashi’s arms, trying to regain your balance, but he only spins you in a circle and hugs you harder. You find yourself smiling, despite your earlier unease. He was here. He’d heard you. He’d come for you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Shouta meandering towards you, hands shoved in his pockets and donning his usual expression. You smile at him, too, and offer him a hug after you’re finally set down.

He’s softer and significantly more calm about it, but his grip on you is tight and warm. You sigh and lean into him, resisting the urge to stay like that for longer than necessary.

“I have a lot of explaining to do, huh?” you say, keeping your tone light. A fresh wave of guilt washes over you when you remember everything that’s happened, and everything you did. They were here now, but you could only guess what they were thinking and feeling; disappointment, shock, anger…

The three of you wander over to the baggage claim area, and stand in a small huddle while you wait for your things.

“Your voicemail said you were undercover,” Hizashi says, and you nod.

“Yeah, for two and a half years.” Shouta grumbles, low enough that you almost miss it. You fiddle with the sleeves of your shirt, avoiding their gazes.

“I’m sorry,” your voice is small, “Truly. If I could have told you about anything, I would have. The commission estimated the mission would only last a couple weeks, but…”

“Two and a half years.”

You droop. “It was supposed to be a small takedown, for some small-time ringleader in the states. Get in, get out, don’t get caught.”

Shouta watches a luggage bag pass by, carefully disinterested. “So what went wrong?”

You shrug. “Local lowlife ended up being part of an international smuggling ring. We could have taken the guy out, but then we would’ve lost the only source we had to something bigger. So we stayed, and we spied, and we put a lot of people in prison.”

Hizashi pulls a bag off the conveyor. “And you got yourself on someone’s shit list.”

“Oh, without a doubt,” you laugh, but neither of them do.

You reach for the handle of your bag, but Hizashi swings it away before you even get close. You roll your eyes and complain, but let him carry it anyways, the three of you lulling into silence on the way out.

Only when you’re outside do either of them speak again.

“You kept saying ‘we’, back there,” Shouta says, and Hizashi tacks on, “Did you have a partner?”

You’re quiet for a moment, pensive. Sad. Guilty.

“Yeah,” you try to keep your voice even, “I did.”

My fault.

You shake the thought away and pretend to miss the glance that the two of them share with each other, walking a few steps ahead of them. It’s obvious that it’s not something you’re willing to talk about right now, even if you weren’t exhausted from the flight and lack of sleep.

You reach the car before them, recognizing the old vehicle as the one Hizashi owned before you’d left.

“We’re glad you’re back, in any case,” he says, unlocking the side door for you to slip in. “It hasn’t been the same without you around.”

You smile at that, but you’re certain it doesn’t reach your eyes. Your mind is elsewhere, now, lost in old thoughts. 

Shouta slides into the front passenger seat, peering back at you in the mirror. “We’ll be home soon. Try not to fall asleep back there, you know you get motion sick.”

You snort, but you can feel your eyelids falling. “I won’t fall asleep, I’m stronger than-” You break off into a yawn. “…Maybe not. Just drop me off at a hotel, okay? I don’t mind staying there for a while-”

“You’re kidding, right?” Hizashi plops into the driver’s seat, and starts the car. “You seriously think we’d just toss you out like that? No ma’am, you can crash on our couch!”

“It’s gonna be a couple weeks until I can find a place,” you explain, tiredness beginning to seep into your voice, “and I really don’t wanna take up space-”

Shouta reaches back without looking and pinches your leg. “Your money is better spent on new living arrangements,” he says, and you swat at him, “Don’t blow it on some shit hotel when you have people who want to house you.”

You grumble a little, but relent, knowing he’s right.

“So, you two are still living together, huh?” you ask, trying to change the conversation to something more comfortable. “I would’ve sworn you guys would have enough saved up to get your own places by now.”

“We’re engaged, so it makes sense.”

Your eyebrows shoot up at this, surprise evident in your expression. Engaged? Your stomach does little flips, and for a moment you’re not sure if they’re good or bad. On one hand, you’re glad they’re happy and together. On the other hand…seeing them after so long has definitely begun to resurface some old feelings.

You smile, masking the sadness. “I really missed a lot, huh? I didn’t even know you guys liked each other.”

Hizashi grins in the rear view mirror. “Some things came to light after you…left. We admitted some feelings, tried a few things out, and the rest is history.”

Your stomach sinks, all the butterflies you’d had instantly dying. “I’m glad you guys had each other. I’m…I’m sorry.”

Shouta reaches back again, but you manage to dodge his pinching attack this time. You slap at each other for a couple seconds, before you’re scolded for roughhousing in the car.

“You don’t need to keep apologizing,” he says, “we get why you had to leave, now. Besides, you’re back. We can pick up where we all left off.”

Where you left off, huh? Where you’d left off, you’d been overworked and pining hard for two of the dumbest smart people you’d ever known. Were you doomed to that fate again?

Still, you tell them, “That sounds perfect.”

[amajikilvr]

headcanon corner - tamaki’s childhood

notes most, if not all, of these were happily discussed with @fruggykitty so this post is dedicated to them with much love !

starting from a early age, tamaki’s father wasn’t really involved or present in his life. the short period of time where his parents were still together did have a bit of an effect on him, but it’s not something he particularly dwells on. his childhood was stable and pleasant for the most part.

he’s an only child! it’s pretty much just him and his mom. they’ve always been very close and have a great relationship. she’s a sweet and soft spoken lady and tamaki resembles her quite closely; taking on most of her features besides his eye shape and trademark ears which he wears much better than his dad.

i like to think tamaki was quite a lively and goofy toddler! he hadn’t really grown into that shy demeanor yet and he loved to make people laugh in whatever way he could. it wasn’t uncommon for him to say or do something silly in an attempt to get a chuckle out of an onlooking adult.

his favorite thing to do was wiggling his ears and he got genuinely impressed reactions due to him being so young and teaching himself the little trick.

and we can see that tamaki retained some of that humor through flashbacks and mirio’s own words-

when he got older and more bashful, tamaki was only really comfortable around his mom and a regular babysitter who he would later become convinced he’d marry.

he did cry a lot, but it wasn’t so much from tantrums or meltdowns, he was just very sensitive. baby tamaki would often try to hide whatever he was upset about and his mom would have to coax it out of him after easily noticing him whimpering and covering his cherub face.

picky eater and tamaki were never in the same sentence! he was a parent’s dream when it came to preparing meals; always ready to try new things and eating every vegetable put on his plate.

timidly hiding behind his mom’s skirt or dress? most definitely.

he loved to read and be read to. usually, his go-to was educational nonfiction books. getting his fill of facts about dinosaurs and insects or whatever it was became a quick favorite past time for younger tamaki.

one of his favorite toys was an elaborate train set. he liked to create plenty of storylines for the little towns he’d put together. he actually liked to play by himself too, verbalizing his ideas out loud to no one in particular.

his love for butterflies stemmed after he read enough about them. he was utterly fascinated by them so his mom bought him a butterfly hatching kit. taking care of the pupas became the priority of his young life. he named every single one! and he cried when it was time to let the newly hatched butterflies go.

he still smiles whenever he spots a butterfly fluttering across campus.

tamaki was very sweet and easygoing, but he did have a mischievous streak! he was always adorably apologetic whenever he did end up misbehaving, saying as many sorry’s as he could fit in one minute.

and mirio! the cutest pair of best friends! their combined active imagination led to many hilarious instances that would later become treasured inside jokes.

one might think mirio was the sole ringleader for their schemes, but that definitely wasn’t the case...

tamaki’s mom considers mirio to be a second son and the feeling is mutual. mirio always makes sure to chat with her and help her out in whatever way he can.

baking cookies with mirio and his mom are some of tamaki’s favorite memories. even with their busier lives in the present, the three of them will still sometimes cook dinner together and have a nice meal. it leaves the kitchen a mess, but it’s always fun.

when tamaki visits home, his mom will greet him by lovingly pulling at and squishing at his cheeks like she did when he was little. sure, they’re not as chubby anymore, but she loves to do it all the same and he’ll be disgruntled and not-so-secretly pleased while she does.

[thelittlesttimelord]

The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 9

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: The New Doctor Chapter 9 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 9/? SUMMARY: With the Doctor newly regenerated, he and Elise must now navigate their new relationship. The Doctor is an old man and Elise is a headstrong young woman. She is no longer the scared little girl the Doctor saved all those years ago. Will Clara be able to keep them from killing each other?

“In the contest for the golden arrow, after ten rounds, the battle is betwixt our Lord Sheriff and the stranger known as Tom the Tinker!”

Robin stepped forward and the crowd cheered.

“Take your places!”

“Shall we make the contest a little more interesting, my Lord? The targets seem a little close. What say you? Another twenty paces?” Robin asked the Sheriff.

“Why not?”

The target was moved further back and the Sheriff fired a black arrow from his bow. It hit the bullseye.

“Now, Tinker. Let us see thy true face,” the Sheriff said.

Robin’s white arrow split the Sheriff’s.

“Ye Gads! He has split the arrow! Truly, he is the finest archer in all England. Come forward, Tinker. And claim your prize!”

Before Robin could grab the golden arrow, a multicolored feather split Robin’s.

Elise rolled her eyes, although she was rather impressed.

“He still loves showing off, doesn’t he?” Clara asked.

“I'm the Doctor. My skills as a bowman speak for themselves. I claim my reward.”

The herald knelt and the Doctor took the golden arrow. “A mere bauble.” He tossed it to the side. “I want something else.”

“Name it,” the Sheriff said.

“Enlightenment.”

Robin split the Doctor’s arrow with another one of his. The Doctor fired an arrow that ricocheted off the armor of a guard and split Robin’s. Robin fired an arrow without looking and split the Doctor’s arrow.

There was something stirring in the back of Elise’s brain. This situation was familiar to her, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. She knew the memory was there, but her brain wouldn’t let her access it.

“This is getting silly,” the Doctor grouched and pointed his sonic screwdriver at the target.

It went up in a fiery explosion.

“Fascinating. Seize him!” the Sheriff ordered.

Three knights drew their swords, while Clara grabbed what looked like a spear and tried to swing, but it was obviously too heavy for the small brunette.

“What are you doing? Put that down!” the Doctor told her.

“I'm fine. I take Year Seven for after school Tae Kwon Do.”

Robin ran over to their small group. “Don't worry, fair lady. I'll save you.”

It took a moment for Elise to realize he was talking to her. “Hold on! I don't need saving!”

“Your honor is safe then.”

“My honor?”

Clara hit Elise lightly on the arm. “He’s flirting with you!”

“By implying I can’t take care of myself? I’m a Timelord.”

“Well he doesn’t know that!”

Robin whipped off his hat and everyone cheered. “For I am Robin. Robin Hood!” Robin sliced off one of the knight’s arm, but instead of blood spurting from the wound, it sparked.

The Doctor ran over and picked the arm up. “Robot.”

The knight’s visor opened to reveal a metal face.

“Now we're getting somewhere.”

“Take them. Kill the rest. Kill them all!” the Sheriff ordered.

The robot knights fired energy bolts from their forehead.

“He surrenders!” the Doctor yelled.

“What?” Robin asked.

The Doctor knocked Robin’s sword from his hand.

“You miserable cur. I had them on the run. Flee, lads, flee! Live to fight another day!” Robin yelled to his Merry Men.

“To the dungeons with all of them,” the Sheriff said.

The knights grabbed them.

“What are you up to?” Clara asked.

“Quickest way to find out anybody's plans, get yourself captured,” the Doctor told her.

Elise scoffed. “We always end up captured.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

They were taken to the castle dungeons.

Again, this situation felt too familiar to Elise, but the memory wouldn’t come to her.

The four of them were chained to posts in the room.

Clara and Elise were chained to one together.

“Splendid. Enchained,” Robin complained.

“Yep,” Clara said.

“Trussed up like turkey-cocks. Thanks to your friend.”

“Shut it, Hoodie. I saved your life,” the Doctor snapped.

“I had the situation well in hand.”

“Long-haired ninny versus robot killer knights? I know where I'd put my money.”

“If you had not betrayed me, I would have been triumphant.”

“You would have been a little puff of smoke and ashes.”

“Oh, ha!”

“You'd have been floating around in tiny little laughing bits in people's goblets.”

“Balderdash. Ha!”

“Oh, right, here we go. It's laughing time.”

“Well, you amuse me, grey old man.”

“Guard! He's laughing again! You can't keep me locked up with a laughing person.”

“Oh, I find that, I find that quite funny. Do you know, I feel another laugh coming on. A-ha-ha-ha!”

“Guards, I cannot remain in this cell. Execute me now.”

“If you two keep it up, I’ll execute you both!” Elise yelled at them, but the two men ignored her.

“You heard him. Execute the old fool.”

“No, hang on. Execute him.”

“I do not fear death, so execute away.”

“Execute him. I'd like to see if his head keeps laughing when you chop it off!”

“Oh, Robin Hood always laughs in the face of death.”

“Yes, rolling around the floor laughing, I would pay good money to see that.”

They both started yelling for the guard.

“Will you two, shut up!” Clara yelled, “Do either of you understand, in any way at all, that there isn't actually a guard out there?”

“Oh,” the Doctor said.

“I did, in fact,” Robin insisted.

“No, you didn't.”

“I said, shut up,” Clara snapped, “The Doctor and Robin Hood locked up in a cellar. Is this seriously the best that you can do? You're determined to starve to death in here squabbling.”

“Well, I'll tell you one thing. I'd last a lot longer than this desiccated man-crone,” Robin said.

The Doctor snorted in amusement. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Well, you know what? I think you'll find I have a certain genetic advantage.”

Clara yanked on the chain attached to his wrist.

“It is not a competition about who can die slower,” she told them.

“It would definitely be me, though, wouldn't it?”

“There was supposed to be a plan. Do either of you two have a plan?”

“Yeah, of course I have a plan.”

“I too have a plan,” Robin said.

“Okay. Robin, you first,” Clara told him.

“Why him?” the Doctor asked.

“Doctor, shut up. Robin, your plan.”

“I am biding my time.”

“Thank you, Prince of Thieves. Last of the Time Lords?”

“Yes, I have a plan,” the Doctor said.

“Can you explain your plan without using the word sonic screwdriver? Because you might have forgotten the Sheriff of Nottingham has taken your sonic screwdriver, just saying. It's always the screwdriver. Elise, you got anything?”

Elise sighed. “No. There’s nowhere to put my screwdriver in this dress.”

“You used to have a holster for it,” the Doctor said.

Elise’s eyes widened. “I what?”

The Doctor shook his head. “Never mind. Let's hear Robin's plan first.”

“Oh, for God's sake,” Clara groaned.

The door opened.

“See? There was a guard. There was guard listening the whole time, I knew it. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!” Robin said.

The guard was a man with no teeth, only rotten stumps. “The Sheriff himself commanded me to listen, to find out which of you is the true ringleader.”

“Ah, so he can do the interrogating. Very wise,” the Doctor said.

“Excellent. He will get nothing from me,” Robin insisted.

“No, no, no, no. no. He will get nothing from me, because interrogation, that's where I always turn the tables. You see, that's my plan.”

“Just hurry up and take me to him.”

“No, no, chop-chop, come on.”

The guard unlocked Clara’s chains.

“Seriously?” Clara asked.

“Come on,” the guard said, pulling her along.

“Take your hands off her!” Elise yelled, “Oi! I’m talking to you!”

“No,” the Doctor breathed.

“What are you doing?” Robin asked.

“Don't be ridiculous!”

The door slammed shut.

“If something happens to her, I will never forgive you,” Elise told her father.

“Clara will be fine.”

Elise laughed.

“What?” the Doctor asked her.

“Nothing. Nothing. It’s just…reminds me of the Pandorica is all.”

“The first time you spoke. ‘Course I’d heard you speak before…”

“Before what?”

“Nothing.”

“I’ve got an idea,” Robin said, “I need you to moan.”

“I'm sorry?” the Doctor asked.

“Beat your breast. Moan. Groan as though twenty devils possessed your guts.”

“What for?”

“So as to attract the attention of that gargoyle-faced guard.”

“It's your plan. You moan.”

“No, no. No, it won't work.”

“Why?”

“Oh, because you're clearly more advanced in years and you have a sickly aspect to you.”

“I have a what?”

“You're as pale as milk. It's the way with Scots. They're strangers to vegetables.”

“Oi!” Elise snapped. She would not stand by and let him insult the heritage of the woman who influenced this regeneration in both herself and her father.

“I'm not moaning. You moan,” the Doctor told him.

“Fine. If you want something doing...” Robin moaned loudly. “Can I rely upon you to do the rest?”

“Yes, yes, I know the drill.”

“What is this din?” the guard asked.

“No business of yours, cur.”

“Speak up. I can't hear you,” the Doctor muttered at Robin.

“What ails him?” the guard asked.

“None of your business.”

The guard entered the cell. “I said, what ails him?”

“Well, if you must know, he's having a nervous breakdown.”

“A what?”

“He's like this whenever he's in any kind of danger. He just can't seem to cope. He gets so afraid. He goes into a kind of fit. I honestly believe that he may die of sheer fright, like some tiny, shivering little mouse. Oh, God, I think he's soiled himself.” “Let him die. It will save us the trouble of executing him.”

“And what will happen to the reward?”

“Reward?”

“Oh, God, I shouldn't have said that.”

“Tell me!”

“He carries a vital message. The Prince has promised a bounty.”

“A big one?”

“An enormous one.”

Robin mumbled something.

“What’s that? Say again?” the guard asked. He leaned in towards Robin.

“Come closer. Your breath stinks like a serpent, has anyone ever told you that?” Robin head-butted the guard, knocking him out. “Soiled myself?” Robin asked the Doctor.

“Did you? That's getting into character. Okay, keys.”

The two of them started fighting over who was going to get the keys.

“I'll get them.”

“No, no. I'll get them.”

“I'll get them. I'll get them.”

“I'm fine, no, no worries. I've got them!”

“I've got them! I'll get…”

They ended up kicking the keys down a drain.

Elise groaned and slammed her head into the post. At this rate, they were never getting out.

“Well, there is a bright side,” the Doctor said.

“Which is?” Robin asked.

“Clara didn't see that.”

[builder051]

Whumptober 2021 day 9: presumed dead

Steelbridge 60s

Warnings for drug use, mentions of war (1960s Vietnam context)

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Steve’s gotten good at waiting. Sitting on the hard kitchen chairs, or, if he dares, on the couch, where he isn’t in direct view of the door. No matter where he’s chosen to put his body, he’s on edge. His heart pounds, and he tries to breathe quietly, lest he miss the sound of feet on the doormat. Bucky’s not always been good at letting himself in these days, slumping on the porch until he’s rescued.

It’s still daylight, but Steve feels he’s been waiting an inordinate amount of time. He’s not working at the shelter today, and he’s positive he told Bucky this. Repeatedly. Last night. And again this morning. Still he wonders if Bucky’s memory has held. If he showed up in the food line, though, Sam or whomever is serving would be in the know enough to send him back home.

Steve knows that’s unlikely, though. Bucky’s probably out with his… friends? Steve hates to call them that, but it’s most definitely true. So what if they’re crack slingers; they make Bucky feel happy and welcome. They seem to fill a need Steve can’t begin to understand, let alone try to fill.

Steve thinks he trusts Hawk, the ringleader of their little organization. He might be the supplier, but he’s the one who has brought Bucky home when he’s too sick to stand on his feet. Steve assumes he knows how to dial for an ambulance as well.

Nat Steve trusts as well, though a bit more loosely. Steve’s never seen her sober, and she does dumb things, like crossing the street in front of speeding cars, but her intentions are pure. Playing guitar for world peace ebbs lazily into heroin coma, with bouts of sporadic logic in between. Steve’s seen it all. Over the course of a day. Probably over the course of an hour.

Then there’s Darcy, the tag-along, who Steve gathers is either so misguided, or so addicted, that all she seems to do is lie around beside Bucky and try to neck him. Steve’s shocked that sometimes he lets her. But, he can put two and two together, even if Bucky doesn’t tell him. There were drugs in ‘Nam. Probably girls. A lot of laying around waiting for shit to happen.

It’s not really Bucky’s fault, per se. Steve can’t blame him for coming home with addictions that are far above his ability to break. Steve just wishes he wasn’t gone so much. Not that he’d let him shoot up in the house, but he hates the anxiety of not knowing where Bucky is, but also knowing that he isn’t meant to go look for him.

Well, Steve can guess where Bucky is. Probably in one of two deserted alleys, one typically full of cardboard boxes from the furniture store out in front. Or under one of a handful of fire escapes. They may have found a new one to colonize, now that the weather’s changed, and with it, the daily patterns of sun and shade.

What he can’t begin to fathom, though, is Bucky’s current state of being. He could be buzzed. Napping. Doing the dirty with his clothes on. Or he could be overdosing. Seizing, choking to death on his own saliva and vomit, maybe with the others too stoned to notice.

Steve gets hung up on that one. It seems random, lucky, almost, that Bucky was wounded in the line of fire. That he was presumed dead after a mission, an explosion that was clearly on record. Even though they hadn’t found him for a few days, at least he ended up on a KIA list. Steve wonders how many bodies were left overseas of men who’d died from drugs. Disease. Factors of their own carelessness.

He can’t keep his mind from fluttering back to the possibility that Bucky could be unconscious. Dying. Dead. He knows what it feels like, that sense off loss. The wish to know what happened, but not really. The profound sense of heartbreak.

Steve sighs. He can’t sit still and wait. He ca’t leave, for then Bucky won’t be able to find him if he wanders home. When he wanders home. Steve stands and walks quietly to the entryway, avoiding the creaking spots in the floorboards. He pauses beside the coat tree and surveys the shoes lined up against the wall. Bucky’s coat and boots are missing. Probably unbuttoned and untied and leaving him looking careless at the very least.

Steve takes another to steps and presses his palm to the flat of the front door, just above the doorknob. He’s only there for a second when something slams hard into the wood on the other side. It bounces off as Steve starts and nearly yells in surprise.

Steve yanks the door open to Bucky, pale and slightly green around the cheekbones. His cuff covers his mouth, but there’s vomit on the doorstep. Steve wants to wrap his arms around Buck, but he quickly diverts to alternate plan. He takes the sleeve dangling below Bucky’s stump shoulder and uses it to guide him into the sun bleached rocking chair on the other side of the porch. The wicker seat creaks as Bucky sits down, but Steve holds the rocker in place with his foot so the seat will remain steady.

“Head down, ok?” Steve presses gently on Bucky’s upper back, and he bends so his forehead hovers above his kneecaps. Bucky takes his arm and winds it around his head. Then he retches painfully, bringing up fluid that splatters between his feet.

“It’s ok. You’re home.” Steve refrains from saying ‘You’re alive.’

Bucky groans and makes a minuscule nod. “Felt… felt good…” he manages to whisper. “N-not anymore…”

“Yeah…”. Middle ground, Steve thinks. Maybe they can find some? “You want to come inside? Clean up?”

“In a minute…”. Bucky’s voice sounds choked. Steve can’t tell if he has more to throw up or if he needs a cry.

“On your time,” Steve says. “There’s no rush.”

“Hm.”

Steve wants to thank Bucky for coming back, to admit he was afraid he never would. But it would be too much. Neither one of them is quite ready to process the emotion. Instead he just nods, even though Bucky can’t see him from the way he’s sitting. He inhales and exhales quietly and goes back to calmly waiting.