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teeztheflag · 3 years

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Mafia!Ateez reaction to their child telling them that a member is flirting with you

trigger warnings ⚠️ mafia themes, flirting, mentions of cheating, possessive behavior, murder, alcohol, sexual harassment (slight)

general taglist: @latte-fairytaekwoon @little-precious-baby @yunhobabygurl @multidreams-and-desires @purplelady85 @smallfrye

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k i m h o n g j o o n g

„Where’s mommy?“ Your little son ran up to Hong Joong to be picked up by the mafia leader.

His eyes wander over the crowd at the garden gathering and when he’s not spotting you he flashes a little smile at his son.

„Mommy is talking to a man.“

Hong Joong nudges the little boy to whereas he points into a direction. Following the path around the house he sees you talking to none other than Kang Yeo Sang. His rival.

When Yeo Sang places his palm on your cheek you take a step back and frown at the boy. Hearing a cough behind you a smile escapes your form. The rival on the other hand rolls with his eyes and lets out a huff.

You’re quick to stand next to your husband and take your son into your arms leaving the two mafia leaders behind.

„You’re getting on my nerves, Kang.“

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p a r k s e o n g h w a

„(y/n)...“

You stood stiff in Seong Hwa‘s lavish office. Your gaze trained to the ground and your heart sinking to the bottom when he neared your form. He placed his cold fingers under your chin to raise your head. Locking his eyes with you a sigh escapes him.

„You know you belong to me. Why are you still resisting?“

„I don’t know what you are talking about.“

Seong Hwa engulfs you into his embrace leaning your head on his shoulder.

„Even our princess doesn’t like you betraying me. I will make sure you are not seeing him again.“

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j e o n g y u n h o

„And what did he say after that?“

Yun Ho caressed his daughters soft hair while she sat on his lap in their livingroom.

„That he will hurt her. I don’t remember so much... He was really scary daddy!“

With big glossy eyes Yun Ho feels his heart shattering. His daughter being so afraid for his light of the world.

He wouldn’t let Choi San get away with this.

After bringing his angel to bed he visits your shared bedroom to see you being asleep. You’re stirring and he can only guess that your nightmares are back.

With a gun and a sharp knife hidden in his suit he drives fast through the night. His team is already ready to blow up the place.

And with the final hit Yun Ho grabs the ex lover of his wife by his collar.

„I told you to stay away from us. That she is not your business anymore. What were you thinking?“

San struggles in his grip but manages to bring out his probably last words. „Kill me, but, live with the knowledge that she will never love you.“

He dropped to the ground and Yun Ho grasps his shaking hands together rage filling his body.

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k a n g y e o s a n g

When your son repeatedly told Yeo Sang that he really liked the guy that was around you since a few weeks he was relieved. It was good Woo Young seemed to do his job right. After the last attack he wanted the both of you safe all the time. That’s why he send one of his best men that he trusted with all of his might.

It was only when he tucked him into bed that he stopped in his tracks being deep in thoughts. He goes downstairs and pours himself a glass of wine. He jolts a little bit when you embrace him from behind and he turns around to eye you with a sharp gaze. Tilting his head you step back and flash him a small smile.

„What’s up?“

„Woo Young‘s taking good care of you, right?“

You frown and immediately know by the tone he uses that something‘s not to his liking, and, Kang Yeo Sang not liking something was bad.

„He is, he is doing a good job. I guess.“

„Hyun Jin likes him, too. But you know what he just told me?“

You absentmindedly reach out to him to probably cool down his anger.

„He told me that uncle Woo Young was really close to you. Close like ‚daddy‘, when I asked him what he meant with that.”

“Yeo Sang, he’s not. He is just friendly. Hugging me as a greeting nothing more.“

„You think our three year old son is lying to me? (y/n), I warn you, I know him. Don’t take his flirting attempts light hearted.“

You nod at him knowing he wouldn’t take any arguing.

„If you can’t stop him I will give him a different job.“ With a last sip he finishes his glass and roughly pulls you into him to place a delicate and territorial kiss on your forehead.

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c h o i s a n

„Dad, I don’t know how to say this but... I am really worried for your marriage. I mean is everything fine?“

San takes his cup of coffee sitting down on the breakfast table in front of your fourteen year-old daughter. He really needed a moment to register So Ra‘s words.

„What? Of course everything‘s fine! Or what are you even talking about?“

So Ra‘s gaze is trained on the buttered toast in front of her a deep frown taking place on her forehead.

„Yesterday at the gala... and I don’t know if I am mistaking things, but, I feel like she was flirting with this CEO named Song.“

San‘s eyes widened and he quickly takes a another sip from his coffee. „Oh, ehm, believe me your mother has always had her effect on...men.“

„Yeah, but, dad - the guy was literally stripping her naked with his eyes - “

„Choi So Ra! Your words!“ So Ra gestures a sorry with her hands but she didn’t want her mother to be so close to other men. She loved her parents dearly and she wanted to have a marriage like them in the future.

„Really, anyways, don’t worry. Everything‘s perfect. If there’s a problem we would never lie to you, promise!“ He holds his pinky for So Ra and with a relieved sigh she links it like she and her dad always did.

„Good morning!“ You place a kiss on your daughter‘s cheek and send a smirk to San being proud you got the right information last night.

San looks at his two princesses and has to hold back a laugh. If their daughter only knew their jobs things would be more dangerous but in many ways easier, too.

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s o n g m i n g i

„What means ‚sexy‘?“

You nearly caugh at your son‘s words quickly drinking something. Min Gi also nearly doubles over laughing while typing away a text for his members for their mission.

„Dong In! I thought we talked about this already.“

Your son was a persistent person eyeing you suspiciously.

Min Gi places his device on the table continuing to eat the soup for their shared dinner. „It means beautiful, but, it’s not a really polite word, Dong In.“

„Ah, so Mr. Kim is not polite to you Mum?“ That indeed catches your husband‘s attention.

„What is he talking about, (y/n)?“ A sly smile leaves him.

You groan out knowing sooner or later your son would’ve told him. „Well, Dong In‘s teacher just seems to need a talk with me about our son occasionally. And today he told me that he thinks I am ‚beautiful‘. Right, Dong In?“ Your son wasn’t paying attention anymore but with a naive sigh he slurped the rest of his soup.

„He said mommy‘s a sexy thing.“

„Dong In!“ Min Gi slowly sits back flexing his arm‘s muscles. He eyes you with a hungry gaze while he nudges Dong In.

„Next time Mr. Kim is telling your mother that she’s beautiful you say that your dad thinks so, too. Alright buddy?“ Min Gi fist bumps with your son.

„Got it!“

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j u n g w o o y o u n g

Woo Young wasn’t really a jelous man. He knew his worth and he also tend to be proud of the woman at his sight. Your auro caught the gazes of many men and that only boosted the mafia‘s ego.

When a man was flirting with you it was for you to play by the game. Being raised into the mafia business yourself you knew how to handle those greedy bastards.

Woo Young only smirked in the back of a booth when someone sneaked into the seat next to you at the bar. His men ready at any given chance to beat up the poor soul that tried to take what was Jung‘s.

But - he also loved your sneaky site.

It was only a button that you pushed too far when your daughter went up to his daddy to cry about how you were not giving her enough attention at the big gathering. Like the father himself their princess needed the recognition from her beloved ones.

Woo Young‘s gaze darkened when he saw you being corned by the one and only mafia leader of the west - Choi Jong Ho.

„That b - “

„Daddy! You didn’t want to swear! Mommy told you not to swear!“

„Ahhh, you’re right darling.“ He turned around to give his daughter into Seong Hwa‘s arms - one of his members.

With confident steps he emerges your form at the end of the room where Jong Ho was busy playing with your hair while talking about his latest wins in the business.

„Choi. Would you mind keeping your hands to yourself?“ Woo Young was raging by now. You didn’t stop the rival from touching you and the naive smile you send to your lover only angered him more.

„Let’s ask the lady what she wants.“ Jong Ho wiggles his eyebrows at Woo Young and you mentally facepalmed knowing Mr. Jung would scream bloody murder in a few seconds.

„I am sorry Mr. Choi.“ You gracefully step into Woo Young‘s arms giving him the satisfaction of winning this little debate with his rival. Jong Ho laughs out loud and turns around to leave the two of you.

„If you want attention ask for it. Don’t make me mad, baby.“

You lock eyes with him putting on a pout. „This way it is much more fun!“

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c h o i j o n g h o

It was the final day your son got introduced to the mafia world. A big party was held for him after he was prepared for everything over months. It was also his 16th birthday party and you had tears in your eyes knowing he was growing into a man so quickly really assembling his father in many ways.

It has been Park Seong Hwa‘s presence that put you off. He was an acquaintance of your clan for a long time but you didn’t really like the guy. When he approached you after dinner, when you were ushering your son to dance with a girl on the dancefloor, you immediately knew he was going to get on your nerves again.

He made jokes, touched you and clearly invaded your personal space. For the sake of your peaceful agreement you played his game hoping someone would come to help you out of your misery.

„Dad, I will literally kick this guy‘s balls if - “

„I already know about it.“ Jong Ho‘s gaze is fixed on your figure across the room. He turns to his son and tells him to have fun. He would take care of the matter.

Jong Ho soundlessly leans into your side leading Seong Hwa to roll with his eyes. He places a meaningful and strong kiss on your trembling lips catching your weight with his arms to steady you.

Playfully he turns around to the mafia a smile adoring his features. „Mr. Park. I didn’t even see you there!“ You’re quick to leave the duo to get to the toilet knowing by the squeeze Jong Ho just gave you a few seconds ago.

„Still so possessive I see. Let us leave this by complimenting you on your still beautiful wife.“ He let’s out a giggle while eying the crowd.

„Thank you, Seong Hwa. Seems to be running in my family.“

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softcallofdutyimagines · 3 years

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The crew with their soulmate headcannons

Ok, to make it up to y'all for the angst yesterday, here's a response to the death by broken heart post 😌

This one goes out to @smokeywhalee since I've had her crying for the past like three posts 💀💀😂 I also snuck in a little something to the Weaver one for @direwolfspostsrandomshit and I specifically 😌💅🏻

No warnings, just a very long post and lots of fluff lol

Adler

You two met when he was still young, before he even joined the CIA

Back when he was a goofy, carefree kid who didn't know better

You've been with him through so much by now, that he knows he can always count on you when something's bothering him

There's no one he trusts more in the whole world

Adler knew you were the one around the time he got his scars

He thought for sure you'd leave him, thinking he looked like some kind of monster with half his face bandaged and bloodied like it is

But when he came home from the hospital, you were so overjoyed to see him again, it's like the bandages weren't even there

You kissed his face and helped him clean and dress the stitches and cuts everyday until they healed

With you there to give him all that affection, he's never let his scars make him feel any less then handsome

Of course, it doesn't hurt that you remind him often

Even now, he never tires of you kissing his scars

Hudson

You and Hudson met in college, back when he was a shy, nerdy outcast

It's not like you were exactly popular, but you at least had some social circles to run in

He never thought someone like you would even look twice at someone like him, but...

He's been wrong before

One day you decided to give him a chance, maybe just see what his story is, and you've never looked back since

Hudson's life path calls for the utmost secrecy for nearly everything, and you've lost contact with a handful of people because of it

But you've never complained

If anything, you consider it their loss for losing you

That's how Hudson knew you were the one

You have an undefeatable, never give up attitude and can find the silver lining in just about everything you put your mind to

And of course... You indulge him in his love of head rubs

It's you and his best kept secret of all

Lazar

You've known each other since you were just kids

For him, it was puppy love at first sight, and he was crushing hard before he knew it

But... He was always insecure about his weight, being a bit chunky as a kid and all

He was afraid of rejection because of it

A shame really, since you would've loved him no matter what

But as fate would have it, you stayed friends all the way up until highschool where sports had him shedding weight like crazy

All the fluctuation has left him with stretch marks, some loose skin, and a belly pouch, but luckily growing up gave him enough confidence to make up for it

He asked you to the senior dance your last year of highschool, and later that night you shared your first kiss behind the bleachers outside

You were his first kiss ever

Lazar always knew you were the one

You've been his closest friend and biggest supporter since you were kids on a playground

He just wanted to make himself feel worthy of you first

No one else makes him feel as comfortable in his skin as you do, and only you are allowed the special honor of touching his body

A gift you exercise frequently when you cuddle him at night

Mason

Alex didn't meet you until after Vietnam and the whole... brainwashing business

After trying and trying for years only to end up with an ever growing list of failed relationships, he just assumed he was too damaged to love

Besides, he's getting a bit older now... Maybe he's just not meant to find someone

Or so he thinks

He meets you randomly in public, on an ordinary day in an ordinary place

You two happen to hit a conversation and it just keeps going and going...

Until finally you exchange numbers and begin seeing each other more frequently

And that's when Alex knows you're the one, he can just... feel it deep down

But it isn't until one, vulnerable night, when he tells you about his past and the war and.... Well, everything, that he knows for sure

With so much fear being pushed about the Russian threat and all that, he thought for sure the knowledge that he's been a brainwashed sleeper agent once would scare you away

It was a shock for sure, but... You aren't afraid of him, in fact, you feel sympathetic for his plight of anything

Alex doesn't need your sympathy, mind, but he is thankful for the empathy

That's all he wants, really

That, and someone who'll hold him through the nightmares at night

Looks like he lucked out there too :)

Park

She met you as a fellow agent through MI6

Things were purely professional for a looooong time

But she must admit though, you're quite charismatic, cunning, and frankly?

Adorable

Helen's not quite sure when the joking, friendly flirting turned serious but...

She's glad for it

You ask her out on a date first and things go well

More then well

She doesn't kiss and tell, but let's just say... She knows you're the one

You always have her back on the field and off

You're her closest friend and confident

She's breaking the rules by cluing you in on the goings on with the hunt for perseus and all, but there's no one here she trusts more for feedback and brainstorming

But it's probably a good thing you're not in the safehouse, considering you almost killed someone after the skyhook debacle

She rolls her eyes at your fussing, but you swear to never let her go again

And you know what? Park may not show it, but she loves how much you care for her

Perseus

He met you back in the ussr, when he still looked like his picture

You two grew close in your service to the government, and you were one of the first people he trusted to try and recruit for his operation

When you didn't even hesitate to say yes, that's when he knew you were the one

You've already proven yourself and impressed him with your wit and integrity in your service to the ussr

In fact, few have ever stood out to him in such a way as you have

All he needed to know was if you trusted him and truly believed in a better future

Many are jelous to see you running around with the exceptionally handsome man, but perseus was never one to get hung up on looks

However, he's glad you enjoy his appearance as much as you do his mind

Together, you raise hell for the capitalists, bringing a true biting edge to the cold war threat

In return for your loyalty, he does all he can to keep you a secret, both as his lover and his accomplice

If anything happened to you like what happened to Bell...

He would take the fight to your captors himself

And they wouldn't stand a chance...

Weaver

He met you through working in Requiem

You're one of the strike team operators, but you spend a fair amount of time talking with the consultants and himself back at base

Weaver finds you a little intimidating, but in a good kind of way

Sort of how he use to be back in the day

When he realizes he may or may not have a little thing for you, he suddenly becomes very shy

He's afraid to try and make a move on you because surely rejection would be the only outcome?

After all, he's way too far past his prime by now, missing an eye and slowly letting himself fall out of shape

It's a mess

So why haven't you just moved on from him yet...?

Doctor Grey seems strangely invested in this little one sided romance, so with a bit of help, he manages to ask you out for coffee

The last thing he expected was for you to say yes

It's not until the day that you almost don't make it back to base that he realizes how very much you mean to him

Weaver stays with you as frequently as he can while you recover and can often be found cuddling you in your med bay bed (bc why the hell not?) or at home

He has to pull back a little on visiting you in the med bay however

He's starting to get teased for how much he loves all the head pets, jaw scratches, and tummy rubs you give him while you're bored and resting

Carver has now begun addressing him as "Fido" with no end in sight

Woods

He meets you out at the marine base he spends all his time at

It was one of the many occasions that he was doing target practice at the range, and he today he's caught you watching him

At first he honestly didn't think much of it, but of course he took the opportunity to show off a little

He succeeded in managing to lure you over with his skills, where you came to stroke his ego a bit

For that, he offers to show you some pointers and before either of you know it, target practice together becomes a regular occurance

From there, anything more social is up to you to initiate

He's a bit taken aback when you invite him out to do something off base sometime, but... He accepts

Once out of his element, he's like a whole other person

You're surprised to find that he's a lot more shy and little more warm towards you

You find it adorable

That starts the slippery path to how he knows you're the one

You're the only person he truly feels like he can be himself with

Everyone else expects the hardened sargent, and while that is still him...

He never feels like he has an opportunity to share his softer side

You can never complain about being cold or lonely with him around

Frank loves nothing more then cuddling with you whenever and wherever he can

Not only is it just, well, nice, to have the human contact, but it makes him feel like he gets to protect you

And nothing makes him happier then to see you safe :)

#black ops cold war #call of duty #russell adler x reader #frank woods x reader #jason hudson x reader #helen park x reader #eleazar azoulay x reader #lazar x reader #perseus x reader #grigori weaver x reader #alex mason x reader

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firedemon-97 · 3 years

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Anyone from the bnha fandom with a reader that quirk leaves them nude and the reader don’t really care about it

lmao this is so funny,

BNHA CHARACTERS WITH A GENDER NEUTRAL S/O THAT ENDS UP NAKED IN BATTLE

feat: Denki Kaminari, Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Mina Ashido, Eijirou Kirishima, Momo Yayorozu

Warnings: a little bit of swearing (Its Bakugo ofc)

requests -> open!

masterlist

Denki Kaminari:

This man almost dies when he saw you the first time

Like you made his brain short circuit without using his quirk

He was staring (respectfully)

And after the initial shock he went as quick as he could to cover you up

“Y/N!! OMG ARE YOU OKAY DO YOU WANT MY CLOTHES”

he legit took his shirt of and gave it to you

he was so surprised of your straight face like?

“Kaminari its fine I’m used to this”

he doesn’t like the fact that you were fighting butt naked because that’s like dangerous yk you could get easily scratched

but don’t let that confuse you, he is also mad jelous

he doesn’t like the fact that everyone is obviously looking at your body

he couldn’t blame them ofc like with such a hot S/O it’s kinda hard

but you are his S/O

he’s probably worried because he knows that there’s a lot of disgusting people out there

He’s also amazed at your confidence

You just didn’t care at all

He respects you so much for it

Katsuki Bakugo:

He’s kind of annoyed at first

he thinks you are gonna be super flustered and gonna need protection

Don’t get me wrong, he is gonna protect you, annoyed, but protection is protection

But when he sees you fighting as usual

He’s like 0o0

“Y/N YOU SURE YOU CAN KEEP FIGHTING?” someone shouts

“OF COURSE THEY CAN, NAKED OR NOT WE’RE GONNA KICK THEIR ASSES” he responds

if anyone dares to make fun of you or anything he is gonna shut their mouths up with explosions

he likes that you always act super unbothered, like wow you are so strong

he also likes the fact that he gets a little turned on, so that’s a plus

he’s also jealous like Denki

but a little more agressive

“IF ANYONE STARES AT THEM FOR A SECOND MORE THAN NECESSARY I SWEAR I’M GONNA KILL YOU”

you always have to apologise for all the threats and insults, but come on, Its Katsuki fucking Bakugou, what were you expecting

Izuku Midoriya:

He finds it fascinating

Your attitude I mean, so unbothered and cool

He could never

He blushes like crazy when he writes down your quirk in his notebook, like he has to draw you butt naked

He also blushes everytime this happens (the boy is blushy what can we do about it?)

even if you say you don’t care he will always lend you his clothes afterwards

He always brings an extra change of clothes just in case

Though he also hates when pictures and videos of you fighting become popular just because you’re naked in them

He is not agressive so he will just ask nicely for the people to stop if he sees them making fun of you and stuff

He gets super worried everytime

What if you’re cold?

What if you get scratched?

and an infinite list of what ifs

so he is prepared for all of them

will ask Mei if she can find any solution to this, like maybe a retroactive suit like iron man or something

Mina Ashido:

she was surprised yeah, but just the first time

the rest she just enjoys watching other peoples reactions ‘cause they’re so funny

No one even dares to make a bad comment about you ‘cause she has all of them scared

“HIT IT BABE!!!!”

i feel that’s something she would shout

once she saw you a little down after someone bodyshames you

SHE DOES NOT TOLERATE THAT

“babe they are just jealous of you amazing body and how confident you are by showing it”

Eijirou Kirishima:

Protective boy 100%

will try to cover you up with anything he can find

he will try to give you his shirt but, oh

he’s not wearing any either lol

“EVERYONE COVER UP YOUR EYES”

but when you tell him it’s fine

“Omg Y/N thats SO MANLY”

he of course thinks that your confidence is the manliest thing ever

he is pacific like Izuku so he won´t threaten anyone if thay disrespect you unless they won’t shut up about it.

Momo Yayorouzu:

She’s also used to this so she totally gets it

so of course she has spare clothes prepared

and she doesn’t she will just make them

you guys will complain about perverts together

she admires you a lot and she’s always looking up to having the same confidence and bravery as you do

I think you will be the best freaking couple in the school

She will also try to find a solution

Momo would never let anyone underestimate you

You are super strong and capable and she makes sure everyone knows

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snowflakeanimelover · 4 years

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A jelous scenario for Senku, where kohaku and some other village girls hv been getting a lot of attention from senku (n thier kinda like dropping things and bending down to pick it up, getting in his space, touching his face/arms) even tho he’d cringe so hard it’s to build the tension😒. And he’s been making things for them and helping them with certain things they never knew about bc of the Stone Age. Like (hair products, skin care, advice etc... N poor s/o is so sad and feels jelous and kinda has a rude vibe around the girls now n senku notices as much as everyone else. N chrome or Gen says something to senku before and he’s like Ohk I’ll talk to them, before he gets the chance s/o calls him out infront of everyone and kinda storms off. Can u finish the rest 😭 ofc it ends with fluff(either a medium or long scenario u chose).

I liked this one! Thank you for the request and for the details. Sorry if this is not that long. But I hope you enjoy it! Also, it goes from first person POV to third person POV.

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I never thought that having a relationship with a very smart guy could be so stressful. Especially in the Stone Age. Senku is smart, but he is so oblivious to the girls in the village. More like what they are trying to do, which really pisses me off.

It all started the day before. I noticed how the girls from the village were trying to get really close to Senku. My job to help Senku is to keep track of everyone else’s job. Seeing if the glass is working fine, or if the ramen is tasting the same, and more. But, as I was asking Kaseki how the glass bottles were going, I look up to Senku’s voice. A girl named Ruby from the village was touching Senku’s arm. Not to mention Sapphire and Garnet huddled around him, looking all excited.

I excuse myself from Kaseki, walking over to Senku. Just as I was heading over, Senku waves to the girls as they leave. “What was that all about?” I ask him, crossing my arms.

Senku doesn’t seem to notice the tone in my voice, or my body gesture. “They were asking about makeup, skin care… you know, that kind of stuff girls wear.” I slightly glare at him as he walks to his workshop. I didn’t notice, though, that Senku was wiping something off of his arm. I decided to head back to doing my job.

The next day, I saw Kohaku hugging Senku occasionally and holding onto his arm all day. My blood boiled with anger, making me break a stick I was holding to throw for Suika’s dog. What ere these girls planning? I was about ready to snap, which Suika noticed right away.

“(Y/N)? Senku told me about this skin care stuff. Will it help my sister? He said it’s for girls, so I should ask you.” Kohaku asks me.

“Why don’t you ask Senku? Since you seem to be clinging onto him all the damn time! And he’s a scientist! He knows damn well I don’t wear make up!” I yell at her, steam coming out of my ears and nose. Kohaku takes a few steps back in shock. I look around, seeing as my yelling got everyone’s attention. I take a deep breath as I walk out into the woods, away from everyone. My eyes getting blurrier with each passing second.

“Hey, Senku!” Chrome walks up to the shocked boy, with Gen coming up right behind. “Something seems off with (Y/N). Maybe you should go talk to her.”

“I agree completely with Chrome.” Gen nods.

Senku looks out to where (Y/N) just left. “Yeah. I’ll go talk to her.” He says, before walking off to (Y/N)’s direction. Gen and Chrome look at each other in worry.

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Senku didn’t expect to find (Y/N) in such an upset form. He knows how strong she is and has barely seen her cry since he’s known her. But now…now he just feels horrible seeing her that way. Not that he knows why she’s upset, but he could feel his heart drop down to his stomach.

Senku sits down next to (Y/N), putting his arm around her shoulders in a hug. “What’s the matter? I’ve never seen you like this before.”

(Y/N) glares at him from above her arms that hold her knees up close. “Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be making that skin care stuff for those girls or something?” She spits out.

“What are you talking about? You’re the only one that I truly care about. I can’t just leave you like this.” He says, confused to what she is getting at.

She rubs her eyes, trying to get the blurriness out of them so she could see him better. “R-really? You only care about me…?”

Senku nods with one of his famous smirks. The one that makes (Y/N)’s heart beat faster than normal. His thumb rubs against her cheek, removing a tear that just escaped. “Ten billion percent. I love you, (Y/N). And that will never change.” A red hue starts to cover his cheeks as he avoids eye contact. “What was that about, anyway?”

“I’m sorry, Senku… I got jealous cause the girls from the village were all over you.” She throws her hands in the air, as if to prove how upset she was about it.

Senku chuckles at her expression. “Oh, I see. But you know how much I hate people touching me, unless its you, of course.” He smiles at her.

(Y/N)’s face turns as red as a tomato. “D-don’t say it like that… it’s embarrassing…” She looks away.

Senku kisses her temple, hugging her tighter. “Maybe I should say it more often just to see that cute expression.” He laughs at her face getting redder.

#senku x reader #dr stone #funny #ishigami senku #requests #jealousy #romance

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lunarreaper-ut · 3 years

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So this time i wanna know HOW killers and nightys relationship will Form, i mean how they progress? Also how and why they become lovers.. what do they like about the other and what makes them Fall for the other one in the end? I want to know about the Situation to it all happening and developes...

Also who and how do they confess to one another? How do they react to it? And do they get jelous sometimes? If yeah on what occasions? And how do they deal with it?

Another question is do those two any (more privat) activitys together? I mean things like taking strolls around town or going on a ride or going shopping or any Kind of quests outside from the Palace, etc? Are they spending time together other then when guarding sometimes and having fun or going on dates (later)? If yes where and what kind??

Many questions again uwu u can take ur time.

Oohh I sense another long one coming along~!

How does Nightmare and Killer's relationship progress?

It's certainly slow-going. At first the two tolerated each other, since they needed the other to get what they wanted. While it takes time, I would say Killer is the one who actually starts changing how their relationship progresses. Nightmare seems like a jerk because of his attitude, but he does care for his subjects and the people who work for him, even after everything that's happened. Nightmare takes the time to learn Killer's likes and dislikes without Killer even noticing, and even if he irritates Nightmare, he is still one of Nightmare's subjects.

To Nightmare, it's the mindset of "This person will only live for a short amount of time, while I have an eternity. I should take responsibility for that, and try to make things better.". Kind of like how you think of a pet actually XD

Soon enough Killer realizes that Nightmare actually tries his best to cater to others, and his perspective of the grumpy King starts to shift. He takes more time to observe Nightmare's behaviors and choices, and starts to realize that Nightmare, while he has an attitude and can be a jerk, actually gives a damn about his kingdom and his people.

Killer starts to change his behavior towards Nightmare after this realization. He follows orders with little complaint, doesn't poke fun at Nightmare as much, and even starts doing little things to make Nightmare's day better. Killer starts trying to hold conversations with Nightmare when he thinks it won't bother him, and tries to understand him.

Killer begins to realize his feelings just before Dream tells Nightmare he no longer needs to have Killer around. When Nightmare tells Killer that his job is done, he no longer needs to stay and that Nightmare will officially pardon him, Killer becomes very stressed and conflicted.

I won't go into too much detail because honestly it's really cute- but Killer ends up asking Nightmare if he could stay. He makes up an excuse about how he didn't really have anywhere else to go, and the bed in his room is the comfiest bed he has ever and will ever sleep in.

Nightmare, surprisingly (to Killer), allows him to stay.

Nightmare's perspective on things are a bit similar! In taking the time to find out Killer's likes and dislikes, he ends up seeing the more genuine side of Killer. Nightmare likes some of Killer's jokes, enjoys seeing him irritate his brother, and also rather enjoys watching Killer train. what makes Nightmare really take to Killer's company, is how Killer treats Nightmare.

Nightmare, for the vast majority of his life, has been used to being ignored, disliked, or looked over. Everyone has always preferred Dream to Nightmare. Nightmare spent a long time thinking of himself as nothing more than the "backup King". He is never seen as Dream's equal.

But Killer doesn't see it that way. Killer makes it clear that he actually considers Nightmare's opinions, and actually listens to him, (later on at least). Killer's snide remarks at his brother's way of ruling are amusing, but he never makes any remarks about Nightmare in that regard. At one point, Nightmare did ask about this, and Killer shrugged as he answered:

"I just think you're more suited to it, that's all."

Nightmare appreciates how Killer sees him as an actual King.

How do they confess to one another?

HOO boy, that doesn't happen for years

As in, "Killer is already accepted by Dream as a legitimate Royal Guard before that happens" years. This is mainly because of the two's insecurities about themselves. Nightmare is stuck in a cycle of low self-esteem because of his past and how the kingdom sees him, and Killer doesn't even think he deserves to be Nightmares Royal Guard, let alone be romantically involved with him!

The first one to confess, however, would most likely be Killer.

I would say more about how it happens, but I think I'd rather write out the scene later on, than just spoil it >w< Hopefully you don't mind being a bit patient! (๑ゝω╹๑)

I will say, however, the Nightmare probably won't believe him >:3

Do either of them get jealous?

Well, I would say yes, but there's not a lot of opportunities for either of them to get jealous! Killer and Nightmare are both kind of out-casted in that regard. They're both considered dangerous and intimidating, so not a lot of people approach the two.

That being said, even if there's not a lot, there's still moments >:3c

Most notably, Killer would get jealous of Cross. Nightmare, even though he may not like someone, will still acknowledge someone's skills. Cross is a very skilled Guard, and has been for hundreds of years now. He's good at his job, and is practically the golden child of the Guardsmen. Nightmare would say an idle comment here or there, praising Cross' skills.

Killer didn't really get a lot of praise at first, and since he and Cross didn't get along either? Well hearing his King praise someone else definitely rubbed him the wrong way. He didn't want anyone else to be better at his job, especially not Cross.

This resulted in a lot of late night training sessions for Killer. Even back when he hadn't fully realized his feelings towards Nightmare, Killer felt those spikes of jealousy.

There were also times later on, after Killer decided to stay as Nightmare's Guard, where some nobles would try to get on Nightmare's good side. It might not have been flirting per-se, but it was enough for Killer to decide to step in, claiming Nightmare was needed elsewhere.

As for Nightmare? Well, I did say Killer was a bit of a flirt, didn't I?

Nightmare has witnessed Killer act as such at various events hosted by his brother. Whether or not Killer was feared, some people couldn't resist his charms regardless, and if Killer made a move... Well I mean, would you deny his charms? (๑ゝω╹๑)

Nightmare would get irritated at seeing his Guard being so... friendly with others. He wouldn't immediately recognize it as jealousy, and would chalk it up to him being irritated at Killer slacking off. Nightmare is more of the type to ignore Killer when he's jealous, choosing to stew in his own emotions until he gets over it.

If Killer tries to talk to him, Nightmare might be a bit more cold towards him. At first, when Killer doesn't understand what's wrong, he doesn't do much about it and leaves it be. Once Killer gets to know Nighty more, he'll start trying to flirt with Nightmare to get him to warm back up.

It usually works >w<

Do Killer and Nightmare do any activities together?

Yes! Killer and Nightmare will often spend time together when they're not working! (Well, technically Killer is still working at these times, but that's besides the point XD)

When Nightmare and Killer become more friendly with each other, Killer begins to encourage Nightmare to take more breaks from work. Nightmare and Killer will do various things on these little breaks. Nightmare enjoys strolls in the castle gardens. He would tell Killer about how he and his mother planted most of the trees and flowers in the garden together, and how Dream and him used to play hide and seek in the garden once they'd grown.

Sometimes Nightmare will have a table set up out in the garden and have tea with Killer. They either have a chat, or simply enjoy the atmosphere together.

Nightmare isn't very fond of going around town. People will often stare and gossip about him when they see him. If Nightmare ever does need to go shopping, Killer is of course by his side. He tries to take Nightmare's mind off of the people around them, and tries to hold a conversation most of the time.

There are also times, at night, where Nightmare lets Killer relax in his room with him. Nightmare spends a good while before bed reading to relax, and Killer likes to sit with him. Nightmare asked Killer if he was going to read a book as well, and Killer stated he's not a fan of reading, because it gives him headaches if he does it for too long. He said it was because of his eyes.

Nightmare started to read to him after that. (He also began avoiding asking Killer to help him review documents, instead choosing to ask the assistance of his advisor more often.)

#Kingdomverse #luna's writing #killermare #KV!Killer #KV!Nightmare #eve416 #Thank you for your questions!#answered asks #I like when Nightmare and Killer are soft with each other >w<#They're cute

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Lead Singer! Tamaki Amajiki with tattoo artist & lead guitarist S/O || MHA

Genre: Rock Star AU || Fluff || Self-Indulgent angst ||

⚠️ Warnings: Drug Use || Nsfw || Orgy || Mommy kink? ||

Words: 2k+

A/N: very self indulgent bc i love rockstar aus i’ve never seen one of tamaki so here it is!

Gender Neutral Reader

Dude, don’t even get me started

HE SINGS LIKE JESSE THE GUY WHO SING SWEATHER WEATHER AND DADDY ISSUES

Can you imagine his singing devils advocate, holy shit he’d look so good MA’AM PLEASE

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT HE WOULDN’T DRESS LIKE HARRY STYLES

He’s still shy and still has stage fright the first few times but your his lead guitar player (dated before the band was together)

Mirio is on the drums while Nejire is the bass player

It’s so hard not to pounce on him once he gets into his music like wow

ESPECIALLY IF HE SUNG DEVILS ADVOCATE

You guys wear a matching matte black rings and people assume you’re married, y’all never say no so you’re gonna let people assume bc you’re fine with it.

You used to be a tattoo artist so many tattoos Tamaki has or will have, it’s done by you, he won’t want

After every set he’ll either kiss you or your hand, it just depends if you go straight into the next set or not

He sings pretty boy dedicated to you bc if it where all to end, he’d be okay if it was by your side

The fans either ship you or they don’t

It’s a little hard thinking that people don’t think you’re a good match but Tamaki always says that you’re his angel and he’d never fall in love with anyone else bc you’re his soulmate

Some fans ship him with mirio and they both think its funny bc they’ve been best friends since they where kids so they don’t have a problem

But Tamaki does not, DOES NOT like it when they ship him with Nejire. Not that he doesn’t like her bc she, along with mirio, got him out of his comfort zone a lot (in a good way).

He sees the way you’re smile fades when you see a post about their ship, people saying that they look good and all. It’s gotten to a point of wanting to break up with Tamaki just to make a handfull of fans happy

You’d do anything for his music to rise up the ranks, even if it meant losing your relationship

You’ve gone to mirio sobbing about this, it kinda hurt Tamaki that you didn’t go to him but you just couldn’t face him without the reminder of those stupid post

There was one day where a post said “look at the way he looks at her, he looks at her like he’s in love with her.” You looked at the picture for a long time and didn’t even realize the water works

You didn’t really mention it to anybody but when tamaki sang pretty boy, everyone could tell that it had a different feel to it

the set was over and before tamaki could look at you, you had already gone off the stage and ran towards the back locking yourself into the bathroom and kinda just letting it all out

god you hated this feeling, the ache in your chest

Tamaki basically broke into the bathroom and froze when he saw you crying. He was so worry and so angry at the same time.

You both ended up crying on the bathroom floor together proclaiming your love for each other in such a snotty mess that it ended in laughter.

After that incident there was a long thread tweet of Tamaki explaining politely why he doesn’t like when people ship him with someone else other than his s/o or mirio (bc you don’t mind it either) people could tell that he was angry through the tweet and it was a lil scary bc tamaki DOES NOT GET ANGRY

anygays- angst is over, sorry very self-indulgent.

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN DOESN’T SMOKE DUE TO ANXIETY

You guys have 21+ concerts bc it’s those type of concerts where u can smoke weed legally and drink

SHOT GUN SMOKE WITH TAMAKI HOT HOT HOT

Tamaki’s a lil high so he does it with mirio too and u end up doing it with nejire (your relationship def gets a lot better after the whole shipping situation bc yall talk about it and nejire ends up outing herself to you guys as a lesbian)

so if you’re a girl, Tamaki will def. tell her to watch herself when it comes to his girl but if you’re a dude- you guys are like oh... cool, good for you.

MMM tourbus sex

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT AS A BAND YALL DIDN’T DO SOMETHING TOGETHER

you don’t Nejire anywhere near Tamaki tho, def a small cat fight while it happens

TAMAKI GOT REALLY JELOUS WHEN MIRIO KISSED YOU OH MAN

Tamaki def fucked you several times while Mirio was listening bc TAMAKI WANTS HIM TOO KNOW WHO YOU BELONG TOO (cannon amajiki is a bottom and probably a pillow prince but fannon tamaki is a switch but in my head in this au TAMAKI IS A HARDCORE TOP)

Several occasions where you have to sit down during concerts bc tamaki ruined you minutes beforehand

FOR A FUCKING FACT yall do it in the dressing room and he just cums inside you and slips you’re underwear back on minutes before set AND U HAVE NO TIME TO CLEAN YOURSELF SO YOU’RE LIKE FUCK

mmm i love me some dom tamaki

Okay lets get to award shows

B E S T D R E S S E D C O U P L E A W A R D

its something like this: female / male

if y’all win something tamaki will NOT speak, way too many people are looking at him at the moment and he almost died during the pictures.

“some many flashing cameras”

holds your hand tighter and y’all ask to get escorted out

If y’all live together like only you and him, you’re house def is the definition of dark decor

if you guys every do get married, you aren’t getting a live band, everyone thought you did but it turns out it’s you guys in wedding attire- they love it.

Also very small wedding, somehow able to hide it from the pap and its like 50 people or so, mostly friends and like 1/3 family

100% LIKE PEWDIEPIES WEDDING. very very private but very nature/dark decor

do y’all get wedding tattoos. yes. but not matching, not really.

do y’all tattoo each-other at the wedding... yes.

on your ring finger you have a sun and he has the moon.

you are the light that guides his threw the darkness and he is your sun, always lighting up your life you know bc the sun lights up the moon

y’all just love eachother sorry

you don’t break up and y’all don’t expect to

BABIES Fem version

do you still play while pregnant yes

are people surprised, yell yeah

you gotta sit down tho bc your feet are killing you

around the 6 to 9 month mark, the band goes on a break tamaki ends up going solo for a bit during the break and he makes you sing with him AND WOW do you get a larger fanbase bc of it. yes

angelic voice of a pregnant mother

it made tamaki horny, like how the fuck are are you so fucking great at fucking everything please let me fuck you god please

will whine, WILL CALL YOU MOMMY god yes

BABIES Male version.

Yall really wanted to adopt w one baby but the baby you liked had a twin so youre like HOW CAN U TAKE ONE AND NOT THE OTHER

they are twins but ones a boy and one is a girl

god you love them with all your heart

BABIES IN GENERAL (fem version yall have twins too, boy and girl)

they grow up to be band geeks, yall love it but your boy learns piano and the girl ends up playing the guitar (def not the outcome you guys thought it would be but you really dont care)

Let set names Mizuki for a girl, Haru for a boy. (legit beautiful moon and the sun)

Mizuki is very alternative meets fairy academia/ loves plants. probably a baby witch: has the same attitude as Tamaki

Haru is Dark Academia meets city pop / loves record, old gadgets and reading books: very much more like their other parent

If y’all ever retire to just making music at home the kids are def. gonna take the band name and just put “The new gen” after it. You guys make fun of them for being unoriginal and they get pouty

but they had you guys crying the first time they got a gig. they both sing, make music like billie and finneas and y’all just so proud.

when you guys start getting older they will take you to award shows as their date to flex the fact that they are gen celebs who actually made something off of their parent success unlike some people

y’all just flex you’re kid bc they doing so well

just for shits and giggles (kids are like 22 at this point, you guys are like 46) :

Haru would probably get a girl pregnant during a one night stand and end up in a baby daddy situation

Mizuki probably steals Tamakis weeb and smokes it w lavander, you catch her and you’re like.... is it good? mother/father daughter smoke sesh

Haru is like “where’s mom, i need her to run by some notes- are you guys smoking? I’m telling dad.”

“It’s not like you’re dad doesn’t smoke either.”

Haru and Mizuki are like “WHAT?! SINCE WHEN?!”

“Since always... how’d you think he got over his stage fright? It’s not like i could go down on you’re dad every time before a concert to lift his nerves.”

Fake gagging from the two kids.

You guys a def the parents who kinda don’t care about your image but you don’t let your kids go off easy

They are good kids who kept good grades and never got caught while doing trouble- so they are well respected and have liberty to do what they like.

There ends up being an article about your family and the cover is you guys- all of you with your nails painted and eyemakeup

very very controversial interview with strict and non liberals calling you guys bad parents and such

and you guys also talked about the topic about how you cared for your children. explaining that you guys stopped smoking, stopped drinking, kept a healty diet until they where 15. once they became 18 it was a very open enviroment, letting your kids grow the way they want and not suffocating them. not shoving down their beliefs and likes- they grew up the way they wanted to with the care of their parents.

parents kinda hate you ngl, yall too great sksksksk

yall also play the game where they ask you questions and if you don’t answer you have to take a shot

Mizuki: “Oh ew, please don’t answer this question... Have you ever had- *clears throat* have you guys ever had sex while we where in the house

Tamaki gets all red and shoves a shot down your throat and now you don’t get to answer “But I wanted to answer!” Haru is cringing hard and he takes a shot himself “You guys are gross”

Haru asks a question and just HATES IT “Oh god... Okay- Only because I wanna know I’m asking parent number 2 (you’re parent #2) Is the rumor of you guys doing the dirty with your band true. Did you guys have an orgy.”

You start to laugh your ass off but Mizuki and Tamaki are looking at eachother bc they cant believe they’ve done this Haru def is out of his shy bubble and now Mizuki has it

“You want a shot papa?” She asked tamaki, he just nodds and she fills it to the brim, “I think thats enough.” But before he’s able to reach for it, She shoots it down and put another one full for him

“Oh yeah, that’s true. Kinda i guess, it wasn’t really an orgy- It was more like two couples doing it in the same room while doing it but you’re uncle mirio did kiss me.”

Kids: Forever gagging

Tamaki: Forever blushing

You: Ah sweet memories :)

Request are open! You can request anyone from My Hero Academia (low key wont write for tsu or uraraka. Will not write for mineta), Haikyuu, Attack on Titan or Balance Unlimited!

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writings-of-a-daphodil · 4 years

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Fire Keeper: Chapter 8

Douxie x fem reader

Chapter 1

Masterlist in bio!

Series Summary: You are Jim’s older sister who is taking a break from college and has moved back home to Arcadia. You end up joining Jim and his friends on their adventures. Chapter 8 summary: You would really enjoy a nice relaxing weekend, but unfortunately that isn't in the cards for you when Strickler shows up at your house, begging for protection.

You were concerned, to say the least, for Aaarrrgghh. He would die soon and he was choosing to spend his last moments with you and your friends. You didn’t really know how to feel about that. You were flattered and happy that he thought of you as family, but family had to make sacrifices for each other and you didn’t want to see Aaarrrgghh die.

So you found yourself pacing Douxie’s bookstore, ranting to Archie about your problems. You probably should have been talking to your friends about your feelings, but you didn't want to bother them when they were also going through thnigs too.

You had to talk to someone though, and Douxie had asked you to watch the bookstore while he went on an errand. So you talked to Archie, it wasn't like he was going to tell anyone.

You were just about finished summing up your life when Douxie walked in. "How was the shop?" he asked.

"Quiet." You gave a small smile and sat down at one of the tables. Picking up a book you looked it over.

"Thanks for watching it," Douxie said, coming over to pet Archie who was sitting in the chair opposite you.

The bell to the shop rang and you looked up to see a young woman there. "Hey handsome, mind helping me find a good book?"

You scowled. "Sure," Douxie said, walking over to her. You watched uncomfortably as the woman flirted with Douxie and to your dismay Douxie flirted back.

Archie hopped into your lap and the woman looked over at the sudden movement. "Oh, your cat is precious, may I pet him?"

"Um, sure." You really wanted Douxie to say no for some reason, which wasn't like you. The woman drew closer to Archie he recoiled away, giving you a feeling of satisfaction. There was something off about this girl.

"Oh. I guess he just doesn't like me," the woman said. "By the way my name's Mindy."

"Nice to meet you," you responded politly.

"Mhm," she said then turned back to Douxie.

"Why don't I check that out for you?" Douxie suggested, taking the book she had chosen to the register.

You were content to glare at Mindy with Archie until she left, but your mom called. "Hello?"

"Hi, honey. I was just wondering if you've seen Mr. Blinky around? I haven't seen him since he got ill and rushed to the restroom. I'm still really confused on what happened."

"No, I haven't seen him, sorry. Anyways is there anything you need me to get from the store?" You asked, trying to guide the conversation away from Blinky.

"No, I'm working all weekend. Just take care of your brother."

"Don't worry, mom. Love you." You hung up to see Mindy frowning at you while Douxie searched for a bag for her book.

"Is there a problem?" you asked her.

"Do you work here?"

"No."

"Ah," was all Mindy said in way of a response. Soon though she was gone, and while you hadn't noticed it before the energy in the room has changed while she was there. Now it was back to its normal relaxing aura.

"She seems nice," Douxie commented and you forced yourself not to roll your eyes. There was something wrong with that girl.

"Well, I need to get going, Jim's expecting me." You stood up and gently set Archie on the chair you had previously occupied. You waved goodbye to Douxie and you made your way to your car.

You were angry at yourself for feeling jelous, it wasn't like Douxie was yours or anything. However, the more you thought about it jealousy was only the cherry on top. You were certain something was off about her. She had changed the aura in the bookstore drastically, though you hadn't noticed it at the time.

You pulled your thoughts away from her and Douxie and focused on getting home. You had too much on your plate to worry about an odd customer.

You arrived at your home around sunset and you sighed, content. A nice relaxing weekend was exactly what you needed.

“Jim? Are you home? Mom has been asking me all day about what happened to ‘Mr. Blinky,’” you ranted as you put your purse on the coat rack.

“Good thing we decided to put the axe up last.” You spun around and quickly chanted a spell when you heard Strickler’s voice. Orange chains shot out, binding him.

“Where is Jim?!” You hissed, holding a dagger you had summoned to his throat. (You had to admit you were proud that you were able to modify the sword spell without help).

“Oh! Y/n, I’m fine. See?” Jim gestured to himself and you saw that he was indeed fine. However, you still didn’t release Strickler.

“What is he doing here?” You snarled.

“Angor Rot is after him and I agreed to help,” Jim said, frowning.

You shoved Strickler away from you and released him from his chains. “I will help too, but only because if you die my mom dies.”

“Well, I’m glad we got that settled,” Strickler grumbled, clutching his throat.

“Mhm.” You rolled your eyes and went to help Jim set up other areas of the house.

You didn’t know how to feel about helping Strickler. Once upon a time ago he had been your favorite teacher, but after all he had done... You just didn't know how to feel.

Darkness quickly creeped up on you and soon you were eating a quick dinner. It wasn’t the best food you had ever eaten, but it felt nice and calming to eat.

You were scraping the bowl when you heard Jim scream.

“Jim!” You called rushing to the basement. You were having deja vu of the first time you met Blinky and Aaarrrgghh.

You rushed down the stairs, once again ready to defend your little brother, when you saw the source of his alarm. ”Oh my gosh! Why is there a hole in our basement!”

“How else am I supposed to get around while the sun is out? Don’t worry it only leads to the sewers,” Draal explained calmly as you and Jim stood there panicking.

“Mom will flip if she sees this!” You squeaked.

“Nobody knows about it but me,” Draal clarified, but it didn’t worry you any less.

“Did you get the Lodestone?” Strickler called from the staircase. Draal held up two stones, one blue and one green. As soon as he loosened his grip they snapped together and all the metal in the basement slowly floated up then rushed to meet him.

You yelped and sent a burst of orange magic to shield him. “I’ll take that as a yes?” Jim mumbled as Draal pulled the stones apart and the metal fell to the floor.

“It’s almost nightfall. Come on, there’s more work to be done,” Strickler said and you rolled your eyes. Helping him was something that would take a while to get used to.

You worked quickly, helping set up one trap after another. Angor Rot was smart and you hoped that these traps would work.

“Okay, that’s the last one. Now all we do is wait,” Jim said, finishing up the swinging axe trap.

“You know I’m a bit surprised how well we work together,” Strickler commented.

“Don’t think it’ll happen again,” you rebuked.

“Yeah,” Jim said, “You know I’m still gonna take you down after all this is over.”

“Perhaps if we get through this, I could talk to my constituents about the eye of Gunmar,” Strickler suggested. “I assume you’re still interested in finding the last triumbric stone?”

“You know where it is?” Jim asked excitedly.

“Personally, no. But my ilk are wide and numerous. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

“Why would you help us kill Gunmar?” You questioned.

Strickler laughed, “Let’s just say, I’m always looking out for my best interests.”

You scoffed. “You don’t say?”

“Oh what a shocker,” Jim said louder.

Draal gasped behind you and you spun around to see Draal pointing at an eye. “What is that?” The large troll asked.

“It’s his eye!” Strickler yelped.

“Gunmar’s eye?” Jim asked, confused.

“No! Angor’s! He’s been watching us! Get it!” Strickler commanded. “After it! There, there!”

“Y/n can you use your magic or-or something?” Jim asked.

“It wont let her,” Strickler said, pushing your hands down. You scowled at him as the eye rolled off the banister.

“Catch it before it escapes!” Jim warned.

“Gunmar’s eye, Angor’s eye. Enough of these eyes!” Draal grumbled as the four of you ran into the kitchen. The eye raced around the room and flew into the air towards the sink where Jim caught it in a cup.

“How long has he been watching us?” Jim asked. Suddenly the door knob rattled and you froze.

“He’s here! Get in position!” Jim ordered, and you all rushed to your places. You ran to the stairs and levetated yourself so you were hiding in the overhang.

“For the Glory of Merlin, Daylight is mine to command,” Jim whispered and you began to mutter a spell.

“Hey, kiddos, you home? Wanda messed up my schedule again. Guess I have the day off after all,” your mom announced as she walked into the house.

“No!” you screamed as she put her purse on the rigged coat rack.

“Mom, watch out!” Jim warned, tackling her to the floor.

“Whoa! Holy— Why is there an axe in the door?”

“Barbara! Are you all right?” Strickler asked as you quickly dropped to the floor. Hopefully she hadn’t seen you hovering.

“I’m fine. Whoa! Holy—How? What is—?” Your mom looked around at the room and you could see she was panicking. “W-Walt? Why are you here? And why are you holding a crossbow?”

“Me? Uh, yes. You see, um, there’s a school project I gave Jim and, uh.” He hid the crossbow behind his back as if that would do anything. The safety must have been off though so the crossbow took down your lamp.

“Die, Angor!” Draal roared, coming into the hall.

“No, Draal! Get back!” Jim warned and your mom let out an ear splitting scream.

“Um, hello. Sorry,” Draal apologized, and you face-palmed.

Your mom screamed again. “No, no, no! Mom! Mom, it’s okay! He’s—“ Jim started to explain, but he was cut off when your mom sprayed him with pepper spray.

“My eyes!” Jim yelped, and Draal backed up, recoiling in pain. He bumped into one of the many ropes that crossed through the hall and triggered a trap. He yelped as he ran into a bookcase which fell on him, knocking him out.

Your mom screamed some more and you tried to console her. “It’s okay, mom! He’s a friend!”

“He was a friend. Now, he’s out cold,” Strickler said and you rolled your eyes, the statement barely made any sense. Your attention was taken from Strickler’s poor wording and given to your mom who screamed yet again. You walked closer to her, but before you could reach her she fainted.

“And so is she,” Strickler mumbled as you used you magic to heal her and calm her. She soon woke up and you helped her to a chair in the hallway.

“More water Barbara?” Strickler asked, holding out a pitcher. You mom nodded, but instead of giving him the glass to refill she took the pitcher and guzzled the water down.

“So, let me get this straight. There are good trolls and bad trolls and somehow, you?” Your mom asked.

“If I may. There is a vast world beneath our feet, Barbara, and your children have stirred up a heap of trouble.”

“Dude!” Jim hissed.

You glared at him. “Not cool.”

“This is all so...” your mom trailed off and you gave her a hug, there were definitely better ways to tell her.

Strickler backed away. “I’ll give you a moment.”

“I can’t believe this is what you have been doing. All those late nights, getting arrested, you in the hospital. Why are you this...Trollfighter? A-and you, Y/n, you’re a wizard?”

“Uh, Trollhunter,” Jim clarified.

“Y-you should be worried about high school and girls not this, Jim. I mean, can’t you just ask someone else to do it. Y/n could, right? Or someone else...”

“I’m afraid it’s a...permanent situation? They need me, mom. Y/n is doing her best to help, but we each have our own jobs.”

“I know it’s hard to believe, but Jim is their protector,” you added.

“But who is going to protect you?” Your mom asked and you smiled.

“That’s what I’m there for, look.” You held up your hands and the bookshelf and everything else that had fallen glowed orange. All of the objects then began to put themselves back into their place. “See?”

“Wow,” your mother marveled, fascinated by the warm orange glow that was your magic.

“Barbara, you do have to leave! It’s-“ Strickler warned, but the alarm cut him off, Angor Rot was in the house.

“The basement!” Jim groaned.

“What’s in the basement?” Your mom asked.

Strickler put a hand in front of your mom to protect her and you almost started to like him again. “Draal was supposed to guard it,” he huffed.

A black ball rolled from the door, silencing any further conversation. You heard Angor Rot begin to chant so you threw up your hands, creating a shield around everyone.

The ball began to flash with purple electricity and you placed your selves, but all that happened was the power went out.

“What happened to the lights?” Your mom yelped as the chanting grew louder.

“Mom, stay close,” Jim ordered and you got ready to perform another spell.

“But I can’t see you!” Your mom called out. With the faint glow of your shield you could see her trembling.

“Y/n?” Jim asked and you let him out of the shield as glass shattered.

Jim dropped his flashlight. “For the glory of Merlin, Daylight is mine to command.”

“Jim, you’re glowing! H-how are you glowing?”

“It’s armor, Mom. It’s part of the job,” Jim explained.

A purple orb flew at your shield, but it ricocheted off your orange shiled, which was growing weaker by the moment.

“Mom!” Jim cried out as another purple orb shot out at him.

“Stick to the plan. You know what to do,” Strickler ordered and you nodded.

“You did not run, brave hunter, but the brave are the first to die,” Angor growled, finally revealing himself to Jim and you. You let down your shield and sent a blast of magic at Angor.

“Go! Go! Y/n, get her out of here!” Jim grunted as he fought Angor Rot.

“No! Not without Jim! No! Jim!” Your mom cried out as you and Strickler pulled her to the basement.

“This tunnel leads to the sewers. You can get to the street,” Strickler informed.

“What about my son? What’s going to happen to him?”

Strickler stepped in front of her. “No, you have to go!”

“No! He needs my help!” Your mom howled.

“Come on, mom. You're no good to him if you aren’t safe,” you pleaded.

“You don’t understand, Barbara. Our lives are bound magically,” Strickler said, trying to reason with her.

“Are you really talking about our relationship right now?” Your mom asked, irritated.

“We don’t have time for this,” you interjected.

“My boy is in danger!” Your mom pushed you aside, but you cast a spell, locking the basement door

“Y/n let me through!” Your mom ordered, but you shook your head. You needed to keep her safe.

Strickler moved to grab her. “Let me go!” Your mom slapped him, but she recoiled when she felt the pain as well. “Ow! What was that?”

“Listen to me! Leaves now!” Strickler growled and his eyes glowed.

“W-what are you, Walt?” Your mom whispered, pulling herself away from him and back to you.

“I’m someone who can help your son, but I can’t until I know you’re safe. Please,” Strickler begged

“Then go to him!” Strickler ran up the stairs and you opened the door for him.

“We need to go, now.” You pulled your mom to the hole.

“No, just...wait.” Silence filled the house after that statement and you mom grabbed a shovel. You creeped towards the staircase and motioned for her to stay there, but as soon as you got up the staircase she bolted past you. You chased her upstairs and screamed as she hit Angor Rot out of the trap.

“Mom, wait! No!”

“Get away from my boy!” She growled and you cringed.

“Mom, no! Get out of here!” Jim warned as Angor Rot attacked again. You shoved your mom to Strickler and tried chain Angor Rot, but you missed.

“Walt?” You heard your mom whisper. As you put a shield up around the two of them.

“Get out of here!” Jim growled as he faced off Angor Rot. You un shielded them and summoned your sword. Your mom ran into the hallway and you quickly backed out after her, sword raised. Strickler turned to follow you, but Angor attacked him, cutting his and your mom’s neck.

“Mom!” Jim cried.

“Well that didn’t go as planed,” Strickler muttered. You were about to jump into fight Angor Rot, but you heard Draal roar. He crashed into the room and tackled Angor Rot.

“Mom! Are you okay?” Jim asked as he helped her down stairs.

“My side hurts. Why—?”

“Come on, I have to get you out of here,” Jim cut her off.

“Can you drive?” Jim asked Strickler as you ran out of the house.

“Motivated enough I can do anything,” Strickler affirmed and you rolled your eyes, again.

“Move. I’ll drive,” you offered. No way you were letting a half-conscious Strickler drive.

“We have to go to the hospital,” Jim stated.

“Can’t. Our wounds won't be healed by modern medicine. We need to go to Trollmarket,” Strickler informed, coughing. You pulled the car out of the driveway and sped to the bridge.

“Sorry. I messed things up,” your mom mumbled from the back seat.

“No, mom. I’m sorry. I should have told you. I should have told you everything,” Jim responded.

“Just hang in there and everything is going to be okay, alright?” You added.

You glanced in your rear view mirror and saw a purple flash. You quickly swerved the car to avoid the orb that Angor Rot—who had gotten free of Draal—cast.

“That’ll wake one up!” Strickler yelped as he slid in his seat.

You turned into the woods to avoid another blast and did your best to steer clear of any trees.

“Where did you learn how to fight?” Your mom asked.

“Shh. I-I’ll tell you all about it once we get you somewhere safe.”

“Perhaps now-” Strickler coughed “-We call your friends? I think we lost him.”

Just as he said that Angor Rot hopped onto the forest floor. “Go! Go! Go! Get to the bridge now!” Jim screamed.

“Mom, stay with us! We’re almost there!” You said, peering into the back seat as you reversed. You burst out of the trees and onto the road where you made a quick u-turn while Jim called his friends. You did your best not to crash as you soared into the canal.

“Jim!” Strickler warned as he gestured towards Angor Rot who was now on top of the bridge.

“Oh, no, no, no, no!” Jim sighed. Angor Rot jumped off the bridge and landed on the car, breaking the back window. Jim fought him as you tried to shake the troll off.

“Turn now!” Jim ordered and you did, but Angor still would not fall.

“Jim!” Your mom cried as you swerved again. Angor Rot finally fell free and you stuck your hand out the window. You sent a magic blast his way, but all it did was make him stumble.

He leapt onto the front of your car, breaking the front windshield. He grabbed your throat, but you swerved the car again, causing him to lose his grip on you.

“We have to shake him before we get into Trollmarket!” Jim called and you replied by breaking hard. The inertia sent Angor flying off the car.

“Straight at the wall! Just drive!” Jim yelled.

How do you know it’ll open?!” Strickler asked, panicked.

“I don’t!” you responded.

“It’s not opening!” Strickler yowled, but right as you were about to crash you soared through the wall and over Toby. You did your best to safely maneuver the damaged vehicle blue crystal staircase, but there was something wrong. You weren’t feeling well.

“We need help! Please!” You barely heard Jim call as things slowly faded to black.

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So this is a pretty long chapter already, however I had planned to write it even longer. I decided against that though, and instead split chapter eight in half. You will get chapter nine on Friday! Have a fantastic day/night and please stay safe.

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thegirlfulloffandoms · 3 years

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please list the jatp characters in order of whos the biggest simp? explanations welcome but not required

Luke for me is one hundred percent biggest simp there is no question about it in my mind,he simps for music (understandly its mint and as someone with a music hyperfixation i completely get it), he simps for Julie whether she's singing or simply talking about her day,and no doubt he simps for Willie and most certainly he simps for his band (romantically or platonically that depends on the fan) the connection they have through music and personally (even if he is a little off with his helping sometimes aka: reminding the boys of their trauma in the beach scene etc).

Willie is a simp but its more a case of everyone simps for him but he doesn't simp for everyone,he is a 'dedicated simp' his simping is directed towards one person really which is Alex,like luke could play the drums shirtless and willie would say it's rad but if Alex plays the drums shirtless or in general Willie absolutely freezes up like he was just put into a vat of liquid nitrogen and absolutely bluescreens.

Alex i would put around the same league as Willie,he is less dedicated to one person i mean you can't tell me that man saw 90s boy bands and skaters and didn't completely bluescreen,that boy is a blushing baby tomato when it comes to Willie specifically though,this was a difficult choice let me tell you. Couples that simp together slay together okay.

Reggie is what i would call an unconscious simp,he's not the biggest (although the 'that was hot' scene certainly shows it) but also not the least simpy if that makes sense? The boy simps platonically,hes the kind to give compliments because he's a nice person,not because he's a simp per say,if you're hot he'll tell you in most cases. He could also be classed as a dedicated simp if you're a boggie shipper (totally not me) like have yall got eyes? have you seen young Bobby?!

Flynn is a simp but its more general (i know some might disagree on this but hear my 5'2 short ass out aight),she has her moments when it comes to the boys,'mama needs her eye candy','where have you been hiding those cute ghost boys' but quickly becomes an aquaintance/friend with them and its more like these are my friends weird band mates and the more i spend time with them the more i realise maybe friendship is a good line to draw it at (see the reggie/flynn plot that was orginally gonna be in the show). The boys over time become more like her friends annoying brothers sort of thing. Carrie might be a different story though (STAN FLARRIE)

Nick: (some of yall gonna disagree on this one i know it) that boy isn't really a simp,and the reason for that is HE IS DOING THE BARE MINIMUM A GUY SHOULD DO! he has a crush on julie i am not denying that however that boy accepts that Julie likes someone else or doesn't want to go on a date with him,although he's jelous of Luke he doesn't push about it (the flowers could be classed as that but i see that as just congratulations rather than like 'hey julie marry me im a simp for you my everglowing flower'). Nick is what a guy should be,respectful and understand goddamn boundaries when they are set.

Julie i wouldn't really class as a simp other than for luke even though it took a lot of time for them to finally connect and for her to realise that she simps for his dedication to music etc. Julie isn't a fangirl like 'oh my god luke ride off into the sunset with me on a white horse like in a cheap fantasy rom com',Julie simps for drive,for passion,looks i feel are just a bonus.

Carrie is a simp but again very much like luke's simping for music,Carrie simps for luxury and to be on top like her father,live up to Trevors legacy rather than people as such (although i bet under the surface she misses the triple threat friendship.

Bobby i've put lower down the scale because we don't know very much about him but i can imagine he,again,like Willie, was the bands awakening in the 90s,everyone simps for him but he doesn't simp for everyone,with the exception of Reggie. Bobby doesn't simp really though,he genuinely cares about people so when he offers to help it's not simping rather saving and solving (problems and saving/helping his friends not solving his friends thats just wrong broski nuh uh). Bobby in my boggie brain though defo bluescreened when Reggie first wore the black tank.

I think that's all the characters i'm going to include,please remember this is just my opinion and it's fine to disagree but don't come into my ask box being nasty and stuff because that ain't nice. Feel free to ask me though about my list and anything else.

i love a good ramble so feel free to leave more things like this in my ask!

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huckleberrysclutterbucket · 5 years

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LOSING CONTROL

Lucas tries to keep his temper under control, but sometimes is just imposible.

Lucas POV

Control, is a small word with a big meaning. My dad used to say after I got in a fight, “If you could control your temper, you wouldn´t be in this situation”. I got sent to the principal´s office several times, I got suspended twice. My dad had business in New York and saw an opportunity to help me start over. And I did. I had everything under control, or so I thought.

First day, I haven´t even reached school, I meet this girl, she walks up to me like she owns the freaking subway and makes a number for her friend. They are both cute. The fisty one is named Maya and the other one Riley. I get to school and enter my new classroom, I was held back a year since I spent most of it in detention or suspended, and to my surprise, both girls are in my class. And to top it all, my history teacher is Riley’s father.

As soon as Maya recognize my accent, I was doomed. She wouldn’t waste a chance to call me names and make fun of me. Little did she knew, instead of irking me, I loved those names she gave me, Huckleberry, Sundance Kid, Ranger Rick. All western. The girl did her homework, she knew what I liked. It was time for me to find out what she liked and get to her.

As time passed, we became friends, even Farkle accepted me in his group. Riley was the one who kept us all together, even in the most difficult times, she always had faith in our friendship. I did noticed the moon eyes, she likes me, really likes me, in a romantic way, but I’m not into romantic stuff, so I never really asked her out. I was more intrigued about Maya, she’s more about act first think later, kinda reminds me of myself. Tuff exterior and soft in the inside, like a lobster. I wonder what made her put up all those walls around her. It seems like the only person she lets in is Riley. I really wanted to get to know her.

Everything seemed to be under control, untill Maya asked me to beat up a kid that was bulling Farkle. I worked so hard to keep my temper under control, change my old ways. I told her we shouldn’t use violence, it never ends well. We were in gym class when Billy, my team mate, started bulling Farkle, I lost my temper and pushed Billy, I had him pinned to the wall and was about to trow the first punch when Maya jumped on my back and stopped me. “Lucas, don’t!” “Isn’t this what you wanted Maya?” “No. Thats what he wants, he wants you to be like him” Hearing her anxious words in my ear and feeling her heart beating so fast on my back made me realize that she was scared. I imediately returned to my calmed self and talked some sense into Billy. That was the first time I almost lost control. If it wasn’t for Maya, I would have ended up in a fight again.

Valentines day came, and this girl asked me out, Missy Bradford. She was the most popular girl in our grade. Then something funny happened, Riley got jelous. She looked so cute all mad about it. I had a talk with Farkle about the girls, he knew them better anyways. That’s how I learned that Farkle was inlove with both Riley and Maya, and he wanted to know if I would ask one of them out, so he could ask the other. That was weird, so I asked “And what if I pick the other one?” and he just said “Then I get the first one! how long do you wanna play this game?” Was this a game for him? Ok then. I can play along.

Maya, had other plans in mind, she asked me out instead, the girl has nerve and wasn’t going to sit around waiting for us to make a choice, and I’m not afraid to admit I kinda like that about her. She told me to pick her up at Riley’s and I was so thrilled to do so, but I was ambushed. Maya set me up to date Riley, luckly Mr Matthews wouldn’t let her go unless Maya and Farkle came too, as long as she was there I didn’t care. The four of us took the subway, I kept stealing glances at Maya and noticed she kept looking at some older guy a few seats ahead. Suddenly she walked straight to that dude and started talking to him, was she flirting? Riley noticed me staring at Maya and explained to me. Josh Matthews, he was her uncle. And apparently Maya had the biggest crush on him.

Maya sat beside Josh, and after a few words were crossed I could tell he said something that hurt her feelings. He got off the train on the next stop, leaving Maya with sad eyes. I wanted to punch that guy so much. I almost did, but then I remembered I was supposed to be dating Riley. I told her to go sit with Maya and see if she was ok, but Maya pushed Riley back to me. That’s when Riley fell on my lap and kissed me. It lasted just a second, but I stood frozen, it seemed like time had stopped. I just sat there, wondering if anybody else saw that, more like, wondering it Maya saw Riley kissing me. I didn’t tell anyone about it.

No one knew about my conflicted past, untill Zay came along with his big mouth. That month his family moved to New York, and my old childhood friend transfered to this school too. He’s only been here a week and I’ve already got in a fight. All the work I put on having my temper under control goes to hell. His big mouth got him in troube with a senior and I had to get in troube to save his ass, again. I got detention for friday after school. Thanks a lot Zay. To my surprise Maya was there too. She got in trouble but wouldn’t tell me why. I walked her home after detention, I find out her mom works until late and her dad is not around since she was 5, we were in detention together a few times after that. Apparently she doesn’t like to do homework. I must confess I got into a few fights just to get in detention so I could walk her home.

I always sat behind Maya, that way was easier to catch on the details. I still wanted to get to know her. That’s how I noticed all the little drawings on the edge of her notes. She hated science and chemestry, I was her lab partner, it was basically like having no partner at all, she would fall asleep in my hand, literally. But I didn’t mind. I even liked to do all our projects together, more like me doing the project while I watched her sleep or doodle. Sometimes I took her to my house so that she would fall asleep in my bed. How I loved to smell my pillow. The scent of her shampoo lingered for a while after she was gone.

We had a school dance, the semi formal. I was supposed to ask Riley to go to the dance with me, but I never did. I asumed we were all going together as a group. However, Charlie Gardner had other plans, he asked Riley to be his date to the semi formal when I failed to do so, and she said yes just to try to get me jelous. I was kinda not okay with her childish behavior, so I got irritated but then again, Maya didn’t had a date, and I finnaly had a chance to dance with her. And I did.

At school things were not going great. Not only I had a bunch of homework and projects, but the Art class was about to be canceled. Is the only class Maya actually enjoys. Even when Maya said she was ok with it, and that it was just a class, or just a hobby, I knew her better by then. That class was very important to her, it was her escape from all the stress in her life, I could see that sadness in her eyes and I couldn’t stand it. We did all we could think of to convince the board to keep the arts program at school. And we succeded.

Riley’s and Maya’s friendship used to be the strongest, but now it seemed so fragile, to the point of crazyness. Me and Maya were voted as “best couple” on the yearbook, and when Riley and Farkle noticed, it was like if all hell broke loose. Riley was sinking into depressed Riley wich she called Morotia M Black. Maya tried to bring her back by pretending to be Riley. Farkle was angry too because he wanted to be “taken seriously”. I didn’t understand what was happening back then because I’ve always taken him seriously, but he changed his style and now he wanted to be called Donny Barnes. It seemed to me there was someone else he wanted to impress. Someone in particular that he wanted to notice him or to take him more seriously.

Zay told the girls about my accident riding a sheep when I was four. On vacation we went to Texas, more like Riley and Maya signed me up to ride a sheep to “overcome my fear of falling from Judy”. I would have appreciated their effort if it wasn’t for the fact that grown men don’t ride sheep, they ride bulls. So accidentally they signed me up to ride a freaking bull named Tumbstone, like if the name didn’t freak me out enough. What the hell were they thinking? Riley was trying to cheer me up, “You can do it Lucas, You’ll do great” but Maya, she knew how scared I was, and she knew why. I could die or get seriously injured. “If you do this, I’ll never speak to you again” she told me. But Pappy Joe was proud of me for doing this, and had already told all the town I was doing it, leaving me no room to back off from it without looking like a coward. Even though I didn’t got hurt and I could only ride the bull for four lousy seconds, it was enough to hurt Maya’s feelings.

That night we made a bonefire, we sat around it and talked, Riley broke up with me finally. She told me that Maya teases me because she’s attracted to me. Zay left with Riley and Farkle to “get ice cream” wile I talked to Maya alone. I asked her myself about it and she denied it. Against my better judgement, I lost control of myself again, I wanted to hear her say it so bad, I push and cornered her, “If you don’t like me, then why do you make fun of me? And why didn’t you wanted me to ride the bull?” “Because I didn't wanted you to win and get all coincided”. Yeah right... Lamest answer. I knew I was getting close to a confession, so I kept pushing her “Why do you make fun of me?” “Because you’re easy to make fun of” “That’s not it” I walked so close to her, I could almost hear her heartbeat “Because you are a Huckleberry” she was becoming more agitated and kept yelling all this western nicknames at me. I couldn’t take it anymore, so the moment she hahurred in my face, I reached with both hands for her face and I kissed her. It was a soft kiss and it ended too soon but it worked, she stopped. And most importantly, she let her walls down. “Why did you do that?” She asked me. I was dumbstruck... I had kissed her. I didn’t knew what to do next. What should I say? “I’m sorry. I… I didn’t know how to make you stop” Now I was too nervous. I blew it… from all the things I could have said... I apologized? “Don’t have to be sorry. Of course I like you Huckleberry, if you got hurt I don’t know what I woud have done”. I made her say it, and I didn’t felt any better about it.

Back home we were all a wreck. Riley was still upset about me liking Maya, and she started going out with Charlie Gardner. How I hate that guy. Farkle started dating Smackle, and I asked Maya out. We had a smoothie, well my head had a smoothie, my “I delivered a baby horse” line didn’t work on her. I should have known that it wouldn’t. She’s not like other girls, she isn’t looking for a prince or a hero to save the day. I was in real trouble, Riley was so easy to impress, she was happy to hear my cowboy adventures. But Maya made fun of me, I had to work hard if I wanted to impress Maya.

New year came, Riley made a party in her house. Oddly enough, it was Charlie the one who invited me, so irritating, but everything about him was irritating. At the party, Maya and I couldn’t catch a break. We sat alone by the baywindow only to be third wheeled by Riley. Then we were having this moment, at the balcony, it felt so romantic and I was about to lean in for a kiss, when Farkle came running and ruined the moment by announcing “Riley still loves Lucas”. Wait what? Seriously? Then Riley broke up with Charlie. I wasn’t going to break up with Maya. Not a chance.

That’s how we started this weird triangle thing. Maya wouldn’t go out with me anymore since Riley was back in the picture. Their friendship was healing and they didn’t want to hurt each other. We tried to be just friends for a while, but the truth is, we couldn’t. I like Maya way too much.

We started High school and it was full of changes and new challenges. Both girls introduced me as their boyfriend, I could hardly keep up with them both, and to top it all, Riley demanded too much attention. She was naive and gullable, we had to keep an eye on her all the time, I snaped a few times at Riley, Maya tried to stay out, but everytime Riley would ask Maya to scream at me too. It was getting ridiculous. So Maya decided to drop out, she broke up with me and asked me to “go tell Riley that you love her”. I could never say no to her, so I stayed with Riley. When she asked about Maya, I was honest and told her the truth “She’s the one who sent me to you”. She didn’t seemed to mind, she was happy I stay even if that meant loosing Maya. I wasn’t too happy.

I went out with Riley for a while, untill she moved to London, we never officially broke up, the relationship just froze. Her mom got a very good job offer and her whole family moved. We tried the long distance thing but it was harder than I thought. Specially after I found out that the only reason Maya broke up with me was because Riley’s uncle told her to. Josh and Maya started dating after that. Not that you could call that dating. He was in college and hardly got any time to see her, she spent most of her time alone in Toppanga’s coffee shop reading some novels. I know because, after Riley moved to London, I started going there too to keep her company. We had good times there.

It was like going back in time, back to when we used to date. But this time she had a boyfriend and I had a girlfriend, only they weren’t here. I spent almost all afternoons with Maya, we became very close friends. Except when Josh was “available”. I really hated that guy, and I could tell he felt threaten by me. One time we had an argument, after that He tried to stop Maya from hanging out with me, as if someone could force Maya to do something. She broke up with him after that. Farkle and Izzy broke up too, and before we knew what was happening we all went our separate ways. Zay and Izzy started a relationship, hanging out on their own. Farkle stopped hanging out with us too. Somehow now that he was single he seemed to be very busy, on his computer or his phone, but always talking to someone. I spent almost all my free time with my football friends, at parties or with Maya. Mostly with Maya. We would have movie nights. It started as a group thing in the livingroom, but since Zay, Farkle and Izzy ditched us most of the times, we stopped inviting them. Now it was just the two of us, laying on my bed, talking and watching movies while we ate junk food untill we fell asleep.

We were watching one of those teen movies, when the typical sex scene began. Maya started a conversation. A sex talk to be exact. “Huckleberry, do you think we should have sex right now? I mean not you and me, but you and Riley, and me and someone else?” “Why now?” “Because, you’ll be 18 very soon, and Riley is only 16, it would be ilegal, and right now is not” “But I’m not in a hurry to have sex. Besides, even if I wanted to, Riley is in London” “But, she’ll be back for the summer, after prom” “Like I said, I’m not in a hurry to have sex,” “But, doesn’t it bothers you to be the only guy in the football team with a V card?” “Does it bothers you?” “No. but is different with guys. I’m sure they must have teased you about it” “Well, they don’t know I’m a virgin. They think I have too much sex actually” “Really? With whom?” How can I explain to her that every guy in the team thinks she’s my girlfriend and they know we hang out in my bedroom, almost daily.

Here it goes... “Remember when we were freshmen and you told everybody you were my girlfriend?” “Yeah, so?” “Well... They also know that you and I hang out in my room most afternoons” “How would they know that?” I reach for my phone in my jeans and give it to her. She looks at me because she knows which picture I have as background, she took it herself. Is her in my bed, wearing just my jersey and I’m shirtless next to her. “This doesn’t prove anything” she says but I tell her to unlock it, she knows my passcode. And I see her questioning face. “What am I supposed to do with this?” “Read” I’ve been ditching my friends to hang out with her and it has been buzzing with stupid ass coments about my sex life all day. Is a group chat with the football team. I already know what it says but I wait for her to read it. “Friar? you in for later?” “We are at Ross house.” “WHERE RU?” “You coming?” “He’s coming all right. In the gf” “He’s Banging the GF?” “They allways banging” “I’m so jelous” “You dog” “Too much sex has to be bad for your game” “Dude, he killed last game!” “Then keep it up” “Is up allright” “hahaha” “LOL” ...

She stops reading the texts and looks at me with horror in her eyes once the realization of what’s going on hits her. “So they think we are having sex? Like right now?” “Yes. Basically.” “oh my god, they think I’m a whore!” “No no no. They think you’re my girlfriend” “Why didn’t you tell them I’m not?!” “Would you rather let them think we have casual sex?” “No! No wonder no one ever asks me out. I’m sigle and a virgin because of you!” “Would you rather loose your virginity to some idiot who would dump you next week?” “Yes! Damn it. I don’t wanna be a virgin anymore. I’ll even give it up to the next guy that asks me out!”

And right there I lost my temper again. The single thought of someone else touching her drove me mad, “I would never allow that! Everyone knows you’re off limits!” “Why would you do that to me?!” “I didn’t do it by myself you know! You are the one taking intimate pictures, cheering at my games, waiting for me after practice, I drive you everywhere, you wear my letter jacket like a girlfriend would.... You even sit on my lap for christ sake! What do you think it looks like when you spend the night in my bed?! Even my mom gives me freaking condoms because she thinks we’re fucking!” I knew I shouldn’t have said that the moment it came out of my mouth. Me and my goddamn temper.

I was livid, and Maya was furious at me. “Even your mom thinks I’m a whore! I’m a virgin whore. What are the odds?...” “You’re not a whore… They think you are my-“ “Don’t you dare say girlfriend, because you know is not real!” “WAKE UP MAYA! Is as real as if we were already fucking!” “SHUT UP! You’re Riley’s boyfriend!” “Pff please… we both know that relationship died way before she even left” “I can’t believe this... How could I be so stupid?” “Why don’t you admit that you like to pretend to be my girlfriend” “No, I don’t!” I had to make her say it “Then why are you here Maya?” “Because you invited me to watch a stupid movie!” “No. Why are you here, with me, in my bedroom?” With every word, I would take a step closer to her, until I cornered her to the wall. “Why spending the night in my bed when you know very well spooning you gives me a raging boner?” “I didn’t know.” “Stop... just stop lying already!” I was angry and I reached the wall, “What do you want me to say? That I want to lure you into having sex with me?” I had her trapped between me and the wall, I slammed my palms to the wall, on each side of her head “No! That you still love me! Because you know damn well that I still do!” I crashed my lips and claimed hers.

For the second time in my life I kissed Maya Hart, only this time I wasn’t gentle, I wasn’t a nervous kid and she wasn’t a scared little girl anymore. We had all this sexual tension and frustration we were eager to let out. She kissed me back with the same lust as me. Having her in my bedroom was just asking for trouble. She wanted sex and I was dying to give her just that. I slid my hands from her back to her waist, then down her hips, to her ass and held her up, she wrapped her legs on my waist grinding her hips to me, and I was gone. I lost control to my hormones. Next thing I know, I had her on my bed, me on top of her. My hands touching all her curves, Maya’s legs arround me and pulling me down, between her legs, I’m grinding myself to her, enjoing the feeling of that friction and her soft moans. I was about to make the rumors true, already yanking the elastic band of her underwear, but then my mom walked in. She slammed the door and as she walked down the hall I heard her mutter “Just friends my ass”.

I got off of Maya as fast as I could “Fuck! Fucking freaking fuck!”, she was panting. I turned to watch the tv, the movie was over, the music and credits were on. We calmed down a bit, she sat on the bed, and some tears ran down her cheeks as she fixed her clothes. I made her cry. I sat on the bed with her. “I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t planned this” “How could I let this happen? I’m so stupid. What’s gonna happen when Riley comes back and someone tells her that you and I.” “I’ll tell her the truth, and then I’ll break it up, officialy” “She’s gonna hate me” “She knows our thing is over Maya. We haven’t even talked for weeks” “This can’t happen again. Never!” She put her sneakers on and ran away from me, out of my room, and out of the house. My mom was in the kitchen. “Isn’t your girlfriend staying for dinner?” “Not my girfriend mother. And No, we weren’t having sex, we were just making out. If we ever decide to have sex, I’ll wear those damn condoms.” I told her very irritated and ran after Maya.

She was walking down the corner when I caught up with her, and conviced her to get on the car so I could drive her home. I could tell by her red cheeks that she was very embarassed about what was about to happen in my room. “Maya, don’t worry. If it makes you feel better, tomorrow morning I will tell everybody we are both virgins” “I don’t care about that.” “Then what is it?” “We were about to... This is going to kill our friendship” “I’ll deal with Riley when she gets back. But right now, we need to talk about what just happened” “I can’t do this... we have to stop” “Believe me, I tried to stop, but I can’t. I’ve tried for so long, and I’m done holding back” “I can’t” “I’m loosing my mind here Maya, I have these intense feelings for you that you were reciprocating just a few minutes ago” “We can’t be friends anymore Lucas” “We were never just friends Maya, the scene in my room just proved it. You’re just too stuborn to accept that” We stopped movie nights until we could figure our relationship out. Maya was avoiding me at school, with all the finals, and prom everybody was too busy to even notice, and the ones who did, just pinned it for a couple’s argument.

End of term came sooner than expected. And so did a certain brunette. It was the week before prom and I had just asked Maya to be my date. Flowers, ballons, chocolates, the whole thing. I wanted her back in my life. She said yes. I came back home and Riley was at my door. “Riles, hi” “hey! I’m back” “Yes, I can see that... Come in. So what brings you here?” “I came to be your prom date, I meant to surprise you in school but you were gone and I had an interesting chat with some of your friends” “Yeah, we need to talk” “About you screwing my best friend behind my back?” “Oh... so, you heard” “All the fucking school knows. It’s humiliating!” “Yeah... But it isn’t true” “what about all these pictures in your locker?” I had forgoten about all the photos I had in my locker, nothing bad, just some pictures of me and Maya, movie night, parties, after a game, and my favorite where she had my letter jacket on because it was cold that night.. “You went trough my stuff?” “Was it a secret? I kinda had the impression it was public knowledge”

It wasn’t the fact that Riley didn’t believe me, or trusted me, I didn’t cared about that. It was the fact that the lie would ruin Maya’s and Riley’s frindship that made me confess all of it to Riley. “It was all fake Riley, you should know by now, Maya wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. She didn’t even knew about that stupid rumor until recently, and honestly I didn’t care enough to tell people it wasn’t true”. “But why?” “Because I like spending time with her, we have fun together, and it was easy to let the guys think whatever to get them off my back and hers” “Do you love her again?” “I never stopped loving her Riley, but you already knew that.”

“You look happy together in all those pictures” “Yeah... that’s probably because we are.” “So, how does it work? She pretends to be your girlfirend?” “No Riley, we are not pretending, we just hang out together, like we always have, without labels. At least that was untill last week” “What happened last week?” “I told her about said lie. We had a fight and then I kissed her. But before you jump into conclussions, you should know that she freaked out and ran away from me” “She still loves you” “I know she does” “But she’ll never admit it” “Because she thinks you still love me. She cares more about you than herself” “Was she happy?” “The happiest I’ve ever seen her”. Somehow, even when she was the same Riley, she seemed different, more mature. She wasn’t really mad at me. She just seemed lost in thought. “I go away for a few months and you all wonder like scathered sheep” she joked. Riley excussed herself and left to go find Maya. Baywindow duty, and I’m guessing trying to fix all this mess we were in. I just hope that I didn’t ruined their friendship. Maya would never forgive me otherwise.

Maya called me that same afternoon, saying she couldn’t be my date to prom. She was still going, just not with me. I guessed it had something to do with Riley, but I wasn’t going to go with Riley so, I refused to go. I was tired of falling into that game. I decided to stop playing it. Prom day came, it was a clouded sky that day, and so was my brain. I decided to show up last minute, I had to see her on her dress. I changed to my formal clothes, my cowboy hat, my rose, and I drove to prom. As soon as I got out of my car, it was pouring rain, I walk down to the door and stoped, right there trough the glass I could see her. She looked beautiful, dancing and spining on the dancefloor, her bouncing golden curls, sorrounded by all her friends, Izzy, Zay, Riley and Farkle, all together again, it seemed so surreal.

As they were dancing, Riley caught my eyes, she was staring at me, watching me with a devilish smile, while Maya was dancing oblivious to us. Then I remember why I liked Riley, she just had to fix everything. From where I was standing outside in the rain, I couldn’t hear a word, but I saw Riley lean into Maya and whisper something to her ear. Maya nodded, and closed her eyes happily. I didn’t loose her from my sight, as Riley took Maya’s hands and led her right in front of me. I was breathless, watching her laugh with her eyes still closed. Riley made eye contact with me and opened the glass door, then whisper something in her ear and left. Maya counted to three outloud and opened her eyes to see me.

“One, two, three.” “Hi” “Hey. You’re here” “Yeah, I wouldn’t miss seeing you in that dress for the world” “You should come in... the storm.” “I don’t mind” “Don’t you wanna come in and dance with us?” “There’s only one person I’m interested in” I gave her the red rose and then I took her hand and pulled her outside. The rain was still falling and she was getting wet. She came near me and hugged me, I put my arms around her as I swayed to the rithm of the music. It was a slow dance. I told her softly to her ear “I missed you so much” and she stopped dancing. I looked at her face as she looked deeply into my eyes and when she was about to speak, I kissed her. Only, this time, after she kissed me back, she didn’t pushed me away. It was so weird, how things turned around. Maya used to be the one who pushed Riley and me together, ever since we met. And now it was Riley the one who finally was pushing Maya towards me. She wouldn’t have me any other way. I told her “I love you, even with that stubborn head of yours”. She laughed and said “I love you, even with that bad temper of yours”.

#lucaya fanfic #Lucaya #gmw fanfic #gmw fanfiction #gmw lucaya

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iwillgetridofyourangerforyou · 4 years

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Giving a potentially controversial ask: What do you think about shipping in OPM fandom? Do you have any ships that : 1. comfortable for you eventhough you didn't really ship it; 2. made you slightly uncomfortable; 3. giving bad vibes so you nope tf out from it? Disclaimer: I have no intention to provoke a ship war among shippers in the fandom, I just wanna hear honest opinion from you. Thank you very much! ❤

Oh no.

I Should be way more afraid of answering this question than I am. But here goes. >:)

*Disclaimer*

Like you said, this is just my honest opinion. What I’m about to say doesn’t necessarily reflect the complexity of my views on the associated subjects. I also don’t think poorly of people who ship things I don’t ship because of the ship alone. If I dislike someone who ships something I don’t it’s because there are other things going on there in addition to that difference of opinion.

I should also add that I don’t know, nor do I care to know, all the ships floating around out there, so I’m just going to focus on the ones I know of.

Finally, as a personal rule I don’t ship actors or voice actors or bring them into any shipping shenanigans. The audio recordings some of the voice actors sometimes make for fans is even too weird for me most of the time. For me that’s just super creepy and weird. When it comes to shipping I’ll stick strictly to drawn, animated, or written characters only. I get so uncomfortable about this stuff I usually won’t even ship characters who are played by real actors in live action stuff.

Honestly, I don’t really think most ship stuff is realistic or at all representative of the canonical characters and I’m really mainly here for the actual story, which is why I don’t get much into shipping. But alas, I am not entirely asexual or aromatic after all, sometimes it’s just fun.

*Disclaimer*

Ok, Now for the crap posting.

Ya, I ship it.

Definition: I unironically ship this. I don’t give a shit if anyone else does. I like it. It makes me happy.

Saitama and Genos.

Anyone who follows my blog already knows this. They’re my OPM OTP. That said, I don’t vibe with a lot of things that happen in their shipping fandom. Also, their ship is a bit of an anomaly for me, there are several shipping tropes (like the student-teacher trope, and the age difference, for me that age difference is pushing it a little and it’s really at the very max level age difference that I usually tolerate.) that they could be put into that just really aren’t my thing and I like them more despite those than because of them. Anyway, you didn’t ask me about my preferred ship and I could talk about them far too much so I’ll leave it at that.

Heh, this ship is funny.

Definition: I’m a double agent, I’ll follow and support the ship silently but I’ll laugh right alone with anyone who makes fun of it, right up until they start getting nasty (I’m not about that). This is basically your number 1.

Please please don’t murder me for this! The Shitty Teen Squad

More than 99% of the time I’m referring to the shitty teen squad I’m referring to them as the dumbass group of young, hero, friends. But also... there is that non-zero percent.

Garou and Metal Bat

It’s kind of funny, I enjoy seeing some of the fan art for it. I always liked that Garou backed down after seeing Zenko.

Flash and Sonic

I’m a big softie for childhood friends to lovers.

Saitama and King

The only problem I have with this ship is that I want Saitama to love Genos. Otherwise, I would probably ship it harder. I really like that King has pointed out to Saitama areas where he can grow and that Saitama has encouraged King to grow as well.

Saitama and Mumen

About the same as with Kingsai. Except, that I get the impression that Mumen is the settle down in the suburbs with a white picket fence, a loving wife, and a dog, type of guy. Saitama seems to do well with a little more adventure in his life.

Genos and King

There is something I actually kind of like about the idea of this pairing. I think it first occurred to me when King reacted to what Saitama told Genos about needing more power, I feel like King can actually see Genos and if so he seems to be one of the few who can.

Cursed.

Definition: Closest to your number 2. This ship makes me kind of uncomfortable personally but I also get why people ship it. Not my cup of tea, but whatever.

Flash and Saitama

Jelous glares. I don’t have a good reason. I just don’t like it. It makes me sad.

Sonic and Saitama

I don’t like Sonic that much and I have a hard time seeing when/where Sonic changes his view of Saitama to a romantic one (and visa versa).

Sonic and Genos

Like I get it. I really do. It’s a very PRETTY pairing. I just don’t like Sonic that much at the moment.

Fubuki and Saitama

Fubuki is a bitch. I don’t like Fubuki enough to enjoy ships with her. I think she needs to grow a little as a person and I actually kind of like her on her own carving her own path in the world.

Tatsumaki and King

I guess I could maybe see this? But I’m mostly just like HOw?? why??

Garou and Mumen

I’m sorry. I have a hard time getting past the fact that Garou pretty much almost smashed Mumen’s head in and wasn’t even sorry about it.

Drive Knight and Anyone

I don’t know man, Drive Knight just kind of seems like he’s not into the relationship thing at the moment. I just get confused when people ship him.

NOPE. NOPE. NOPE.

Definition: ew. These ships give me major bad vibes for one reason or another. Your number 3. The is a short list because I avoid this as much as possible. I don’t even want to know about them. My life is more peaceful that way. I’m not even going to talk about them because I don’t want to.

Dr. Kuseno and Genos

Metal Knight and Genos

Fubuki and Tatsumaki (or really any incest pairs at all)

There are a few ships that I’ve come across, unfortunately, partially because of shipping Genosai and some of the more unfortunate tropes that ship falls into.

Tony Stark and Peter Parker (Marvel Universe)

Eggsy and Galahad (Kingsman 2014)

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So, I know I missed a lot of possible pairings but this post was getting really really long. (I didn’t even have Amai Mask in here at all) But if you’re really interested you can send me an ask and I’ll give you my vibes.

Please, respect my disclaimers, keep in mind that shipping can be a really touchy subject and all I can give you is my personal subjective opinions, and keep in mind that if I don’t want to answer your ask I just wont.

#asks #ask #anon #shipping #shit post

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thewolfswriting · 5 years

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The Bad Boy and The Good Girl Chapter 5

Pairing: Billy x Reader

Warnings: Angst. Fluff?

Word count: 803

Taglist: @cynthianokamaria @beyxlm @crazygirl3001 @dreamwavej @slither-in-a-half @amarachoren

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Billy started to avoid you. More than what he did. You tried to tell yourself he was just living up to his reputation. But when he would wink or flirt with other girls, you were beginning to get jelous. You were beginning to think you did something wrong.

"Y/N are you listening?" Nancy snapped her fingers in your face getting your attention "Sorry, what?" She gave a you a look of annoyance "I said do you want to hang out after school?"

Before you could even answer you felt a hand on your arm. It was Billy pulling you away from the table and out in the hall "I need to talk to you." Nancy looked at you worried but you waved your hand at her. Once Billy found the quietest place in the hall he turned you you. "Billy what's wrong?"

"I think we should keep our distance from each other. Just for a while." The moment the words left his mouth tears formed in your eyes "So the dates and what happened in my room was a for nothing?"

"No, I promise you it wasn't. Being in you room that night, it felt right. But you're too innocent for someone like me. I realized that. I'm sorry." He left you standing there heart broken. You felt like you've been punched in the chest. You let your guard down for him. You were even willing to give him a chance.

You sank down to the floor with your face in your hands. You felt a familiar hand on your shoulder looking up to see Nancy bent down infront of you. She didn't even ask what happened. All she did was comfort you.

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A week. You didn't leave your house for a week. You didn't want to see anybody or talk to anybody. Going to school and seeing Billy would hurt too much. Nancy tried calling you. Coming to your house even to check up on you. But your parents would tell her you just wanted to be left alone. Billy's words still danced around in your head. You heart was telling you he didn't mean what he said. But you're brain was telling you maybe he was right. Maybe you are too innocent for someone like him.

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Billy's POV

Billy stood against his Camaro with a cigarette in hand. He leaned back blowing the smoke from his nose and mouth. Despite what Billy did he had to keep living up to his reputation. Even when he didn't want to. Doesn't matter what he did he couldn't stop thinking Y/N. No girl was her. No girl could draw him in like she did.

"Are you satisfied?" Billy turned to see Nancy standing across from him "What should I be satisfied about?"

"I know what happened with Y/N. I warned her about you. She won't talk to anyone. She won't see anyone. Why do you think she hasn't been to school?" Billy scoffed "My reputations more important than someone's feelings." He through out the cigarette butt and slid in his Camaro. Turning on the engine and driving away. He had to act like he doesn't care. Deep down he does care. Billy has a mistake to fix and that's what he's going to do.

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Your POV

Taps on your window disturbed you from your sleep. Your clock read 1:45. You went to your window to see Billy standing there outside. You opened your window "What do you want?"

"You gonna let me in?" You scoffed "After what you did, no. Go away." You went to close your window until he put a hand up to stop you "Just let me explain." You sighed stepping to the side so he can climb in.

You closed your window and sat on your bed. He turned to you "I know I hurt you. I didn't mean to. Being with you made me feel something I've never felt before. Your innocence is what drew me in and I got scared and I'm sorry. Just give me a chance." You didn't know whether to believe him or not. You wanted to, you really did. "Please Y/N say somethi-"

"Just shut up and kiss me." You took a fist full of his shirt, locking your lips with his. You laid down pulling him on top of you. He pushed his tongue past your lips and moaned at the feeling. He pulled away catching his breath "I love you." You were taken a back by his words not thinking you heard him right "What?" He put a hand on the side of your neck, rubbing his thumb along your cheek "I said I love you."

"I love you too. I'll give you a chance. Just don't do that again." Billy got the girl he wanted and that girl you was you.

#billy hargrove imagine #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove smut #stranger things

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stargaze-issei · 4 years

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hi ! I was wondering if you write anything yandere ?? If you do could you possibly do some head cannons for like hawks, dabi, aizawa, izuku, or todoroki when they find out their darling can sing so they make them sing for them all the time? if not that’s fine !!! :)

this was kind of hard to write, sorry for taking so long ): i tried my best with the yandere thing, cus im not sure how to do it. alsoo, i assumed you wanted the characters to be yandere and ask reader to sing, i hope i was right lmao. anyways, hope u enjoy<3

— 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫!𝐬/𝐨 + 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐢, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚

dabi

-> dabi is really possessive.

-> you're his s/o, therefore, he should be allowed to see a side of you no one else can.

-> i'm not talking about sex, he doesn't demand sex or anything.

-> but when you giggle, get flustered, caress his face, look into his eyes kind of stuff? that's all for him.

-> it runs both ways, kissing other's cheeks, teasingly winking, holding hands?

-> you, you and only you.

-> even though you had been together for a while, and you sang quite often, he never realized you were that good.

-> you were taking a shower, and he was waiting in your bed, so when he heard you hitting those notes?

-> so fucking shocked.

-> acts like he doesn't care when you go out of the bathroom, but just wants you to sing.

-> at night, before you go fall asleep, he asks you.

-> "sing for me" actually is an order but you get it.

-> you might be a little embarrassed at first, but he is your boyfriend and the one person you trust more.

-> you do as he says, singing a slow song.

-> he instantly relaxes, like literally melts into you.

-> since then, his favorite thing is hearing you.

-> HATES that you sing for other people.

-> once you were hanging with toga, and he heard you singing when she asked it.

-> nope. not while he's there.

-> it's because he feels like that's an intimate thing, something reserved for your moments.

-> but he won't say that.

-> basically yeets himiko outside while he barks his complete insults list.

-> "you're mine, all of you is mine, your voice is fucking mine. don't make me repeat myself"

eraserhead / aizawa shouta.

-> secretly jelous type.

-> just with people he doesn't trust, though.

-> he doesn't care if you're sitting on yamada's lap, for example, because he knows nothing will happen ever.

-> he made sure of it.

-> but as much as an stranger looking at you funny?

-> he'll go into full "that's my s/o go die in a ditch".

-> y'all have seen his close combat?? his intimidating self??

-> even if your height difference isn't much, or the person hitting on you is bigger than him, nobody looks bigger than him.

-> he owns you, never says it out loud, but everyone knows it.

-> you we're making breakfast one morning,

-> you know that typical movie scene where one is with a shirt only, dancing and singing in the kitchen? well, like that.

-> aizawa gets in, and literally stops when he hears.

-> are you singing?

-> he's so quiet there, just admiring you.

-> "you didn't tell me you could sing, do it more"

-> thinks about songs he wants you to sing.

-> sometimes he joins you, his deep voice goes pretty well with yours.

-> both of you kind of agree it was a thing between just the two of you.

-> he won't go around telling everyone about your amazing talent and you won't go singing for anyone.

-> but if you do it's okay bc he gets to say you sing prettier when you're under him with him.

-> the one thing he despise is when yamada invites you to his karaoke sessions.

-> mostly because he has to hear his friend when he just wants to hear you.

hawks / takami keigo.

-> another possessive asshole.

-> he's completely different than dabi, though.

-> loves to show everyone that you're his, he doesn't care if you're in public.

-> in fact, if someone's bothering you, he'll take it as a challenge.

-> "hm, they're hot, right? you should've seen them when their mouth is around m–"

-> has no limits or boundaries, if he has to lick you from your collarbone to your ear lobe he'd be happy to do it.

-> if he could do you in the middle of town, you think he'd do it.

-> still, that's just his usual macho alfa self.

-> he definitely has this softie loveable side and you bring it out.

-> let me tell you, he thinks he's quite a singer, meaning, those kind of people who just can't stop singing.

-> he'll sing in japanese, in english, in spanish, in cursive, and you usually enjoy it.

-> one day, you join him bc you felt like it.

-> he was fucking astonished. the exact pikachu meme.

-> you let him think he could sing when you had THAT voice?

-> lowkey embarrassed.

-> doesn't ask you to sing, he just stares at you so hard and for so long you have to do it.

-> maybe he's manifesting it.

-> will go violent mode if someone says your singing ain't good enough.

-> no one can disrespect you and your angelic voice.

im sorry this is so bad

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Are you taking prompts beacuse I would love to read about Dennis getting angsty and jelous beacuse Mac is on a date or something(bonus points if he talks to Dee about it, I live for some good ol sibling-bonding) ur writing is wonderful btw💕💕

Mac has a date tonight.

He has a date and Dennis is absolutely livid.

Not that he’s mad about the date itself- no, no, he’s madbecause Mac has been lying to him for the entirety of the past three days.

“Who are you texting?” Dennis had asked him as he typedaway furiously on his phone, completely ignoring the McTiernan film they werewatching. Mac said it was Charlie, but that was suspicious- he was sending fartoo many words for Charlie to read; they almost exclusively communicatedthrough pictures and one-liners. He let it go and ground his teeth, listeningto the maddening sound of Mac’s thumbs tap-tap-tapping against the screen forthe rest of the movie.

The next day, Dennis suggested they try that new Thai place by their apartment for their monthly dinner, and that they should makereservations in advance. He knew Mac didn’t always like to try new restaurants,considering the dinner a holy ritual and not wanting to risk its sanctity, butDennis was floored when he flat-out said he couldn’t come. He’d used thatcautious, sing-song tone, too- and avoided eye contact as he told him he had togo see his mom that night. “It’s the same night every month, Mac, can you notvisit the woman another time? I mean, she doesn’t even like you!” Mac insistedon rescheduling anyways.

And today… today was the apex of it all. Today was thefucking crescendo to the three-day shit symphony. Mac had left his phone in theback office- unattended, for once- and Dennis definitely wasn’t snooping,because he doesn’t care about what Mac gets up to in his spare time. He was simply searching the desk for a marker to prove a point to Charlie about facial symmetry when a text lit up the screen…and it just so happened to catch his eye. It was from someone named Drew with ablack heart next to her name saying their reservation was moved to 7. It allhit Dennis at once- Mac texting nonstop, cancelling their plans, insisting ontaking the night off early- he had a date. He stood up their monthly dinner,their most sacred of traditions, for a goddamn date. He’d slipped out sometime around five-thirty, without somuch as a goodbye, leaving the rest of them to tackle the evening rush understaffed.

Granted, the evening rush consists of about six downtroddenchain smokers and an older couple that frequents to sleep in the booths, butstill!

Dennis leans onto the bar and takes a swig of his beer. Hesnarls in the back of his throat, half because he’s fuming at Mac and halfbecause his drink has gone sickeningly warm.

“Dude, you gotta stop that,” Charlie whines as he cleans chewedgum from underneath the counter, stowing the remnants in his pocket for somereason, “you sound like a dying cat.”

Before he can defend himself, Dee resurfaces with a tray ofempty glasses. She has a couple of crumpled bills sticking out of her pocket,which she uses like seed money, to make it seem as if she’s tippable. It’spathetic.

“Aww,” she teases with a childish sneer on her face, “didsomeone get stood up for their little dinner date?”

Dennis lets a long, exasperated sigh through clenched teeth.“Fuck off, Dee.”

“Whoa,” she replies, still laughing, with mockingly wideeyes. “Someone’s jealous.”

Charlie cuts in. “If you’re, like, lonely or something,Frank and I could come over and watch-”

“No, goddamn it!” Dennis shrieks and throws his hands in theair. “I am not jealous, all right? I do not care with whom Macchooses to consort in his spare time! As a matter of fact, I’m happy to havethe apartment to myself for once. It’s the charades I can’t stand. Theguy comes out of the closet every third Tuesday and goes right back in, gallivantingabout with women like he’s James fucking Bond! I don’t know about you, but Ifor one, am sick and tired of it.”

“Well, maybe it’s not-”

“Why do you care?” Dee talks over Charlie. “If he’shappy straight pride paradin’ around, then I say let him do it.”

“Because it is goddamn ridiculous, Dee!” Dennis counters.He’s been dealing with this for the past twenty years and he’s about reachedhis limit- the bullshit meter is almost to the top of his head- and he has morethan earned the right to be annoyed. “He brings loose women home, flaunts themaround in front of me like I’m to be impressed by his romantic prowess,pretends to enjoy making love to them, and for what? Because he can’t commit tobeing gay? Because a nonexistent god will send lightning down upon him to smitehim? It is absolutely absurd!”

Charlie and Dee share a look, and Dennis doesn’t know what itmeans, but he does know that he wants to hit them both across the facewith one good, honest backhand slap.

“So crash the date! Steal his girl! Ya’ know, cuck him!”Frank, suddenly at the bar and hoisting himself onto a stool, says much tooloudly. Luckily, their weeknight crowd is too busy drowning themselves in theirown sorrows to take notice. “Deandra keeps track of us on her pager.”

“I do not-”

“You stalk our locations, Dee, really?” Dennis questions. “Nowthat is just pathetic.”

“How… How do you do that?” Charlie wonders, starting to patat the back of his neck. “Like, with a chip or…?”

“No, see, what Frank is implying,” he explains, “is thatSweet Dee here watches us on her phone, everywhere we go, so she can livevicariously through us and make believe she has a personal life while she watchesLifetime movies and eats a family-size cheesecake by her lonesome. It’s justsad.”

“Hey, don’t take this out on me, bitch, I’m not the one whostood you up!” Dee yelps in a voice like an irate chihuahua. “Besides, Charlie,I can never see you, anyways.”

“He keeps his phone at home,” Frank says, chewing an oliveopen-mouthed like a horse, “in a bag of rice.”

“Well, maybe if you stopped taking it to the sewers, itwouldn’t get wet,” she suggests.

“Wet? I’m trying to keep it safe! If- If my apartmentgets robbed, they’re not gonna steal a bag of jambalaya!”

“You- You keep it in cooked rice?”

“Would you all shut up?!” Dennis shouts and slams his handsdown on the counter, rattling the empty glasses. He is at his wit’s end, and ifhe has to listen to this conversation a minute longer, his migraine is going topop his eyeballs out of his head. When he speaks again, his voice is level. “Fine.Let’s do it.”

Dee raises an eyebrow. “You want to crash Mac’s date?”

“Yes. Not because I care,” he clarifies, “but becauseI can’t play this game with him anymore. I am going to put a stop to this onceand for all.” Finishing off the last of his beer, he jams a finger in Frank andCharlie’s direction. “You two: no inventions, no possums, no dinner theatre-nothing except bartending and breathing.”

Charlie raises a hand. “What about-”

“No glue-eating contests, either, buddy.”

He puts his arm down with a pout.

“Let’s go, Dee. You’re driving.”

She scoffs in offense. “What? Why am I driving? Whyam I even going?”

“Well, what if they move around? You’re the stalker, I needyou on my team.” Dennis flits a hand around the room, out over their dominionof drunken singles and slumbering elderly. “It’s not as if you’re making tips.”

Besides, he knows she enjoys crap like this. She can pretendshe doesn’t care about the rest of them all she wants, claim she simply wantsto be left alone, but Dennis knows her better than anyone and he knows she likesto be included. He knows she lives for drama.

As expected, she resigns herself with a “fine” and followshim out of the pub.

—–

“Dee, truly, and I mean this from the bottom of my heart…Your music is the goddamn worst.”

They have listened to three Hole songs in a row, all ofwhich are essentially the same song, about scorning men and rejectingthe norms of society- none of which Dee, who bases her self-worth upon ratingsand the male gaze, can relate to in any way. Besides, the guitar sounds likeit’s in a fish tank.

Dennis would have driven himself, but unfortunately, heneeds Dee as his accomplice tonight.

Plus, it’s good that he doesn’t have to dothis alone. It’s good to have the company… not that he’ll ever say that aloud.

“I’m doing you a favor, you boner,” she replies, but there’sno malice in it. In fact, she kind of sounds like she’s enjoying herself.

Again, Dee is fond of a good revenge plot. What else wouldshe be doing right now, if not for this, anyhow? Impressions of celebrities fortips? A reality TV marathon in her bathrobe? This has to be the height of hersad, lonely, joyless night.

She’s very skilled at the whole vengeance thing, too.Sometimes her schemes shock even Dennis. It’s always been that way, ever sincethey were children. Dee would whip out a notebook and map out a meticulously-plottedrevenge plan while Dennis simply went along for the ride (and chickened out,half of the time, because he didn’t want to upset their mother or get into trouble). That’s something else he won’t tell her out loud, that he’simpressed with- and often disgusted by- her work.

“Well, are we almost there?” he complains, tapping hisfingernail against the door to the growling music and watching pedestriansthrough the window.

Dee glances at her phone. “Chill out, it’s after the nextlight.”

Wait…

Dennis raises his head, casting a suspicious glanceto the GPS, then back to the road in front of them.

“No…” he mutters to himself.

Sure enough, it is.

When they make the turn and pull up outside of therestaurant, it’s the fucking Thai place Dennis told Mac about just yesterday.He stole the idea from him! He’s having dinner, on their night, at a newrestaurant he was fully aware Dennis wanted to try, with some randomfloosy. Dennis should be the floosy! He should be drinking SangSom and eatingcoconut shrimp! He should be there, because it’s their goddamn monthlydinner, it is their night, and Mac wouldn’t have even known this place existedif not for him!

Oh, he is so furious, he could just scratch him…

“That impertinent son of a bitch!”

“Yeah, I kinda thought they’d be at, like, Taco Bell-”

“It’s not that!”

Dennis takes a moment, sighing through pursed lips, steadyinghis rage, then turns to face his sister.

“We were supposed to have dinner here! This wassupposed to be our reservation! Then this Drew woman comes along-”

“Wait, Drew-”

“And soils the entire thing! Our whole rhythm is broken. Wewon’t be able to have a proper dinner for months now, the vibe is all wrong.”

Dee scrunches her face up at him, like she does when he’snot making any sense, but he is making sense, he’s making more sensethan he’s ever made!

“Couldn’t you just do your little bros night out tomorrow?Or the next day?”

Dennis rolls his eyes. What a ludicrous question.

“It’s not about the schedule, Dee,” he says, waving hishands around wildly, “it’s about the mood. Our dynamic is going to be off untilat least November.”

There’s a moment of silence between them, no sound in thecar but the radio blaring angry chick music.

“So… what if they go on another date?” Dee eventually asks.She looks like she knows she shouldn’t, even before the words leave her mouth.“Like, what if this is a relationship thing?”

Relationship, that’s so ridiculous. This is all alittle scheme to tick Dennis off or get revenge on him for something he’salready forgotten doing, and it’ll be over by the end of the week. He doesn’twish to wait that long, though, so he’s simply ending it tonight. Besides, heshould be the one seeking retribution. He’s the one who was robbed ofhis periodic dining experience.

“This is all a little song-and-dance for Mac to prove onceagain that he’s heterosexual, or perhaps it’s a plot against me, but what it’scertainly not is a relationship.”

Dee’s eyes drift to the crowded restaurant behind him for a beat, then settle on his face, not quite looking directly at him.

“Then why is he here without you, Dennis?”

Because…

Well, perhaps he didn’t expect Dennis to show up duringdinner, but afterwards, he would have surely brought his “date” back to theapartment and made grand theatrics of it.

“Damn it, Dee, I will get to the bottom of this if it takesall night.”

Dennis unbuckles his seatbelt and throws open his door,stomping out onto the sidewalk.

“Yeah, I’m leaving you in an hour, cockmunch.”

—–

Getting past the hostess is easy enough. Dee nearly attemptsto disguise herself as an employee, but that is an awful idea and an absolutewaste of time, so Dennis simply puts on the charm and insists they’re meetingsome business associates. He keeps his head up high and waltzes pastthe booth into the restaurant before the woman can stop him. It’s all about theconfidence. If you look like you know what you’re doing and where you’resupposed to be, no one is sure enough or cares enough about their job to callyou on it.

He keeps a hand on Dee’s shoulder to guide her around beforeshe ends up donning a fake mustache and sneaking in as a waiter. They have toappear as if they know where they’re going, as if they’re with one of thesegroups, so they can’t wander around too much.

Mac will likely be in a booth. Dennis himself preferstables, and always insists they get one (sketchy diners at two in the morningexcluded), but Mac likes booths because he enjoys kicking his feet up andlounging around like he’s on the damned sofa at home. He is a classless savage.

The place isn’t too big, but it’s crowded- it takes them allof six minutes to track Mac down.

And when they do…

“Oh.”

That’s all Dennis can say.

He softens all at once and his shoulders drop, handsstilling at his sides. All of the fight in him goes limp.

Mac…

Mac is on a date.

With a guy.

“Dennis…” Dee says cautiously, reaching out to place a hand onhis back. She’s tentative with him, not like she’s afraid of him or thinks he’llhave an outburst, but like she’s sure if she talks too loudly or touches himtoo solidly, he’ll shatter like breakaway glass. It’s as if she thinks he’s fragile.“I’m sorry.”

Dennis’ unblinking eyes don’t leave Mac’s table. He can’tlook away from the anxious tension in Mac’s shoulders, the playful grin onhis lips, the way his face lights up when he laughs, the way he inches his handacross the table, the way his foot bounces excitedly against the floor…

It’s like watching a horror movie play out in front of him,but instead of a topless woman getting axed in the spine, he’s powerless tostop Mac from falling victim to happiness.

“For what?” he mumbles softly. He’s not sure the words comeout at all.

“I’m sorry that it’s real.”

Real… Please.

He hardly knows this guy. Sure, they’ve been texting backand forth for a couple of days, but that’s nothing compared to twenty years.It’s nothing deserving of standing Dennis up.

It sinks in that Mac cancelled on him for an actual date,and somehow that’s worse than if he’d paid a sex worker to spend the eveningwith him. It feels like a Shakespearean betrayal and stupid Drewbreaking a spring roll in half and passing Mac the rest is the blade against Dennis’ throat.

He tries feeling nothing and it doesn’t work. He triesrage and it doesn’t quite fit, either. He settles on jealousy and it’s like a glove.

A newfound wave of determination washes over him as heremembers himself and turns to Dee.

“I can still ruin this,” he decides, knowing he can still seduceMac’s date if he has to. Oh, no one has any idea how far he’ll go for revenge.

Dee takes a good, long look at the two of them laughingabout something on a chili sauce bottle like they’ve known each other foryears.

“Okay, but… why?”

Dennis tries to find a reason, but they’re all gone now.Everything he preached earlier on how this was about denial and cowardice andstagecraft… It’s all off the table. He racks his brain for a reason why thisburns at him so hotly, why he still wants to crash this, why he still wants todestroy it for Mac right in front of him, and settles on the inconvenience ofit.

“Because it’s going to be even worse. Mac pretending tosleep with a woman for a couple of nights is one thing, but having arelationship? Bringing a date back to our apartment? Letting him use ourshower? Having to hear about this man, day and night? I will not be a part ofthat, Dee.”

“So, just to clarify, Mac is never allowed to have arelationship as long as he lives with you?”

Dennis nods. “That’s the idea.”

“Sure, that’s fine, that’s healthy. That’s a perfectlynormal way for a grown man to think. Nothing weird about that at all.”

“Just shut up and follow me.”

He starts off towards the table before Dee can protest.Thankfully, she falls into step behind him instead of making a scene andblowing the entire thing.

By the time Mac’s date has noticed him, Dennis is faking awide, friendly grin that he’s certain looks charming, and not at alllike an enraged chimp suppressing its rage.

“What a coincidence!” he exclaims, struggling to maintain hishoney-sweet cadence.

Mac jumps at the sound of his voice as if it were arattlesnake’s hiss. His fight or flight response seems to activate before heeven looks at Dennis- muscles tensing, hands squirming, eyes going wide, breathcatching. When he cranes his neck to meet Dennis’ gaze, he’s making a face likehe’s been caught stealing.

It’s fitting, he supposes. He did steal something. Hestole the pleasure of their monthly dinner right out from under Dennis, stolethe music and the dark liquor and the conversation and the rice noodles andoffered it all up to somebody else, to some absolute stranger. He shouldbe mortified.

“I…” is all that escapes his dumb, floundering mouth.

Dennis takes the liberty of explaining for Drew’s sake.

“My sister and I just happened to be having dinner with somefriends,” -he gestures to no table in particular- “and who do we see?” Claspinghis hands together, he turns to Mac with less of a smile than a warning snarl.“Won’t you introduce us, Mac?’

“This is…” -Mac clears his throat, eyes darting between thethree of them, looking for a way out but finding none- “my date.”

“Drew,”’ the man says, clearly confused but holding out hishand regardless.

Dennis takes it and squeezes tight as he shakes, really putshis shoulder into it. A handshake says a lot about a man, a lot about histrustworthiness and virility and how much power he can generate, and Dennis hassomething to prove.

He doesn’t see what all the fuss has been about, these past fewdays. The guy is nothing to text home about. Sure, he’s passable, perhaps evenconventionally attractive, but his smile is too gummy, his jawline is toodefined, his toned arms are all deltoid and no bicep, and what is he wearing? Acheckered shirt? In a Thai restaurant? Any self-respecting man would know thepatterns clash.

“Dennis Reynolds. I own the bar Mac works at, which surely,he’s told you much about.” He rests a hand on Mac’s shoulder, who startles athis touch. “I also own our apartment. And our bank account. And our car. But…”-he chuckles, humorless, and it immediately fades into a straight stare-“mostly the bar.”

“He’s my… roommate,” Mac mumbles sheepishly.

Drew squints at him for a second, then pointsin Dee’s direction. “And you are?”

“Hungry,” she jokes, snorting in laughter at herself,and Dennis boils a little inside. Before he can say anything else, her talonsare in his arm, spinning him in the opposite direction. “We should be gettingback to our meal. You guys enjoy your date, or whatever people say.”

Dennis tries to stand his ground, but Dee’s fingernails inhis flesh are so painful that it takes all of his strength to keep from screaming.She drags him into an empty booth before he can stop her.

“What the hell?” he whispers through gritted teeth. “Whatare you doing, Dee?’

“You’re being a real dick wart, Dennis,” she chastises him.“Look, I know you want to throw your little trust fund fuckboy alpha maletantrum, but you’re freaking Mac out. I mean, look at him.”

Dee gestures towards Mac, who is still watching them acrossthe restaurant, eyes like a deer in the headlights, as his date talks to theside of his head.

“Besides, I thought you were gonna do the cucking thing. Youwere acting like Mac’s husband or some shit.”

“I was not,” Dennis insists and cups his handstogether. “I told no lies. I was simply emasculating Mac in front of his date.I mean, who wants to have dinner with a man who can’t drive himself or controlhis own finances?’

Dee narrows her eyes and rolls her teeth over her lip,analyzing him like she’s not sure he’s serious.

“Um, you?”

“Wh-” He scoffs in disbelief. How incredulous of her, thoseare two completely different types of dinners. “I am not-”

Before he can say something for himself, a waitress is atthe end of their table. She looks perplexed, presumably wondering why theyhaven’t been served yet, but retains the smile on her face.

“Do you guys need anything to drink, or…?”

“Can you not see that we’re having a conversation?!” Dennissnaps.

“Yeah, bitch, we’ll get drinks when we’re good and ready!”Dee backs him up.

The waitress rolls her eyes and walks away.

“I mean, it’s fucking rude.”

“Completely unacceptable.”

“She saw us talkingand she just waltzed right up like she was part of it!”

“I’m sorry, Dee, I had no idea the service here was soterrible.”

Dee frowns and glances at the kitchen door the womandisappeared behind.

“I kinda do want a drink, though,” she says.

“Yeah, I’m pretty thirsty…”

It’s quiet for a minute. There are forks scraping and platesclattering and incessant, mindless chatter all around them, but it’s quiet attheir table. Dee picks at the finishing on the glass with her fingernail,peeling it off. Dennis watches the pieces flick onto the floor and wonders whathe’s going to do if this is a long-term situation, if he has to live inproximity to this weak-handshaked stranger all the time, has to tolerate himday in and day out. The thought of having someone digging through he and Mac’sfridge, using their bathroom, taking up space on their couch… it’s annoying.

The thought of that person sharing a bed with Mac, eatingout of the same bowl of popcorn as him, wrapping a hand thoughtlessly aroundhis waist in the kitchen while he makes coffee, kissing him on the cheek asthey cuddle under a blanket…

Annoying isn’t the right word for the way those things feel.They don’t sting at his nerves and tense his muscles like annoying things do.Instead, the mental image sits at the pit of Dennis’ stomach with everythingelse he’s buried over the course of his life. It’s a different animal entirely.It’s…

He doesn’t know why, but it feels like losing a sure handhe’s bet all his chips on.

“You want me to take you home?”

Dennis observes Mac, who still looks nervous, but has fallenback into the swing of his conversation.

“No,” he mumbles.

Dee lets out a short, resigned sigh.

“You want to be fuck up his date?” she offers.

Drew (stupid name for a guy, by the way, just commit to thefull Andrew) rests a hand on Mac’s arm and Dennis’ stomach collapses intoitself like a house of cards.

“Thought you were doing the high road thing,” he answers, “youknow, like a superior bitch.”

She huffs through her nose like a bull, but the loud, enragedresponse never comes. Instead, her voice is gentle, as if breathing on ahair trigger.

“I didn’t realize what this was about,” she says.

Dennis raises and eyebrow and turns back to her, slowlytrying to process what the hell she’s referring to. He can’t figure it out, andhe can’t think of a way to twist it into an insult, either, so he just stares.

“Don’t look at me like that, you skid mark,” Dee spits,sounding a little more like herself. “I’m not having this fight with you again.Look, here’s what you do…”

—–

Ding ding ding ding!

Dennis taps a knife against a wine glass, both of which he’sswiped from an unobservant old couple, and the tinny sound echoes through therestaurant until everyone in the room falls silent.

Mac is looking at him like he’s got a bomb strapped to hischest. The fear and embarrassment in his eyes is almost humiliating enough torectify this entire situation- almost, but not enough.

He clears his throat.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m standing here tonight because… Imade a mistake. And I want to fix it.”

Dennis smiles at Mac, who gawks nervously at him. He putsthe sweetest, sappiest, cheesiest look on his face that he can muster, justknowing everyone in the room is going to fall for it immediately. He’s got a knackfor manipulating people.

“Mac, baby…”

Mac’s eyebrows shoot up into his hair.

“I know I told you I wanted to see other people, but… I’verealized something, in the last three days. I only want to see you- forthe rest of my life.”

He earns a couple of aww’s and affectionate hums fromthe restaurant patrons. Stupid, stupid, stupid people. They don’t even know himand they’re already convinced he’s in love with Mac. He’s a much better actorthan Dee is, and he would shove that in her face, if she hadn’t been the one tocome up with this plan.

“Look, I know I messed up, but… I’m not afraid anymore, Mac.I know how I feel. And I know you came here with Chad, and I know what you’regonna say, and I know I don’t have a ring…”

Mac’s got his face in his hand, and Drew looks absolutely appalled.No matter what he answers, no matter how this plays out, this date isdefinitely destroyed.

“But I’d marry you with this.”

Dennis snatches a ring-shaped onion slice from a woman’s salad,and she simply sits there and lets him, because she’s that enthralledwith his speech. He makes sure to grind it good and hard between his fingersbefore setting it back down- he’s going to need that.

“Because none of that matters.” He pretends to take amoment, burying his face in his hand and digging his oniony fingers into hiseyes. When he feels them start to tingle, feels a tear drip down his cheek, helowers his hand and sniffles. “What matters is you, man.”

A few more aww’s are whispered, and Dennis feelsquite pleased with his exceptional performance.

“Jesus Christ, Dennis.” Mac turns back to his dateand reaches out for him. “This isn’t-”

“No, you know what? Go ahead.” Drew scoots his chair backand stands to his feet, tossing the napkin from his lap onto the table. “I sawthe way you two looked at each other.”

Clearly, that statement has no basis in fact, but it worksto Dennis’ advantage, so he’ll take it. Before Mac can even stammer out a syllable, his date has abscondedand stormed out of the restaurant.

“Dennis-”

“Mac, listen…”

Dennis crouches down in front of him and takes his hands,all of the tears in his voice gone as he whispers to him.

“They’re going to give us free dessert.”

Mac stops glaring daggers at him, and the tension in hismuscles relaxes. His hands go limp under Dennis’ as he scans him over,observing the streaks of foundation he no doubt has on his cheeks.

“Fine, asshole,” he answers loudly enough for the entiredead-silent restaurant to hear.

A few scattered people begin slow clapping, unsure as towhether or not that’s a positive response. Dennis makes quick work of slickinghis thumb across his eyes and eliciting a few more crocodile tears.

“He said yes!”

The restaurant erupts in applause as Mac shoots him a deathstare so hard he might pop a blood vessel.

—–

“There’s too much coconut.”

“That’s the entire purpose of the cake, Mac. Do you claimthere’s too much chocolate in a brownie, as well?”

“I’m just saying, it’s like suntan lotion.”

Mac swallows and sets his fork down, gaze focused on thetable. He leans onto it and rests his chin in his hand.

Before Dennis can suggest they get a tub of ice cream fromthe store instead, Mac mumbles into his palm.

“I know you’re uncomfortable.”

Dennis is thrown off guard by that.

“Well, I suppose the chair could use a cushion, but otherthan that-”

“No,” he grumbles. “About the date.”

Dennis? Uncomfortable? Over something so banal as Mac datinga guy? To accuse him of that, when he has always been perfectlytolerant, and Mac has been the one pointing fingers and throwing stonesin glass houses and proclaiming his condemnation of gay relationships from the steeples-it’s downright rude.

“I am not-”

“I can tell, dude!” Mac yells, finally sitting up andlooking Dennis in the eyes like a man. “You were uncomfortable earlier and you’reuncomfortable right now.”

Right now? He is merely trying to eat his free pandan cakein peace!

“Mac, I’ve always known you’re-”

“I’m not- I was just- I was trying something outand…” He gives up on whatever moronic protest he was going to attempt and,instead, lets his head fall face-first onto the table. A childish groan bubblesup from his throat. “Why did you follow me here?”

Dennis lets out a long breath and prepares himselfto say what he’s about to say.

“Look, Mac…”

Mac’s still got his head down, but he’s adjusted hisposition to gaze up at Dennis. This would actually probably be easier if heweren’t, though.

“When you cancelled our monthly dinner, I felt like Iwasn’t-”

“Are you done yet?”

Dee’s standing at the end of their table expectantly, tappingher foot and slugging down the last of a beer. “You better be in the car in thenext five minutes or you two shit socks are walking home.”

He glances to Mac and mumbles, “She smells like asock…”

For a second, Mac smiles and snort-laughs, until heremembers he’s supposed to be upset and his face falls again.

Dee’s freakishly strong hands slam the empty bottle down,with enough pressure to put a crack in the tabletop. “You know what? Fine. I’mleaving. You two deserve each other.”

Before she gets even five steps away, Mac shouts after her.

“Yeah, go listen to your stupid music in your dumb car!”

Dennis chuckles under his breath. “Her music isstupid.”

He reminds himself to thank her later, nonetheless. She canbe a half-decent sister on occasion. Sure, he owes her an apartment cleaning inexchange for the engagement idea, but still- nice of her to accompany himtonight.

“Sorry, Dennis, what were you gonna say?”

When you cancelled our monthly dinner, I felt like Iwasn’t as important to you as your date. I felt like you threw away years oftradition for some fool you barely knew. You’ve been on your phone all the timeand movies aren’t as fun without your commentary. You’re my best friend and Ihad to share you and it really sucked. And we don’t have to talk about the gaything if you don’t want to, but if you do, we’ll go get some ice cream and we’lltalk about it.

Dennis chooses to shorten it.

“You want to go get ice cream?”

Mac shrugs and agrees to the idea, on the condition thatthere’s no coconut involved.

The walk home isn’t too long, even with the trip to theconvenience store. They don’t talk much, but it isn’t uncomfortable. Sure, theycan chat for hours if left to their own devices, but when it’s just the two ofthem… it’s perfectly comfortable to say nothing, too.

Mac wraps his coat around Dennis’ shoulders when it getscold. He buries his hands in thepockets, where an energy bar rustles around in there. He knew Mac would never reallytake a chance on a new restaurant- the guy likes to play it safe.

He reminds himself that this is all for the best, for Mac.He needs Dennis. He relies on him for guidance and money andtransportation (present situation excluded) and basically everything in hislife. It’s good that he didn’t end up putting that pressure on somebody else.It’s good that nobody else is going to watch TV on their couch and eat straightout of their ice cream tub and dangle their legs over Mac’s lap. That wouldhave been annoying.

Yeah, Dennis reassures himself as he watches Maccarry the grocery bags and makes himself comfortable in his jacket, Macneeds him.

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Here I am, the italian guy revelaing his identity. After making killers fall and making them sick, I'll ask you, if that's possible, to write about Evan, Frank and Joey (Always them, they are my favourites) being really jelous (If not even possessive) about their male s/o just for talking, laughing and having fun with other male survivors!

I know how some people feel about possessiveness and jealousy when it comes to relationships, but hey you requested it so I made sure to include it! I’ll stick a small tw in the tags just in case.

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Evan MacMillan | The Trapper:

Evan MacMillan, jealous? It’s a very rare sight. Evan’s someone who was just blessed with copious of self confidence; it’s very rare for him to doubt himself - but he’s still human, and humans are full of worries. Evan trusts you, no doubt about it, and he has no issue with you talking to and being friendly with others. It’s when he hears that those other guys are starting to get a little too friendly with you, though, that he starts to feel the unfamiliar heat of jealousy welling up inside him.

Ever since ending up in the Fog, Evan’s tolerance, temper, and patience have increased drastically, so when he becomes more ill-tempered and silent, that’s when you know something is bothering him. He finds himself brooding whenever he’s not with you; his head swimming with thoughts of you, as well as thoughts detesting the other men that seemed to be completely disregarding and disrespecting your relationship with him. He’s never made you laugh like that (should he try to be more humorous?), you’ve never seemed to have that much fun with him (should he try to be more entertaining?) - he almost feels inadequate at times which is incredibly out of character for him.

His possessiveness is very subtle; he doesn’t want to be overbearing and make you feel trapped and uncomfortable, but the urge to remind you of just who you’re with and who you belong to is entirely too hard to resist. His hugs and holds on you become tighter while his kisses become longer, more ardent and rougher than they usually are. He doesn’t need to rely on words to convey his feelings of jealousy - they’re very present in the nature of his actions.

You’d have to remind him that that wasn’t the case, though. Truthfully, Evan does know this, however he’s always had an awful habit of overthinking and that was exactly what was happening. David, Ace, Ash, whoever it was you were talking to - were just friends. Just friends that were in the same, shitty situation as you, and you all were just trying to just keep each other company and keep spirits high. A few reminders that he’s the only one that you want as well as some extra time with him would be more than enough to quell his jealousy.

Frank Morrison | The Legion:

Out of the three, Frank is the one who gets jealous the easiest. Frank’s jealousy can get a bit unhealthy - he can get very possessive at times, going as far to almost plead with you in the form of demands to not see the men he deemed threats to your relationship. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, no - it’s that he doesn’t trust the others. You’re nice, you’re kind, and he worries that they’ll take advantage of that kindness somehow and steal you away from him.

I can see him (most of the Legion as well, to be honest) being one of the more social Killers; while it’s not really common for Killers and Survivors to mingle with each other outside of trials, it definitely is possible, and Frank is a part of the handful that can be seen lingering in the woods surrounding the Campfires. This, of course, is how he sees how you are with the other Survivors; particularly David. God, he hated that guy, and seeing how easily that braggart made you laugh made him hate him even more.

Frank would never take his jealousy out on you in a mean or vindictive way, no - you’re his boyfriend and he’d never harm you anymore than he had no choice but to do during trials. Instead, any Survivor he deemed as getting too cozy with you wouldn’t be making it out of any of his trials alive. He didn’t care if he threw the whole trial and they were his only sacrifice - they were going to die.

Frank, when the mood strikes, can get very physically affectionate with you, and both his jealousy and possessiveness are very evident by how feverishly he kisses you and doesn’t want you to leave his side. Despite how stubborn he tends to be, he’d value your wishes and comfort above his own feelings, though it may take awhile. If you asked him to tone it down, that what he was doing was upsetting you and making you feel uncomfortable, he’d respect that and comply.

Joey | The Legion:

Similar to Evan, it’s pretty rare for Joey to get jealous and possessive! He’s pretty lax about stuff like that, he’s perfectly fine with you getting friendly with and laughing with others. He feels no competition, nor does he feel like it’s putting the relationship at risk or like you might not be satisfied. He makes you laugh all the time!

Joey isn’t totally immune to feelings of jealousy, though. They still very well happen, albeit awfully rare. When they do, though, he’s pretty open about it and has no issue letting you know how he’s feeling. He isn’t blunt, harsh, or demanding - rather he seems a bit melancholy, almost. Sometimes he finds himself wondering if the difference in roles, the fact that he very regularly has to hunt you and your friends down and massacre you, makes you unhappy with the relationship. He can’t help but wonder if being in a relationship with someone more like yourself would be better, and maybe if the other Survivors felt the same way.

I really can’t see Joey as getting possessive, though! He does, however, have next to no impulse control at times, especially in trials. This leads to times where, if he was feeling particularly rough about the situation, he’d get a bit ballsy and go to town a bit more than necessary during trials, yet would go out of his way to spare you. Recklessness and acting without thinking is not at all an uncommon thing with Joey, and you’d have to remind him repeatedly that the Entity will end up punishing him for his favoritism if he continues to act on his whims and let you go. Him constantly sparing you, though, is his way nonverbal way of trying to make sure you remain happy with him and the relationship.

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