#i am having a GREAT DAY BRO I AM GOING TO COMBUST

[cupidjyu]

a little crush

(ot11) when he has a crush on someone (specifically, you)(request hehe thank you!!)

notes: headcanons yet i write a whole FIC for each of them LMAO sorry!! and for the anon who requested like a whole month ago IM so sorry i am working on it, i didnt see it until yesterday :( word count: 2k

sangyeon

the tough guy

believe me when i say that this dude will put on the dumbest tough persona on

like as soon as he realizes that he has a crush, he cannot handle any of his feelings

so whenever he’s around he just… sort of puffs his chest out and does that stupid deep voice thing

“oh yeah i definitely enjoy that movie.” his throat is STRAININGGG “we should you know… *coughs* see it together some time.”

“is your voice okay?”

like bro already has a deeper voice and he makes it lower?? to seem cooler? like man you sound like kermit the frog but okay

but other than that, since his love language is acts of service, he utilizes that so much

almost too much

like if you’re thirsty, he suddenly shows up with smoothies of every single flavor

and if you ever question why, he says some dumb thing like

“im rich”

like ???????? okay????? good for you????

anyway, just know that he tries to put this tough guy thing on but if you ever so give him any affection, he will melt into putty

jacob

the overthinker

he’s just so sweet i don’t even know how to describe it

like when he realizes, it doesn’t really change anything for him. he just thinks oh!!! that’s why i was sweating around them haha

but i feel that he starts to overthink everything

because he likes a person of course he wants to treat them 10x better

but hes scared

he wants to hold your hand! and so he does. very. slowly.

like he’s um that sloth from zootopia. and you notice and you stare at him weirdly like

“do you want to hold my hand or something?”

“what!!! no!! definitely not!!” and then he will blush and pout ADORABLY. “maybe i do,” he would whisper under his breath

and it’s so hard to resist him so you just grab it for him. and he kind of just explodes

and as you’re walking together he will STILL overthink

like he’d bombard you with questions. “is my hand too sweaty? too hot? do you want to let go?”

maybe shush him up with a kiss (WHAT)

anyway, he just panics a lot, i think. so best to soothe him or he might just combust

younghoon

the softy

initially, when he thought of you just as a friend, he liked to tease you a lot. like a bunch of jokes and insults

but after he comes to the realization that he might have a crush on you, he starts treating you with utmost care

and it kind of scares you at first

“aren’t you supposed to be bullying me?”

“me? no never! who said?”

“said the same younghoon like a week ago.”

but it doesn’t mean that the caring side of him isn’t the cutest thing ever. like it’s so cute that you might just question how much sweeter he would be as a… boyfriend

what!! snap out of it!

he’s just naturally a very observant person and knows exactly what you would need

if your eyes are drooping from exhaustion, he would shyly lend you his shoulder to sleep on

a really great pillow. falling asleep on him is now your guys’ new thing. and he loves it

sometimes he’ll take a selfie of you asleep on his shoulder and he’ll stare at it for hours

hyunjae

the jokester

when i tell you that hyunjae is the opposite of younghoon

at first, he’s a bit more serious. of course he has his jokes, but he’d rather treat you with politeness

but once he figures out that he might have a crush!!! he kind of loses his mind

he knows that he’s not good at hiding his feelings, his blushing, his sweatiness, his everything

so how does he cover it up? jokes. very obnoxious jokes.

like bro will not leave you alone. of course, he never does anything downright mean, but he does enjoy teasing you

but always after the teasing, he’s completely genuine again

like if you dress up one day he’ll say “look who’s dressed up? trying to impress someone?”

and when you get bothered or flustered, he will give you a sweet smile and he’s quick to reassure you

“you look very nice today. im sorry” he will blush and laugh sheepishly

sometimes though, he gets a bit too much

like if he’s getting really really loud, all you have to do is lean closer to him

his eyes would widen and he will be quiet REAL fast (gotchu!!!!)

he will stutter and pull away and he will not talk for the next 30 minutes with how dazed he is

he gets dazed very often. if you laugh he’s in a trance. you smile and he’s smiling back with GOOGLY EYES (like how he does to chanhee LMAO)

juyeon

the clumsy one

he’s such a fool

like that’s just it

when it comes to him that he likes you, oh he doesn’t know how to act

and since he’s already clumsy, when around you he’s like 100x time clumsier

like if you guys are walking together and you laugh or smile, he’s so busy staring at you that he trips on the sidewalk

and then he has a bloody nose

and then he’s overthinking so much he’s like oh my god oh my god my crush hates me now

but once you reassure him that you still like him he will relax again. in fact he’s just too cute to resist

he definitely tries his best. sometimes he wants to get you something good to eat. he will spend so much money for you

and when he gives it to you, you’re allergic. nothing works out for him and he’s spiraling again

“i’m so sorry” he would whine. “i didn’t know”

“shh it’s okay” you would laugh. bonus points if you press a quick kiss to his hand and he will be stuttering forever

kevin

the natural lover

he is the most natural out of everyone. when he figures out why he’s been so nervous around you, he doesn’t actually change much

he’s still nervous but he isn’t going to fall down stairs for you or anything

but he is going to start giving gifts a lot more. like anything that reminds him of you he will be buying

especially his art!!!! (yk how much i love artist kevin)

like you know how artists don’t tend to draw other people when asked? if you ask him oh he will gladly oblige

he will have you posing so ridiculously and he will be drawing to the best of his ability

“you’re so focused that you’re tongue is poking out.”

he would laugh nervously “oh really? i just… want this to turn out good.”

and when he gives it to you it’s just so beautiful. like it’s so beautiful and colorful and it makes you wonder is this how he sees you??

okay so now he’s blushing. it’s his art what would one expect?!

but compliment his skills and he will definitely be giggling himself to sleep.

his sketchbook is full of you from every angle btw

chanhee

the moment capturer

chanhee seems to be a lot more somber about it

he’s genuinely not so sure if he would ever have a chance with you

so yk what he does?? he takes pictures

he loves to take pictures of other people with his camera

so when he realizes he has a crush, he will bring his camera with him whenever he’s with you

“smile.”

“you took like fifty pictures already!”

“never enough” he would stick his tongue out

he loves capturing you doing anything. eating, smiling, anything

and once at home, he will look through the pictures and laugh to himself about how nice you look

sometimes he’ll send some to you and you’ll tell him to delete them

he keeps them anyway

and at some point if you ever so leave him, at least he’ll have the memory

bro someone needs to tell him he has a chance

he’s so hopeless TT

like it isn’t the end of the world, he just needs to confess LMAO he's just scared

changmin

the runaway

when he realizes that he has a crush he will flee from you immediately

he’s afraid and doesn’t want to take it face on

so whenever you try to be near him, he will flinch away

he doesn’t want his feelings to interfere with you, he doesn’t want to bother you

but don’t worry!! as soon as you talk to him about it, he will be ALL OVER YOU in a second

though of course, he’s still a little bit more cautious then before, he puts more feeling behind his touch

he used to only hug you as a joke or to bother you

but now, he hugs you when his feelings are too strong

“wh-what are you doing?” you ask when he suddenly pulls you into a tight hug

HES SO ADORABLE he��ll just bury his face into like your shoulder and BLUSHHHH

“im just… happy with you.”

AWWWWWWW he becomes so genuine

same thing with holding hands. he used to grab it to pull you closer from a passing car. but now he does it because he believes your hands are cold without his

it’s summer time.

but don’t remind him

haknyeon

the treater

haknyeon’s love language is showing you all the places he enjoys

he already does this with you but that would be like a weekly thing

after realizing, oh boy it becomes a daily thing…

like everyday, he shows up at your place and is like

“let’s go i know a good ice cream place”

“it’s like 6 am”

“but there’s usually a long line there!”

he just loves treating you to things. when he treats you to food, he will watch with an adorable smile when you try out his recommendation

or when he takes you shopping, he will always give you compliments when you try on clothes

and after, he will buy it for you !!!!

no matter if it’s super expensive or not, he just wants to see you smile

when you catch onto the change in his behavior, he will not deny it

he will definitely be shy about it but eventually he will tell you the truth with a shy smile

sunwoo

the shy boy

ik that a lot of peoples impression is that when he likes someone, he will be a big flirter

but really he’s only flirty when he thinks of you as a friend OR when hes already dating you

in between, where he has a crush on you oh my god hes the shyest cutie youll ever see

like say he’s handsome and he cant breath for the next hour

or if you ever so smile he will be sitting next to you trying to hold in his giggle

“*covering his face with his hands* you’re so…. AGH” and you stare at him like he’s insane

you may be confused but it slowly becomes more and more obvious

like just test it out! grab his hand and he’s biting his lip so hard to hold in his smile

like once he was smiling so hard he fell backwards in his chair

he was MORTIFIED

eric

your best friend

this dude is genuinely the most confusing guy you’ll ever meet when it comes to feelings

like he has a crush on you but hes also a huge coward

so yk what he does

he friendzones himself

like BRO??

like if he does anything remotely romantic he will literally be like “oh this is what friends do!!”

like one time he literally kissed the top of your head

you ask why

“its because we’re best friends” HUH??

like no two bffs do that cmon bro fess up

but if you confront him he will never lie

hes not capable of lying hes like an honest puppy

so he will slowly begin to stop friendzoning himself

like when he intertwines fingers with you

now he says, “i enjoy being with you.” with the sweetest smile

[bixy]

I put in my two weeks at my job last friday, and I definitely needed to, I was so overwhelmed with stress constantly, working full time and being in school is absolutely miserable and the fact that my job was ran so weirdly, like everyone would come in late, leave early, but every time I asked my boss for a different schedule he’d be like “I can’t do that this is a full time position”, and I’d also explain everyone gets different treatment but like they half ass everything so it’s really frustrating to watch and he’d just like...defend them? Like bro what the hell lmao this stupid job literally makes it feel like punishment for having a work ethic, which I mean, is on me I guess lmao but usually what i like to do is be really good at my job so I can do whatever the fuck I want and usually managers recognize that I give a shit so they’ll let me do whatever, but part of the problem is that my manager is like barely was around and the only people that get any recognition are the ones that talk like they do all this work like vs actually doing shit but man it is so frustrating constantly asking your boss for less hours and him saying no but then you see your coworkers leave early every fucking day like 😐

and like my one coworker who got promoted awhile back is like the rudest person I’ve ever had to deal with but it’s hilarious bc she’ll say the rudest thing to you and then whine and cry that no one likes her, like please pick something to fully commit to, don’t be an asshole and expect people to love you lmao

But yeah last fall semester was brutal bc I took business calc, business law and worked 40 hours (I do like 10,000-20,000 steps daily), I barely even saw any friends and was just in a terrible mood constantly, and basically lived off of subway and starbucks bc I had to study and do homework for like 5 hours straight, and then I missed my transfer deadline so I’m stuck where I’m at longer (I wanna move the fuck out of California so bad) and then I had to drop a class this semester, and like...I’ve had my period for well over a month now, which, isn’t great, might be closer to 2 months and I just feel like I’m about to combust

Genuinely pretty bummed bc there is a lot of people I do have a lot of love for at my job but man, at the same time I’m so worn out and I know if I had to stay there any longer I’d end up turning into the joker, they also did pay me pretty good and I was able to help pay for some of my friends meds and bills when I could and get dumb funky cardigans that are way too thick to wear but man, I am definitely at my limit and just want to focus on school since I got some savings, thinking about having a small break and then taking accelerated classes and maybe getting an extreme part time job to cover gas and car payments and get all my stuff ready to transfer to a university and just go to school full time and end my misery

[steine-druff]

do you ever just spend hours trying to figure out which specific issue of a magazine about a show that you loved as a kid contains that one comic that shaped you as a person AND THEN FIND SOMEONE WHO FOR SOME REASON STILL HAS IT AND IS SELLING IT

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 12

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Summary / TWs: Steve Rogers does not pass the vibe check yet again, le sad face. Loki is a good bro. Bruce fluff but what else is new? Literally everyone is a good bro, yo. Reader has best people. Tony's in there, kind of. Parents still suck.

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As always, my baby gay @miscmarvelwritings is the bestest beta!

"I think I am going to murder your father." Bucky's angry statement didn't surprise me. Neither did Steve's initial reaction, or anybody else's mostly pitying looks.

Bruce, my Bwucie, was calm and dejected. That worried me. I expected him to be at least a little bit green around the edges when Steve forcefully sat me down and made me explain the drunken, drugged stunt I'd done the night before, but alas, it seemed like Jolly Green was just sad. Or disappointed. And I didn't know which was worse.

The more I thought about it, the more defensive and abrasive I became. "And you'll kill yourself trying, he'll drive you fucking nuts" I responded to Barnes. "Honestly, I don't fucking see the problem here. My dad shows up five times a year at best. It's been like that forever. And it's not like I'm some kind of junkie," I defended myself, and my dad, because I really didn't see the huge deal about it. Relaxing once in a while doesn’t hurt anyone.

"It's not right!" Steve exclaimed, loosely banging a fist on the table. The self-righteous prick, seemed like he wanted to pick a fight just for the sake of it.

"And who are you, exactly, to say that? The moral police?" I blew up, standing and turning to the blonde man, hands on my hips. "Or you've decided to be my parent without asking me first? Keep your hopes up and maybe a fuck will magically appear, so I could give it to you."

He stood up in turn, getting uncomfortably close to my face. I was suddenly reminded of the fact that he was a very large, very strong man. "We want what's best for you! Can't you see it?" Rogers was getting red in the face, crossed arms, staring at me down like I was dirt under his shoes.

"How about..." I seethed, having to stop mid-sentence to swallow the scream that wanted to erupt. "How about... You FUCKING ask me what I want?"

"I suggest the Captain leave to go calm down," Loki suddenly piped up. He stayed silent throughout the whole conversation, picking at his food instead. Only after his sharply uttered words I noticed he had stood up. His hand hovered over my shoulder, body discreetly wedging between me and the Captain.

I heard Steve growl before he stormed off, throwing an annoyed look at Loki. A pregnant silence hung in the room. The longer it lasted, the more I wanted to crawl out of my skin, suddenly hyper aware of all these people - strangers, save a few - debating on what to do with me. Like I wasn't a person. Like...

"Ugh, fucking hell," I growled, beelining for my bag. I had definitely overstayed my welcome.

"Where are you going?" Bruce asked, standing up to follow.

"Home," I replied curtly, nodding my thanks to Loki for the intervention. He nodded back, walking off. I would have probably started swinging at the Icicle Dick if not for the raven haired Asgardian's timely interruption.

"I'll drive you," Banner trotted after me like a dejected puppy. I didn't have the mental capacity to deal with this, at all.

"I need to see Tony first. Meet you downstairs?"

Bruce nodded, looking even more confused.

Tony kissed me hungrily, in between promises to kill Steve and cancel my dad and get me my own apartment in the tower. Believing in fairy tales wasn't something I was ever prone to; I smiled, nodded along and did my best to shut him up with my own mouth on his. I left with the promise to text him as soon as I got home.

"How are you?" Bruce asked me as we once again drove through the busy city. This was becoming a nice habit but we really had to meet up when I wasn't going through another one of my turmoils.

"All things considered, I am great. Better than I've been in a while." I answered honestly, meaning it. However brief Tony's attention would be, it still satisfied me. Then and there I decided to always, always cherish what happened during my brief stint in his arms.

"Really?" Banner's warm smile was an unexpected but pleasant surprise. "Care to share?"

It threw me for a loop. I didn't know how much Tony wanted to disclose regarding what happened between us. I didn't know the extent of his friendship with Bruce. I didn't know...

"Tony," I choose the usual option. Admit what you can't deny, deny what you can't admit.

"I know the feeling," The good doctor chuckled, companionable-like and meaningful. "He tends to go all the way for the people he cares about. Too much, if you ask me."

"What do you mean?" I was confused. Sure, me and Tony were friends. But not, like, super close or anything. We'd fucked, or more like messed around, so I expected our friendship to grow colder. That's what happened when friends decided to bump uglies.

"I mean... He'll move mountains and challenge the government and bully them into dropping charges against you," There was a hint of sadness in Brucie's voice. I vaguely recalled seeing something on the news, something about the Hulk and a massive destruction spree. It didn't take long to put two and two together.

I reached out, putting a hand on his knee. He covered my palm with his own, giving it a brief, warm squeeze.

"It must be great having a friend like that. You're both wonderful and brilliant. You deserve no less," The smile threatened to split my face in two.

Bruce returned the smile but the sadness didn't go away. "You realize that extends to you, right?"

"Me? I'm just me, Bruce." I wasn't sure where this was going. "I'm Peter's classmate and the resident hot mess express."

Bruce frowned, deep and long, up until he parked. Life seemed to be taking back all the happiness it gave me previously-in fucking buckets. The strap of my bag was going to get its threads pulled out with the way I was fiddling with it.

"Baby… Princess?" The scientist turned to me, tone torn somewhere between stern and pleading. "Listen to me. You are brilliant. Incredibly smart, talented and beautiful. Don't ever, ever think of yourself as less than any of us." I gaped at him.

Did he mean us as the Avengers? Us as Tony and Bruce? Meanwhile he continued, "In fact, I think you are the one who deserves so much better. I don't know what Tony found in me… Or what you found in me."

Was the man an idiot or yes? That was the question of the day. Cursing Tony's affinity for small cars (bless me and my own SUV), I only hesitated a moment before grabbing the dumb Banner by his face and startling him into looking straight in my eye. "If you don't quit talking all that fake-ass bullshit, I will kiss you. On the mouth. With tongue."

"Uh," Was his articulate response. I watched him squirm, blush and lose the heat to his argument.

"Exactly. I've had it all with you idiots today. Next time someone says some stupid ass fucking thing, I will kiss them. On the mouth, with tongue. Pass it on," I exhaled, releasing his face and dropping my head onto his shoulder.

"Some way of solving conflict you have," Banner chuckled weakly, throwing an arm around my shoulders. "I'd like to see Steve's reaction."

"A boner, probably, because he needs to get laid before he spontaneously combusts," I grumbled venomously, still bitter about his reaction. The Capsicle needed to chill. Hehe.

"I'll pass it on too," Bruce remarked wryly. "See you next week?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Bwucie, you're the fucking best," I kissed the scientist on the cheek, giving him a tighter than usual parting hug and walking up the pathway. Home.

Mother was nowhere to be seen - and the obvious reason for that laid on the kitchen floor. Couple of smashed dishes, a bottle of whiskey laying half-empty in a puddle on the grey tiles. The living room rug bore more stains and the smell of alcohol, bitter and acrid (like my soul, hardy har), hung heavily throughout the whole house.

At least I wasn't the only one who fought for myself that day. Mother probably had landed a good one on dad, too, by God the woman could be ruthless with her icy words. Dad never stood a chance. I've felt begrudgingly respectful of the way mother put people in their place with her words ever since I understood sarcasm.

First things first, I cleaned up the mess and opened the windows a smidge, cranking the air recuperation system to the max. Hanging around a place that smelled like a bum on a good Friday night was a horrible way to spend free time. Having successfully cut myself and bandaged the cuts up, I retreated to my room, not wanting to spend more time than necessary in the quiet, stinky, creepy house that my home had become.

My phone was long dead so I plugged it in, waiting for the 2% to appear, turning it on. A few messages from Peter, first cheerful, then worried and then relieved. Tony must've placated the spider child and told him I was staying at the tower. Good call, Tones, or else poor Peter would've worked himself into an anxiety attack and crashed in a dumpster while patrolling. Or something. I still didn't quite get his spider-hero side-gig.

A text from Bruce - rather, a photo, of a disgruntled Steve with his eyebrows raised, titled "I told him the next time he freaks out, you will kiss him. With tongue. Barnes cackled for about ten minutes until he ran out of air."

And a text from Tony. My chest tightened when I opened it. "Good tactics. Sneaky, clever, I'd give it a B+."

I snorted. Then the phone beeped again and I froze. A text ordering me to be ready tomorrow, for a date night? Unreal. I was torn. A part of me was elated, thinking Tony wanted to keep me around like that. The other, more sensible part, was firmly telling me to chill TF down. He'll most likely kindly reject any further intimate interactions, maybe have me sign a few NDAs.

I still answered positive, mushy and cute and all. Feelings aside, I wasn't about to change my texting style for any man. My God, I was turning into a monster. A horribly cheesy, pink, soft, fluffy monster.

The next day, school was nearly unbearable. People talked. Not to my face, of course, since the rumours of me putting away Flash Thompson were still fresh enough for everyone to be cautious around me, but the whispers followed me throughout hallways, tongue in cheek remarks thrown at me from the bathroom stalls, behind the teacher's desks. Did I care? Nope.

Okay, I did, but not in the way one would think. The little spring in my step, a slight smirk. My thoughts were occupied with my upcoming dinner with Tony.

Peter and his pet nerds stood at my side, the ever watchful guards. I had no idea why they decided I needed reassurance or their comfort (I did not), but I had to admit it was cute. MJ, in particular, glared her Death Ray Stare at any male-identifying student that dared to as much as look wrongly in my direction. I mostly ignored the trio. Pete himself did a great job with entertaining his friends, he babbled on as usual, about everything and nothing in particular. Mouth ulcers. He was going to get them one day.

Dad called me during third period, saying he was flying off to California. I would have been lying if I said I didn't know why he scheduled the sudden trip; mother's total radio silence and the absence of her laptop in her own office spoke volumes about the state of my family's affairs. They had a fight and ran off to the opposite ends of the continent. I didn't understand why mother was upset with me, though. I saved her face during dinner at Tony's, so why is she mad about me going to a party with dad? Baffling woman.

Admitting the house felt like home when either of them were absent was hard. Or, perhaps, I felt nothing at all. Spending so much time around the Brady Bunch- the Avengers made me too soft for my own liking. It wasn't just Tony that lived in mind rent-free all the time now; there was Bruce, with his kindness, Bucky with his overgrown teenager attitude, Wanda with her wit and hair that smelled like cheap shampoo - seriously, I absolutely had to show her the benefits of decent hair products. That was just to list the few little quirks. There were so many people, all of them different and wonderful in their own way.

To summarize it, I was both happy for them and bitter for not having any of that to myself. Although it made me kind of glad I didn't have a sibling - looking after someone in the mess that mother and dad created would've been a nightmare. They say it's always a better place where we are not.

I went through a whole pack of cigarettes in a span of a couple of hours. Plagued by strangely melancholic thoughts, trying to push down the anxiety over my upcoming date, my choice of outfit proved to be a cumbersome task while in process.

Expensive but simple dress with spaghetti straps, in my favourite colour. That was the easiest part. A good base for any accessories. Would Tony like it? Would the press make outrageous comments?

Either way, it would. Dad's comments cut deeper than I probably realized it until now; in a sudden bout of self-awareness and a couple of mouse clicks later... Tony wouldn't care. Tony wears suits with sneakers. The Manolos flew back, towards my shoe closet, and a pair of Chanel trainers made their debut. A Hermes 2002 barely weighed down by my wallet, keys and phone. A nice coat, too, appropriately light and so very conceptual and fashionable.

I spent way too much time deciding on what to wear. A stern talking to, however, didn't help me, and I had to redo my make-up - the "nude", "all natural" look was one of the hardest to nail. Or so Marie Claire said. Whatever, my highlighter game was, as usual, on point.

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[yinyanchan]

Housemates x Zoot Suit Riot Crossover: Lucky and Strike part 1

Wanted to post this for my birthday. You guys get to see it here first before the parts are combined and put on AO3. I will update when that happens as I’d like to do POV’s I’ve written for housemates and Zoot Suit Riot as well. The rating on it will be M as we do have a lot a pervs to cover and well Lucky being Lucky.

Summary: In which Blue and Orange from Housemates end up getting sucked through the still active machine in the basement of the house and swaps them with Lucky (Underswap Mafia Sans) and Strike (Underswap Mafia Papyrus) from my fic. Zoot Suit Riot. If you haven’t read Zoot Suit Riot… you are in for a treat with Lucky. Rating is what is and you will find out soon enough.

Check it out under the cut!

Blue was cleaning up near the dryer as Orange was helping him fold clothes in the basement. Both of them zoned out at what they were doing… until…

“You hear that bro?” Orange looks around. He faintly hears a soft whirring sound but both the dryer and washing machine were off.

Blue pauses and looks around.

“I HEAR IT BUT WHAT DO YOU SUPPOSE IT IS? I MEAN I FEEL LIKE I’VE HEARD IT BEFORE BUT I CAN’T HONESTLY PLACE IT.” He hums as he continues to investigate with his brother.

“Oh crap. It’s getting louder behind the locked door.” Oranges’ sockets widen as do Blues.

“YOU DON’T THINK THE MACHINE STARTED UP ON IT’S OWN DO YOU!?” Blue looks highly concerned over at his brother.

“It doesn’t seem possible. Go get Sans… I’ll take it from here.” Orange says undoing the lock on the door only to have his hand gripped by his brother.

“I DON’T WANT YOU GOING IN ALONE. MAYBE THIS IS SOMETHING LIKE AN UPDATE BUT I DON’T WANT YOU TO GO IN AND IT POSSIBLY TAKES YOU FROM ME.” Blue is serious and Orange relents… he knows if he doesn’t comply he won’t even get the chance to investigate. Blue will ground his sorry behind that’s for sure.

“Ok bro. On the count of 3 we go in together.” Blue nods, getting that serious big brother mode game face on.

“1...2...3” They open the door and are instantly bathed in light and are instantly sucked into the room. Then moments later two skeletons who look eerily similar are thrown into the room.

They both groan slowly getting up from their awkward positions on the floor. They both look at each other only to do a double take.

“Brother, I know you are lazy but honestly?” The Blue look alike scowls at the orange hoodie clad skeleton next to him. The skeleton in question looks himself over and then scoffs.

“At least you can tell what I’m wearin’ unlike you bro… what even is that?” His brow raised in question.

The Blue imposter looked down at the battle body that Blue so lovingly wore in absolute disgust.

“THE FUCKING HELL IS THIS!? WHERE IS MY GODDAMN SUIT!?” He raves then touches head for his hat… and instantly blue tears are welling up in his sockets.

“Strike… my hat is gone… my classy yet uniquely me bowler hat has gone missing… I CAN’T BE CLASSY, yet highly adorable, AND GET PUSSY IN THIS!!!” The blue skeleton has tears cascading down as he looks around for something far more wearable… he only can find more of what his brother Strike is wearing and aprons.

“Lucky, Look, it's a bit more serious than our clothes right now. Forget our soulmate was in the world we left behind?” Strike asks his brother who looks ready to combust.

“THAT IS THE PUSSY I WAS TALKING ABOUT!!! IF WE ARE HERE THEN WHERE IS SHE!? SHE BETTER NOT BE STUCK WITH THOSE ASSHOLES WITHOUT US BIDDING FOR HER AFFECTION!” Lucky looked positively pissed.

“Well she’s not here obviously.” Strike meanders to the machine listening to its soft dronning hum.

“FIX THIS NOW!!!” Lucky demands but Strike laughs.

“Unfortunately this is out of my league. My machine doesn’t even have one of these usb ports. I had to print orders on a card file for the machine to read it… one mistakenly placed card would throw everything out of order.” Strike sighs.

“Hmmm perhaps this may be a similar situation we were in… multiple versions of ourselves convening in one alternate universe. I say we go out there and pretend to be whoever these skeletons are and single out the one who is responsible for this mishap.” Lucky says lifting up the battle body attire with a repulsed look.

“Great plan bro but how are you sure that they will think we’re them.” Strike questions.

Lucky pulls out the photo in the chest plate of Blue and Orange posing for the picture.

“I think we can handle it.” Lucky smirks, his blue eyes sharpened to blue icy stars.

Strike chuckles as the pose gives everything away. They were just plain ordinary versions of themselves in a different universe… How hard could it be?

They go up the stairs and find themselves face to face with someone so strikingly familiar their soul about leapt out of their chest.

“Y/N?” Lucky asks almost in a whisper but loud enough for you to turn around and smile. Lucky is in a daze and he feels the familiar pull of his soul's longing.... Could it be that there was another soulmate version of you in this world.

“What’s up Blue? Done with the laundry already? From the way you were lecturing Orange about his growing pile of filth… I thought you’d be down there a lot longer.” You chuckle as you come up to pat his shoulder.

The silence was obviously starting to worry you.

“You ok…..” You start but are instantly cut off by Strike chuckling.

“It’s okay honeybun, he’s a little speechless after he found a snack in the pockets of one of these (Slightly lifts the hoodie for emphasis) and it’s well traumatized him a bit. He’ll be back to good ol’ Blue in a moment.” Strike knew he slipped up by the way you look at him puzzled when he called you honeybun but fortunately his deductions about himself in this world were correct. You snort making both Lucky and Strike ease up from the tense situation they were in.

You give Lucky a hug which he’s shocked but instantly hugs you back.

“I’m so sorry Blue. At least it’s not like when Red went on a full cursing rampage… You and Berry both were mortified for days.” From Lucky’s position he was able to make eye contact with his brother.

It was an unspoken acknowledgement of the information they had just gathered. So there was a Red and a Berry… then you leaned back to look at Lucky once more.

“I’m sure you’ll be my cheery, bubbly Blueberry in no time.” Lucky almost cringed and Strike couldn’t hold back his laughter. Leaving you confused and Lucky glaring daggers at him while your focus was off.

Lucky only used that persona as a ruse… He hated being cute but he would do it in a heartbeat if it meant he could get something he could use. Everyone usually thought Strike was in charge and were left confused when Lucky showed up and made sure everyone knew their place. Strike knows that persona works like magic… no matter how much Lucky hates it.

“MWEH HEH! YOU HAVE ME THERE Y/N” Lucky throws himself into the act. You give him a concerned look again but shake it off with a grin. Lucky saw it and knew that Blue must’ve given you a term of endearment that he must call you by constantly… He wished he knew what it was…

Luckily he and Strike were always a team and Strike has his back.

“Sorry honeybun but it looks like he’s still a little out of it.” Strike snickers and Lucky puts on a playful pout that instantly has you looking relieved.

“Well this homework isn’t going to do itself… If only…” You sigh and grab a backpack off the floor and start heading upstairs after waving to them.

“Strike, She’s not used to you calling her honeybun. She seemed okay with honey before the bun. Just call her honey but there must be something this Blue was calling her… I can’t think of anything at the moment of what it could be…” Lucky has his game face on again as they both stand around thinking about their gameplan.

Well… if they couldn’t get back to where they were… There was a soulmate for them here and they both smirked at one another.

“There ya are pipsqueak.” Both Luck and Strike turn to see someone who was definitely a shorter version of Sweets… Had the most atrocious shorts with a parka… but red and black per the normal color pattern. Also the gold fang that stuck out like a sore thumb… So that could mean that their version of Swisher was here too if his brother was.

Lucky actually looked behind him in confusion and worry like there was someone else that he hadn’t seen. Strike noticed the skeleton rolls his eyelights.

“You, You dumbass.” As Lucky turns to glare and Strike straightens himself a little… ready for a fight.

Then all of a sudden the other skeleton starts laughing.

“What? am I in trouble? I shouldn’t be cursing is that it? I hope I don’t invoke big brother mode.” The skeleton continues to guffaw only when he notices that the two skeletons aren’t really reacting the way he was wanting… in fact they seemed deathly serious.

“Hey come on… didn’t mean it. Ya not seriously gonna go inta big brother mode because of that?” The skeleton that resembled Sweets starts to look them over concerned.

“What the actual fuck are you going on about?” Lucky is seething. Strike coughs to let his brother know he’s slipped character because of his anger once again.

Too late the damage has been done. 

The skeleton starts to eyeball them both a little more and starts to sweat.

“Who the…” He pauses in his question then in a blink disappears while yelling “Sans!”

“Well isn’t this a total shit fuck of a mess I put us in?” Lucky groans.

“Told ya ta watch yer anger bro… now all I can say is we gotta sell who we’re impersonating.” Strike sighs as both walk around and try to get familiar with things as quickly as possible.

Both of them find themselves wandering into the living room to be cornered by someone who looked like Black from their world. Only they almost had their jaws drop at his outfit. Bandanna with ragged looking black and red clothes that showed off his spine like a midriff. 

“YOU TWO KNOW WHY RED IS SHOUTING LIKE THAT? IT’S NOT LIKE HIM TO BE THAT OBNOXIOUSLY LOUD.” The new skeleton loudly hisses out.

Strike had to nudge Lucky as he saw his brother's eye sockets narrow in what was sure to be a retort. Shocking his brother to let out a “MWEH” as he suddenly remembers.

Strike was good on hunches and was definitely a walking talking lie detector… even though that doesn’t stop Lucky from lying all the time.

“Come on, Berry, don't be like that. Poor bro is traumatized enough as it is going through my laundry.” His hunch was right as he watched ‘Berry’ shudder in absolute disgust.

“INDEED. I’VE SEEN THE WAY YOU AND RUSS LAZE ABOUT… THAT ROOM OF YOURS MUST BE EQUALLY ATROCIOUS TO HIS.” Berry shakes his head.

“Where is everyone?” Strike grins as he knows this will get them names at least.

“FORGET ALREADY? SANS IS AT THE UNIVERSITY ALONG WITH PAPYRUS AND RUSS. YOU KNOW? DOING THEIR JOBS. EDGE IS AT HIS JOB AS WELL. AXE AND NOOK ARE IN THE GARDEN AND RED OF COURSE IS BEING AN IDIOT. DEAREST IS ATTENDING HER HOMEWORK.” Both skeletons flinch at the smile on Berry’s face when he mentions well… you… who else would it be that a skeleton like this would be so fond of?

Yet Strike and Lucky are grateful to the access of information that was just handed to them on a silver platter.

Lucky has been in thought while listening to the drivel of his newest rival. What would he call someone absolutely dear to him? Obviously it would be something similar to this Blue… would it be Starshine? He likes stars and the way they shimmer and shine… but even Strike seemed to be a little off with honeybun.

“YES! DOING HER BEST! S-ORANGE? AFTER ALL OF THAT YOU’RE SURE YOU DON’T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE THAT NEEDS TO GO IN THE WASH?” Lucky almost slipped but pulled through.

“I’m sure bro.” Strike says with a grin knowing where this would go.

“I DON’T BELIEVE YOU. LET US TAKE ANOTHER LOOK SHALL WE?” Lucky and Strike begin to make their way upstairs leaving Berry… without realizing that Berry is looking at the stairs they chose weren’t the stairs they often took to go to their rooms.

Shrugging it off. Blue might’ve wanted to pop in to see how you were doing.

As Lucky and Strike crest the landing both look at each other seriously. You were in one of these rooms so they couldn’t go barging in but all skeletons were accounted for either not being here, inside, or upstairs… save for Red.

He was another problem. If he knew where Sans was he probably took a shortcut there but possibly could be in one of the rooms himself.

Strike shrugged and Lucky sighed walking over to the first door and knocked.

“Yes?” You called out and Lucky swooned.

“JUST CHECKING IF YOU NEEDED ANY HELP!” He calls out and you laugh.

“I might need some help with math later okay?” You tell him through the door.

“THEN I SHALL BE BACK TO HELP YOU.” Lucky preens but Strike pulls him away before he can say anything else.

“Bro, you forget that math is a subject you don’t excel at unless it’s you figuring out how to do something successfully in your own head?” Strike urges his brother to stop while they are ahead. Lucky was only good at numbers from his perspective and not from a textbook.

“Of course and by successful, it is! And Doing…?” His grin is lecherous as he looks back at your door.

“I will be.” He licks his teeth and Strike sighs. 

“Bro, I feel the pull too but we need our head in the game, so we can win it before they find out we aren’t who they thought we are.” Strike pulls him to the next door and knocks.

No answer. Looking around they slowly open it to not make a sound. They see a room in squalor and Lucky nearly gags. Lucky might be a little lazy in the mornings but he likes things nice and tidy.

This must be Red's room from the shorts they see lying about and the red and black color scheme… the only thing that really just has them floored are the pin ups… Naked pin ups…

Lucky looks around and sees a magazine. As he picks up the magazine the centerfold unfolds to a nude woman in a very sensual position.

“L-Lucky put that down!” Strike is flushed with embarrassment as his brother looks awestruck.

“I feel jipped. Where was this stuff in our timeline!? The only things naughty I had were stuffy pin ups with people in their unmentionables but only some skin was shown… This. Shows. Everything.” Lucky wipes a little drool away instantly pinning your face onto what he’s seeing.

“Guys!? Are you in Red’s room!?” They both freeze and Lucky instantly chucks the evidence away from him by instinct.

Only for them to sigh in relief that you were calling out from the otherside of the wall. Yet strike sees Lucky quickly stuff something in his pocket.

“YES WE WERE DROPPING OFF A TURTLENECK SWEATER WE FOUND IN THE DRYER!” Lucky quickly lies at the drop of a hat. Something that was both a blessing and a curse for poor Strike.

“Ok, but you know he doesn’t like anyone being in there when he’s not!” You call out again. You were still pretty muffled due to the wall… which had them looking at one another in curiosity if you had heard anything they said.

Seeing as you didn’t seem weirded out or come over in a huff they speculated that it wasn’t something to be upset about. So they quickly left and shut the door loud enough behind them for you to know they had left.

They went over and gently knocked on the next door so that you couldn’t hear but any occupant would. No answer so they silently slipped in. It was a very nice simple room. Had some books arranged neatly on a few shelves and at least they could see the computer on the desk without piles of dirty dishes and… well they didn’t want to think about what all those kleenex wipes were doing there.

There was a picture on the desk and this one showed Red and a Tall skeleton resembling Swisher from where they were whisked away from. Strike narrowed down the names listed and since it seemed to go in pairs the way it was given. Russ was obviously Berry’s brother. Sans and Papyrus of course the originals… That left Axe, Nook, and Edge. Since Axe and Nook were working together they might be brothers so that left Edge.

“Edge right?” Lucky smirks as he also narrowed it down. Well this wasn’t either of their rooms so they went down another door. Gently knock only to be spooked by a loud voice.

“OH! IS SOMEONE THERE? I WILL JUST BE A MINUTE.” They listen closely, leaning towards the door. They heard water stop running and then the door was thrown open startling them to both jump back. Panic stricken as they see a lumbering disfigured Papyrus lean down quizzically eyeing them.

“Figures there’d be one of him too.” Lucky gripes under his breath and gets elbowed by Strike.

“I AM TERRIBLY SORRY FRIENDS… WERE YOU NOT WANTING TO USE THE RESTROOM? OR WERE YOU LOOKING FOR SOMEONE?” They were at a pause… this was either Axe or Nook and since they had nothing to go by, playing it off was going to be a difficult feat.

“SCAVENGER HUNT.” Lucky blurted out and Strike looked at him like he’s lost his mind.

“WE DIDN’T WANT TO INTRUDE ON ANYONE MWEH HEH HEH.” Lucky gets that big sweet adorable grin as he rubs the back of his skull.

“OOOH A SCAVENGER HUNT!? WHO ARE WE SCAVENGING!?” The tall lanky skeleton of nightmares looks positively joyous and ready to join.

“Ummm who?” Strike looks between the skeletons nervously.

“MEHH NO! NOT WHO BUT A WHAT!” Even Lucky seems at a loss as his shoulders droop.

“YOU HAVE ME PUZZLED BLUE… TO SCAVENGE IS A HUNT FOR FOOD.” Both Lucky and Strike look floored.

“Then why did you say who?” Strike chuckles nervously.

“OBVIOUSLY BECAUSE I MADE A FUNNY. AXE AND PEACHES WOULD HAVE LAUGHED.” The one that is now known to be Nook poses dramatically and somehow his tattered cape like scarf blowing in wind that was not there.

Now the question was… who the hell was Peaches?

“MWEH! OF COURSE I GET IT NOW! VERY FUNNY NOOK!” Nook looks at Lucky weirdly but smiles.

“GOOD TO KNOW THAT MY DARK CANNIBAL JOKES AREN’T *Snicker* DRY.” He pauses and both skeletons seem to have no choice but to laugh while they are screaming internally.

“YES, WELL, NOOK PERHAPS YOU CAN HELP US?” Lucky quickly rebounds to change the subject. Lucky may have seen guts and glory in his line of work but the actual thought of eating someone was not something that sat with him lightly.

Nor for Strike who only sweats as Nook continues to chuckle and say “BONE DRY” under his breath.

“YOU SEE, ABSOLUTELY THE DARNDEST THING. WE ARE MISSING A SOCK. WE’VE BEEN HUNTING FOR IT BECAUSE ORANGE DOESN’T KNOW WHERE HE COULD HAVE LEFT IT… BEST TO RETRIEVE IT BEFORE SOMEONE ELSE STUMBLES UPON IT… LIKE Y/N.” He does the best bubbly impression he has but that doesn’t stop the tall skeleton looking down at him, with a knowing that something isn’t right.

“STARLIGHT.” Nook says bluntly at Lucky who falters.

“I BEG YOUR PARDON?” Lucky tries to keep his cool but even Strike knows when his brother is getting close to the ‘Fuck it’ stage and guns start blazing. Lucky was never really patient unless there was a type of goal that he really wanted to strive for.

“BLUE ARE YOU OKAY? YOU HARDLY EVER CALL PEACHES BY HER NAME ANYMORE. IT’S BEEN AGES SINCE I HEARD YOU SAY IT OTHER THAN STARLIGHT… YOU ALSO LAUGHED AT AXE’S TERRIBLE JOKES. ONLY I AND PEACHES… SOMETIMES EDGE AND RED FIND THEM AMUSING. EVEN RUSS AND YOU ORANGE ABHOR WHAT WE HAD DONE IN OUR TIMELINE AND CRINGE WHEN WE SAY THEM. SANS WON’T EVEN LET AXE TRY THEM IN HIS PRESENCE… PAPYRUS ACCEPTS US FOR WHO WE ARE BUT EVEN HE DOESN’T LIKE THAT KIND OF HUMOR. BERRY STRAIGHT UP FORBIDS US…. THAT IS UNLESS OF COURSE IT'S OVER SOMEONE WHO WAS MEAN TO PEACHES THEN HE FINDS IT HYSTERICAL AND ENCOURAGES IT… CAN NEVER REALLY TELL WITH HIM…” Nook goes off on a tangent… seems to be because he often does. Both skeletons just worriedly shoot glances at one another until he seems done.

“CONSIDER IT US BRANCHING OUT IN UNDERSTANDING FRIEND! MWEH HEH! NOW WE MUST FIND THAT SOCK!” Lucky puffs out his chest.

“OH YES! IT WOULD BE VERY EMBARRASSING FOR PEACHES TO FIND IT. HAVE YOU TRIED LOOKING IN YOUR ROOMS?” Nook questions and Lucky falters.

“WELL UM YES WE THOUGHT BUT PERHAPS YOU COULD HELP US? MORE EYES THE BETTER AT FINDING IT!” Lucky is trying to persuade Nook into helping them find at least Blue or Orange’s room.

Strike smirks. His bro is really good at handling things when he tries.

“NO THANKS.” Nook shrugs and walks off leaving Lucky and Strike to their stupor.

“Uh… Ok…” Strike looks at him quizzically and Nook pauses with a brow raised.

“LOOK, I’M NOT PAPYRUS… WELL TECHNICALLY I AM BUT I’M NOT JUST GOING TO RUN AROUND LOOKING FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S UNMENTIONABLES. THAT’S JUST… WELL UNSANITARY AND RUDE.” Nook scoffs at the other two and meanders off a ways… then turns and eyes them making them stiff.

“YOU TWO ARE ACTING VERY STRANGE. IT’S ALMOST AS IF YOU NEED ME TO FIND YOUR ROOMS ON THE OTHER SIDE DOWN THAT HALL.” He points and both skeletons waive their hands in defense.

“NO NO! OF COURSE NOT! IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY HELPING ORANGE GET THAT FILTHY LAUNDRY TOGETHER.” Lucky is quick on the draw to lie again.

“Yeah it’s been exhausting work waiting for the clothes to be finished… getting pressed…” Strike realizes he didn’t know what those machines were… he only knew dry cleaners… Lucky glares at him briefly.

“OH YES! PERMANENT PRESS! GOOD CYCLE! TAKES FOREVER BUT IT DOES GET EVERYTHING NICELY CRISP AND CLEAN.” Nook nods with a smile and then carries on down stairs.

Lucky and Strike both heave a sigh of relief they didn’t realize they were holding.

[averykedavra]

Valley of the Dolls 3/10

The wonderful idea of apathy!Roman goes to @caffeinated-cryptid, an amazing artist and all-around great person. Check out their @ts-unsolved au, it owns my heart! This is mostly in line with their ideas, but I took it in a slightly different direction. These chapters are getting steadily longer and I’m sorry. You can find this fic on Ao3 here.

(Title is from Valley of the Dolls by MARINA. Chapter is based around The Record Player Song by Daisy the Great)

Pairings: platonic DLAMPR

Warnings: gun mention, blood mention, eating and food, slight NSFW jokes, depression and depressive symptoms, very minor body horror, self-deprecation, suicidal ideation, sympathetic Remus, sympathetic Janus, a ton of angst (but I’ve got a happy ending planned). Set immediately after Putting Others First.

Summary: After the disastrous video and a week of spiraling, Roman becomes a Dark Side, Apathy. At first, Remus is thrilled, dragging his brother into all sorts of trouble. But Roman’s no fun anymore, the other Sides are paying a visit downstairs, and it’s becoming clear that Thomas can’t survive without Creativity by his side.

Chapter 3: Change of Pace

First. Previous. Next. Masterlist.

Wipe my eyes and cut me off I'm just crying for attention I wish I'd been a teenage rebel Never even got detention I don't really love you I just said that for a change of pace I'm sorry, sometimes I don't recognize my face ...Sometimes I think all I'm ever doing is Trying to convince myself I'm alive.

“So.”

Jan didn’t respond. He was still staring at the door.

“So,” Remus said again, hoping something would happen this time.

“One minute, Remus.”

Remus tapped his feet together and waited. Ten seconds in, he got bored. “So?”

Jan pinched the bridge of his nose. “One. Minute. Remus.”

“It’s been like five minutes already!” Remus complained. “Are you having a mental breakdown?” Remus poked Jan’s cheek. “You seem the type to have a mental breakdown.”

Jan swatted Remus’ hand away. “I am not having a breakdown. I am considering my options.”

“Really?” Remus asked. “What are the options?”

“Forcibly dump Roman back with the ‘Light Sides’, groom him in the ways of evil and selfishness, let him waste away on his own, or burn the entire Mindscape to the ground so I don’t have to deal with this insanity.”

Remus nodded thoughtfully. “I like the last one.”

“Why am I not surprised.”

“But I think you’re forgetting the most entertaining option.” Remus spread his hands. “How about—”

Jan glared at him. “Do not say murder.”

“Ah...” Remus shifted. “Theft! Of his life and internal organs!”

Jan gritted his teeth. “Of course you want to murder Roman.”

“I don’t want to,” Remus protested. “It would just be the most entertaining. He’s more fun when he’s alive! I can stab him and cut his fingers into itty bitty pieces and—”

A vein throbbed in Jan’s forehead. “Remus, be quiet for a second.”

Remus obediently waited a second. “—but I bet we could strangle him without too much trouble, unless you want to be really kinky and get some knives involved—”

“Remus.”

“—I dunno if you’re into that sort of thing...hey, we’ve never found out if you’re poisonous to eat! This could be our chance to—"

“Remus!” Jan snapped. “This has been a very long day. Thomas is sick as a dog from the reconstruction of his entire Mindscape, I had to comfort a sobbing Patton and a panicking Virgil despite not being an empathetic or comforting person, and now I find out that Creativity has been dumped on my doorstep like an unwanted magical orphan. Please, if you have any mercy, let me think.”

Remus looked Jan over. “So...you’re having a breakdown now, right?”

“Why haven’t I killed you yet?”

“Beats me!”

Jan leaned forward and slammed his forehead into Roman’s door.

“JanJan?” Remus tapped his shoulder. “Whatcha doing?”

“Praying for spontaneous human combustion.” Jan squeezed his eyes shut. “Give it a second.”

“C’mon.” Remus lowered his volume and tried his best to sound not entirely maniacal. “Let’s say hi to Roman already! Maybe he’s slept off his weird funk. Or maybe this was all thanks to sleep deprivation or a calcium deficiency and he’ll be back to normal in no time!”

“Should we be so lucky.” Jan slowly raised his head. “I suppose I should greet him, despite him definitely not wishing to see me.”

“He doesn’t want to see anyone,” Remus confessed. “It says so on the door.”

Jan nodded and knocked twice. “Roman? Can we come in?”

There was no reply.

“Let me in,” Jan ordered. “I am not having a repeat of the past nine days, Roman. I need to speak with you.”

Remus looked at the still-locked door. “Um, JanJan? Try not to sound like you’re going to yell at him for stealing your old record player or disown him for stripping. Just a thought.”

Jan sighed. “Fine. Roman, please. I don’t want this to be the case, but...you’re here now, and I want to help. Preferably to get you out of here as fast as possible. Whatever the case, I—I look after everyone down here. That’s my job. I suppose you’re technically part of that now. So...could you let me in?”

There was a long pause. Remus shuffled from foot to foot, ignoring the itch in his hands and feet. Jan glanced at him and tossed him a fidget cube, the one with the buttons. Remus grinned and began to fiddle with it immediately.

Finally there was a soft click and the door swung open.

Jan breathed a sigh of...relief? Who knew with JanJan. He stepped inside and Remus followed, still enjoying the satisfying click of the buttons.

Nothing in Roman’s room had changed. Roman still lay curled on the bed, staring at the wall.

“Hello,” Jan said delicately, fidgeting with his gloves. Remus chewed on his lip and wondered if Jan needed the fidget cube more than him. “Uh, Roman?”

“He’s listening,” Remus explained. “Just doesn’t bother talking back.”

“Okay. Alright.” Jan tried for a smile. “So! You’re Downstairs now? A ‘Dark Side’, to use your terminology? Do you know why that happened?”

Remus chucked the fidget cube at Roman’s back, but even the small thump didn’t make Roman respond.

“Right, I suppose you couldn’t answer any of my questions if you’re currently mute.” Janus flexed his fingers. “Look. Can I be honest with you?”

That got a small derisive huff from Roman. Remus grinned.

“Yes, haha, I’m Deceit, very funny, let’s continue.” Jan tented his fingers. “You’re upsetting the delicate equilibrium I’ve scrounged from what I was given in this miserable dump, and your presence has implications I’d rather not think about. So I would, if you’d be so kind to let me, like to return you Upstairs and have our darling friends the ‘Light Sides’ figure out how to fix this. Do you understand?”

Roman stared at the wall.

“This is very disconcerting,” Jan muttered. “Roman, please move. Or speak. Or convey to me your sentience.”

“Look, he’s not gonna.” Remus shrugged. “Just roll with it and drag him anywhere he needs to go. He’s, like, really depressed.”

Jan’s eyebrows pinched together. “Depressed?”

“Yeah, he’s blue da ba dee da ba die.” Remus waved a hand. “It’s obvious.”

Jan gave Roman a piercing look. “If that’s the case, maybe we should summon that strange therapist with the pink shirt?”

“Roman’s side of the Imagination,” Remus said. “Dunno what it’ll look like right now. I guess we’ll have to explore...other avenues.”

“I don’t know whether you’re implying sex or torture, but no.”

“Hey, they don’t have to be mutually exclusive, if you—"

“I’m going to stop you right there.” Jan clenched his fist. “Why did I take that oath to never silence you guys?”

“Oh yeah!” Remus turned to Roman. “One of the perks of being down here—JanJan doesn’t shut you up! I mean, I guess he never did anyway ‘cause he says you’re easy to manipulate, but—” Janus coughed loudly. “Anyway! It’s actually pretty cool down here, Ro-Bro! We’ve got a couch and everything!”

Jan’s face worked. Remus didn’t know if he was about to smile or frown. “Yes, because Upstairs, they sit on a giant dinosaur plush to watch TV.”

“That sounds really cool though!” Remus exclaimed. “Remind me to make that later. Then we’ll have a couch and a dinosaur plushie and this handsome face and Jan’s cooking and a ton of other cool stuff!”

“Thank you,” Jan said, “for helping me list more reasons that support my claim: Roman should leave now.”

“I’m just trying to make him feel welcome!” Remus crossed his arms twice over so they slipped in and out of each other like slimy spaghetti noodles. “Look, either we stick him back with the Light Sides who are kind of the reason he’s like this, or let him hang out. Or murder him.”

“No murder.” Jan held out a finger. “I draw the line there. The others would be furious and I’m this close to infiltrating them and gaining their trust.”

“Oh, that’s what you’re calling it?” Remus grinned, darting out of reach. “What about that time you almost cried last week ‘cause PatPat gave you a hug—”

Jan hissed. “Be quiet!”

“What? Can’t handle the truth, Deceit?” Remus glanced at Roman. “Anyway, I really don’t think he’ll be telling anyone.”

Jan was silent. Remus took that as a cue to check Roman over and make sure he hadn’t died while they were talking. Out of the dimly lit hallway, he could see the gauntness of Roman’s face and the paleness of his skin. He had a small cape, and the edges were tucked around him in a makeshift blanket nest. His hair was greasy and unwashed, the dark section stiff like someone had rubbed turds into it.

“I could kill him,” Remus said conversationally. He knew he was repeating himself, he knew Jan didn’t want him to keep bringing it up, but the silence was awful and ill-fitting like an itchy Christmas sweater. “I could just knock him in the skull, he wouldn’t feel a thing!”

Jan opened his mouth, probably to tell Remus he was being annoying—yeah, like Remus didn’t already know, like that wasn’t the whole point of his existence—

“Sounds nice,” Roman mumbled, curling tighter into his blankets.

Remus’ train of thought derailed, smashed through the station, and caused the deaths of hundreds of innocent people.

Jan stared at Roman, eyes wide.

“Okayyy,” Remus said slowly. “Um—”

“No!” Jan threw up his hands and stalked towards the door. “No! Absolutely not! I am not equipped for this! We are taking him Upstairs immediately, Remus, and if you get in my way because you want another guinea pig, so help me I will lock you in your room!”

Remus glanced at Roman on the bed. His brother, usually so grand and loud and bold and annoying, looked very small.

“Jan,” Remus called. “Wait.”

Jan paused in the doorway, not turning around. “This had better be good.”

“I—” Remus searched for words. He wasn’t really good at stringing sentences together like Jan, because his thoughts didn’t really come in sentences. They were just bursts of feeling and vivid images.

“Can he stay the night?” Remus sucked in air through his teeth. “I know you hate him, but...maybe a few days?”

“He’s not welcome here,” Jan fired back. “He’s not safe here. You know this.”

“And he’s safe with them?” Remus laughed. “They’re the ones who made this happen in the first place!”

Jan turned around, frowning. “Remus, that’s not what—”

“Please.”

“What?”

“Please,” Remus repeated. “I bet you really want to help but you’re just being slippery about it. Please.”

“Of course I want to help!” Jan snapped. “I protect the ego—helping Roman is, quite literally, in my job description. But I don’t believe letting him wallow in sadness in this hovel hotel will do him any good!”

“So you’re saying you couldn’t do a good job?” Remus laughed. “Hey, I turned out fine! And Virgil’s alright except for the neuroses and panic attacks, but who’s perfect?”

Jan stared at him. “I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic.”

“You know I don’t understand sarcasm!” Remus clasped his hands. “Pretty please, JanJan? Pretty please with mucus and intestine on top?”

A muscle jumped in Jan’s jaw.

“Fine,” he ground out. “He stays. For now. Only because I am not in the mood to go upstairs and deal with that mess again.”

Remus beamed, running up to Jan and spinning him around. “You’re the bestest, Double Dee!”

“Don’t call me that,” Jan muttered, extricating himself. “Let’s go, it’s time for dinner.”

“Goodie!” Remus clapped his hands. “Can Roman come too?”

Jan gave Remus a weary look. “...I suppose we couldn’t let him starve.”

“Yes!” Remus pumped his fist. “You won’t regret this, I swear!”

“I’m sure I won’t,” Jan agreed, watching Remus with a vaguely amused expression. “Spaghetti and meatballs tonight. Get Roman down the hall without maiming him, if possible.”

“Will do!”

Jan nodded and swept out the door, leaving Remus alone with his conked-out brother.

“So, Ro-Bro.” Remus stuck out his tongue and licked his eyelids. “You ready to get carried again?”

To his surprise, Roman sighed softly and rolled off the bed, landing on the floor with a loud thud.

Remus winced. “Um...good job! You planning to roll to the kitchen?” Roman made a weak gesture.

“You want me to roll you.”

Roman shook his head.

“You—”

Roman slowly, painfully slowly, started to sit up. “Oh!” Remus said, grabbing his hand and helping him to his feet.

Roman slouched, Remus noticed as he finally stood all the way up. His chin was dropped and he didn’t make eye contact. His cape curled around him, a safety blanket. Roman yawned and stumbled.

“Hey, no!” Remus yelled, clapping loudly. “It’s not sleepytime anymore! It’s dinnertime! Do you want to starve to death? Actually don’t answer that, I’m already worried enough about your mental state.”

Roman obligingly didn’t answer. He just sunk out. Remus idly wondered if Roman could rise up anymore or if he’d just appear like the rest of them. Then he thought to wonder where Roman was going.

There was a scream and a crash, and Jan yelled “Please do appear behind me!”

Remus snickered. Question answered.

He sauntered down the hall, pausing to work on a mural he’d been making on the living room wall. It depicted what Remus thought the inside of a stomach would look like. He added a few globs of red on one end before licking the paint off the brush and tossing the brush to the floor.

Jan was boiling water in the kitchen, his extra arms pouring drinks and setting the table. Roman was slumped in one chair, chin in his hand, picking idly at his napkin. Remus swung into the chair opposite him with a large smile and a squelching noise. He tossed a dead duck onto Jan’s chair. Without even looking, Jan grabbed the duck and tossed it in the trash. Boo.

“Here.” Jan ladeled the spaghetti into four bowls. One, he covered with saran wrap and left on the counter. The other three he tossed on the table. Wiping his six hands on the dish towel, Jan finally turned around. Remus saw him flinch slightly when he saw Roman sitting at the table.

Made sense. That used to be Virgil’s spot.

Jan quickly shook off the surprise and sat down, his arms disappearing into his sides. Remus frowned. He liked JanJan’s extra arms. They were all wiggly and opened up all sorts of neat possibilities. He still hadn’t found out if they regenerated after getting cut off. Like a starfish! Or a worm! Or an immortal fire golem! Maybe the hand grew a mind of its own and would scuttle around like one of Virgil’s spiders. It would be fun to have a pet hand. All of Roman’s pets ended up dying gruesomely, and almost five times it wasn’t his fault.

“Eat,” Jan said gently, winding spaghetti around his fork. He’d given Remus a fork, probably out of some delusional optimism that Remus would actually use it. Remus stabbed the fork into his shoulder for safekeeping and shoved a handful of spaghetti into his mouth. Then he popped in two meatballs, squirted sauce directly into his mouth, and swallowed.

Jan pointedly stared at his plate.

Roman wasn’t eating at all. He poked idly at the spaghetti, elbow on the table.

“Cheese?” Jan offered, pushing a bowl of grated cheese toward him.

Roman stared at it thoughtfully. His arm whipped out and he grabbed a handful of cheese, stuffing it into his mouth.

“You know,” Remus said, grinning, “I’m starting to like you.”

“There’s two of you.” Jan watched Roman swallow with disgust. “There’s two of you.”

“This is all I’ve ever wanted.” Remus wiped a fake tear from his eye. “Someone who truly understands me.”

Jan snorted. Roman didn’t. He let the remaining pieces of cheese fall from his hand and resumed staring at his spaghetti.

“It’s not poisoned,” Remus assured him. “Jan wouldn’t do that again. And anyway, I’d have been poisoned by now. Unless it’s one of the poisons I’ve built up a resistance to. Then you might be screwed.”

Roman set his fork down and pushed the plate away.

“Roman,” Jan said, rolling his eyes. “It’s not poisoned.”

Roman pushed the plate a little further away.

“Cheese isn’t a meal.” Jan pushed the plate back. “You need to eat.”

Roman looked away. “Not hungry.”

Jan gave Remus a loaded expression. Remus didn’t like that. The only things he liked loaded were guns and bank accounts.

But Jan took another bite of spaghetti and his expression smoothed over. “It was a huge scene Upstairs.”

“Really?” Remus leaned forward. “I want the juicy details!”

“Well, they’re all extremely distraught about the loss of their prince.” Jan’s eyes flickered over to Roman. “Virgil had a panic attack, I believe. Logan was furious, I couldn’t tell who at. Thomas immediately collapsed with a fever, and Patton wouldn’t stop sobbing into my shoulder.” Jan brushed at the offending shoulder. “It might have been amusing under different circumstances, but this time it was just sad.”

“Damn.” Remus tore a meatball in half and stuck the halves on his middle fingers. “Wish I could have seen that.”

“They probably won’t fully recover for days.” Jan glanced at Roman again. “That entire debacle in Roman’s room shook Virgil and Thomas up. I have no idea what actually happened, but from what I heard, it sounds nightmarish.”

Roman curled into himself, grasping at one side of his cape. “Sorry,” he whispered into his spaghetti.

“No, I—” Jan stammered. “R-right. Well, doubtless as soon as they recover, your friends will be marching down here and getting you back. Virgil especially would hate to leave you in such company. They won’t trust me to take care of you, that’s for certain. Perhaps they’ll mount some sort of rescue mission.” Jan smirked. “That would certainly be entertaining. If they call upon me to play the villain, I will gladly oblige.”

“Liar,” Roman muttered. “What?”

Roman’s mouth closed. Jan stared at him. So did Remus.

“O-of course I’m a liar,” Jan said. “My name is Deceit.”

Wait—which was the lie? That Jan would want to play villain? That the Sides didn’t trust Jan? That the Sides would come for Roman at all?

Remus funneled spaghetti into his mouth. Thinking sucked. That’s why he left the smarty-pants stuff to Jan.

Jan, who was now stabbing at his spaghetti viciously. Roman’s eyes closed and he seemed to fall asleep in the table. Remus grabbed his bowl and placed it on his head, letting the remaining tendrils of spaghetti crawl down his forehead.

Jan slammed his fork on the table. “Did I do this?”

Remus scrunched up his face in confusion. “Do what? A murder? A butthole?”

“This.” Jan gestured violently at Roman. “Is this my—I mean, am I going to be held accountable for this?”

“Why do you care?” Remus asked.

“I’d rather not be burned at the stake for corrupting the good prince Creativity.” Jan bit into every word. “So? Roman? Is this my fault?”

Roman didn’t open his eyes. Remus was sure he hadn’t heard the question until Roman said,

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Jan hissed. “That is not an answer!”

Roman shrugged. “Doesn’t matter now.”

Jan opened his mouth and shut it again.

“If you’re not gonna eat your food,” Remus said to Roman, “can I—”

“I’ll save it as leftovers,” Jan interrupted, taking Roman’s plate and sliding it into the fridge. “Remus, touch it and your life is forfeit.”

Remus pouted. “Roman wouldn’t mind, right, Roman?” Roman snored softly, head on the table.

“Is he asleep?” Jan asked.

“I guess?” Remus shrugged. “Must have been tired.”

“Hmph.” Jan placed the dirty dishes in the sink. “There goes my plan to force him into doing dishes. If he’s loitering around for the night, he may as well make himself useful.”

Remus looked at Roman, who was drooling on the table. “Yeah, I wouldn’t count on it.” Janus sighed loudly, casting his eyes up to the ceiling.

“But I can do the dishes!” Remus offered, jumping up and wiggling his fingers. “I’ll just need some hot wax, molten lava, and—”

“Never mind.”

“It’ll take like three seconds! Literally!”

“Never mind, Remus.”

“Fine, whatever.” Remus kicked his chair. “You’re full of don’ts today. What can I do?”

Jan’s face pinched. “I suppose you can accompany me this evening.”

“Yay!” Remus hugged Jan quickly. “What are we doing?”

“I was thinking Aladdin. A classic tale of lying and deceiving one’s way to the top.”

“Alright!” Remus grinned. “I like the genie.”

“You would.” Jan glanced at Roman. “Maybe a Disney movie would—get him moving.”

“I don’t think he’d get moving if there was nuclear fallout, but worth a shot.” Remus slid into the living room. “Let’s go!”

“You get it ready,” Jan said. “I have to...” He picked up the fourth plate of spaghetti.

“Right.” Remus really, really didn’t want to be alone with his brother. It would be silent and deadly. “I’ll come with!”

Jan, to his credit, didn’t look immediately disgusted. “Remus, I don’t think that’s necessary—”

“I’m coming!” Remus winked and congratulated himself for his innuendo. Then again, everything was innuendo if you said it right. “You said we’d get to hang out! So I’m sticking to you like a barnacle on the bum!”

“Sh*t,” Jan said, not looking that disappointed.

“Do you have some?” Remus asked, dancing over to the hallway. “That’d make things interesting! Come on, JanJan, let’s not keep him waiting!”

Jan pushed past Remus and strode down the hall. Remus followed, reciting every sex position he knew. It was victory every time Jan winced or said “Really, Remus?” Heck, it was a victory every time Jan looked in his direction. Momentary distraction was the peak of Remus’ social skills and all he could ever hope to achieve.

They passed Remus’ room—Remus made sure to make the door roar loudly and enjoyed Jan’s little jump—and came to the handle-less door. Jan carefully unlocked the flap and slid the spaghetti inside. As soon as it fell in, he slammed the flap shut and locked it again.

“Why do you do that?” Remus asked, summoning a bone and chewing on it.

“You know how dangerous he is.” Jan stood up and wiped off his gloves.

“No, I mean, why feed him? It’d be safer if you...let him be, right?”

Jan gave Remus a piercing look. “He’s a part of Thomas too, whether we like it or not. I’m self- preservation. I can’t just let him starve.” Jan marched back down the hallway. “Aladdin, was it?”

“Huh.” Remus tossed the bone at a wall and it cracked in two. “So how’s Roman different?”

Jan froze. “I...Because Roman has somewhere else to go. Aladdin, right? Let’s go, Remus.”

Remus spared a glance at the unmarked door and followed.

Aladdin was alright. Remus made a little ding sound every time Aladdin was shown shirtless. Janus hummed along to all the songs, though he bared his teeth when Remus pointed it out. Roman woke up briefly about halfway through, having been transplanted to a pile of cushions on the couch. Remus wondered if he would sing along. Instead he just hummed to himself and closed his eyes. For a second he nodded along to the music—no, no he was just nodding off, and okay he was asleep again.

When Aladdin ended, Remus put on The Shining. Janus took that as a cue to leave.

“Put Roman to bed,” Janus reminded him. “Well...he’s already asleep, but don’t let him stay on the couch all night.”

“He seems pretty chill,” Remus said, watching Roman’s bangs ruffle with each snore.

“Then do whatever you want.” Janus yawned. “This has been a thoroughly delightful day and I hate to end it, but my brain may explode if I have to continue thinking. Don’t burn anything down.”

“No promises!” Remus said. “Night, JanJan!”

“Sweet dreams, Remus.”

Yeah. Right.

Jan disappeared down the hallway, leaving Remus alone. It was the boring part of The Shining, so he fast-forwarded to the weird part. Roman didn’t wake up even when the screams started. Still, it was kind of nice to have company. Usually Remus spent his nights alone, bingeing horror flicks until his eyeballs were red. He didn’t really get tired, so it didn’t matter, and he did some of his best work at night.

It definitely wasn’t because of the nightmares.

Remus caught himself mid-thought. Lying would just alert JanJan. And it wasn’t Jan’s business. Yeah, maybe Remus missed Jan’s lullabies and being able to actually act on that promise that ‘My door is always open, Remus.’ Maybe it would be nice if he didn’t have grisly dreams of his friends dying every night. But Jan was busy these days. And Remus was Intrusive Thoughts. This was part of the deal. Remus was all the nasty stuff siphoned off of Roman to keep it away from Thomas. It was his job. And Remus loved his job! Just...not the side effects.

Remus turned up the volume until his eardrums rattled and he couldn’t hear himself think. Roman muttered something and turned over.

It was loud. Really loud. Remus barely noticed when someone appeared in the doorway.

He did notice when the TV turned off.

“Hey!” Remus whirled. “Jan, what gives—”

It wasn’t Jan.

“Sorry,” Patton said, “but I’d like to talk to you.”

“Um.” Remus debated hollering for backup. “This isn’t the best time.”

“I know.” Patton stepped forward, wringing his hands. “Please? Just a minute?”

Remus shrugged, catapulted himself over the back of the couch, and bowed. “What can I help you with? You finally decided to murder that really annoying barista?”

“What? No!” Patton frowned. “Remus, murder is wrong!”

“Yeah, yeah, if you’re boring.” Remus waved a hand dismissively. “Anyway, what’s the scoop? Haven’t got all night.”

“Right.” Patton nodded. “Um, have you seen Roman?”

Remus choked on air. “Say what now?”

“Roman,” Patton repeated. “Look, stuff—um, kind of got out of control today, so I was wondering—”

“Of course he’s here!” Remus laughed. “He’s a Dark Side now, PatPat! He’s asleep on the couch right now!”

There was a loud thump behind him.

“He’s asleep on the floor!” Remus winced. “Give me a sec?”

Patton nodded. Remus vaulted back over the couch and grabbed Roman’s sleeping form. “C’mon, bro, that cannot be comfortable. I’m putting up with the couch thing ‘cause I’m lazy and like the company, but you’ll put a real crick in your neck down there. Come on, up you get. There we go.” He shoved Roman into the pillows, made sure he was secure, and popped back over the couch. “You were saying?”

Patton’s eyes were wide. “He’s...he’s a Dark Side?”

“Oh, don’t act so pleased about it!” Remus folded his arms. “Thought you were trying to be nicer to us.”

“I am, I just—” Patton glanced at Roman, who was snoring on the couch. “I’m worried about him.”

“’Course you are! Join the club!” Remus grinned. “But he’s alright for now. We’ve got things under control!”

Patton didn’t look convinced. “Can you let me talk to him?” “He’s asleep.”

“When he wakes up?”

“He’ll probably fall right back asleep.”

“Well.” Patton nodded. “I’d like to talk to him at some point. Bring him Upstairs when you can.”

“Sure,” Remus said, gritting his teeth. “Upstairs. Soon.”

“Thanks,” Patton said, looking relieved. Remus noticed the skin around his eyes was red. “Um, tell Janus hi? And tell Roman...tell him I love him, alright?”

“Tell him yourself some other time.”

“I-I did.” Patton bit his lip. “He didn’t believe me.”

“Oh.” Remus clicked his tongue. “Gotcha. I’ll tell him.”

“Thanks,” Patton said again. “That means a lot.”

“Cool,” Remus said. “Are we...done here? ‘Cause I’ve got, like, things to do—”

“Right! Sorry!” Patton laughed. “I’ll get out of your hair!”

“Have fun,” Remus said, strolling to the couch. “Stay alive, don’t turn into a frog with abs again ‘cause that was weird even by my standards, and watch your step ‘cause your left foot is in a puddle of blood.”

Patton squeaked and stumbled backwards. Remus laughed as he tried frantically to wipe off his shoes. Finally he just removed the shoe altogether, pinching it between two fingers and looking at it warily.

“Bye!” Remus said, hopping on top of the couch and waving.

“Bye!” Patton called back. “Oh, and Remus?”

Remus twisted his neck around like an owl. “Yeah?”

Patton didn’t even flinch. “I’m glad Roman has you. Good luck, kiddo.”

“Oh.” Remus tried not to cry. “Uh. Cool. Yeah.”

Patton gave him another smile and walked back down the hall.

Remus sank weakly into the couch, staring at the blank TV. His stomach was doing weird things. It was all bubbly and fizzy and light like he’d swallowed a sparkler. He hated it.

So he turned the TV back on. Roman slept through the night, Remus didn’t sleep at all, and despite all the blood and guts he filled his head with it, he couldn’t avoid the memory of Patton’s soft smile.

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[birlcholtz]

any bittyholtz headcanons👀

holster knows he’s big ok? and he realizes pretty quick his sophomore year that bitty is Not Great at handling large guys coming at him quickly. so out of consideration for this tiny frosh, who is cute but holster can also tell is scared shitless by ransom and holster being their loud selves, holster tries to be conscious of bitty and respect his space (and also not yell too much around him because who knows what specifically bothers him)

and the great thing about ransom and holster being best bros for so long is that holster doesn’t have to explain what he’s doing to ransom, ransom just kind of matches him and that’s that

and holster is delighted every time bitty opens up a bit more and relaxes a bit more around the team, and when he comes out to ransom and holster holster internally is like oh. oh of COURSE. of course big loud jocks who talk about hooking up with women all the time and check people really hard on the ice bother him. duh holster

but holster would NEVER hurt someone for being gay that’s a huge asshole move and he feels it is Very Important That Bitty Knows That Holster Would Never Hurt Him. why does he feel it’s so important?? that’s a question for later holster isn’t a whole ‘analyze my feelings’ dude

so holster actively makes an effort to be around bitty in a non-threatening way. by a couple of months into spring semester they’re very comfortable around each other, comfortable enough that bitty jokes about their size difference and at one point he literally jumps into holster’s arms (who catches him on instinct) and then holster is like oh my god i’m holding bitty. oh my god he’s so small but so muscular. oh my god his hair smells so nice oh god oh fUCK

there is literally so much more under the cut. (send me ur headcanons for rarepairs/qpps!)

bitty, for his part, was initially very wary of ransom and holster for exactly the reasons holster figured out. it also doesn’t help that ransom dresses like a preppy frat bro and holster dresses like a messy frat bro. they’re both frat bros and bitty takes a long time to warm up to them.

but what does help is the way holster always lets bitty know he’s there before he gets too close (sometimes bitty is in the zone in the kitchen and doesn’t notice things like his teammates entering), and the way he doesn’t friendly-punch bitty like he does ransom. or jack. or shitty. or even lardo honestly nobody’s safe. except bitty is.

holster is also definitely responsible for putting some of bitty’s favorite songs on the kegster playlist and bitty definitely finds out and his heart warms a little more

and once bitty’s come out to ransom and holster and they don’t treat him any differently or weirdly and still profess their love for him when he bakes things without a single no homo, bitty finds himself hanging around with them a little more?

ransom likes to study in the attic without distractions so that means that bitty and holster wind up spending a lot more time together and listen. bitty can’t spend that much time with holster without noticing that the guy is a) extremely tall b) ripped and c) has an excellent jawline. and bitty is only human y’all

when he plays music in the kitchen holster will always dance (and sing along if he knows the words, or enough of the words to get them wrong in a funny way because bitty’s laugh sounds like angels singing and okay yeah holster is smitten)

holster Cannot make pies because he cannot touch pastry, bitty forbids him from trying before he even asks because his hands are too warm and he’ll fuck it all up. (holster, internally, is pleased bitty’s noticed. bitty, internally, is like fuck was that too weird) BUT if holster is in there he usually gets dragged into stirring things or chopping things or handing bitty sticks of butter from the fridge and basically whatever he can do without fucking up the pastry

and a while after that holster is like hang on wait it’s been a while since i realized i had a crush on bitty and it has Not gone away should i like. i don’t know. fucking tell him i’m into guys or something like that?? that would be smart

this is more how they get together than a list of headcanons LMAO i always get distracted and this is so fucking long omg

so he’s like rans. how do i do this. and ransom is like you should blast gettin’ bi from crazy ex girlfriend and holster is like weird. i love it.

other things holster does to subtly let bitty know he’s bi: loudly discuss his plans for going to pride that summer, make a lot of bi puns and hope one of them lands, show bitty funny posts from the lgbtq+ samwell student group on facebook

eventually bitty is like . hm. holster is either a VERY supportive ally. or he is trying to tell me something. and after the 80th bi meme post from the facebook group he’s like holster. hon. are you trying to tell me something

and holster is like YES. I AM BISEXUAL and bitty’s like oh that’s great!! (internally: can i climb him like a tree yet)

and then bitty’s like well thanks for telling me! and holster is like uh yeah! (because listen he’s good at wheeling but he is SO bad at wheeling bitty because this isn’t just someone cute he found at a kegster u know??? it’s BITTY and holster kind of wants to sweep him off his feet but in like. a gentlemanly way that won’t scare him)

when holster relates this interaction to ransom ransom is like oh my fucking god holster you could have told him and holster is like yeah and i did not for some fucking reason???????? ransom. i’m dumb and ransom is like no you just caught feelings

(bitty, to shitty: hey so uh. if a guy aggressively hints he’s into guys for like. a month. and then when i ask him straight out he tells me he’s bi. what does that mean. and shitty’s like i mean i wouldn’t know unless i know the guy?? but i wouldn’t ask u to tell me bc like. hes gotta choose who he’s out to u know and bitty’s like yeah i mean u know him but maybe i’ll ask him who else he’s out to bc i need some advice and shitty is like hell yeah)

the next day, bitty’s like holster are u out to anyone else?? just bc the team seems kinda. hetero. except for me. and holster is like oh yeah rans knows and shitty knows. also johnson. and jack if he’s not stupid because i’ve definitely had guys stay over. but mostly just the guys in the haus yeah

then they go to murder stop ‘n shop and buy baking ingredients. holster carries a metric fuck ton of flour and butter and pretends he doesn’t notice bitty staring at his arms (but he might flex just a little more than necessary)

so bitty’s like EXCELLENT. and then he talks to shitty again and is like IT’S HOLSTER AND I’M SUPER INTO HIM WHAT DO I DO and shitty’s like hooooo boy. and then HE’S like well uh. holster doesn’t like. feel the need to formally come out to people usually like the way he told me was by just telling me about a guy he hooked up with last year with zero context or warning? like i don’t know holster as well as, like, rans, but he definitely wants you specifically to know that he’s bi.

and bitty’s like intriguing. i’m gonna go combust now. and shitty’s like cool catch ya later.

so then bitty decides there’s only one way to find out if holster’s into him. and it’s not asking him, what the fuck?? no obviously not. it’s wearing very short shorts and touching him a lot and watching him to see if he blushes or gets flustered. bitty may not be a blunt or forthright person when it comes to hitting on people but he can at least make it impossible for holster to try and hide any feelings he may or may not have.

so rip holster is what i’m saying. but he also observes how much bitty is still watching him-- usually when bitty is doing something like wearing very short shorts or dancing at a kegster or flinging himself into holster’s lap-- and he’s like HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. because also holster is like way more experienced with like. relationships in general? like he’s familiar with what someone flirting with him looks like. so he’s like alright well if bitty wants to make me suffer i’m going to make him suffer too. (’rans can i borrow your skinny jeans’ ‘is this so you can get back at bitty’ ‘yes it’s important’ ‘yeah sure whatever’)

holster knows he’s jacked, he just has to make sure bitty knows it. he also knows that bitty is comfortable with holster standing pretty close to him now so he’s going to use that to his advantage since holster is also tall as Fuck. (obviously he doesn’t do anything creepy like stand right behind him or smth but like. if they’re talking. holster is gonna get just a little in bitty’s space just so bitty has to look up at him a little. is this partially because bitty has really nice eyelashes? yeah)

basically what i’m saying is once holster decides to get back at bitty all hell breaks loose. literally nobody else in the haus can deal with the sexual tension when they’re in the same room. bitty is now pretty sure that holster is into him. shitty texts bitty saying ‘can you please bone for the love of god’. for good measure shitty also texts holster saying the same thing. he’s so tired but also this is hilarious

like it gets EXTRA. bitty and holster can both bend and snap and they DO. holster intentionally spills water on his t-shirt to make it cling more. when he sits at the kitchen table doing work bitty comes by and leans over his shoulder to see what he’s doing and if he brushes holster’s neck a little as he does it, well, that’s between them. at one point holster and bitty are both standing at the counter washing dishes and holster starts chirping bitty about not being able to reach the top shelf and asks if he wants to stand on a chair and bitty’s like hmm or you could just carry me. and holster almost has a conniption and it gets even worse when they finish washing up and bitty’s like oh great the counter’s all cleared off! and hops up and sits on it and that gets his face a little closer, vertically, to holster, who is suddenly aware that bitty is wearing very short shorts AGAIN, which like, seem to have become his uniform, and that when bitty sits like that holster can barely see those shorts, that’s how tiny they are, and it looks like bitty’s just sitting there in a shirt and nothing else and holster’s brain supplies a LOT of images once he thinks of that and hoo boy.

and holster’s like how can i get back at him. and bitty’s sitting right next to the hanging cabinets so holster grabs some of the plates from the drying rack that look dry enough and goes and stands *right* in front of bitty. like he’s not actually brushing bitty’s legs where they dangle off the counter but if he stepped forward like. half an inch. he would be. and they make eye contact for a second and then, without moving, holster starts putting plates away.

and bitty is like oh my fucking god WHAT else do i have to do (he doesn’t say this out loud) and then when holster’s done putting away the plates and it looks like he’s going to go grab more bitty just. wraps his legs around holster’s waist and pulls him in (and holster is like holy FUCK because he knew bitty’s legs were strong but not THAT STRONG HOLY SHIT) and at this point there’s really nothing else for them to do but make out at the kitchen counter and that’s what they do. (bitty does, in fact, climb that man like a tree)

okay so some actual headcanons lol. you thought you knew bitty was a clothes stealing fiend?? you were wrong. he absolutely is but you just didn’t know how much. does holster still have literally any of his sweatshirts? probably not honestly

the only way bitty will sit on the green couch will be if holster is sitting on the green couch and bitty is sitting in his lap because that way he can avoid any actual contact with the couch

when bitty makes anything with blueberries in it holster steals some but he also feeds bitty some because he’s mushy like that

they continue to go to extreme lengths to try and get each other flustered in public. shitty is so tired.

they share playlists constantly and even more of bitty’s favorites find their way onto the kegster playlist

when bitty moves into the haus holster is in his room c o n s t a n t l y. he just likes the space ok??? there’s lil reminders of bitty everywhere and of course if bitty is there too then that’s just the BEST

the puck bunny halloween costume physically murders adam birkholtz

[anythingtrxsh]

Your faves or underrated tk fics please?? I've already read your faves tags and I noticed your taste is awesome so here I am, thank u!

im sorry anon idk what to tell you dhsj my fave fics are in my faves tag so idk what else to give you shdjf although recently ive been really in love with some of the in bloom fics though so i’ll leave those here! 

(as of now, i don’t know who the authors are yet so i can’t put them here but if by chance the writer of any of these fics is reading this, all these fics made me scream and have a great time while reading. thank u sm and ily)

research purposes [35k] {how to lose a guy in 10 days au-- in other words, a bet au. THIS FIC MADE ME FCKN SCREAM like bro. ive never felt so much second hand embarrassmentfdhj i still have nightmares ok if i ever hear the word honey boo and baby cakes agAIN istg ill combust}

doused in gasoline [34k] {boxing au-- sieun is the only little sister ever and i stan her so bad ugh give her all the damn violens go}

And It Was Called Yellow [25k] {RIVALS FLORISTS AU-- yes u heard me right. it’s everything we never knew we needed and MORE}

Better [15k] {married tk au-- personally i’m not a fan of reading bdsm but this one was just really good lmao}

two sugars ain't too sweet for you [20k] {office au-- these two dumbasses are the most adorable ones ever}

degrees of denial [10k] {harry potter au-- its been so long since i’ve liked any hp aus and this fic is just .. everything ive missed}

i'll love you out loud [4k] {canon compliant-- this is so adorable like dshj i love the concept of a bts run au}

Why Are We Racing, Again? [3k] {dragon au-- this was so adorable and i wish it had been longer :((( }

happy reading!!

[ofhoneyandrosepetals]

We Move Lightly - 12

Pairing: Modern!Ivar x reader

Description: Y/N moved back in with her parents, after 7 years of taking care of her grandparents in another town. She had no idea how her neighbors would be, or who would they be, or even that she would fall in love with one of them.

Warnings: no warnings; I guess we’re all used to a little swearing, right? But there are mentions of a possible boner.

Word count: 3,693.

A/N: you can keep up with the fic with the link to the masterlist in my bio! It’s a different content and I hope you enjoy the chapter! Also, the second half, which I wrote a long time ago, I did it thinking of @akamaiden and the day she said to me how much she likes Amy. I hope you like her special too, Mari. <3

Ivar was remembering the last day with Y/N, him in top of her, the way she giggled and moved under him, her fingers tucked under his loose long hair, her sighs through every kiss. That was enough to give him a boner, and the thought of that was overwhelming.

That was a delicate subject for Ivar, and he struggled with agony like a man in a battle who wouldn’t reach Valhalla and suddenly realized it.

If he could name one insecurity, that was it. Not the lack of inexperience, but the lack of actually being able to do that. He had some shitty bad experiences in high school and those things still haunted him sometimes in the present days. It was something he thought he could never tell her. Because of it he thought, so many times, to end it. To just stop going around her like an idiot and give some shitty excuse, because that’s what guys did, right? It was what Sigurd and Hvitserk did all the time. 

But Ivar didn’t want to be that type of guy and especially towards her. She didn’t deserve that kind of behavior, but she also didn’t deserve a guy who couldn’t do that. 

It was during these thoughts that Ivar always got attached to what his mother always said to him: “you deserve a chance, too, Ivar. And no, that is not selfish.”

But how could it not be selfish? His mother always said that, but before Y/N’s appearance into his life.

As a teenager Ivar felt that it was somewhat ridiculous and childish to be so close to his mother, but those feelings were just a phase - which didn’t prevent him to be even closer to Aslaug; he just never showed it outside his home. Nothing could ever break the bond between him and his mother. 

Aslaug, almost losing her baby at birth and almost dying as well, had a protection feeling towards Ivar that her other sons, growing up, envied the given attention. Now, all of them grown up, they didn’t care about it much anymore - they understood.

Not that Ivar could say the very same about Sigurd, but who cares?, Sigurd’s a prick who still seeks for attention.

Basically, Ivar was in a relationship with Y/N and he still didn’t know how to feel about it. He was so freaking afraid. Afraid of disappointing her, afraid of him disappointing himself. 

But last night… Last night was a good sign, right? Maybe it was a thing just in his head. And what if she is the one?

“The one…” Ivar said lowly, smiling a bit afterwards. 

He couldn’t say what she had that made him like her so much.

It was just those fragments of seconds in that night in his house, when he encountered her at the stairs. That was enough - it was like she was made out of a dream. After this first shock, her naivete stamped on her face was what caught his attention. He also sensed some “anti-Lothbroks” in her, which he found it was pretty funny - and adorable. 

Not wanting to brag himself or whatever shit, but he wasn’t like his brothers - naming Hvitserk and Sigurd -, and he wanted to show her that. Not to win her, but just to show. Because suddenly, he cared. She seemed to be such an amazing girl and he wanted like crazy to get to know her.

And she obviously didn’t like his family.

But now? Her best friend was hanging out with Ubbe and Hvitserk - yes, of course he knew it - and Y/N even came to his brothers’s birthday commemoration.

If she thought Ivar was like them, then she would’ve never agreed to go out with him and they would’ve never had those moments together. They wouldn’t be where they are at the moment.

So now he had two good points.

If that didn’t proved that she liked him indeed, then what would?

Plus, there was the canvas.

Yes. The canvas.

Ivar sighed.

“Am I some lucky bastard?”

“STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF, YOU IDIOT!” Hvitserk roared from his room, next to Ivar’s, slamming the wall. Seconds later, Ivar’s door opened. “Look: Amy is great, I like her, but I just can’t stand her anymore talking about Y/N and her love for you. I don’t know what that girl saw in you, but she does like you, you fucking twat, so stop with that emo vibe. She likes you, you like her - all for real -, this should be enough.”

“I can see what made Amy be with Ubbe, but with you it’s something that still troubles me.”

“If it troubles you than it means you think about it, which means you’re a weirdo.”

Ivar smiled at his brother, his shoulder supporting himself at the door frame. 

“Stupidities apart, I mean it,” Hvitserk says. “I know how you’re feeling about all that, Ivar. I was there too, with you. I know you’re probably…” Hvitserk shook his head, afraid of saying the wrong thing to Ivar. “Afraid, I don’t know. But Y/N is Y/N, she’s an amazing sweet girl, good-hearted soul. If,” Hvitserk stopped, afraid to continue.

“Go on,” Ivar said harshly.

“If what you are afraid of happening, really happens, I have doubts that she’ll even care. And if this matters to her, I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t be mean. It’s just not her personality, Ivar,” Ivar clenched his jaws. He understood Hvit, but the thought of it was painful. “I’m sure none of it will matter, bro. You deserve a chance. You deserve to be happy, damn it.”

“What if…”

“Enough of what if. If what if, she wouldn’t have a broken heart. Maybe only if you end up things”

“But I would have a broken heart.”

“You think you would. You wouldn’t,” Hvitserk sighed. “Enough of it already, Ivar; everything will be fine. Now, man to man,” Hvit stepped inside the room and shut the door behind him. He grabbed Ivar’s chair and sat at the end of his bed. “Did you ever… you know…” Hvitserk gestured towards his own dick. Ivar thought to play it a little hard.

“Come on Hvit, that should be fun,” he said in a mocking tone. “What is it?”

“I know you know what I mean,” Hvitserk pointed a finger at Ivar.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Ivar raised his shoulders. “I’m just a cripple who couldn’t get laid after his legs got fucked up.”

“Come on Ivar, that’s just mean.”

“I don’t think so. You guys say it all the time.”

“I don’t. Sigurd is the one who does. Stop joking around, you little prick. With her, did you ever felt… you know, a thing down there?” Ivar raised an eyebrow at Hvitserk. “Gods, did you two ever get to a point where you could feel it?” Ivar laughed.

“I think so,” he passed one hand through his hair.

“You think so?”

“Every time I touched her I always felt a little excited.”

“You’re just a perv, then.”

“Shut up, not that way,” Ivar threw a pillow at him. “I always felt like my nerves were throwing a damn rave, and when I kissed her the first time it was like the party exploded and I was in combustion.”

“That’s… one way to put it.”

“I’m not a damn poet, Hvitserk.”

“You sure read a lot,” Hvit looked at Ivar’s bookshelf. One book was missing.

“Yeah, horror.”

“No wonder you described it as being in combustion.”

“Every time I kiss her is like the first time, Hvit,” Ivar continued, ignoring Hvit’s comments. “Yesterday she came in, and we were on the bed…”

“Did you made out?”

“Yes, Hvitserk. We were kissing.”

“Did you touched her?”

“Meaning…?’

“Did you touch her?”

“It was not an intimate touch, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Okay,” Hvitserk had in his face an air of someone who was professional in the subject.

“I was on top of her…”

“A good leg day… Go get her, tiger!”

“Hvitserk I fucking swear to all the Gods I’ll kill you if you keep interrupting me to act like a teen boy,” silence. “Thank you. It wasn’t a big deal, I was just in top of her, and we were kissing, her fingers were tucked in my hair, her thighs clenched against each other as mine were in each side of her body, her sighs…”

“There’s your poet side,” Ivar gave Hvitserk a deadly look. “Got the message,” he raised his hands.

“It just came, man. It’s not something I’m used to, but I knew what it was and what it meant.”

“You got a boner.”

“I got a boner.”

“Were you afraid she could knew it?”

“She definitely couldn’t see it, and I don’t think she felt it. Plus…”

“Oh, there’s a plus.”

“There’s a plus. Mom knocked on the door and I kinda lost my balance…”

“You fell, didn’t you?” Ivar nodded. Hvitserk laughed. “I’m pretty sure mama’s knock made your boner disappear like that,” Hvitserk snapped his fingers.

“I got fucking nervous, man. But I kinda hurt my leg and Y/N kissed my knee. She was so sweet, and I could never imagine all her sweetness would get me like that.”

“Two boners, then?”

“Yep.”

“So what are you afraid of?” Hvitserk, plain like that.

“Kinda direct, huh? I don’t know. What if the time comes and I can’t do it?”

“There,” Hvitserk started shaking a finger at Ivar. “There it is the what if again. You can be nervous, but I don’t think your dick isn’t going to work. You just… need to relax. Don’t rush, so you won’t be so nervous.”

“Yeah… Thanks, Hvit.”

“Come on, man. I’m glad you talked to me about it.”

“Because you’re the professional, right,” Ivar rolled his eyes.

“Hey, you’re the one who’s saying it,” Hvitserk slapped Ivar’s foot. “By the way we’re throwing a barbecue in two days, I’m inviting Amy,” Ivar raised a questionable eyebrow. “Just invite Y/N. You guys look cute together. I guess you’re getting pretty close, huh?”

Ivar looked at his window where he could see her room. She was in front of her mirror, tilting her head. Then, she looked at her window, but couldn’t see Ivar on his bed. She looked back at the mirror and started moving it. Ivar laughed. So that was what went through her mind when she looked over his window yesterday, when she got all jumpy.

“I can say so, yes.”

“Text her,” Hvitserk said before leaving. And so Ivar did it.

Barbecue this week? How do you feel about it?

Her response was immediate. Ivar looked at the window, but he couldn’t see her. I feel like your family is stuffing me with food. But... 

But…?

But we already have your brothers’s parties. The ones that they’re still probably fighting about, she said we. She included herself and Ivar as together. As a couple. I’m definitely not used to it, he thought gently.

What if I say I managed us to skip both Hvitserk’s and Sigurd’s birthday parties this weekend?

You did it?

I did it.

Thanks god, Ivar laughed at her reaction. Okay, then. I’m in. The barbecue, I mean. Should I text Amy about it?

I don’t think so, Hvitserk said he’ll do it.

Oh… Hvitserk. So you know.

Yeah, I think everybody knows except for Ubbe.

Poor Ubbe…

He’ll live. 

Just like Amy said. She thinks he’s still in love with his ex, and Amy was probably right. Ivar knew his brother. 

But hey, if anything goes sideways I’ll rescue you and we escape with my carriage, Ivar quickly changed the subject.

Sideways? Why would things go sideways?

It's my family’s barbecue. Something can always go sideways, Y/N laughed.

Well, I guess that’s always a possibility. By the way, your book is in good hands!

I trust you, last night before Y/N leave he lent her one of his books. He had no idea why he did it, all he knew is that he wanted her to get to know him a little more. Piece by piece.

Always a honor, Ivar Lothbrok. xx

Ivar smiled at the double x. He felt pretty much like an idiot in love. 

[How Margrethe got back with Ubbe - an Amy special]

“You’re… you’re Ubbe’s ex…” Amy realizes.

Amy was visiting Y/N, as always - and, as always, they would drop a barbecue. Nothing was out of place, except for the blonde girl that Amy had never seen before. She came with Hvitserk and she saw the way the blondie was looking at Ubbe.

“Yeah,” Margrethe confirms, completely embarrassed and uncomfortable. She had no idea of what to expect, but definitely not that. She didn’t know where to look, and that’s why she kept staring at the floor and her own feet.

“Name’s Amy,” Amy gave Margrethe her hand to shake, showing excitement, because, well, that’s Amy.

“I know,” Margrethe let out in a whisper while shaking Amy’s hand. “Hvitserk told me.”

“Hvitserk, huh?” Amy said with a malicious smile. “So you two…?” She let the rest of the sentence in the air.

“Oh, no,” Margrethe looked around and started to walk. Amy got the hint and followed her. “Me and Hvitserk were a… just an one time thing, not so long after my breakup with Ubbe, but Hvitserk isn’t the one.”

“Ubbe is,” Amy finished for Margrethe, who nodded. She was finally realizing the whole situation.

“But now me and Hvitserk became good friends, he understands me.”

“Margrethe, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. I met Ubbe because of Ivar, and no one told me a thing at the time…”

“It’s okay, really. This will pass. Life goes on,” Margrethe smiled without happiness. She wasn’t blaming Amy for anything, she was blaming herself for letting Ubbe go. Her heart was shattered.

“But you care about him, I can see that,” Amy said. “I happen to have great eyes to see,” she said silly, getting a smile from Margrethe. “I want you to know,” Amy started, and Margrethe looked at her eyes, hopefully. She couldn’t help herself. “That I have no intentions with Ubbe,” Margrethe blinked blankly at Amy.

“What do you mean?”

“Ubbe is just this fun thing, you know? I see him only when I come here and he doesn’t even have my number - I like to play it like that,” Amy could see the hope in Margrethe’s eyes. “You shouldn’t let that man go.”

“Already did.”

“It’s not too late, and I will not be in the middle of a potential relationship,” Amy said determined.

“Don’t talk with Ubbe, please! It will make him mad!” Margrethe begged.

“But honey, I’m a cupid. I was born to bring couples together,” Amy said in her Amy-way.

“You don’t know how it ended…” Margrethe said sitting on a chair and Amy did the same. “I started being jealous of Ubbe, of the girls who talked with him, I thought that maybe he could leave me for them, because I wasn’t good enough.”

“And why on the Earth would you think that?”

“Because…” Margrethe gestured vaguely to the yard. “Do you see all of this? They have money, a lot of money. They were born in a wealthy family, nothing ever lacking. But me,” she pointed at herself and got closer to Amy. “I’m not wealthy. I’m not poor either, but compared to them? Sometimes I feel ashamed…” Amy understood her. When Amy got kicked out of her house to take care of her own, she felt ashamed about telling that to her best friend. Because Y/N would never be kicked out of her house, because her parents loved her, different than Amy’s folks.

“But you shouldn’t feel like that,” Amy said to Margrethe, thinking about the time when she told Y/N what happened and how she freaked out because she didn’t know anything. “That’s who you are, and the amount or lack of money doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t. What means is what you do with it. It’s what you do with your money that matters. That will tell what kind of person you are. I don’t know your position in this, but I know one thing: you should never let a man be above you because of money,” Margrethe was staring Amy in the eyes, taking in everything.

“I… yeah, you’re right, but I couldn’t help…”

“Of course, I understand.”

“And all those girls were from college, they have money as well. Sometimes when he hanged out with his friends I wanted to go together, I wanted to be seen with him, as a couple, but sometimes he would say ‘it’s a men night-out’ and I would argue, gosh…” Margrethe covered her face. “I was such a jerk. I didn’t understand anything. He never complained when I had a women night-out and he never complained when I talked to other men, but I… I’m ridiculous.”

“Margrethe, you’re not ridiculous. You just didn’t know how to control yourself.”

“I see all of my mistakes and I live with them, knowing that I won’t have another chance.”

“Hey, who said that?” Margrethe looked at Amy. “No one, right? But I’m telling you this: Ubbe’s fond of you, I can see it. I can see it and it has never bothered me. Ubbe may think that he likes me but, in the end, the one who he really wants is you, Margrethe.”

Margrethe smiled and sniffed.

“Well, Hvitserk’s fond of you too, actually,” Amy laughed.

“I know.”

“No, I mean it. When he first saw you, the first thing he did was call me to talk about you. He took some time to tell me that you’re hitting Ubbe, but I kinda figured that out earlier. And I know Hvitserk, he might have a wandering dick, but he’s so down for you,” Amy laughed out loud, catching some attention at the two of them.

“Well, my pussy is kinda of a wanderer too,” Margrethe laughed. Amy took a deep breath. “Can I talk with Ubbe?” Margrethe bit her lips and looked at the grass. She nodded once. “‘Kay! Sweet!”

Amy got up in a little jump and started looking for Ubbe. He was sitting at the back of the backyard, drinking and laughing with some friends of his. Amy got closer and the guys realized her, as well as Ubbe.

“My woman!” he greeted her with open arms. “C’mere, let’s sit and drink!”

“Actually,” she held his hand. “I need to talk with you, privately,” she looked at the other men, asking gently, and all of them left. Amy sat.

“What is it?” Ubbe asked, quite curious and worried.

“I don’t know how to tell you this all of a sudden,” she sighed. “But… we can’t see each other anymore, Ubbe,” Ubbe froze. “It’s not you, but it’s not me neither. It’s just… a situation that I got tangled in the middle.”

“I’m not following.”

“I want you to reopen your eyes and see someone in this place,” Amy said while holding Ubbe’s hand. He liked Amy - a lot. But he never felt consistency coming from her.

He starts looking around and sees Margrethe.

“She asked you this, right?” Ubbe said angrily.

“No, she didn’t; I wanted to.”

“Why?”

“Why?” she repeated. “We’re in this game for so long and you ask me ‘why’? It even looks like you don’t know me at all,” Amy starts to think. In that “so long”, she and Ubbe had met what, seven times? With more sex than talk? “You really don’t know me,” she whispers more to herself than to Ubbe. He was staring Amy, not following her logic, completely lost. “I’m a fucking cupid, Ubbe, and that woman over there,” she discreetly pointed her head at Margrethe. “Committed mistakes, but she loves you and is willing to change and give it one more shot.”

“I don’t buy it.”

“Goddamnit, man!” Amy snapped at him. “She sees her mistakes, she blames herself, she misses you and she loves you. She wants you. Isn’t it enough?”

Ubbe looks at Margrethe, than at Amy. She’s right. He and Margrethe were much younger, and now they were adults. Something had to change after all this time, but not his love for her, and apparently not her love for him.

Amy watched Ubbe as he took Margrethe in, how his expression was changing, how his eyes were changing. He was realizing Margrethe, all over again. He was remembering the good times - and the bad ones too, but the good overcame the bad.

He sighed and took a mental reminder: he wasn’t feeling any consistency coming from Amy; it was just sex. Why would he try to keep her for a future if it was only sex for her? Plus, he knew how Hvit was flirting with her and how she looked at him, he wasn’t blind. He knew there were something in there, and as Amy was in the middle of him and Margrethe, so was him in the middle of Amy and Hvitserk.

A second chance for his first love? Yeah, that didn’t sound so bad. A second chance to a future where it held a family? That didn’t sound so bad either.

Ubbe nodded only once.

Amy smiled, made a little party, kissed him on the cheek and went for Margrethe, giving her encouragement eyes.

She watched from the distance as Margrethe and Ubbe talked. Hvitserk came to her side.

“So,” he started, way too close to her. “I heard you’re a cupid and brought the old couple back together.”

“Yeah,” she said smiling.

“Margrethe couldn’t stop talking about Ubbe, it was getting exhausting.”

“Exhausting?” She asked looking at Hvitserk with hungry eyes. “I know what I’m exhausted of,” she looked back at the couple. Ubbe went forward to hug Margrethe.

“And what would that be?” Hvitserk asked, already seeing the upcoming happening.

“Not getting laid at this party,” she looked at him.

He smiled lustfully and grabbed her hand, guiding her upstairs while he took the last sip of his vodka.

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[darling-i-read-it]

Lunch

Indiana Jones x reader, Catcher Block x reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none I don’t think!

Author’s Note: So galaxy brain is probably the only way to describe @milleniumxhan today and I just made up some situation where this would happen (before Down With Love and like post last crusade) and I just LOVE IT! The concept! I didn’t have the reader end up with either but the CONCEPT! Ugh I’d love to do this with a different prompt in the future, maybe where the reader ends up with someone or something? Idk i just love this

Requested: by @milleniumxhan n, Oki I just had a random thought and ik the timelines don't exactly add up but like it'd be so cool if u could do and Indiana Jones x reader x Catcher Block. Like smthg with ewan McGregor and harrison ford in vintage is so hot. Idk abt the plot tho. If I think of something I'll msg u.

Summary: the request!

Genre: idk bro

(not my gif)

You sat Indiana’s desk and flipping through the papers and letters that he had scattered around. You wondered briefly how the hell he even was able to grade papers when he was on expeditions all the time. The few times you went with him you never saw him settle enough to grab his bag and grade anything. Then again, you had slept most of the flights which may explain it.

“Can you double check this?” he asked, moving away from the chalkboard. School had ended about an hour ago and he had yet to leave so as the honorable best friend you were, you stayed back to give him some company. You taught at one of the buildings across the street.

You were about to put the letters down when you came across a letter from a journalist. Indiana got those all the time, people always wanting to hear about his adventures. You didn’t blame them. You often blamed him for never taking a chance on any of the journalists. Some of them would write him a piece that might get him more recognition for his findings which you thought he deserved.

The letter was carefully typed out, the typewriter ink and spacing pristine. You raised an eyebrow and skimmed it briefly.

“Y/N?” He turned to look at you reading over the paper and you held up a finger, mouthing some words here and there. You saw it was signed by Catcher Block and nearly combusted. Catcher Block wanted to interview your best friend? If that wasn’t a dream come true you didn’t know what was.

“Catcher Block wants to interview you Indy!” you told him excitedly and he raised an eyebrow, walking over to see what you were looking out. You had taken your legs off of his desk and on the ground to steady yourself from being too excited.

“Catcher who?” he asked, looking over the words. He got those kinds of letters all the time. Commending him for being such a great archeologist and such and that they wanted to interview him. There was never any surprises. The only surprise here is that you seemed to know who this was.

“Catcher Block! New York City journalist.”

“You’ve read some of his stuff?” Indy asked and you shrugged.

“Sure. He’s really hot. Can you accept this one? For me!” you pleaded. Indiana was hesitant. Especially since you seemed to be attracted to Catcher Block. You and Indy had been friends and colleagues for years and because of his fear of commitment he had never tried to make a move, even when he wanted to. He enjoyed you and your friendship. He didn’t want to ruin that. You were also a few years younger than him which also was an easy excuse for him to not want to start a relationship with you. But you had never really talked about your dating life with him. There was never a need to. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.

“No. Come check my work,” he stated simply, throwing the paper aside and walking back to the white board. You scoffed and took the paper, dialing the number on the bottom in Indiana's phone on his desk. He should have known.

“Hello?” A man picked up on the other end and you smiled.

“Hi, is this Catcher Block?” you asked professionally. Indy gave you a look and you stuck your tongue out at him. You could almost feel the smugness on the other end of the phone.

“Yes ma’am. Who is this?”

“I’m calling on behalf of Indiana Jones who would like to accept your invitation for an interview. When can you fly down?” There was a brief scuffling on the other end and then Catcher was back.

“Is tomorrow alright miss?” he asked. You nodded, giving Indy an innocent smile.

“Yes tomorrow will be perfect.” You spewed some stuff about where and when to meet him and then hung up, smiling.

Tomorrow came quickly and Indiana made you promise that you would come to dinner as well at some fancy restaurant. He didn’t want to be left alone with some stringy journalist and he was determined to prove to you that you didn’t need any Catcher Block in your life.

Indiana came to pick you up at eight and was amazed at your outfit choice. You had really made yourself up for dinner. He wasn’t sure if he should be jealous or flattered but he wasted no time in playfully flirting with you on the way to dinner.

And then you saw Catcher Block and Indiana cursed aloud, not that you noticed.

“Hi! I’m Catcher Block, I am so glad you’ve allowed me to do this Mr.Jones. And you must be Mrs.Jones?” he asked. Indiana almost confirmed that but you just dismissed him with a wave of your hand and then the two of you shook Catchers hand.

“Just a friend. I spoke to you on the phone actually! I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you clarified. He raised an eyebrow and as he shook your hand briefly brushed your left hand ring finger, making note that there was no ring there.

“Oh well in that case,” he said with a charming smile and kissed your hand. You blushed and cleared your throat, retreating behind Indiana with a small smile at Catcher.

The dinner actually went okay for the most part. You had gotten so used to Indiana flirting with you that a new form of attraction from someone else threw you off bad and you had trouble standing your ground. Eventually however, you did get there. You were able to add to what Indy was saying and go into more detail because he obviously was not a fan of talking to Catch. You had fun, hanging out with Indiana and Catcher.

You left that night and the next day Indy stopped by your classroom to see how you felt about the interview/dinner.

“Do you think we could go for another expedition then? I am exhausted of being here,” you complained. Indy sat on one of the students desks and laughed.

“I’m getting a little old for that don’t you think?” he teased and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re not that o-” You were cut off by the phone ringing. You raised an eyebrow and picked it up. It was unusual to get a call this late in the school day on your school phone.

“Hi, is this Y/N?” You smiled and your eyes went wide. Indy knew who it was.

“Yes it is. Catcher?” You twirled the phone cord with your finger and Indiana scaled the space between you two in three large strides so that he could hear what you were saying into the phone better.

“Yes ma’am. Listen I had fun with you last night and was wondering if you wanted to get lunch tomorrow before I left town,” he asked. You smiled to yourself and Indiana shook his head.

“No lunch,” he told you and you hit his arm.

“Lunch would be perfect!”

Ewan: @daphne-fandom-writing , @satanslov3r @records-and-stardust @broodybats

[metalchickaf19]

The Bowers Gang: Ship #24 - Victor Criss

Request: Hey. I was wondering if you could do a bowers gang ship for me. If that's ok. I'm tall and skinny (5.9 and sickly skinny), basically the same build as Patrick Hockstetter. I have boy short brown hair and blue eyes. I normally wear jeans, sweaters and hoodies. I'm kinda awkward and shy (so awkward and shy that I've been contemplating this request for months.) I'm really anxious and nervous. I love horror movies and all that spooky stuff. My favorite holiday is Halloween. I'm really bad at school, except English. I love psychology and all the studies of human behavioral studies. I try to be really nice but I love making richie tozier type insult jokes. Its not easy to make me mad but when I am its really bad (Henry Bowers level rage). I am super loyal and generous. I am super introverted but I'm also really energetic. I also tend to get hyperfiziated on things. Thanks for the cool stuff you do. Sorry if there isnt enough info. I didnt really know how much I should write. Sorry I'm so awkward. And thanks again. Your great❤

Okay, so I just had to say:

I totally made this determination based off of the last part of your request, and I can’t even bring myself to be sorry for it (”Sorry if there isn’t enough info. I didn’t really know how much I should write. Sorry I’m so awkward. And thanks again. You’re great.”)

Hey. Unorthodox levels of nervousness are literally Victor Criss’s main turn-on, so it’s no surprise that I’d pair you two together (also thanks for making me snort-laugh, because that was definitely a fun little bonus)

All the guys like to make fun of the fact that you’re taller than Victor (although it’s never bothered him any)

Patrick in particular likes to joke that you’re basically the fifth man in the group, entirely because your body type makes it so easy (”Fuck, Criss - if you were lookin’ for a top, you coulda’ just asked.” *Infuriating Hockstetter laugh*)

... and Henry usually smirks along like a dick, because he 100% agrees

Don’t worry though, dude - even though none of the rest of the guys have a thing for you physically, they all really like your personality 

Like... a lot.

Belch thinks you’re a sweetheart, Hockstetter lives to set off your awkwardness, and (despite the odd dickish smirk here and there) you and Henry are basically bros

... The Henry thing kind of took forever to get that way (because lack of social skills on both sides), but hey - group acceptance is group acceptance; take your stamp of approval and bask  

Victor takes you to a lot of horror movie showings in town

You used to always go to the Derry Main Street Theatre, but after the guys randomly filled the seats around you twice (plus one time where you caught just Hockstetter sitting directly behind you), you started going to a more secluded one on Derry’s south side 

Victor still scans the auditorium immediately upon entering, and just before the movie starts - he was deeply affected by the Hockstetter incident 

Victor tutors both you and Belch some days outside of school 

The typical routine is, you all meet up at one of your houses (usually Victor’s), procrastinate together for a solid 40-45 minutes before starting, then set to work focusing on one subject for the entire afternoon

Being that you and Belch both struggle with quite a lot (you, with all subjects except for English, Belch, with all subjects expect for gym), you usually just switch-off which topics you spend time on 

Have you managed to awaken hot teacher Victor who loves his friends and has unheard-of amounts of patience?

I think yes.

You and Patrick talk about psychology a surprising amount of the time - and with a surprising amount of intelligence on Patrick’s part 

Seriously. No one knew Hockstetter could talk about something in earnest until he first came in contact with you 

Your conversations usually start with Patrick saying something relatively fucked up and/or asking a fucked up question, and you addressing/answering the comment with a psychology-based response 

Cue losing yourselves in conversation for anywhere from 20-30 minutes (all of which Hockstetter spends absolutely enthralled with every word you have to say)

... Victor doesn’t like that shit.

Really. His face legit falls every time he notices you and Patrick having a side-bar

Mostly because Hockstetter looks at you like a piece of meat and leans in like it’s nobody’s business (the price of talking to him about shit he’s interested in), but still - Criss’s world gets just a little bit darker when he feels his delicate flower is bonding with a future death-row inmate 

You rarely ever get angry around the guys, but when you do, it’s usually directed at Henry

... and, if I’m being honest, it usually only happens because of the way he speaks to the rest of the guys (*cough* asshole tendencies *cough*)

In fact, the first time you ever made one of your “Richie Tozier type insult-jokes” out loud, it was in direct response to Henry referring to Victor as a “pussy fuck”

You were alone with Victor when you said it of course (everyone knows you can’t roast Bowers to his face unless you already have a casket picked out), but you said the “joke” with so much resentment, he may as well have been standing right in front of you 

And let me just say...

... that aggression threw Criss for a loop

The joke itself, coupled with the shock of hearing your normally nice mouth say such mean words (especially in his defense) broke Victor down

The dude is almost never one to laugh too hard, but you had him clutching his stomach and losing it over just one cutting remark

Feel proud of yourself, girl (and never say anything like that in front of Henry - if people embarrass him too hard, he spontaneously combusts or something)

All in all, you have a very “real” relationship with the guys 

“Real” meaning that, even though you have enough differences to argue sometimes, at the end of the day, you all friggin’ love each other despite those differences 

Victor has fallen hard for you, and the rest of the guys love you like one of their own. Welcome to The Bowers Gang, asshole 

[cherry-holland]

Dmitri Island: ch 1

A/n: here’s the first chapter!!! Sorry it’s so long I wanted to get the reader and Tom’s back history started!! But I hope y’all enjoy it 🥰

Beep, beep, beep.

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The blaring sound of your alarm rang through your ears, waking you from your dreamless slumber. Groaning, you fiddled around in the darkness searching for your phone.

Where is this damn thing? And why is it so loud?

Once you found it, you brought it close to your face and stopped the obnoxious alarm from ringing anymore to give you a peace of mind. Your phone cleared the alarm away from the screen as you saw a row of messages from Tom, your best friend.

T: loooooooove, WAKE UP!!!!!!

T: (y/n/n), I need you!!!!!!! 😭

T: Come overrrrrr 🥺

T: this is verrrrry important (y/n/n), n I need ur help ASAP xxx

T: (Y/N)!!!! ANSWER ME THIS IS URGENT 😰😰😭😭🥺🥺

“Oh my gosh,” you let out a loud laugh as you scroll through the extensive, dramatic messages left by Tom.

Some say it was crazy how you met Tom. You had just moved to London after your job had you transfer to run their UK division from your cozy, well-known New York office. You were so excited for the opportunity for change, even though you loved your NY team. You were desperate for a change of pace, so it was only natural for you to say yes to the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Not too long after you moved, you were checking out the scene that engulfed your new apartment, and had stumbled on a cute & quaint coffee shop. You walked in, and was in the middle of picking up your coffee when you felt a stiff, dark figure bump into your left shoulder, causing the coffee to spill everywhere.

You let out a small gasp as the scalding cup of coffee landed on the sleeve of your grey sweater. How in the hell does this happen to me? You were about to curse out the person who bumped you when you looked up and saw what was the most beautiful boy you had ever seen.

He was dressed in all black, with the collar of his pea coat cuffed up to cover his neck from the London cold. He definitely looked to be about your age, maybe a bit younger if anything. He had the most gorgeous head of dark brown curls, and they looked so glossy and soft under the warm lights of the dim cafe. His dark brown eyes were wide with fear (probably because of the scowl you were sporting) and embarrassment, but still there was a glimmer of something else you couldn’t make out. His chiseled face was flushing a deep red, and his mouth was hung wide open.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry, love. I wasn’t paying attention and didn’t see you there and-“

“No, no, it’s okay,” you sighed, feeling the creases of your forehead lift at the sight of the boy in front of you. “It was an accident, it’s all good.”

“Oh, good,” the boy relaxed, “because I thought you were gonna full-on beat me up.”

Your ears perked at his charming British accent, something you still hadn’t gotten used to after being in the UK for about a week at that point. “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry. It’s not usually a good thing when someone does what you did where I’m from, guess it was a quick reaction.”

“It’s okay, darling,” the boy smiled. “Where I’m from, it’s usually a cause for conversation with a pretty girl.”

“Hmm, is that so?” You felt your cheeks get hot at his comment and tried to flush it down by feigning confidence. “Well that’s a funny way to get someone’s attention. Guess that’s how it is over here, innit?”

“Yeah, it’s an unusual way, but it works quite often for me,” the boy winked at you as you felt the heat return to your face. “I’m Tom, by the way.”

“Hi Tom, I’m (y/n),” you replied, sticking out your hand to reach Tom’s already outstretched hand.

After that initial conversation, the two of you sat down in that coffee shop and talked for hours, getting to know one another. You found out he was an actor, and that he had just left New York after filming the new Spider-Man movie, and he found out you were from New York and the reason for your move.

Ever since that day, the two of you were inseparable. Even Tom’s friends and family would comment at how he always seemed to be by your side, but it never traveled over that line. That invisible line between friends and lovers, despite the fact that it felt like you two were always dancing around that line.

You were pulled out of your thoughts at your phone dinging, signaling another text coming through. However, it was not Tom that was ringing you this time, but Harrison, Tom’s best friend who was also yours.

Haz: dude, if you don’t get your 🍑 over here ASAP, tommo’s gonna combust 🙃

You: lmao, I’m coming!!!! Tell the div to chill and I’ll be by within the hour 💃🏽

You type away, and went to your contacts and searched for Tom’s number, hitting the call button as you peeled yourself out of bed to grab some caffeine.

“You know, a simple reply would have been really great, (y/n). Almost gave me a heart attack,” Tom’s dramatic voice filled your kitchen after not even one ring.

“Well good morning to you, too. Tommy, you know Saturday’s are my days to sleep in. Not everyone has the requirement to wake up at ungodly hours on weekends to exercise,” you chuckled. Sometimes, being friends with an actor can be so... dramatic.

“It’s a part of the job, darling. This is my line of work,” Tom replied, and you could hear the sarcasm dripping in his voice.

“Sorry your line of work sucks,” you snorted as the beeping of your coffee maker sounded, signaling the end of the brewing.

“(Y/n), are you seriously still drinking coffee? We have to change that - you’re a Londoner now!” Tom shouted.

“No way, Tommy. I’m a New Yorker through and through, and there is no way I’m gonna have tea before coffee. Once a New Yorker-“

“Always a New Yorker. I know,” Tom interrupted, causing both of you to laugh. “So, darling, when are you popping on over?”

“Soon. I still have to get presentable, you know. Can’t come over in my pj’s,” you speak while taking a big gulp of the sweet caffeine in your favorite mug. It was a mug Tom and Harrison had given you for Christmas, and it had a picture of the New York City skyline covering the entirety of the mug. They gave it to you because it was the first Christmas you were not able to go home, so the two of them, Tom’s brothers Sam & Harry, and you guys’ other best friend, Tuwaine, brought Christmas in New York to you. Tom had organized the whole thing, and it made your heart swell.

There were so many moments in you guys’ friendship that twisted your heart in ways that should have killed you in the best way. But that day was the day everything changed for you. The way the day was planned, down to the gift that he and Harrison (but mainly Tom, because Harrison sometimes has a tendency of forgetting things) had gotten you, made you realize you were falling for your best friend.

It was hard not to - Tom is gorgeous. Like the kind of gorgeous that could take your breath away. And what made it even better is his sweet heart. He loved people with his whole heart, and he always made sure everyone who was around him was well taken care of. Despite his movie-star status, he still remained humble, which was so admirable to you.

“(Y/n/n), you could come over in a garbage bag and it would still be acceptable in my house,” Tom giggled, interrupting your thoughts.

“Oh hush, you. Okay, lemme get ready and I’ll be there in 30!”

“Okay, darling! See you soon!”

With that, you hung up and padded over to your room. You opened the sliding doors of your closet, sifting through the cozy linens and sweaters lined up in color order. London was a lot colder than New York during the fall, which you appreciated, but sometimes it got hard finding an outfit to fit this chilly weather. So you went with your go-to.

Working in the city taught you a lot about fashion, especially working with a fashion magazine. You were always up-to-date on trends because of it, and being editor-in-chief, it was necessary. Most people would go for a full-on sweatsuit with old sneakers, but your mind was trained to always look put-together, even when you were being “bummy”.

You pulled out your black jogger sweatpants and a long-sleeved, white, cropped graphic tee with an artsy-looking face on it, and your undergarments. You threw it on, and fast-walked to your bathroom, where you washed your face and brushed your teeth. Afterwards, you put on a little bit of concealer, blush, mascara, and eyebrows, and ruffled your hair out of its bun. You didn’t care to style it because it was your day off, and you were just going to hang out with your best friends, so it was highly unnecessary. Also, you were having a pretty decent hair day, so you just went with it.

Before leaving, you grabbed your black and white-speckled pea coat and slid on some pointed black flats. You took your keys and purse, and before opening the door, you grabbed your phone and headed out the door.

Fifteen minutes later, you pulled up to Tom and Harrison’s apartment and hit their buzzer four times. You hear the lock click, and you quickly walked into the warm building.

You could hear the chatter of multiple boys behind the door of their apartment before opening it. Tom and Harrison always knew to leave the door unlocked when you came over, mainly because of laziness, but it was definitely more of a comfortability, which you didn’t understand.

“You know, boys, having your door unlocked is super dangerous. I could’ve been a murderer for all you know,” you shouted as you stepped into the cozy modern apartment.

“(Y/n), we know it’s you. You have such a unique buzzer, so we always know,” Harrison rolled his eyes as he walked over to give you a hug.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Where’s the fussy boy at?” You replied as you were taking off your coat.

“Over here!” Tom perked up from behind the massive dark grey couch. His wet, post-shower curls bounced up from over the cushions, his face painted with a huge grin.

“What are y’all doing?” You asked as you made your way over to sit by Tom on the couch. While walking over, you saw the heads of more familiar sets of brown curly hair turn to face you.

“We’re looking to see where we all wanna go next on holiday, (y/n/n)!” Sam, one of the twins grinned.

“Yeah, we’re going on holidayyyyy!” Harry, the other twin, perked up, his grin reaching the freckles that lined his cheeks.

“No way! Is this what you were bugging me about, Holland?” You bump Tom in the shoulder as you sat down.

“Yes! I told you it was urgent! We need help finding a place,” Tom replied, tugging your arm in fake desperation.

“Okay, okay. Let’s look and see what we can find,” you sighed, eyes lighting up in playfulness at his response.

You took out your phone and began searching. It felt like forever, because there were so many different places you guys looked at. And it seemed like everyone was saying “no” to everyone’s ideas.

Twenty minutes later, your landed on a page talking about this island in the states that you had never heard of. The header of the article read, DMITRI ISLAND: THE BEST DESTINATION YOU NEVER HEARD OF. You figured, hmm, this could be worth a shot. You skimmed the article quickly, and as you were reading it, you knew in your heart this was it.

“Hey, have y’all heard about this? There’s this island that’s off the coastline where there’s only a population of 110 people, and there’s all this historic stuff about it and the only mode of transportation is golf carts,” you said, scrolling through the beautiful photos of the island you found on google.

“No I don’t think I have. What does it look like?” Tom asked, leaning over your shoulder as you scroll through. He rested his cheek on your shoulder while his curious brown eyes scanned the screen, causing a faint blush creep onto your face.

“Guys, we’re supposed to be looking for vacation spots, not desolate islands,” Harrison groaned into his phone, giving your right arm a little shove.

“Oh come on, Haz, this is a vacation spot! There’s multiple accesses to the beach, a live lounge where music plays all throughout the weekend, a tequila distillery, and a massive golf course in one of the hotels that are there,” you laugh, returning the shove into his left arm while wiggling your eyebrows.

“A golf course?! Mate, we’re definitely going. (Y/n), book the ferry tickets!” Harry perked up from his current binge of Stranger Things on the enormous SmartTV to jump out of his seat, shaking Harrison’s right shoulder in agreement.

You had to laugh to yourself at your friends. They were all so different, and such dorks, you just couldn’t help but admire their banter and energy. “Alright, y’all, the ferry tickets are booked. Vacation, here we come!”

A chorus of shouts and cheers erupted in the expansive living room of the boys’ apartment as the excitement and promise of a relaxing vacation starts to become a reality.

You know the boys needed this vacation, especially Tom. They all have been working so hard to get their careers on the path that they desire, and Tom has his fair share of craziness this past year. With Far From Home, Endgame, the press tours, and his other projects that were coming up, you knew he was exhausted beyond belief. He wouldn’t admit it to himself, but he desperately needed a break from reality. And that’s what you vowed you would do - get him and the boys a chance to breathe without people constantly bombarding them with questions, invading their personal life.

You were determined to make this vacation worthwhile, and as you looked down at Tom, you saw a new glow lit deep within him. His smile was practically taking up his entire face, he had a small flush of pink on the apples of his cheeks, and a glint of excitement in his deep brown eyes.

And it was a glow you wanted to continue seeing in him.

A glow you wanted to be the reason for.

[onepdumpsterfire]

The Love struck neighbors

Modern life!AU

   "Are you spying on her again?" Asked a voice from right besides me. "Gah! Don't do that, Ace. it isn't funny" I say, trying to slow my racing heart "And I'm not spying, for your information. I'm just looking outside, it's just a coincidence that our neighbor, that lives across from us, is uh... Stretching..."

   "Uhu just a coincidence, like the other times that she happened to be doing yoga in her living room," He walks towards the kitchen; all the while continuing his mocking, "or writing, or cleaning or-"

   "Okay I get it!" I interrupt him. "And, by the way, your drooling," Ace shouts over the clattering of pans. "N-no im not!" I reply, quickly wiping away at my mouth. My face is beet red and it'll probably keep getting redder if we continue this conversation. Time to change the subject.

   Getting up I follow him to our cramped kitchen. "Don't touch the food on the stove; wait till luffy gets here and then we can eat"

   "You should just go talk to her, if you like her so much," grabbing a piece of hot food from the stove, he tosses it into his mouth. "Ah, fuck! That's hot."

   "That's why you should wait till luffy gets here in 20 minutes." I usher him out of there before he decides to eat more food. "But it'll be cold then and I'm hungry nooooow, saboooooo," Ace whines. "It's in low heat so it won't get cold, and we're waiting till luffy gets here." I guide him towards the living room. "By the way you haven't answered. Why don't you talk to her?" Stopping us in front of the linen couch, he turns to face me. "I have but it's just so awkward between us? I wish we could just start over but by now she probably thinks I'm a weirdo." Sitting on the couch, Ace pats the spot next to him. "Nah I doubt it. You only, what? Fallen down the stairs in front of her,"

   Groaning, I remember that embarrassing day. I was trying to be neighborly and greet her, but got...distracted and tripped over the last few steps. At least she helped me up. She smelled so nice that day. "Dropped and broke most of her groceries." Remembering that one actually made me flinch. I'd seen her unloading some groceries when I got home from work. I offered to help, but clumsily dropped most of the bags I was holding. I exploded her soda and most of the plastic plates she bought for a get together she was having. She invited my brothers and I after that. I ended up avoiding her most of the time. Ace, on the other hand, tried to talk to her every chance he got. And luffy....ate just about everything there. "Awkwardly talked about labradors, for some reason. Yeah, no I see your point." I just couldn't shut up that day. Grrrr, I'm pissed off at myself.

   "Are you done listing how much of a loser I am? Thanks, man. real motivational pep talk." He turns on the couch, now facing me, he puts a leg on my lap. "Hey, you know what, luffy might have talked to her recently." Now that's news to me. "What do you mean?"

   "Well remember when luffy set that fire to the apartment a while ago? when we were out." Eugh, just remembering makes me wanna throw up. He tried barbecuing for us on the balcony once, but ended up almost burning the apartment down. AND he still made us eat that vile lunch. It makes me shiver at the thought. "Yep. He's the reason we have no balcony, why?"

   "Well she's a firefighter intern or something right?"

   "I think?" I'm not following...

   "Then she probably came here to help put the fire out. And you know how luffy is. He probably talked to her and mentioned we are neighbors and that she had invited us to her place before." My face pales, I'm following his train of thought now. He's probably gonna invite her over soon. He does that with every person he befriends. Oh no. Oh no no no..... If he did talk to her then he more than likely told her about me looking at her through her patio door. He has no filter! I'll never be able to face her again! "Luffy talks way too much! He probably told her that we've seen her through her balcony-" Ace puts a hand up, stopping me. "Hold up, WE? What's this 'we' you speak of? YOU'RE the one spying on her." He moves his arm to the small stand next to the couch, grabbing the controller. "And besides, if he did, she hasn't closed her curtains yet; she probably has a thing for you too."

   If she does I'd probably just about faint.  Considering how awkward things are between us. Man, I hope she does. It would be a big help. My panic subsides and the sounds of the TV provide a nice background noise while I drift off into a daydream about how it would be like to be with her. Being able to hear her voice all the time, see her smile everyday. To BE the reason she smiles every day. She makes my insides feel all warm and fuzzy. Gross, it's like I'm a school girl or something. I'm usually not like this, but she just seems to make my brain go mush. I sigh contently, probably smiling like a fool as I continue to daydream.

   I practically forget why I was panicking before. Then the day dreaming is cut short when I hear voices and the jingle of keys at the door. "Really, it's fine. You don't have to invite me over. It'll probably be awkward."  The door is opened in the middle of the first person's sentence. "No! It's no big deal! Honest, it's a thanks for helping put out the fire that time." Came the other voice.

   That second voice I recognize, it's luffy. But the first..... A girl.... Putting out fires... Oh no. My mind goes blank as the the two walk in through the door. Well, more like luffy walked in and y/n was dragged in by him. Oh god I'm not dressed. Is what I'm wearing fine, Shorts and a t-shirt?Will she like the food? I mean luffy did invite her over so we gotta offer her to stay for a while, right? Right? I hope she likes spaghetti and meatballs. Ace, help me, please.

   As if to answer my silent prayers, Ace mutes the TV and greets the two. "Hey, guys. What's up?"

   "I saw y/n get out of her car, and invited her over for dinner!" Luffy chimes. "That so? Well since Sabo seems to be frozen, I'll serve the plates." Stammering y/n tries to object. "Oh no. You don't have to. I wouldn't wanna impose. I'll just be going now." She turned to walk out, but Ace stops her. "Don't be silly. Stay for dinner, it'll be nice. Plus my brother, over there, made it. He's a pretty good cook, husband material." He winks at her and all the color returns to me once more. I shoot up from my spot, dragging Ace to the kitchen by the ear. "Ow. Ow. Ow. Dude stop." I let go of him, looking mad. I try to glare him down, but that's hard to do with my face being as red as it is. "Oh come on, you were just sitting there, frozen. I had to do something to help my bro get his boo." My cheeks sting from how much blood flow they're getting today. "Don't say it like that!" I whisper yell at him. "Oh calm down. It's hard to take you seriously when you look at me like that. It's adorable." Ace dramatically puts an arm over his forehead. Why, this asshole wants to get punched today. I'm about to blow a fuse when luffy walks in. "Hey guys what's up? Is it not okay to bring her over?"

   "No, no, it's fine. It's not that I uh..." I can't seem to find the right words... "Sabo, just can't handle it right now. His crush is getting him all flustered." Ace answers in a mocking tone. O-hoho I'm gonna kick his ass later. I glare at him walking out of the kitchen. "Just set the table."

   Back to the living room, y/n is standing awkwardly by the door way. "Come on in, the food is being served." She looks at me, god, her eyes. "I understand if you weren't expecting company. I can just go, it's oka-"

   "No! I uh... mean uh.. no no everything's okay, don't feel bad about this. It's nice to have company over for a change." I awkwardly trail off, cheeks still beet red. Swear to god, I'm about to spontaneously combust. "The uh.. Dining area is this way." I wave her over. I'm being awkward, oh god. 'Dining area' who even says that. This is an apartment; he can see it from where she's standing. God fucking djfjfhfuej...

  My head is swarming with thoughts. I can't do this. What do we talk about. Not labradors, please brain, something else. As I plead with myself, y/n takes a seat next to luffy.

  Hold up.... Do I sit next to her? Across? If I don't even go near her, will she be offended?? I must have looked stressed out because Ace ends up putting my plate next to hers. Pushing me into a seat. He sits across from her. Boxing me into a seat. If I move now, next to ace or luffy, it'll look rude. I have no choice, but to sit here.

  As awkwardly fantastic this would be, being next to her and all. I can't help but notice we boxed her in too. She must be feeling uncomfortable by now. Even more than before. Oh geez. Ice breaker. Ice breaker. Something to start a conversation. "S-so uh," my voice fills the, otherwise, quiet area. It caught me off guard, I didn't think this through. What do I say???

  "You helped put out the fire, right?" Ace saves me once again. "Yeah, I'm just an intern so I didn't do much, really" she has her hands in her lap, awkwardly, almost as if she's scared to get closer to the table. "Stop being weird, guys," luffy cuts in, "hey, y/n, is being a firefighter cool? Do you ride in the fire truck? Can you drive it? Have you-"

  "Stop bombarding her with questions, Lu. Giver her time to answer, at least." I stop him before he can drown her in his questions. He's too curious. Chuckling I relax a bit. "So, firefighter, what got you interested in the job?" Y/n turns to me, sending butterflies to my stomach. "Uh... Well," she tucks her hair behind her ear, nervous habit? "I just liked the idea of helping people, and really liked fire trucks I guess?" She forms her response like a question, laughs nervously. "O-oh um.. I don't know what you guys do? It's okay if I ask, you don't have to answer if you don't want to." she waves her hands in front of her.

  "Hahah It's fine. I'm working to be a paramedic. I'm about to graduate, actually" Ace smoothes over her awkwardness. "Oh! That's great, congrats!" Bashfully she congratulates his almost accomplishment. It's cute how flustered she can get. "I'm still in between majors. "I say, swirling some spaghetti onto my fork. "I thought I wanted to be a computer science major, but now I'm not so sure." 

   "I didn't wanna go to college." Luffy chimes next to her, spaghetti sauce on his lips, "more school after school? Boring! I'm working as a mechanic with franky!" He shoves the last pit of his pasta into his mouth. "Mm-sabo more!" 

  "Don't talk with your mouth full luffy. There's more in the kitchen" before I finish he's up and out of his seat. "Franky?" Y/n questions, going back to the previous conversation. "He's owns the shop luffy works at." I fill her in, "he comes by here once in a while. Really cool dude." Running back to his seat, luffy joins in the conversation "he has this cool robot arm and foot! He told me once that some of his head had metal in it! Like a cyborg!!" He's too excitable. "Stop screaming lu, she's right next to you." He practically inhales his next plate of food. "Sorry sorry," luffy mumbles, mouth full of food.

  "Franky isn't a cyborg, he just has prosthetic limbs and a plate from when an accident at the shop." Ace gets up, "you should get one of those cool prosthetics too, sabo." Now in the kitchen, he continues, "anyone else want seconds?"

  "No, this is enough for me." Y/n points at her plate. "Save some for me." I walk to the kitchen. "You have a prosthetic, sabo?" Y/n asks from the table. "Yea, my leg, I lost it in a car wreck when I was little."

  "S-sorry, I didn't mean to-" I stop her mid sentence. "Don't worry it was a long time ago. And Ace, prosthetics are expensive."

_

   After dinner is finished y/n offers to help with the dishes. Ace and I decline, she's a guest after all. "Y/n wanna stay for a bit and hang out?" I ask her, hopefully it isn't too forward. "It's not that late, promise to have you back at yours before 10." I give her the best smile I can. "Sure, haha." I hope that she doesn't feel obligated to stay. 

  "How's your balcony?" She asks no one in particular, "are they gonna start repairs on it soon?" I walk towards the sliding door, next to her. "Yeah, they were supposed to start a few days ago, but with all of the rain these past couple of days..." I trail off. She nods her head, still looking at the charred ground outside. 

  Luffy joins us at the door. "Look, y/n, you can see into your place from here. Sabo sometimes lo-" I slap my hand over his mouth. Oh no. Shit. I hope she didn't understand what he was getting to. "He does what now?" She turns to us all, wide eyed, startled by what he might have said. Fuck.

  "N-no. I don't spy o-on you or a-anything!" My face heats up, bright red. I scramble to find some form of excuse. "I just enjoy the view." I wave my hands wildly around me hoping it'll do ANYTHING to help this situation. "NO! Not what I meant. Outside! I like looking outside." There's no salvaging this situation. I can hear Ace laughing his ass off in the living room. This bastard! "No you don't" luffy says, pulling my hand away from his mouth. He takes a step back, away from my grasp. "Don't you like her?" Why this little gremlin!

  "No! No, of course not." I quickly turn to face y/n, "not that there's anything wrong with that. I do like you. I mean like a friend! Right, but iflateronweendeduotogetherthatwouldntbesobadeither..." I. CAN'T. STOP. TALKING.

  "..Ahahahah umm okay? I like you as a friend too?" She tilts her head. "What was that last part you said? I couldn't quite get that "it's like my body is trying to give me a heat stroke. I'm burning. "N-nothing! Nothing. Phew, is it hot in here? I'm gonna go turn the a.c. on." I grab Luffy's hand, hurding him to the small hallway, adjacent to the dining room.

   "Stop saying stuff like that" I whisper to him. "It's embarrassing." Luffy, completely bewildered, can't seem to wrap his head these words. "Why? Don't you like her? Was I wrong? You only wanna be friends?"

  "No. I mean yes. I like her, okay." I put both hands to my head, pulling at my hair. "And I wanna be more than friends, but she's gonna think I'm some kind of weido if she finds out I sometimes look at her through her balcony." Luffy laughes, to my dismay. "We'll it's a bit late for that." 

   "No, hopefully I can make her believe that I do just casually look outside. Just please stop talking about my crush on her." I give him a pleading look. "No, it's too late." Luffy points behind me, "she's right there." I turn around, abruptly. Shit.

   "I just wanted to tell you that it would probably be best I'd I left" y/n mutteres, her face completely red. She. Heard. EVERYTHING. My mouth is drawn into a taut line; my muscles feel stiff, my hands are clammy, and I can't seem to move from the shock of it all. It's almost like an out of body experience. I wish I could run away like my mind is doing. "You guys okay?" Luffy looks back and forth between the both of us. "Yes, everything's fine." My voice cracks at the end. "Let me walk you home y/n." I walk past her, robotically leading her towards the door.

  "I'm gonna take y/n home." I state outloud; not really noticing if they reach Ace or not. Opening the door, I let y/n pass though first. She walks to the stairs and all I seem to be able to do is look at the door closing behind me. The golden light diminishing into a crack until it's finally gone. I have to turn around now, but I can't. How can I bear to look at her right now? What do I say to her? Do I bring it up or does she just want to forget it?

   My heart sinks even further thinking about that last question. I could have stayed at the door all night panicking about what I had done; but she pulls me out of my anxiety induced hysteria. "Sabo?" Y/n calles out to me, barely above a whisper. I face her, half expecting her to tell me she could walk home alone. "Are you coming?" Her words hit me like a punch in the gut. Violent butterflies swarming inside me, excited about what's to come. Do I still have a shit? "Y-yes. Of course." My mouth pulls up into a smile. I can't make it stop and it'll probably creep her out; but the fact that I may still have a chance. I nearly trip down the stairs again with how much I'm overthinking it. Falling, again? I'd ruin my chances, being so clumsy.

   Walking side by side, y/n decides to start the conversation first. "So...." She looks up at the sky before staring straight ahead. She's nervous, like me, I hope it's for the same reason. "W-what I heard inside....was it true?" Her checks flair, refusing to spare a glance at me. Well, it's now or never. Taking a big breath I tell her how I feel about her. "Yes, I like you a lot." I stand in front of her on the steps to her apartment. I'm just as flushed as she is, but I need to know. "Y/n.... Do you like me?" Y/n stuteres a bit, unable to find the right words. My stomach tightens; taking the air out of my lungs. Please say yes. Y/n fiddles with the hem of her shirt. Please say yes. She looks up into my eyes; hers wide in panic? Embarrassment? Bashfulness? Please say yes. "I-I do...l-like you that is." She looks away, pushing some hair behind her ears. Her words are like electricity running through me. They send a shock all through me. I can't help myself, I'm just really happy, I throw my arms around her. The sudden embrace startles her, but she doesn't pull away. Slowly, she puts her hands around me; burying her face into my chest. I can feel her start to smile. It only makes mine grow wider. She likes me. Holy shit. She likes me.

[midoriyaizukustan-inactive]

Have I told you about this ship I wonder exists, yet? Basically: Uraraka. Tsuyu. Yaoyorozu. Think about it. (Also, I considered putting iida in there, but I’ll wait for your opinion on this.)

ECHO WE ARE SPEAKING THE SAME LANGUAGE HOLY F U CK

GIRLS GIRLG GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS GLRILS OHHOHOFHODHDKJSJKF

BRO IDEK WHERE TO START THATS JUST SO INSPIRED

I HAVE THOUGHT OF THIS BEFORE THOUGH I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH OHH F U C K

i think uraraka would be the first poor bastard to start pining and she recognizes that after like a couple weeks bc she knows shes like bubbly in general right. but its to the point that even She realizes how much more extra she gets when tsu and/or momo are around and once she realizes that, she also realizes her stomach gets butterflies whenever shes teamed up with them,,,and she thinks their hair looks really pretty and she’d really love to run her hands through it,,,and she admires them and looks up to them and just harbors such warm feelings for them bc theyre just such good ppl and. oh man she whipped

anyway she Panics. like yknow the freakout she had when her crush on mido got revealed in canon?? its that but like 10x worse she is p anIckiNg(tm)

uraraka: as one bi disaster to another literally what the fuck do i do

midoriya pining after iida and todoroki: literally how am i supposed to know we’re in the same boat here uraraka-san

DFJKDJK SHE PERSIHES BC SHE JUS TLOVES THEM SO MUCH BUT SHE ALSO HATES BEING IN THE SAME ROOM AS THEM NOW BC SHE HATES THE FEELINGS BC THEYRE JUST SO OVERWHELMING BUT SHE LOVES HER FRIENDS BUT THE EMBARRASSMENT OF JUST SITTING NEXT TO THEM SUCKS FUCK

uraraka is Sure these crushes have ruined her life but THEN

she’s hanging out w tsu one day to study like just in her room. and theyre being playful and having fun and uraraka is having her crisis but internally and tsu can tell smth’s up but uraraka smiles so brilliant at her regardless and tsu thinks she looks adorable w the flushed cheeks and oh! so tsu, since she’s a distinguished lesbian, realizes then and there that she’s a Pining and is like “hey ochako-chan?”

“what is it tsu-san??”

“hm. i. i think i have a crush on you, kero”

uraraka promptly shuts down, restarts, shuts down again, restarts, then freaks the FUCK OUT which involves her floating to the roof for a couple minutes, and then returning to tsu to choke out “I liKe yOu tOo” with like 8000 voice cracks

so once uraraka can like talk without spontaneously combusting, shes like “omg tsu i rlly like u i do and i wanna like,,be your girlfriend,,but i also,,like yaomomo at the Same Time im sorry?? i just,,yknow” bc honesty is key kiddos

tsu is like “ok thats valid r u even a wlw if u dont have a crush on momo”

no but they like talk abt what exactly the wanna do from there and decide they’ll ask yaomomo abt it in the next couple of days

uraraka is SO STRESSED cause she doesnt wanna wait to talk but also the talk is gonna be her fucking death so she is rlly experiencing the duality of man. eventually tho the perf opportunity arises; she, tsu, nd yaomomo r the last in the kitchen after dinner bc they all had chores to do (tsu and yaomomo r to wash nd dry the dishes nd uraraka has to clean up the dining room nd the cooking materials nd all that)

anyway tsu gives uraraka a Look to let her know “hey we should talk to her now” and uraraka almost drops a plate bc her hands get so sweaty but shes like “o kay” pray for her guys

so its quiet for a couple minutes but yaomomo’s humming smth and like when tsu passes a plate to her to dry, their hands brush and oh man. now tsu is Also gay panicking

“hey momo-chan??”

“yea??”

and uraraka’s disastrous nature must have rubbed off on tsu bc she just goes into the fucking provisional license exam like “uhhH thaNKs for KEeping me Warm there that would have Sucked haha!!” and yaomomo smiles at her but uraraka can also see it and bro. they are Messes she has such a pretty smile,,,

anyway once theyre almost done uraraka (surprising i know) just kinda slaps her hands on the counter to get their attention, and when yaomomo nd tsu turn towards her, uraraka is like “I!!! LIKE BOTH OF YOU VERY MUCH. I THINK YOURE BOTH GREAT AND AMAZING AND INSPIRATION AND I. APPRECIATE YOU FOR JUST EXISTING AND IF WE COULD GO ON A DATE SOMETIME I THINK I’D DIE OF JOY” iida has rubbed off on her evidently

smooth ‘raka smooth

anyway yaomomo gets bright red nd kinda hides her face in her hands while tsu is smiling at uraraka but also blushing and like who can blame her its not every day a loved one screams their affections @ u

anyway yaomomo is like “what brought this on???” and its uraraka’s turn to blush while she’s like “i just- i just rlly like you guys i meant that. i think youre really amazing nd iiiii i just rlly love u”

HHH and tsu’s like “i um. i like u too. both of u that is. i think youre gonna be great heroes and its a great experience, getting to be able to train alongside u two”

yaomomo is Flustered As Fuck nd needs a moment to like accept that this is reality but she’s also like “i like u both too!!! uraraka i just think your demeanor and determination is so fierce and you gonna save a lot of people one day. and tsu!! your quirk is so versatile youre so confident and i have a lot to learn from you,,,you two r just so strong and brave and i rlly love u guys”

we are crying in this chilis tonight. their first date is them just sitting on that kitchen floor once the chores r done and like trying for all three of them to hold hands w/o getting too flustered to stop. its so sweet u guys

echo i owe u my life this is so INSPIRED fuck i am crying,,,theyre literally my favorite girls fuck i LOVE THEM!!!! fuck

[zankivich]

Neighbors: Shawn x Plus-Size Reader Chapter 1

Prompt: It’s 2am and I’m drunk and I need some salt for my fries and I know your awake so OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR

I’m reminded of that story Shawn told about the girl who showed up on his porch in the middle of the winter with nothing but a crop top on saying she was lost. But like...normal. And not creepy. Also I wanted to write Shawn with a plus size woman and this was my first attempt, but I finished the other one first. Let me know if ya like! 

Edit: Hi! No longer a one shot. This is now a series! Check masterlist for more chapters.

The only only thing that's keeping you whole at the moment was the bag of grease and destruction in your hands. You had gone to some dumb club and danced with some dumb guy only to find out he was a handsy dickhead and you’d had to pull out the switchblade from your bra to give him the message of back the fuck off. You’d specifically gone out to get laid and if dickhead would’ve just not been an uber creep, you definitely would’ve been down. As it was, the only thing going in your mouth was about to be these bomb ass french fries.

You got into your apartment already reaching inside to try a bite only to shutter with disappointment. There was no salt. What fuck is a french fry without salt? It didn’t occur to you to look for any salt yourself. You were drunk for christ’s sake, and if anything you DESERVED someone to fucking salt your fries for you. You’re a lady dammit!

Seeing as how you lived alone in an apartment building, and there was no one there to solve this issue for you, you turned to the next best thing. Neighbors.

You stumbled out into the hallway armed with your bag of fries barefoot and starving. It was well after two am, most of the hallway dead silent except for the neighbor at the end of the hallway. Music drifted from under the door in a soft, muted sort of way, just enough to tell you that someone was definitely in there. Your lord and savior if they had any fucking salt.

You knocked with reckless abandon wanting to make sure they heard you over the music, and it didn’t even occur to you that it might be annoying to slam your first into someone’s door at two fucking am.The fries! They needed to be saved!

“Hi! I know it’s very late, but I can also hear your music. Good choice by the way, I live for Troye Sivan, he’s a bop. But like I need you to open the door, it’s kind of an emergency!!! Life or death!”

The door opened and your whole body was shocked into silence. Because that was Shawn Mendes on the other side of the door, clearly in his sweatpants, and not at all interested in your french fry problem. Your drunken mind received flashbacks of a letter that every person in the building had gotten about generally perfect super star moving into the building. You weren’t supposed to ask for pictures, to release any information, and you certainly weren’t supposed to knock on the guy’s fucking door at two o’clock in the morning.

“Emergency eh? Life or death?” He asked looking you up and down.

You hiccuped--one that made your whole body kind of boop--and he grinned at you.Thank God for bomb ass dresses that showed off every curve in the book. He was almost hot enough to make you forget the fries. Almost.

“Yes, you see I have these fries. And they need salt. And I can’t eat them without the salt, but my apartment has betrayed me in that it is saltless, and so I would be really appreciative if you would salt my fries.” You mumbled.

“‘Salt your fries’” He repeated a smirk permanently etched into his lips. “Is that a euphemism for something?”

You shook your head which made you a little wobbly and he seemed to reach out at the perfect time grabbing your arm to still you. You thanked him sheepishly before holding up the bag of fries as your evidence

“Not a euphemism. Really just need your salt, bro.”

“Alright, alright. Let me see what I can do.”

He headed back into his apartment leaving the door open which your drunk ass took as a personal invitation and followed him into the kitchen, which was nearly identical to yours. By the time he was done fishing around in his cabinets you had already seated yourself at the island opening your bag and taking another experimental bite. Oh what a disappointment it was.

“Found it.” He said offering you the heavenly morsels.

You moaned snatching it out of his hand and proceeding to generously shake the contained into your bag to evenly coat your meal.

“This has been a glorious ending to a really shitty night. Thank you, so much.” You giggled extremely giddy with your french fries.

Shawn was oddly amused at your behavior taking a seat beside you at his own damn island and watching you eat.

“Not a great night?”

You shook your head shaking your body to the rhythm of your chewing before swallowing.

“Went to some club solo. Just wanted to get laid and get back into my bed. Dude was super handsy, which would’ve been fine if not for his insistent attempts to try and fuck me in the middle of the dance floor with his micro penis. Didn’t take no for an answer. Almost had to cut him cause he started with all that fat bitch nonsense. Men who are into plus size women, hate rejection from plus size women because we’re supposed to be like the ugliest and most undesirable. But like… I’m fine and I’m thick and I still don’t want you sir. And then I got the true love my life, these french fries here, and what happens? My fucking salt disappears.”

“I’m sorry.” He says sounding genuinely sympathetic. “That’s not cool. You’re a very beautiful woman”

“You’re right, not cool. I deserve at least average dick and salt on my fries. And I’m not settling for less.”

He chuckled, cheeks warming into this adorable bright pink. He was leaning his chin on his hand watching you with inquisitive eyes and the first thing your mind went to was what a shitty guest you were being. You pushed the bag in his direction as a peace offering.

“You want?”

He smiled eyeing the bag. “Not really supposed to eat those. Bad for my diet.”

You rolled your eyes. “You look like you’re a quarter of my size. Eat a damn french fry.”

His cheeks did this very interesting thing where they just sort of burst with color. It was as if he was destined to be pink and his body was just fighting the inevitable. It was maybe incredibly adorable. You decided to get farther away from his face less it cause you to spontaneously combust. You crawled out of your seat, still barefoot and tipsy and began to look through his cabinets.

“You got something to drink in here by chance?”

“There’s water in the fridge.” He explained around a mouth full of food.

“How the hell is water going to get you as drunk as I am?”

You quickly located the booze, a bottle of tequila and the shot glasses to boot, before crawling back into his too tall seats.

“Oh I can’t I’ve gotta sing in the studio tomorrow.” He mumbled finally addressing the elephant in the room that was popstar letting drunken woman into his apartment against literally anyone’s better judgement.

“Shawn, you don’t know me, which really shame on you cause I’m awesome. But if you’re not eating french fries and drinking tequila is being you even worth it at that point?” You asked.

He laughed. “Is that your way of convincing me?”

You ignored him in favor of pouring each of you a shot and pushing the glass in his direction.

“Me not taking no for an answer, is my way of convincing you.”

He takes the first shot with hesitation. The second, he barely puts up a fight with. The third, he cheer’s his glass against yours. And the fourth he takes with no hands. It’s a wild awakening, but Shawn may just be a lightweight. Or a normal person with four shots of tequila in him. Tomato, potato.

He leaned his head, which seemed to be too heavy for his neck, on his hand and swung his chair back and forth to the rhythm of the music that was still playing the background. Your eyes were trapped on his thighs, which looked glorious even in sweatpants. Yours were biggers, and you thought about how wonderful he might look between them. Thick thighs save lives and give incredible orgasms. It’s kind of a fact.

At the end of the day you were a big woman. It didn’t bother you in the slightest, the way that it used to when you were younger. It had taken years, but you were comfortable in your skin, and happy as hell with the way you looked. And it never occured to you to beg a man for jack shit. Either he was with it, or he wasn’t. And the men who were, were in for a wonderful fucking ride, if you were to say so yourself. That being said, as attractive as he was, it didn’t occur to you to hit on Shawn. You were just kind of vibing and eating french fries. It seemed harmless. He didn’t strike you as the type to be into thick women, with the whole hollywood size two fad that was in place. There’s a quote somewhere about books and covers and judging and whatever.

“What club did you go to tonight, anyways?” He asked still not holding his head up on his own.

You smiled for no reason at all. “That place nearby with the strobe lights, why?”

“Gotta know where not to go if I don’t wanna be a piece of shit, right?”

“So many double negatives and yet I still appreciate the sentiment.” You grinned.

He chuckled his head lolling from side to side.

“Do you always take the piss out of random men in their apartments?” He sighed hand over his heart. “I’m hurt.”

“Only the ones I like. You’re welcome.”

“It’s an honor, truly.” He murmured taking a moment to hiccup, which was also absolutely fucking adorable. “Can I ask you something?”

You nodded leaning your head on crossed arms because maybe he was on to something and gravity was taking its toll.

“Does that happen to you a lot?”

“What?”

“Guy’s being assholes, saying stuff about how you look?”

You shrugged. “I mean we live in a pretty fucked up culture for sure. You were afraid of a french fry twenty minutes ago because you might look less like you and more like me.”

“No I--”

“Hey, it’s cool. It’s less you and more like our history and our society. People kind of don’t realize they’re saying shitty things. But quite honestly I look good. Like I’m killin’ it over here. And once I figured that out, no one’s been able to stop me since. I’m living my best life.”

His eyes roamed over your body staring at your bare legs and moving over the olive green toned dressed that was hugging you wonderfully. You had a stomach and cellulite and boobs that required a bra and none of these things made you lesser than. In fact you were beautiful because of them, and that had taken far too long to understand.

“ I think that….I think you’re gorgeous.” He shrugged dopely. “You shouldn’t take shit from anyone who can’t see that. The world can be so fucked up sometimes.”

You smiled because in that moment he was nothing but cream and sugar. You wondered what it was like to be so innocent that it just sort of radiated from your pores. He looked untouched by the world, which was something you admired greatly. What a wonderful thing it must have been to exist outside of all the ugliness that surrounded you.

“Thank you. I’m not sweating it though.”

He nodded pushing off of the island and sliding out of his chair. His hair swooped down in his eyes and he pushed it back and it shouldn’t have been so fucking attractive, but here you were lusting over your neighbor at three in the morning with french fry-tequila breath.

“Do you wanna dance?” He asked

You raised an eyebrow. “Dance? Now?... We don’t really know each other like that do we?.”

“That didn’t stop you from taking my salt and forcing tequila down my throat.” He grinned.

“‘Forcing’? That’s a little harsh don’t you think, superstar?”

He licked his lip at the nickname and your brain completely stalled at the visual. Damn him.

“Maybe. I’m Shawn.” He state holding his hand out for you to shake.

“Y/n.”

You slid your hand into his and screeched as he yanked you without an ounce of grace from your chair. You tumbled into his chest and he caught you once again arms seeming to settle around your waist naturally. John Mayer was playing on his stereo system, and there seemed to be multiple speakers throughout the room because the sound pulsed through the floor and in the walls. He started to hum along to the music pulling your body in a sloppy circle as you both danced drunkenly across the hardwood floors. His chest was warm and he smelled of fresh laundry and soap and something that was just entirely him. He nuzzled his face into your hair, the humming turning into a soft singing and your body turned to goo inside his hold. Maybe that had been his plan all along.

Even in his drunken state he didn’t feel you up, though you wouldn’t have minded in the slightest at this point. Instead he leaned back to stare at you and lost his balance almost immediately, so he had to wrap his arms around your neck to save yourself. You laughed and he smiled and you were both just dumb, drunken idiots.

“You’re cute.” He murmured nodding his head as if he had decided it right in that moment, and thus it was fact.

You chuckled. “Thank you. You are cute as well.”

“K.”

His eyes traveled down to your lips and yours traveled to his. If either of you had one brain cell to offer you might have noticed at you’d stopped dancing, or that song had changed. He ran his fingers into your hair and stepped closer in the limited space between you. Before your lips could touch, before you lost every sense of who you were, you were pulling away from his arms, cheeks flaming red.

“I should...I should go home. It’s late.”

His face drooped and it took everything in you not to physically push at his skin until he was smiling. But you were drunk and he was a rock star, and it had all gotten to be a little much.

“Are you sure?” He asked giving you ample opportunity to change your mind.

You smiled slipping his arms from around your waist.

“Yea. Thanks for the salt, neighbor.”

He seemed to remember then that you leaving meant walking the fiver feet to your apartment across the hall, and his smile was suddenly back in full force.

“No problem. Let me walk you home.”

He presented his arm out to you like you were going to a ball and not your apartment door, but you were a sucker for cute boys with brown eyes, so here you were barefoot and drunk in the middle of the hallway with a popstar on your arm. You got all the way to your door and you reached for your pocket to get to your keys only to look down and see that there was no pocket…. Because you were in a tight ass dress designed by some man who hated women. Idiot.

“Something wrong?” Shawn asked as you groaned and slammed your fist against the door.

“My keys. They’re in there.” You explained pointing at the door.

Shawn, the intellectual that he was, shrugged. “Let’s go get them.”

“No, sweetheart. They’re in there. We are out here. I need them to get us in there.”

“Oh.”

Tequila. A hell of a drink.

“I guess you’ll have to stay at my place then huh?” He asked bringing you back from your haze of drunken stupidity yourself. “At least till the morning, when the front desk is open?”

He was wearing a grin that was so smug and dumb and attractive that you didn’t know whether to kiss him or hit him.

You sputtered. “I’m not sleeping in your bed.”

“Sweetheart what kind of guy do you think I am? I have two guest rooms.”

He grabbed your hand interlocking your fingers like you weren’t technically strangers and brought you back to his apartment. True to his word he takes you to a guest room that’s big enough to be the master bedroom in your apartment. So much for similar layouts. He brings you sweatpants that are tight in the thighs and long long long everywhere else and you don’t even bother trying to squeeze a tit into his t-shirt feeling just fine in your bra. But, when he comes to say goodnight you might as well have been one of those skinny girls in the movies with a white button up that was really purposely picked out  three times bigger than the lead actor guy had ever worn to continue the narrative that women have to be dainty and smaller than men to be sexy. He looped his fingers through the waistband string and sent you a smile so goofy and dopey that you just wanted to invite him in to stay forever.

“You look good in my sweatpants.” He mumbled not allowing his eyes to meet your cleavage.

“Yea?” You murmured peering down at wear the material bunched awkwardly around you thighs.

He nodded allowing his thumb to skim up an across your belly, which even on your best days was hard to love.

“Absolutely.”

Maybe it was the tequila. Maybe you were still horny from the club. Or maybe it was just the way that he looked at you like you mattered. But, closing the door with him on the other side just didn’t seem logical.

“Do you wanna… I mean you could sleep in here if you wanted.” You murmured, cheeks burning. “Or not?”

“Do you want me to sleep in here?”

He ducked his head to catch your eye, fingers rubbing soothing circles into your hip. It was a seemingly kind gesture and yet it felt incredibly intimiate at the same time. You found that you loved his hands on your body, which felt kind of astonishing and profound because no man had ever touched your body like him.

“Yea I--I...yes.”

He smiled and his whole face was just a little too cute for comfort.

“Cool.”

He leads you to bed and lets you peel back the covers. You face the wall and he crawls in pressing his chest along your back and slipping an arm over your waist. You feel like your sinking--into what you don’t know, but it feels good, feels right, and you’re hopless to stop it.

“Is this okay?” He whispers against your neck.

All you can do is settle yourself firmly into his body and sigh a sigh of contment.

“Yea.”

What a fuckin night.

***

When you woke up it was with your own personal human sleeping back. Shawn had his large leg draped over your much smaller one, his face hidden in your neck as he slept the sleep of the innocent. It was like something out of a fairytale...but you were nothing like a princess, and this was real life where you’d drank a quarter of your weight in alcohol the night before and had to learch away from the cute boy who’d cuddled you all night to barely make it to his bathroom and vomit horridly.

He found you there, on his pristine, beautiful floor looking like death, and you just knew this was the moment where he realized that you don’t let crazy women into your apartment and officially filed for a restraining order. You’d collapsed against the floor and he quickly made his way to his knees beside you. You thought for sure he would yell and tell you get the hell out of his place but instead he was kneeling to the porcilan god himself. What a fucking shit show.

“Holy fuck this sucks.” He muttered flushing the toilet and collapsing beside you. “I’m supposed to go to the studio today.”

“I feel like I may have had a small part in this and for that I’m sorry.” You mumbled.

He managed to peer over at you around the toilet with a look that said, “are you fucking kidding me?” and despite being on your death bed you still found it within you to bust out laughing. Shawn couldn’t help himself and quickly joined in only for both of you to realize that laughing hurt and you were kind of a couple of goddamn messes.

“This might be the wrong time to say this but...I had a really nice time last night.” He murmured.

You peered over to look at him, again around the toliet, and wondered if this man before you was actually real or if you’d died to alcohol posioning.

“I agree…. It’s the wrong time.”

He laughed at you again only to quickly start heaving and lurch forward for the toilet again. So, it wasn’t a fairytale by any stretch of the imagine. And the fries from the night before had probably all found their way into the toilet bowl. And you spent the rest of the morning on your neighbor’s bathroom floor praying for death to take you. But at one point, when your bones ached and your throat felt like sandpaper, his fingers touched yours on the linolium. And he smiled at you with this pathetic, tiny grin. And you decided that maybe living next door to a popstar might not be so bad afterall.

The End.

[jungshookz]

drummer!jungkook

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inspired by this glorious post shared with me by @taebumshi :-)) 

you’re not sure how you let taehyung drag you out in the middle of your brooklyn 99 binge on a friday night

this is literally the first friday in weeks where you didn’t have any projects to work on and didn’t have any tests to study for

and you were going to treat yourself goddamnit but your best friend was just…. so… manipuLative

however

you said you would go only if you could choose your own outfit

tae kind of pouted over that but he was like okay fine i guEss

so tae’s wearing a nice button down and slacks and you’re dressed in a pair of jeans and a grungy t-shirt that he thought you had thrown out a year ago

taehyung chose your jeans because he said this pair makes your butt look extra perky

you let him get away with it since he was still being pouty about not being able to choose a dress for you

while you’re lining up to get inside the club you finally ask taehyung: hey so whY the fuck are we here you dingus

apparently there’s a band playing at the club tonight and tae knows all the members (they’re in his music class)

some band called bts

you remember hearing him talk about them earlier this week but you didn’t think anything about it

anyway bts

which isn’t a very creative name in your opinion

(you’re just bitter because you really want to go home)

so you guys finally get inside and tae drags you towards the front because the band already started playing

as tae’s dragging you through you make sure to apologise to any people he’s bumped outta the way because you’ve always been the more polite one out of the two of you

people seem to be enjoying the music and you have to admit the music isn’t half bad

there are 6 members

one singer, one pianist, two guitarists, one tambourine player?? and…  one drummer

you kind of scan over each member except the drummer because he’s all the way in the back and he’s wearing a face mask aNd he has his hoodie up so

but from what you can see

damn this is 1 attractive fuckign band

you make eye contact with the singer and his right eye drops in a wink before he smirks at you

you feel your heart go boom boom

are you in love or is this just because you rarely get attention from the opposite gender????

maybe you should have let tae dress you

tae nudges you to get your attention and introduce each of the members

singer = park jimin

two guitarists = kim seokjin + kim namjoon

pianist = min yoongi

tambourinist = jung hoseok

drummer = jeon jungkook

they play a couple original songs and they also cover some songs

halfway through someone accidentally splashes their drink onto your shirt and you’re like haha it’s fine but on the inside you’ve strangled this stranger very violently already

so you go over to the bar and you’re sitting there rubbing at this new gross stain

it ends after about another fifteen minutes and jimin thanks the crowd as the boys pack up their instruments

hoseok just shoves his tambourine into a lil drawstring bag and is like omg i’m SO tired

meanwhile jungkook’s like full on sweating and his arms are throbbing from drumming for nearly an hour

when they disappear backstage tae grabs you from the bar and drags you towards backstage and you’re like oH no nonononono look at me tae my shirt’s all gross and i’m kind of sweaty and-

“that sounds like a you problem. also you have no choice because you have to meet my friends!!!!!!”

so you let him drag you all the way to the back and meanwhile you’re still violently dabbing at your shirt because you’re about to meet 6 very attractive men and you look like a mess

you look up when you feel tae release his grip on your arm and you kind of hover behind him awkwardly as he bro-hugs all of the boys (except for jungkook?) and is like omg you guys were so goOd!!

jimin looks over tae’s shoulder and he smiles at you and is like hey you must be y/n! we’ve heard a lot about you you’re prettier than tae says you are

you feel like your face is on fire and you’re like ahahHa thanksssSs you guys were really good i just disappeared because someone spilled their drink on me and you gesture to your shirt

everyone introduces themselves to you and you make sure to compliment hoseok’s tambourine skills and he’s like u know what no one ever appreciates my skills you are now my best friend

jungkook’s just standing behind everyone scrolling through his phone and he has his earbuds in and he’s still holding onto his drumsticks

seokjin’s like yA jungkook don’t be rude say hi to y/n

jungkook quickly tucks his phone away and he looks up at you and you feel like your heart stops because his gaze is so intense

now that you get to look at him properly you definitely wish you looked more presentable

he has soft brown hair with softer looking brown eyes

plus he took his hoodie off and he’s wearing a t-shirt that’s soaked in sweat so it’s sticking to his chest and you can see the outline of his abs and his v-line  

oh god

you force your eyes back up onto his face and you offer him a smile and stick your hand out and you’re like hi i’m y/n

he nods once and mumbles a ‘sup’ before he’s going over to the couch towards his laptop and ur still there with your hand out like :-) i :-) want :-) to :-) die :-)

jimin shrugs and tells you not to take it to heart jungkook is just a Moody Young Adult

anyways hoseok butts in and is like hey we’ve never seen you on campus!!!!

you explain to him that it’s probably because you’re on the humanities campus and they’re on the arts one

and hoseok kind of pauses then he’s like wow ur so smarT that totally makes sense!!!! his smile is so bright he’s so adorable

but then he asks you how you and tae met if you’re on the humanities campus and tae’s on the arts one

it’s a story for another day

(tae ended up wandering around the humanities campus on the first day and you had to walk him back to the arts one and you felt obligated to take care of this clueless stranger for the rest of your four years here)

jimin butts in and invites you and tae to a rehearsal session sometime next week if y’all are interested which you vEry much are

your attention is still on jungkook like your eyes keep flickering back to him

yoongi is the only one who notices this and he interrupts jimin and is like don’t worry y/n jungkook will be there too

and you go into a mild panic and you’re like oH no i’m NoT- uh- i was just- you know because- i mean- i would love to watch you guys rehearse i’M NOT just there for jungkook that’s totally not-

taehyung: “we’ll be there!!!!!! okay y/n i think it’s time for us to go say bye bye” thank god for tae

on the way back to the apartment taehyung is like…….. so….jungkook’s kinda hot… am i right wink wink

you scowl and whack his head but in your mind you’re like YEs that jUngkook IS kind of very Hot wink wink

anyways next week rolls around faster than you thought it would

you meet tae by the juice place on the arts campus and he’s standing there with six bottles of juice and he’s also on the phone??

you walk over and he hands you the juices one by one before he’s snapping his fingers and gesturing for you to follow him

what a diva

you’re like ??!!!!! i might drop all of these but you do your best and you manage to make it to the music building without any accidents

thankfully tae holds the door open for you

you make it to the music room and the boys are like tae!!!! y/n!!!! juice!!!! (except jungkook because he once again has his earbuds in)

they flock towards you and take their juices with their names on it

you’re standing there with jungkook’s juice and you want to ask someone to give it to him because ur kind of intimidated

tae nudges you and is like go n give kook his juice what r u doing

you swallow your nerves and pad over to him

he’s behind the drums scrolling through his phone

you clear your throat and he doesn’t look up

right

his buds are in

so now what

you’re awkwardly hovering

jungkook looks up suddenly and is like oh chill thanks for the juice and he takes it from you and you’re standing there like a gaping fish

“oh- i- yes this is yours- juice is like super nutritious so it’s great that you’re drinking it-okay cool cool cool cool cool” you shoot him some finger guns and kind of back away and he just looks… so….. unimpressed…..

aAAAAh

why are you acting like this

you’ve never been so awkward before

the boys are having fun watching you interact with kook

jungkook actually thinks ur kinda cute

okay not kinda

really cute

really really cute

and those finger guns?? admittedly awkward but also pretty endearing

he just

experienced a pretty bad breakup a year ago and since then has kind of been :// about stuff in general

but he’s more :// when it comes to LoooVe and crushes etc

so when you come waltzing in with your bright smile and your dumb hI i’M y/N and he feels his heart combust he knows immediately that he’s fuCked

he sips on his juice with a tiny little smile when he hears tae teasing you

“you are so right y/n juice truly IS nutritious!!!!!!!!!!”

“tae oNe more word outta you i swear to god”

the rehearsal goes great and you realised that you spent the entire time just drooling over jungkook

it’s just that he gets so into it and his biceps start clenching and he looks so anGry when he’s pounding away at the drums but it’s a hot kind of angry and he gets sweaty which usually isn’t attractive but makes sweating look SO attractive

his hair gets all damp and his skin starts to glisten and in you literally want to DIE he’s just so……….. atTractive

jungkook notices this because your gawking is pretty obvious

he likes it tho because it’s boosting his ego

usually he doesn’t get a lot of attention because he’s in the back all the time but the entire time they play 98% of the time your eyes are glued on him

but whatever ur just… ur just a dumb girl…. girls are dumb……

but he can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy when he notices jimin beginning to serenade you and he takes your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles and your cheeks are heating up and you’re getting all giggly

in fact he begins to get a little offbeat but he quickly recovers when he notices you throw him a thumbs up and a smile

his heart melts

anyways rehearsal goes great and you ask yoongi what they’re rehearsing for

they have another gig in three weeks at a fancier club and no surprise you and tae are invited!!

and you’re like aW well i actually might have to take a rain check i have a project due at the end of the month

yoongi: “don’t u wanna see jungkook?”

there’s a moment of silence where you and yoongi stare at each other and it’s like telepathic

his eyes are telling you that he knows what’s going on with your lil crush

your eyes are telling him that if he tells jungkook you’ll kill him

tae appears out of nowhere and is like hey what are you guys talking about also y/n we gotta bounce because i think i left the stove on at the dorm

you: “i was just…. telling yoongi that we’ll definitely be at the show! ...and also ur an IDIOT”

anyways the weeks go by

you end up walking all the way to the arts campus a couple times a week to hang out with not only tae but also the other boys

they always make it so that you are always sitting next to jungkook when it’s lunchtime

but they make it so that you guys are basically smushed together like your arms and thighs are pressed together

jungkook doesn’t seem to mind and you certainly don’t mind

he begins interjecting into the conversation more instead of listening to music all through lunch

you find out that you luv his smile and the sound of his laugh

he likes it when you laugh because your nose crinkles very cutely

one time he took a sip of your juice without asking you and you were kind of surprised for some reason

he also sneaks bites of your food and again you don’t mind because (you like him a lot)

usually when tae tries to eat your food you’ll glare at him til he backs off

so yeah it’s pretty obvious you like him

and jungkook is acting…. not like jungkook

just the fact that he’s doesn’t have his earbuds in while he’s talking to you is a huge sign

aLso he actually lets you listen to music with him and jimin’s like remember that one time i took one of your buds and put it into my ear and you almost ripped my ear off getting it back

jungkook : don’t @ me

hm

so now it’s the night of the gig

you let tae dress you this time which means a tight/low cut dress and a pair of heeled boots

the boys are in nearing the end of their set and you’ve been standing there for just over an hour just bopping along to the songs

you feel your leg cramping up

and the boys are almost done anyways in fact jimin’s beginning to start his thank you speech

you tell tae you’re going to go outside for a second to walk the cramp off

so now you’re outside humming along to one of the boys’ songs and pacing up and down and you hear the door shut

and you can juSt make out the faint stench of smoke and booze

“what’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here alone?”

you freeze when you feel a grimy hand grip your arm and turn you around

you’re greeted with a slimy looking stranger who looks like he’s had one too many to drink

“how’s about we have a lil fun out here? hm?”

“no thank you i think my friends are looking for me inside” you try to move past him but he moves when you move and he’s blocking the path

suddenly you’re being caged up against the wall

“your friends can wait a little while longer can’t they?”

you push the guy off and you’ve never been so scared before because he’s obviously much stronger than you and he’s forcing himself on you

“get OFF of me!” you give the guy another push before you find yourself slapping the stranger across the face

there’s a moment of silence where he’s clutching his cheek but then you feel your heart drop to your stomach when a slow smirk appears on his face and he tells you he likes it rough anyway

he’s about to pounce on you again before he’s suddenly yanked away violently

you literally freeze in shock when you see jungkook turn the guy around and give him a hard punch across the face

the both of them go stumbling down and all you can hear are grunts and jungkook cursing at him

the rest of the boys come out

they rush over and immediately pull kook off the stranger and his bottom lip is busted and there’s a cut on his cheek and above his brow and his knuckles are raw and bleeding

the other guy is much worse

you’re kind of shaken up but you snap yourself out of it and wrap jungkook’s arm around your shoulder and drag him back inside towards the washroom

he’s kind of dazed because the guy gave him a couple good hits as well

you make him sit up on the bathroom counter while you rummage through your purse for some spare bandaids that you carry around with you

“are you okay?” he’s literally bleeding and all bruised up and he’s asking yOu if you’re okay and you don’t have one single scratch

“i’m fine.. thanks for doing that.. are you okay?”

“i’m good as long as you are”

there’s a moment of silence where you’re dabbing over his cuts and wiping away blood with a wet paper towel

he winces at the slight sting and you apologise quietly

your faces are only inches apart and

wow

you’re so pretty

and you look so cute when you’re concentrating

your eyebrows knit together and your lips purse slightly

jungkook reaches up to grab your wrist and to stop your movements

you’re like !! uh oh did i hurt you again r u oka-

he leans in and presses his lips against yours and makes you drop the wet paper towel so that you can cup his cheek instead

he tastes like a combination of mint gum and a tinge of metal from the blood

he pulls away suddenly and is like oh god sorry i shouldn’t have done that without asking you

you ignore him and grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him back down

your eyes flutter shut and he pulls you closer to him so you’re standing in between his legs

you pull away a couple seconds later and you chastise him a little like hEy you’re not supposed to put pressure on a busted lip you dummy

your heart is racing in your chest and you just feel so hAppy all of a sudden

you two walk out of the washroom hand in hand and seokjin runs over like a frantic mother asking if the two of you are good and how much blood jungkook lost and …. aRE YOU TWO HOLDING HANDS OMG

you didn’t even realise you were holding his hand but you quickly move to let go

jungkook pulls you back in and grips onto your hand tightly

fast forward to next week

the two of you have not brought up the kiss

because you’re both wimps

so here you are at lunch

you try to feed yourself and then you feel a tap on your shoulder and jungkook’s there with his mouth wide open

you feed him your lunch and now half of your lunch is his but you don’t mind :-))

you still don’t know if you’re officially dating at this point

you don’t want to bring up the kiss either because you h8 confrontation

luckily you have (1) kim taehyung in your life

“so are you guys a thing or what because there’s a couple deal at this restaurant and i’m looking for a couple to exploit”

the chunk of chicken drops from your fork and you’re sitting there like :0 and kook’s also sitting there like :0

suddenly everyone’s eyes are on you and kook

and then jungkook’s like wait what of course we’re dating

and you’re like we are???????

kook: what r u talking about did i not make it clear when we made out in a dirty washroom a week ago

tae: it’s a yes or no question people

kook: yes we’re dating. y/n’s my girlfriend. i’m y/n’s boyfriend. where’s this restaurant you’re talking about?

he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in closer

you’re still kind of in shock because you’ve apparently had a boyfriend for a whole week and you didn’t even know

life is funny sometimes isn’t it

the first time you ask kook if you can try playing the drums he’s like …. but this drum set is my baby……….

and ur like and i’m not?

kook: “touché bUt if you break one of them i will probably literally kill u”

you know the beginning of the hannah montana theme song

that’s all you know how to play so jungkook is relaxed because you’re not going crazy on the drums but he’s getting sick of listening to you play the same couple of beats 100 times

anyways getting real for a sec

as cheesy as it is love has opened kook up

the other boys are happy to see this

all of them are pretty grateful for you :-)

one time all of you guys were eating lunch out on the courtyard and jungkook’s in the middle of telling a story but then he slows down and kind of loses his train of thought and he seems to be looking at something

you follow his line of sight and you notice he’s staring at a girl

the boys are like o shit is that………… is that jisoo…………

you’re like ?? ji-who

kook’s still in a trance and yoongi’s like by the way that’S the one who shattered his heart

you look over again and she’s looking right back at him with a smirk and she waves at him but it’s not a normal wave it’s one of those very obviously flirty waves

you immediately crawl over and plop yourself down on jungkook’s lap and kiss him and he snaps out of it almost immediately and is like heLLo

it’s only when you hear the ‘hOooO okay okay she’s gone you guys don’t have to keep making out god y’all r freaks” from jimin that you pull away and look over your shoulder just to double check

you get off of jungkook’s lap and there are like cartoon hearts floating around his head and his cheeks are flushed and his lips are plump and he kind of looks drunk and he’s pretty sure he’s semi-hard so he pulls you back onto his lap to cover it up but you do feel it poking your bum and you promise him you’ll take care of it later

(you’re a much better kisser than his ex)

you came early to hang with kook because he said he was going to rehearse for their next gig

so you’re sitting there typing out your essay but your eyes keep flickering towards kook

he just finished with a set and is looking over at the music sheet

he’s panting slightly from the intensity of the drumming and it reminds you of how he gets when you guys fuck

and

and

you want to fuck him

yep

you find yourself abandoning your work and strolling over and taking the drumsticks out of his hand and suddenly you’re straddling him

jungkook is like hey what r u doing i kind of need those to rehearse but when you lean down to kiss him he forgets all about it

he’s kind of damp with sweat but somehow you find that makes him 100x hotter

you run your fingers through his hair and he lets out this sexy grunt and a quiet ‘goddamn’ and you just feel the heat iMMediately zIP down to your nether regions

his hands are all over you but mainly your ass and meanwhile he’s having a good time nipping at your neck

you giggle because it tickles a little and kook wonders how you can be so sexy yet cute at the same time

he presses his lips against yours again and lets you have your fun aka you running your hands over his chest and giving his biceps a couple squeezes and

jungkook really wants u to ride him right now

“aaAAAAAoH My GOD NOT IN THE rEHEARSAL ROOM”

you turn to look over your shoulder and you see namjoon standing there covering his eyes and the other boys come in and all of them unsurprisingly are like omg GroSs

except for tae because he’s like lol that’s my girl