#i get nervous using the same username everywhere

[hexthanasia]

do we do we like bad edits here at tumblr???? i dont know but here you go

[dollyichi]

I JUST GOT A CRUSH! ᯓ★ katsuki bakugou x f ! reader. 1.02k words / fluff / not proofread

bakugou is bad at social media. not exactly terrible, yet not so great either.

he really doesn’t care too much for it nor does he use it that often but he’s not that unfamiliar with it. he finds himself being on tiktok from time to time though he never really bothered to make it known that he had an account in the first place, just enjoying whatever he comes across and liberally blocks accounts that come up on his fyp that pissed him off. he never posts anything either so it didn’t matter. it’s a typical account with a generated username and a blank profile, 57 following, 0 followers.

recently he found a video that he wanted to share (an edit made by a fan) and posts the link on twitter, alongside saying how ‘it’s real sick’ of them to make that for him. he didn’t even know videos like that were famous. the effort and skill it took made him think it were cool.

what he also didn’t know, was that his profile would be revealed when you press on the link.

he got so confused when his account suddenly gained so many followers in just two days since he ‘never mentioned it.’ that was until he sees the replies on his tweet that the linked he used to share got him exposed.

he checks it out for himself which proved that he did actually share his account without knowing, but it’s ‘whatever.’ even after everyone found out he just used it like normal. it’s only a pain when they kept asking him to post something.

he truly is without care, yet he underestimates the fans who immediately stalk his ‘almost’ empty profile. you see, he doesn’t know that his reposts are public because he doesn’t actually look at his own profile. it’s usually a like, like, repost, favorite, like, then close app routine that he does before he goes to bed.

there's a few funny videos here and there, cooking videos and recipes too, things he'd like to try out soon for himself, or techniques that were really helpful for him. some are also videos of fan edits that he recently discovered, where the same video he shared was at the top of the page.

yet, there was one reoccurring face that kept popping up. a pretty girl who likes to lip sync some songs or show off their trinket hauls. sometimes mini vlogs from their day to day or makeup vids. and the topic trends everywhere: DYNAMIGHT TIKTOK CRUSH

when you saw it you really couldn’t believe it yourself that the one anonymous commenter on your videos was a pro-hero, your favorite nonetheless. though, it makes you a little nervous since your face is plastered all over different social platforms because you’re only active on that app. you don’t know where to go from there except squeal into your pillows. definitely flattered when you recall the many times he called you pretty on your vlogs.

as the rest dive deeper into his little ‘crush’ they even saw him comment on a few of your videos with compliments that sounded extra flirty. they teased him so hard saying how he looks like a creep especially with that profile. he’s never gonna hear the end of it. soon a new topic blows up that reads: GO FOR IT DYNAMIGHT

in his defense, if he were to give anyone an explanation, he thinks you have a really nice smile and a really soothing voice. also that you’re real cute and charming, that’s why he could watch and even rewatch all your content in one sitting. he couldn’t get enough of you, absolutely smitten. even had to ask kirishima how to turn on notifications for an account in the guise of turning it on for his agency's tiktok.

you’re also the only account he’s following that’s not a cooking channel or a pro-hero. and yeah it’s basically all that, a crush. not that he expects you to actually give him a chance, he’s happy just seeing your content.

however, the poor (not really) bakugou is actually unaware of the whole situation of his ‘tiktok crush’ trending since he was finishing a mission. only finding out when he got a call from kirishima asking if he found a girlfriend already. “what the fuck are you on about?”

“your fans are talking about how you keep reposting videos of this one girl on tiktok. i mean, it’s kinda obvious if you’re dating.” and it hits him, quick. your username (the one he could only remember, really) flashes in his head, but he laughs it off. “nah nothin’ like that. think i could shoot my shot though?” he asks him and kirishima says, “haha! i think she already beat you to it.”

not knowing what he meant, he swiftly gets home, showers, and lays on his couch whipping his phone out of his pocket to search up your username. and there he was, staring at his phone, unable to stop the smile on his face when he sees the thumbnail of your new video. he opens it immediately and there you were, holding a dynamight figurine (a very limited one too!) close to your cheek that you’ve never shown before until now. you never thought to show it thinking he might see it and think of you as weirdo. it gave the opposite effect actually, even made him more confident because who would've thought your pretty collection had a 'random guy' in there (definitely not random for you at least).

bakugou immediately likes, reposts and adds it to his favorites. even screen recording the whole thing cause you never gave access to download your videos—it was a very special moment for him okay!

he then comments, ‘you can have the real thing too.’

a few minutes later it’s got your icon with a heart beside it. he chuckles, happy that you finally noticed him. beams when he gets a notification that you followed him back.

he’s definitely going to dm you after he calms down. just hopes this time you don't beat him to it again.

do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my works

note : i love a katsuki with a crush i think it's so cute. but i love it even more that he's still confident about it!!! i like to think that reader probably has like 20k followers or something so pretty big but not as big as the others. the first time he met you he stumbles upon a video of you talking about the ice cream u just got and then he got hooked cause u were so cute when u were picking the flavor. PLEASE DO NOT SHARE THIS ON TIKTOK BTW >< also minors & ageless blogs please do not follow me!

[ferelbasta]

Hopefully back for good

Hey everyone, you might not recognize me but it's actually @bigbluebeast talking here. I wanted to start anew here since I've been so so inactive over on my old main account, plus alot about me has changed so I feel a new account is necessary.

As seen by my username I go by FerelBasta now, I still have the name That Blue Otter here since they're one of my sonas/selves, my otter self ( Beast) and my Daeodon self ( Ferel ), there is a third self but thats more personal. I also now identify as non-binary and asexual and go by they/them and he/him, just these make me feel alot better in my own skin. I've also have been searching within regarding my religious beliefs, but I won't get into too much of that until I decide to talk more on it, basically alot about myself has changed regarding how I was on this website may years ago...

I want to apologize first off to being so inactive... everywhere really. My personal life has not been the best due to certain things going on that really prevented me from sitting down and just getting some art done how I used to do back then, mainly starting in 2016... I've been over this countless times it feels but a rather drastic event happened over on twitter that caused my derailing from creating any artwork, I became very nervous and scared to really post much of anything thanks to what happened and looking back all these years nothing has changed. My depression and the events had caused me to shy away from creating and just watch from afar, I knew I was always bad with starting and then just stopping, but things were taken to a new extreme now. The past four years especially didn't help anything regarding my healing due to finding a job where I was harassed and then... something awful happening between me and a family member near the end of 2020, which did lead to my discovery of me being non-binary but.. I still wish things went better... I ended up finding a different job in the middle of 2019 but ever since the pandemic hit I wasn't able to function at that job anymore.. plus even more harassment from co-workers doesn't help either. Though despite all this.. it soon seemed like something was going to change.

Near the end of February of 2021 I was talking with a good friend of mine over the phone, she and I have known eachother ever since we met on twitter in 2016, and in 2019 we started to talk again after two years of silence from both ends. I remember it was that very evening she admitted she felt in love with me.. and honestly I felt the very same way with her <3 I had started to feel some sort of adoration for her after we started talking on the phone, just hearing her voice and bonding with her made me feel things I never really felt before, sure I had puppy love crushes on some friends before but that was because I'm a rather cuddly and affectionate person to begin with, but this time? hearing she felt the same way just set things in stone.. I had found love. She then came to visit in March of that same year and we've been inseparable ever since, yes we do have our moments but what couple doesn't have them? We've been growing stronger and closer as time went on and I feel thanks to her I felt like life was worth living.. like there are things to look forward to and do.. just having someone like her with me makes me feel so happy and thankful to be alive.

I believe in late 2021 I returned here with a new blog relating to help myself cope with things going on in my life and just with life in general, but due to certain things happening I have again fell off the horse for maintaining said blog. I won't get into too much because it's very personal but I'll just say that I was struggling with where I stood regarding certain things around it. I have since settled and stood my ground on where I am with it all and I'm feeling alot better about it, the same could also be said about my religious beliefs, I grew up christian but I never ever identified with being one due to... well... more personal things but I recently discovered a religion that I felt like I belonged in, Kemeticism. I'll save most of the info for its own post but to just make it brief, I have always loved the culture and history of ancient Egypt ever since I was a very young kid, and I had a awakening of some sorts after coming to terms when a game I play had a Egyptian themed event going on, now it really feels like I found where I truly belong...

We now come to when I'm writing this entry, the start of my new dA account and some tumblr as well! I just last night fixed what was going on with my tablet because it wasn't working properly which prevented me from making any new art, that and I lot access to photoshop CS5 due to my laptop needing to be updated and... the program was outdated for the OS... ofc... BUT! I still have Clip Studio Paint so until I get another art program to do the coloring and touch ups in, thats what I will be working with. I will also be posting my traditional sketches here and tumblr just so I have stuff to offer to everyone, this will be a rough journey of relearning how to not be afraid and just get to making things that make me happy, but it seems like I'm on the right path

Thats all I have to say for now, but until next time, I hope to see everyone again soon,

Thank you for reading <3

[maarriiii]

Simp (Part 4) | Wilbur Soot

A/N: Another short one for you guys.

Summary: What’s this? You and Wilbur first interaction?

Pairing(s): CC!Wilbur Soot x actor!reader, CC!Wilbur Soot x gender neutral!reader

Warning(s): None, just a couple of swearing.

Italics: tweets

my masterlist :)

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@wilbursoot you have a great band :)

When Wilbur saw your tweet, tagging him and complimenting the band, he was drinking his bottle of water and almost choked to death. He made a mess everywhere. His desk, the jumper he wore and even the phone on his hand got splattered by the water he spits out.

"Shit. Are you kidding me?" He mumbled to himself.

For a couple of minutes, his phone sat forgotten on the desk while he tried to find something to use to clean everything. With each minutes, his notifications started flooding again like the time when you first mentioned him and with each 'ding' sounds his phone made, Wilbur feels like his head was about to explode. With his desk done and jumper half wet, he moved to his phone, wiping it with a piece of paper he found lying around.

"Alright, there." He smiled at the sight of dry phone. "Now—"

After he balled the wet paper and threw it on the trash can, he returned to Twitter and the first thing he saw was your username with the blue verified checkmark beside it. You had reply to his tweet, the one where he gloats to Tommy about you listening to him. Neither him or Tommy tagged you in their interactions but with the amount of replies it got—about four thousand—he's not surprised if most of them were tagging you.

"Oh, fuck. What am I gonna say?"

His thumbs hovered the keyboard, trying to come up an adequate response only to fall short. All of it, he seemed to think, was either too lame or trying too hard. He had no problem embarrassing himself in front of thousands of people but embarrassing himself in front of you—even if you were in a another country—with thousands of people looking wasn't something he wanted.

"Just be cool. Just be you, Wil." He tried convincing himself. "Yeah, just be you."

hiii there :))

For a moment, he thought he'd done it. But, then as if someone poor ice cold water over him, Wilbur wakes up from whatever state he was in.

"God, I'm a fucking idiot."

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It was ridiculous to see what someone wrote online and smiled at it because you thought it's cute. But, that's exactly what happened to you. Smiling like someone had brought you an enormous bouquet of your favourite flowers or your favourite item. The simple hi followed by a smiley face stirred that familiar feeling inside you, the one you get when you felt pure joy.

There's a part of you that hoped he was as nervous as you were and perhaps you're reading too much into it but it kind of looks like he was.

While typing out your reply, you felt quite—a lot—embarrassed by it. It was wishful thinking to think that your fans would see this and thought 'oh, they're only being a friendly' but with the bond you have with them, the same Wilbur has with his watchers, you know damn well that they would know that you're trying to flirt. Sometimes you wonder if telling so much about yourself was beneficial at all.

hiii tooo. hope to see your show one day :))

[weaselbeaselpants]

Trying to be careful in how I go about this post, since it's not an accusation or slander of any kind, more of a trip down deviantart memory lane for me. I'm nervous mostly because I've seen some Lackadaisy fans and HazbinHelluva fans starting to butt heads about which animated short is better. C'mon guys, no fights or I'm putting you all on time out.

The first time and the first person who introduced myself to Tracy Butler and the Lackadaisy comic was actually Vivzmind (that's VivziePop's old da username. Will always subconsiously call her that in my head even though 'Pop' sounds better). I vividly remember Viv had filled out one of the then really popular 2010 meme template things called an "Inspiration Map", and in the bottom she had Lackadaisy and linked to Tracy's page and called it "so good". I'm 100 percent sure that much of Lackadaisy, the webcomic, inspired Viv's interest with jazz age memorabillia. I mean it was already there given that Viv loves Princess and the Frog and Chicago, but I really think Lackaidaisy had a hand in creating Husk and Angel as they were seen in 2013- onward.

Yes, I know protoAngel and Arachnis died in the 1940s and Husk died in the 60s I think (also, I think Husk's final design was mostly done by Faustisse??? the hazbin stans feel free to correct that one ), but Husk's extraevegant casino-inspired look and detailed design feels like a Hazbin fusion of Mordecai, Rocky and Zib all at once and if nothing else inspired by Tracy's grand stand alone artwork of the Lackadaisy cast. Viv takes a lot of inspiration from fellow artists and to me it's clear she mused Tracy back in the day. Meanwhile, I'm not convinced half the reason Angel was/still is a mobster is related to her love of Lackadaisy, even if he and his brother are spider things, not cats. I can't unsee it, is all I mean.

If we're talking jazz-age inspo, I think Viv's world is flashy and simple in terms of depth where Lackadaisy's characters and world is a lot more nuance and definitely more researched, than Hazbin. Viv kins Chicago way better than she does Lackadaisy with her use of aesthetics and flare. When I say I personally take issue w Viv's art it's not that I think it looks bad on principle or because "ew sexymans everywhere = bad". I like sexymans and I love Viv's style. What frustrates me and other critics of Viv's art is it's all about what looks pleasing to her at the time and that's it. For the record- that's not inherently a bad thing-

Tim Burton, in case you didn't know, works the exact same way with his personal art and why he puts certain things in his movies. Ever wonder why Oogie Boogie's theme is casinos and Mars Attacks ends in Vegas? It's literally just because Tim spent a lot of time in Vegas and thinks Vegas and casinos are cool. ((Oogie was also kind of Elfman's brainbaby and a loveletter to Fleischer, but regardless)). My issue with Viv liking herself some edgy sex jokes, bowties, skinny guys, sharp edges and loud designs isn't that they're bad on that 'draw what I feel like' principle. It's that, unlike Tim or Tracy Butler, she continues to do it in ways that kind of hurt the character's designs and even personalities. You can absolutely pitch a character as "demon who died a 40s gangster so looks like a mobster spider freak and is just as manic and obnoxious in death as he was in life"- but when you keep only some aspects of his mobster look alive and get rid of others in lieu of the new personality you've basically grafted him into; "complex sleazy pornstar who's at once unapologetic about his perviness but feels trapped and exploited by his own interests and is also named after a drug from the 80s"...it just kinda falls apart.Because almost every other male character in Hazbin and Helluva have bowties, Angel's doesn't exactly stick out or feel like either a gangster or a cheeky pornstar aesthetic. Same goes with Moxxie in Helluva- he's supposed to be a gangster from a gangster demon family, which as a twist is kind of neat but in execution kinda fails because he doesn't exactly read hitman or gangster the rest of the time even though he wears a suit. Between his personality+demeanor, Moxxie's outfit screams more...tap dancer than gangster. It feel confused and kind of overconvuluted is what I'm trying to say.

While not everyone can be Tracy Butler, by contrast you can see through the ages how her characters have come into their own through the decade since Lackadaisy started, which leaves in interesting feel for characters like Mordecai, f.e.

In the comic proper Mordecai is a straight-faced and kind of terrifying hitman who's both good at killing and getting the job done, so he feels very serious even when he's cracking jokes or playing off the goofier characters. In the years since the first volume was finished though, while Mordecai himself has stayed serious in the comic, the readers have gotten the peek into his past ahead of the 'main'-ish cast with the prequel comics about Morty and Victor working together and Mordecai still being an overly serious nerd but also a pissy neat freak. I think the latest parts of the comic featuring Mordecai have done a great job at alluding to what's funny about him while still keeping him relatively serious. It's obvious the fandom love for this character and Tracy's own love for him rubbed off on his portrayal in what exists of vol 3 so far. Tracy's also made changes and add ons to Mordecai's final character that feel consistant with the mostly basic character he was introduced as, more of a fleshing out of his character than a departure of who/what he has always been written to be.

I want so much to like, even love Viv's characters y'see, it's just that they kind of feel like Viv decides them a finished character upon first creating them and not when after she's truly introduced or finished working on them. This is the case with Angel, with Millie, with Stolas, with Lucifer. It's why I don't care for Sir Pent as his design reads too competant for the kind of folly he's ultimately supposed to be. Viv literally made him a permanent part because she just really liked his design, but what's been seen of him in and out of canon kinda shows two different types of characters the writers are desperate to insist are one in the same, or which naturally flow into the other...but they just don't? Yes, even for what is seen now. Some ppl say the way Viv's characters are fleshed out is like if the writers are writing fanfiction of their own property. It feels that way because rather than writing and designing for the sake of the character, the writers are writing for themselves. They're being self indulgent. Their appraising with the cast that doesn't feel earned because the actual depth the cast needs as characters hasn't happened yet (see also: Millie), just alluded to, and the writers being fans of their own work so much means they can't recognize that and keep up the indulgence parade. I "know", because I can recognize myself doing it when I get hyperfixated on my blorbos and so only write about them and my headcanons relating to them. The rest o the cast is important because otherwise your fav side character has nothing/no one to bounce off of. As much as I love Mordecai, the tale of Lackadaisy is not his story alone and the main character is Rocky.

Still tho, none of this should ever imply that Lackadaisy as a property is competition or better or worse than Hazbin and Helluva Boss. All of this is just *Dude voice* my opinion mayn. Even if it wasn't, both shorts and series have their own world and inspirations. Maybe all the business I laid out about Viv's writing is what's actually appealing to you as a fan and not a take away, maybe my Mordecai hypothesis doesn't cut how underwhelmed by the character and the short. IDK. While I think they have inspiration to thank for each other's existence...please don't bother the staff who worked on these or act like their problem is that one of them 'needs to be' the other. That wasn't my point. I don't want Hazbin or Helluva to be Lackadaisy at all. They're their own thing and shouldn't be treated like one in the same because of who created what and who worked on both pilots.

Let's not dip back into the time we were all "Star vs the Forces of Evil is what Steven Universe SHOULD BE, there's no way comparing these two it's a competition could cloud our judgement of either shows!!8D 8D 8D "

[annisthree]

Prologue: Choice

series masterlist // next chapter

Pairing: Cassian Andor x Original Female Character

Word Count: ~5k

Warnings: Explicit language, canon-typical violence, angst

Summary: War leaves you broken and disillusioned, especially if it’s all you have ever known. You learn not to own too many things, not to make any plans, and not to get attached to people. But that deceptive sense of safety always eventually crumbles, and when you can no longer hide behind your walls, you are forced to face everything you have been so carefully repressing.

In the midst of a war, Marla and Cassian find that the Empire might not be the most terrifying thing they have to confront. Both endlessly devoted to the Rebellion, both living on borrowed time - they will have to learn that running away isn’t always the best solution.

A/N: This is the first story I've written in forever. I'm a nervous wreck.

Cross-posted on AO3 (same username)

// Revised on 5th Jan 2023. I made some small changes to one scene; the plot remains the same, I just polished some things up ;)

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'South entrance is all clear. We're ready to advance on your mark.'

'Any signs of trouble?'

'No, looks like the intel was legit. How's security?'

'We've breached the system, cameras are looped. They won't know what hit them.'

'That's what I like to hear. Okay, Team Alpha, you're in. Bravo, stand by. Good hunting, everyone. '

The sound of heavy rain made it nearly impossible to communicate, so they relied on their earpieces. Water was pouring down everywhere, soaking their clothes and getting into their eyes, which made the task more difficult than it should have been. Nevertheless, Marla knew where they were going - they went over the blueprints dozens of times back at the base. They had been camping here for hours, giving her more than enough opportunities to plan their route properly.

They chose to set their temporary camp - more like a couple of crates and a bunch of speeders covered by a canvas - on a hill directly overlooking the weapons factory. The thick forest provided good enough cover, and the high ground would be a tactical advantage for their snipers, should things go south.

They'd been there for three, maybe four hours, and the sun was beginning to set (not that it mattered; the thick clouds hanging over the valley made it barely possible to distinguish the day from night). There hasn't been much Imperial activity, apart from one convoy of heavily armoured trucks that came and went at the exact time they expected it to, further confirming the validity of the information they had gathered in the weeks prior to the mission.

For a place advertised as the Empire's gift to the hard-working citizens of Malastare, it sure as hell looked more like a prison than an actual workplace. At least twenty heavily armoured troopers were patrolling the outside of the facility at all times. Marla wondered if they cared more about keeping people out or keeping them in, forced to work inhumanely long hours and contribute to manufacturing the very weapons that could later be used to execute their friends and families.

They wouldn't be there today, though - a tip from one of the Rebellion's sympathisers helped them schedule the attack during one of the periodical maintenance shifts. Every couple of weeks, the factory workers were to vacate the premises and let a group of droids inspect and repair any faulty machinery. Their informant had also supplied them with a blueprint of the facility and a very high-level overview of the security. Anything more detailed they were able to deduce during the several hours they had spent observing the factory, which also helped them find an access point to the security cameras. This, in turn, had allowed them to hack into the system and put the signal on the loop - instead of turning the cameras off completely, they manipulated the output so that it would show the same one hour of footage on repeat. A bit risky, but it could buy them some time.

Their job was fairly straightforward - they were to sneak up to the southern entrance and get in (with a bit of help from Chor'datta, a Twi'lek engineer who was the closest thing they had to a tech specialist). Then, the three of them would have to make their way around the factory, preferably without raising any alarms, plant charges in several strategic places, and then promptly get the fuck out. Easy enough, especially considering that the factory would be mostly empty, save a small group of repair droids and maybe a couple of guards.

From the corner of her eye, Marla saw Chor'datta and Travner (assigned to the team as backup firepower, in case they did trigger an alarm) getting ready to advance forward. She shot them a quick, confident glance, took one last look at Saw and the rest of their group, and then began to make her way towards the southern entrance.

  *

  She sensed something was off as soon as they entered the facility. Just a gut feeling, but a strong one - one of those that makes you stop in your tracks without a tangible reason.

And she was right; the suspicion was quickly confirmed when they almost bumped into one of the facility workers, who was carrying a large crate towards the main factory hall. Luckily, Marla spotted him before they got noticed and immediately pulled the rest of her team into a nearby supply closet.

'That did not look like a maintenance droid to me,' whispered Chor'datta, her huge eyes widening even more.

'Seems like the intel was crap after all,' Marla murmured, reaching for her comlink.

'Everything all right down there?' Saw's voice cut through the silence. Marla prayed the durasteel doors were soundproof enough to prevent them from being overheard.

'Yeah, no. Not really,' there was no point hiding her frustration. 'This place is full of civilians, Saw, something must have changed, or we were lied to. We'll sneak out the way we came in. Cover the exit.'

She was just about to turn off the comlink when Saw spoke again.

'Wait. Did anyone see you?'

'We almost bumped into one guy, but we managed to hide. I don't get how this is-'

'Good. You are to advance as planned. Make sure to stay undetected and contact me as soon as the charges are ready. Is that understood?'

Marla could barely see her companions' faces in the darkness, but the entire room was humming with tension. For a moment, the only sound in the room was that of little water droplets hitting the floor, creating a small puddle around them. She wasn't sure if her shaking was due to being drenched and cold or if it was anger. Probably a bit of both.

What kind of an order was that? Did he not hear what she'd said?

'Commander, I'm gonna need you to repeat that,' she hissed.

'Don't be stupid, Marla. This isn't duelling pistols at dawn; this is war. There are always some casualties. Your orders are to distribute the charges and get out without being seen. We can talk about morality some other time.'

'You're kidding, right? Saw, there are people-'

'-people who would surely understand this place needs to be destroyed, no matter the cost. If you attempt to warn them, you will get spotted, and then the plan goes to hell,' Saw's voice suspended for a moment. 'You have your orders, Lieutenant. If I don't hear an explosion within the next half an hour, I'm sending in the second team.'

Marla narrowly resisted the urge to punch her fist into the wall and start screaming. Face heating up and jaw clenching painfully, she drew a long breath, directing all of her energy into trying not to say something she would regret. It felt like hours before Saw spoke again.

'Lieutenant? Do I need to send in another team?'

'No, sir. We're on it.'

  *

  As they sneaked further down the corridors, Marla became increasingly aware of two things. First, her breath was twice as fast, far from the steady, confident rhythm from the beginning of the mission. And second: both Chor'datta and Travner were practically on the verge of throwing away their weapons and storming out the nearest exit. They were rookies, both of them having only joined Saw's cell a couple of weeks ago. Marla, on the other hand, had the benefit of prior military training and the experience of fighting with the Partisans for over a year. She knew Saw was no stranger to controversial tactics. He could speak for hours about the cause and how they were the only chance to stop the spread of the Imperial virus. He had incredible natural charisma and could make everyone he spoke to feel like they were the most critical part of the Rebellion. His fiery speeches helped ignite the coldest hearts with hope and determination. She always knew it was a powerful gift - and now, she was beginning to see how treacherous it could also be.

Well, too late for second thoughts. She would have a chance to confront him afterwards, to yell at his stupid face and tell him exactly what she thought of his orders. For now, she clenched her fists, turned around to throw a confident, calming (and absolutely fake) look at her companions, and continued walking down the corridor.

  *

  They managed to plant five out of six charges without any significant issues. Their informant might have been wrong (or lying) about the maintenance shift, but at least the blueprints were accurate.

The last device needed to be planted on one of the load-bearing walls in the primary storage room, right in the heart of the factory. Saw wanted to ensure all the weapons were destroyed, and collapsing the whole structure seemed like a perfect way to achieve that.

That is until they learned that there are people inside.

Marla quickly brushed off the thought. If they backed out now, Saw would just send in another team to finish the job.

'Okay. Do your thing, Chor'datta,' she said, pointing a the wall. The Twi'lek retrieved the explosives from her bag and moved in to mount them in place.

And then they heard a quiet click, followed by a low, raspy voice.

'I wouldn't do that if I were you.'

Within a split second, Marla turned around and pointed her blaster at the source of the unfamiliar voice. She was now facing a young human male dressed in blue coveralls - the same guy they had almost bumped into before. This time, though, instead of carrying a box of tools, he was pointing a gun at her.

'Since we're out here giving out life advice,' she sneered, the smugness in her voice intended to cover up the unease, 'I'd strongly recommend dropping this thing before you hurt yourself.'

The man let out a short huff of laughter, but his expression quickly became unreadable again. He was fully alert, his dark eyes surveying the faces around him.

Something about that probing stare made Marla uneasy. What was he trying to do?

Each second of silence only deepened her reservations. Something was off about him - how would a factory worker even get a blaster? And, perhaps more importantly - why?

Meanwhile, the stranger's gaze shifted from their faces to the unarmed explosives, where it lingered for a moment before returning to Marla.

'I see. Judging by the subtlety of your tactics,' he paused, pointing his chin at the explosives, his eyes still locked on Marla, 'I'm guessing you're one of Saw's people? They warned me you've been sniffing around recently.'

'Wait, I don't-' Travner's dumbfounded question came before Marla could react. She almost rolled her eyes.

'Look, I appreciate the effort, but you're in my way. I had been working on this cover for weeks; I'm not letting you blow it up. Literally,' the stranger motioned his free hand towards the explosives while one of his eyebrows quirked up slightly. 'As to my blaster,' he looked back at Marla with a barely noticeable smirk, 'I'd be more than happy to demonstrate my skill.'

The four of them just stood there for a moment, silence so tangible it was almost suffocating. Marla and the stranger were still staring down the barrels of each other's guns. Chor'datta froze mid-movement with an unarmed explosive in her hand. Travner was standing the farthest away, silently assessing the situation and slowly trying to inch his hand towards his blaster.

'Listen,' Marla snapped, feeling more and more frustrated at the unwelcome interruption. 'It seems to me we have the same goal. Let's just drop the weapons, we'll finish our job, and we can take you with us on our way out.'

'Are you out of your mind?' he growled, losing for a moment the mask of composure and confidence. 'Do you know how many people are in this factory? How many civilians?'

'Eliminating this factory will be a huge blow to the Empire's-' Marla started subconsciously reciting Saw's arguments, only to lose all of her confidence mid-sentence. Yes, he was annoying. But he wasn't exactly wrong.

'Which is exactly what I was sent here to do. My plan, however, involved some actual strategy instead of just mindlessly blowing everything up.'

'Look, we're wasting our time,' Marla tried to match his confidence, fully aware of her companions' faltering courage. 'We all need to get out of here, fast. Stop playing a hero, and let us finish our job.'

In response to her words, the man visibly tightened the grip on his blaster and took a step in their direction.

'You're free to leave once you hand over the charges and the detonator.'

Marla let out an annoyed growl, trying to mask the tension building up in her body, 'Are you really going to...'

'Hey! Stop right there!' a sudden shout made them all shift their attention to the door and the frozen silhouette of a Stormtrooper peering from the corridor.

It only took moments for the Stormtrooper to fall unconsciously to the floor with a loud thump that was surely heard on the other side of the building.

'So you really do know how to use it, huh?' Marla murmured, pointing her chin at the stranger's raised gun.

She saw him tensing up and opening his mouth to say something, but it suddenly drowned in the sounds of sirens. Then, everything happened at once. They heard a loud thump of dozens of armoured boots, louder and louder with each passing second. The sirens were still blaring, hurting her ears, drilling a hole in her skull.

And then they heard voices just outside the open door, and soon enough, the corridor outside became swarmed with white-clad figures.

She knew they were substantially outnumbered, but the narrow entryway acted in their favour - as long as they could keep them from crossing the threshold, the Stormtroopers would be slowed down, cramped in the crowded corridor outside.

Marla and her companions found cover behind stacks of crates scattered around the storage room, ducking in and out in a frenzy, almost matching the tempo dictated by the steady blare of sirens.

The remnants of the rain on her forehead now began to mix with sweat. She heard Travner's frantic groans from across the room and saw Chor'datta curled behind a crate, hugging her rifle with her eyes closed tightly shut, flinching with each gunshot that tore the room. Looking down at her hands, Marla saw her knuckles turning white, fingers clenched tightly around the gun.

They managed to take down about a dozen stormtroopers, but they kept coming in, waves of white armour pouring in from the corridor.

'Everyone down!' she heard Travnor yell, and immediately glued her back to the steel crate she was hiding behind.

What followed was a deafening blast of the explosion, tearing down the room. For a split second, Marla thought someone had activated the charges, and the entire factory was caving in over their heads. It took her a moment to open her eyes again, only to discover the room mostly intact but for a gaping hole where the doors - and the Stormtroopers - used to be.

She knew the painful ringing in her ears would not subside for hours, but admittedly the thermal detonator seemed to have done the job. The sirens were still on, but there was no more running, no more blasters pointed at them - only bodies, a pile of white armour speckled with red.

'Everyone all right? We need to move. There's gonna be more of them any minute.'

Marla threw a quick glance at the stranger - who seemed breathless but otherwise fine - then at Chor'datta, still frozen in place, curled up behind her cover, staring ahead with wide, hollow eyes. Travner was the only one who got hit - his left arm was limp and soaked with blood. Noticing her stare, he gave her a faint smile, 'Nothing a bit of bacta won't heal. Come on.'

She took one more moment to inspect him and finally gave him a short nod.

'Okay, let's go. Chor'datta, hey, get up.'

'She's in shock,' the stranger declared as Marla rushed towards the Twi'lek.

'Come on, get up. We'll be out of here in no time.'

There was no indication that Chor'datta heard her. Marla sighed, reached out and grabbed the Twi'lek by the arm, dragging her to her feet, 'You'll be fine,' she murmured, pulling her towards the exit.

They stopped in front of the mysterious new guy. He didn't say anything, yet the heaviness of his stare and a growing feeling of guilt in Marla's chest made her look away.

She took a deep breath and balled her hands into a fist.

It wasn't her fucking fault. This had to be done.

Then why do you feel so guilty?

'Well, so much for subtlety,' the man's bitter voice sucked her back into reality. 'Go ahead, do your thing,' he sighed, looking at the explosives stacked in the corner.

'What do we do about the civilians?' she asked, her voice much less confident than she intended. Not wanting to waste time, she started making her way across the room and preparing the charges to be planted.

'When did you start caring?'

She threw him an irritated look over her shoulder, not bothering to respond.

'With the emergency protocols in place, the whole facility is on lockdown. The civilians would be all gathered in the main production hall. If we managed to get there, we could let them out and leave through the northern exit.'

'How likely are we to get everyone out before getting caught by more troopers?'

'Do I look like a tactical droid? I don't know. There's a chance we get everyone out safely, and there's also a chance we get blasted before we even reach the production hall.'

'Sounds great. Travner?' Marla sent the man a quick inquiring look. He nodded, grabbing a rifle with his good hand. She briefly glanced at Chor'datta, but the Twi'lek was still not responsive. 'Good,' Marla said, setting the remote activation on charges and standing up. 'Let's go.'

The stranger was already peering out into the corridor to ensure they were free to go.

'You. Got a name?'

The man turned around to her, a trace of amusement in his features.

'Captain Willix. You?'

'Lieutenant Reid. These are privates Travner and Chor'datta.'

The Captain nodded in their general direction and returned to scanning the area. Then, with a quick gesture, he signalled them to follow, and Marla briefly considered arguing with him for assuming command - but she decided against it, knowing full well he had a better understanding of the factory's layout.

  *

  The main factory hall was located at the far end of the building. The heavily armoured doors were locked - luckily, the Captain seemed to know his way around the factory's security ('That's why you gather intel before coming in guns a-blazing'), so they were able to break in without further noise.

The hall was vast and dimly lit. In the centre, there were numerous rows of production belts, each constructing different weapon parts. Throughout the room, they could see several separate workstations; some of them covered with stacks of blueprints, others littered with random tools and odd-looking appliances. There were also some bins filled with discarded materials and parts in the back.

Most workers stayed exactly where they were when the alarm started; some still held their tools, even though the production belts had stopped. They were clearly very different ages, some probably not old enough to order a drink in a bar. Most of them were either human or Dug, but you could spot an occasional Gran or a Rodian.

One thing they did have in common was the terrified looks on their faces. As soon as they entered, Marla felt the weight of roughly two hundred eyes staring at them with apprehension and anticipation. She quickly realised she had no idea what to say or how to get them to move.

'All right, everyone,' the Captain interrupted the unbearable silence. 'This place will soon be blown to pieces. We're gonna get you to safety, but you must follow our lead and stay low.'

Not a single person stood up, the only sign of them understanding the Captain's words being a couple of hesitant looks thrown between some of the workers. Silence blanketed over the hall.

'Why?' they finally heard a low, hesitant voice from the back of the hall. 'Why are you doing this?'

The Captain looked as if he were about to say something, but then just sighed, rubbing his forehead. He then turned to Marla.

She felt her whole face tensing up, suddenly lost for words. Her ears were echoing with Saw's fiery speeches, all of them at once, suddenly so meaningless and empty. Somehow, she doubted these people would care about the Rebellion, the cause, the war. They were doing what they could to survive, to protect their families, even if it meant supporting the Empire.

'We need to go, now,' the Captain finally said, his voice conveying urgency and determination.

Marla didn't know if it was his confidence or the workers finally realising they had no other choice, but one by one, the people started getting up and hesitantly heading their way. The silence turned into the sound of dozens of shuffling feet, low murmurs, and a singular, faint sob. Reluctant as they were, they seemed to understand the gravity of the situation, and soon enough, they were ready.

Marla shot a quick glance at the Captain, who responded with a nod. One last look at all the people gathered around them, and then she started making her way out the huge reinforced doors to scout ahead and ensure a safe passage.

  *

  Marla barely remembered anything from the events that followed. There were the brightly lit corridors, there was a blaster in her hand as she carefully led the way, and there was one security guard that fell to the ground before he could see her. There were the open doors and the sound of dozens of people rushing outside. There was rain, once again tapping on her skin, briefly making her feel as if she had never gone inside, as if the past hour had never happened.

And then, there was a blast of the explosion behind them, the entire structure collapsing with a loud whimper. Most of the workers have already dispersed in the forest, but you could still hear some distant voices, now filled with dread and sorrow.

For a moment, the four Rebels stood in silence. Marla felt nothing. The sudden lack of urgency left a hole she wasn't yet ready to fill, afraid of what her own brain would conjure up as a response to what had just happened. The cold rain was almost calming, clearing her face of ash and sweat, making her vision blurry and filling her ears with a steady rhythm.

As the minutes went by, she saw Travner sitting down on a nearby tree trunk, inspecting his injured arm as if he had just noticed the wound. Soon after, Chor'datta bent over by a nearby rock and began vomiting profusely, her entire body shaking. The Captain stepped to the side, hunched over his comlink, emphatically explaining something to whoever was on the other side.

Marla was still absentmindedly admiring the cloud of dust dancing in the air when they heard footsteps. She immediately reached for her blaster, seeing in the corner of her eye that the Captain was already pointing his own gun at the source of the sound.

'Took you a while. I was just about to send in the second team,' Saw's raspy voice reached them before he appeared from behind a small hill, together with a small group of Partisans.

He took Marla by surprise, even though they were supposed to meet in this exact spot. Gradually recovering from numbness, she inspected his face. He was projecting coolness and confidence. No trace of hesitation, no questioning, no 'good job for saving these civilians'; no 'you were right, that was a good call'. As if they hadn't almost majorly fucked up.

It didn't take much for her to start feeling again, and when that happened, it was as if the floodgates opened. Everything came back to her with a renewed intensity, like a blow to the stomach that made her sick and dizzy with the sudden shift.

'You sick fuck,' she spewed out, lowering her blaster and clenching her fists instead. 'You sadistic, two-faced bastard.'

Her voice came out much shakier than she wanted it to, louder and louder with each word.

Saw's face stiffened, his eyes piercing her intensely, 'I saw you decided to disobey your orders. You're lucky you managed to carry out the mission, but you could have compromised the entire operation. I will not have you go rogue like this again,' he paused, raising one of his eyebrows. His next words were much quieter, calculated, meant to hit where he knew it would hurt most. 'I should have known you were too soft for this.'

That was it. Her mind went completely blank as she charged forward, fists ready for impact. It took several of Saw's men to restrain her.

He laughed sharply, the mockery ringing in her ears.

'You're acting like a child. You're angry, I get it, but stop making a fool out of yourself. You can do better than this.'

Marla attempted to free herself again, fueled by a newfound wave of ferocity. Unsuccessful, she gritted her teeth in anger and frustration.

'You're a good soldier, Marla. You just still have a lot to learn. One day you will understand why we sometimes need to make difficult choices.'

'I have nothing to learn from you,' she hissed.

Saw paused. The contrast between the two figures was almost comical - he was standing silent, proud and confident in his stillness, while Marla struggled to catch a breath, her face red and contorted with anger.

It took a moment before Saw spoke again.

'Very well. I can see I was wrong about you. Goodbye, then. I hope one day you will come to your senses.'

For a moment, he just stared at her, carefully inspecting her face. Finally, visibly disappointed, he shifted his gaze to Chor'datta and Travner, anticipating a declaration - but they weren't even looking at him, their faces painted with resignation and surrender.

After a long moment of silence, Saw nodded slowly and let out a short sigh.

He waited another minute before signalling his men to release Marla. She stumbled and briefly considered resuming the charge, but the urge to get as far away from him as soon as possible was stronger. She resorted to sending him one last hateful look and then stepped back and turned around. Behind her, she could hear the Partisans retreating back into the forest.

Once again, it was just the four of them. Her companions were standing to the side, eyeing her carefully as she steadied her breath, the silence suddenly heavy and uncomfortable. It felt like the world stilled around them.

'I'm done,' murmured Travner finally. 'This is not what I signed up for. I'm going back to Coruscant.'

'I'm done, too,' echoed Chor'datta, her voice still shaky but determined.

Marla nodded silently, staring down at the mud beneath her boots. She was drenched, but the coldness of the rain was somewhat grounding, helping her disconnect from the guilt and the anger. It felt almost calming, watching the raindrops disturb the stillness of the ground, listening to the rhythmic tapping on the rocks.

'What about you?' the Captain's voice reminded her of his presence.

She slowly raised her head as if awoken from a deep slumber. Yeah, what about her? She realised she was on her own for the first time in months, with no one to put a gun in her hand and direct her to the next battlefield.

The only thing she knew for sure was that she was not done.

'I guess I'll find another way to be useful,' Reluctantly, Marla decided to meet the Captain's gaze.

Perhaps it was the exhaustion, both physical and mental, but she suddenly no longer cared about feigning confidence. When she slowly raised her head, everything was painted in her eyes: all the tiredness, resignation and doubt.

Looking up at the Captain for the first time in a while, she noticed his demeanour altered as well. He was still a bit tense and somehow detached, but there was something kinder, something softer in his eyes.

'You're a pretty decent shot, you know?' he noted rather laconically. A small, slightly cocky smile crept onto Marla's face.

'Oh, that was nothing. Wait till you see me pilot an X-wing.'

He returned the smile. Marla noted this was the first time his expression didn't seem carefully calculated.

'I would like to,' he said after a moment, quieter and softer. 'And I'm fairly sure we could find a place for you in the Rebellion. If you want to.'

She gave a short laugh. In response, the Captain cocked one of his eyebrows, no sign of amusement on his face.

'Oh, you're not joking. Listen, I just got out of one cult. I think I'm fine for a while.'

'So what's your plan then?'

Marla furrowed her brows, all the amusement leaving her, 'That's... I'll figure it out.'

'You don't have to figure it out on your own. We don't exactly sign any contracts; you can leave when you please. But if you really want to be useful, this would be a pretty good starting point.'

She thought about that for a second. Standing against the Empire alone, albeit poetic, wasn't exactly practical. The truth was, she could do much more if she was part of something bigger and more organised.

'Do you really think they will have me?'

'We don't really organise castings. It's the Rebellion, not the Red Guard. If you can hold a blaster straight - and I believe I saw you do that - you will do just fine. If not, we sign you up for kitchen duty. We don't really have the luxury of being picky.'

'You're really selling it well. I'm not surprised you're so desperate for people if you're the one in charge of recruiting.'

He let out a short laugh.

'I don't really do this too often,' Was that a trace of embarrassment she heard in his voice? She couldn't really tell for sure.

'Well, then I'm that much more honoured, Captain Willix,' she teased him. 'Okay, fuck it, why not?'

He nodded slowly, a small grin not leaving his face.

'Good choice. By the way,' he paused for a moment as if to consider something, 'it's Captain Andor. Since it seems we'll be working together from now on.'

'Oh. Well, I'm still Lieutenant Reid. Marla,' Captain Andor nodded at her again. 'So, what happens now? I suppose you have a ride off this rock?'

'That depends,' he smirked. 'How do you feel about stealing some TIE fighters?'

**A/N: **Hope you liked it!

This might be long-ish. I'm hoping to post weekly, but I can't promise.

I did my best to scan this for mistakes, but 1) English is not my first language and 2) I don't know anyone who could proofread this, so I can't promise all of it will make sense. Do let me know if you spot something silly.

I am equal parts terrified and excited. Also, I know the summary sucks - that was probably the hardest thing to write, and I'll be really surprised if that encourages anyone to read this. Either way, I had a blast. I forgot how much fun this is.

(Are you as hyped for the show as I am?)

[kenmasgameboy]

【ｒｅａｃｈｉｎｇ】

an oikawa x seijoh president!reader

oikawa toru has so many girls falling at his feet, but it wasn’t always like this. when y/n met him there was no one yet to inflate his ego, when he was pure to himself, the person he is when it isn’t performative. she fell in love. after forcing a rejection from him, where he says he never saw her as a girl, she’s determined to become the absolute perfect girl for every one except him.

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age 18:

𝕚. different now

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Your hands felt like they were surely going to fall off at any moment. You never really did get used to being in front of big crowds like this. Even last year when you had to give your first speech as a presidential candidate to the school you wanted to burst into flames. Your hands always did this thing when you were nervous, ever since you were little they’d become so gross and clammy. You hated that about yourself. What a weak give away.

The principal was just beginning the ceremony, and you waited outside in the hallway until it was closer to your turn to speak, pacing back and forth you stared out the window. The mid day yellow light peaking through the large trees in front of Seijoh’s campus. You really loved these trees, they would always shake and rustle in new ways everyday, reminding you of ways that you could stand your ground but continue to change in your own way. Some seasons shedding yourself completely bare and growing a new color, or a new branch, breaking them off as you went.

Today, even the trees that normally would be there to offer you a quiet calmness didn’t help you today. Your body still succumbing to its stage fright. This was your first appearance as Aoba Johsai School President to your student body that you represented, you needed a perfect impression. You needed to be perfect. The more you thought about it the jitters in your hands only increased, you tried to loosen the tightness, shaking them from your wrist downwards in hopes they would just fall off. You always did this before volleyball games and it never failed you. You only stopped your nasty habit when you heard rapid footsteps coming in your direction.

“Hey, there you are. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Sora’s voice carried down the hallway. Your vice president had been looking for you. His chest heaved in breaths to try to regulate his body after running around.

“Sorry. I’ll be inside in a second, I just—” You said, pulling your hands behind your back to hide them. But it was too late.

“Are you nervous? Why? Everyone already loves you it’s not like they’ll change their minds now.” Sora said it lightheartedly, but there was a pressure that sat on your shoulders when he said it. An extra weight of expectation.

“Don’t say that.” You shrugged off the compliment, thinking about one face in particular. You groaned at the way he still had an effect on you. You thought of Toru’s eyes, “Not everyone.”

“Maybe not. You’re right, I can’t speak for everyone.” Sora smiled softly, “But as your Vice, I can speak for you. And I know you’ll be perfectly fine up there. I have full confidence. If you start stuttering, just take a second and keep going. We practiced this morning, right?”

“Right.” You nodded, your throat suddenly becoming overwhelmingly dry. “I know, I just have a lot on my plate today, there’s too much I’m not looking forward to.”

“Then let’s check one thing off, right? Let’s go out there.” Sora said, he grabbed your hand in his tugging you along. You weren’t ready, he wasn’t listening to you yet. But maybe he was right, you did need to be out there sooner than later. Still, you needed a few moments to collect yourself, to dampen your hands, something.

“Then let’s check one thing off, right? Let’s go out there.” Sora said, he grabbed your hand in his tugging you along. You weren’t ready, he wasn’t listening to you yet. But maybe he was right, you did need to be out there sooner than later. Still, you needed a few moments to collect yourself, to dampen your hands, something.

You couldn’t say anything, You became paralyzed in place as you looked at the back of Sora’s head. Your legs felt numb as they carried you in stride behind him down the hallway. His hand holding yours, it reminded you of someone again. Seeing him again this morning in class must’ve resurged these memories you pushed away as nothing. This was different, this wasn’t him. The back of Sora’s head was shiny and straight. His blond hair didn’t bounce, and he didn’t look back to smile at you. There was a sinking feeling in your stomach, it didn’t feel like nerves or anything like that. It felt like a settlement.

Your eyes ended up drifting off to the right, only slightly enough to catch the eyes that were more familiar than you remembered. His hair looking darker than when you were young, but it shined all the same. He still shined, even when he wasn’t smiling at you. Your eyes followed each other. The moment slowing down to make your first dose of eye contact in 2 years a dangerous and addictive cocktail.

Your hands were still sweaty, still nervous and shaking. It broke away from the confines of Sora’s palm. You need to grip them tighter when she’s nervous. The boy who stood innocently by the restroom found himself offering silent advice in his head. Toru couldn’t take his eyes away from the light that poured between the gap of You and Sora’s palms. It’s like he saw an opening, illuminating his opportunity and his body.

For the first time in ages, he felt the nostalgic need to grab those familiar sweaty palms. For a second he thought you’d stay with him, stay back and ask what he was doing in the hallway by the boys bathroom and not by your side? Why did he waste so much time? Did he think you were more beautiful today than every day he’s seen you before? He needed you to ask him those questions. 

His daydream was over in a second, once your face contorted from the hopeful surprise of someone who used to calm you into a disappointed grimace of remembering the hurt he had caused you that erased everything from before. You kept jogging behind Sora, no words were exchanged. You didn’t need to say anything to Toru, he heard you loud and clear.

“I hope you regret it. I hope you regret everything. I’ll never trust you like that again, not really.”

To him, this was a challenge worthy of taking. The time to change it all was now.

***

       【ｆｕｎ　ｆａｃｔｓ】

➺ Michi was late to the student arrival because she was slipping a love letter in Oikawa’s shoe locker. He didn’t even see it that day.

➺ Ito has really never spoken to y/n except she held the door open for him one day, he took that as she’s in love with him and too scared to tell him.

➺ Ito approached Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Iwaizumi, and Oikawa when all four were together. It was actually Oikawa who told Ito he had no chance in hell with y/n. the exact words he used was “she’s not just going to fall in love with someone who’s never cared enough to get to know her first before saying something like that. theres no way in hell you’d have a chance with a girl like her.”

➺ the other three just kind of stood there agreeing but also like “.__, tough talk coming from you, Oikawa”

➺ y/n has been starting libero since her first year, despite debating dropping volleyball in high school she decided this would look great to universities that she was involved with more than just student council. she still was invited to girls Japan youth camp for her achievements as an athlete. regardless, she still knew her real reasons were that it was the last piece of something he gave her.

➺ unlike oikawa, y/n hasn’t even thought about dating anyone in high school. she’s been single her whole life despite getting a fair amount of confessions in her time.

➺ y/n also follows oikawa on a fake account.

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a/n: wOW what a doOZY of a long first chapter, they all won’t be this long but i felt like i had a lot to set up. Let me know what you guys thought!!! i hope this guys got you a bit more hyped for this story! more to come!

[cloveroctobers]

SEBASTIAN “SEB” KATSAROS —

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28 years of age

Born & raised in Liverpool, England...don’t ask if he’s met the Beatles he will completely ignore you if you do

Music shop owner in the heart of town

It’s called, “Kicking Kettles”

loves collecting vinyls, cassette tapes, & cds sorry, what did you expect?

His mother is a children’s illustrator

She’s Ashkenazi Jewish

His father is a graphic designer

And is from Nafplio, Greece

They’ve been separated for about a year now, with seb’s father living in France

His mother was skeptical on dating around while she was in a place of uncertainty in her marriage but with a deep discussion with her husband, then her children, she slowly went forward just to see what was out there & found that she wasn’t sure if she’d be open permanently with other beings

Seb was similar to his mother in many ways...

Has a older sister by 2 years named, Xenia...she’s very bossy, a busy-body, & is very vocal. The opposite of seb

she used to beat up guys just for them to turn around and ask her out on dates, a few of them tried to bully seb but Xenia was not having that ofc

very close to his family, even if things are a little off between mum & dad

I feel like he went through a buzzed hair phase & when he finally made the choice to start growing out his hair, going on 4-5 years now, everyone seemed to approve

Even if they didn’t? It be no matter, sure he’d feel a little awkward if someone he cared about didn’t like it but he was sure they would get over it OR get used to it

The hair only comes out when he’s showering or going to bed

His best friend who’s a barber (and a bit of a douche) tells him he’s got to let his hair breathe more often or he’ll have breakage, seb doesn’t think it’s that serious? He’s not sure how much longer he’ll keep the bun now anyways...

This same friend encouraged him to get a “Pompadour” haircut & seb’s never been so offended before in his life, “I wouldn’t want to look like the rest of you knob-heads.”

Anyways, he takes care of his hair the best way he knows how and it seems to work for him...some slightly expensive haircare products here and there & a trimmer & he’s good to go

When he first started growing his hair out, he felt like he needed to go to the salon to know how to manage it. After awhile he learned how to do it on his own + you save $ that way

uses his hands to talk or holds one hand in the other when having a conversation since he doesn’t know what to do with his hands exactly

He’s a chapstick kinda guy who always loses his before he can finish it (been there)

Absolutely loves Japanese food and eats it almost everyday

Japanese Mayo is the superior condiment, bill can stfu!!

probably watches anime

owns a bunch of vans, beanies, and hoodies

smokes hookah every now & then but isn’t too crazy about it

canon: catlover! I feel like he would have a Sphynx, Abyssinian, Ocicat, or oriental shorthair + was over the moon when his baby had babies !!!

He wanted to keep all 5 of the kittens but knew he probably couldn’t, at least not forever but he was going to wait until they were all at least a few months before he decided to put them up for adoption...which sucks but would ultimately be the best choice, maybe???

tried eyeliner again outside of the villa & finds pencil or pomade is better than the standard liquid liner

likes black nail polish but is slightly embarrassed to be seen out with it, it’s the same thing with the eyeliner...he’s not that confident

the guy is a huge blusher & he despises the fact that his face betrays him 80% of the time

often gets nosebleeds

loves red wine especially if it’s on a rainy day and he’s home to fully enjoy it, he feels like he’s on his grown man shit when he does so

I feel like he’d be a fan of the umbrella academy & thinks it’s way better than stranger things...him & nick have argued over this on doom n gloom!

Five is his favorite

Everything he owns is in either black, red, gray/grey, or green

His main phobia is emetophobia (fear of v*mit) & he won’t share why, that’s just what it is

Introvert!

Canon: he’s not a Aquarius

So wtf r ya? Nick & I would like to know plz

Virgo sun? + Taurus moon? + Pisces rising?

I feel like he’s one of those people that feels the need to bring a backpack with him everywhere and you can imagine it to be black ofc

“Who tf are you Linus? But with a backpack?” His sister often jokes (I do this with my sibs, both of them love carrying backpacks. Me on the other hand? I don’t have time for the shit)

He drives a shitty car from the 90s that’s Engine sounds as if it’s about to blow

but 100% perfers to drive his moped, Atticus around

played football (soccer) growing up to help get rid of his asthma

Cannot sleep with the tv on or any form of light around him, it has to be completely dark & quiet!

He’ll only do so if it’s with Genevieve since you know they’re trying this whole long distance thing out

Are one of those couples that will fall asleep on the phone/cpu together

Genevieve might be the, “no you hang up first” & seb will actually hang up the phone and get into bed lmao

Just for vieve to call back like?!! “I can’t believe you’ve done this!

“Well you said—

“Never mind what I said, sebz!!! It’s extremely rude...”

his last relationship before Genevieve lasted 6-8 months (there was a time when he felt like he was unsure if he was still in a couple with that person, isn’t that a shame?)

his love language is acts of service, he’ll do things for you to ease your worries out of love and not obligation so that you feel valued as his partner & I believe he wants this in return as well

I think he’s a bit of a worry wart too when it comes to certain things even if his exterior might show him trying to hide it

He was super nervous to get his first tattoo on his chest, “if words fail, music speaks” but he found that the slight pain was worth it? And quite nice! then he kept going back monthly and soon enough his arms were completely covered

mum hated it, her baby boy was becoming a man! (It’s not like he’s almost 30 but you know how moms are)

Deff has a collection of silver rings, he’s tried out necklaces but he thinks he looks better with his rings

The slit in his brow came from trying to squeeze thru the broken patio glass door with his sis as if it were some booby trap (not exactly, but a safety hazard forsure!) & a piece of glass fell from above slicing his brow and left him with 4 stitches

Secretly into watching those dating shows before and after experiencing it himself

people he enjoyed seeing on the Telly from previous seasons: jen, jake, talia, erikah, lottie, Noah, Carl, Kassam, Priya, & Hannah

AJ is his best girl friend (besides vieve) they FaceTime quite a bit & chat shit to each other on the daily

Feels like she fits in well with his friend group, which just contains his barber friend — they put up with his banter & give it right back to him but he can also be vulnerable & comfortable with those around him so that’s always a plus

It’s the same with nick, except they share a hobby together, their podcast & that’s what seb wants to keep it as, a hobby, for fun & giggles yet nick is thinking about getting paid for what they do. He thinks it’s a great idea whereas seb doesn’t want this to turn into a career/chore

He’s perfectly happy at kicking kettles

He feels strongly about his stance while nick is on both sides

They’ll figure it out, soon.

How are things outside of the villa & since the boat party? They all have a group chat that they randomly speak up in, in the beginning they would do morning and goodnight texts but that became tedious so they settled for either or. Or simply just checking in to see how each other’s days went with seb secretly being the most curious to everyone’s days

Things are awkward between him and Yasmin, he kinda avoids talking to her tbh & not because he doesn’t want to...its just yeah it’s not the same with him and aj where they can easily move forward, it feels like pulling teeth with Yasmin since they’re some what similar & it seems like she’s waiting on him to take the lead on fixing some imagined issue they have with each other? It’s weird idk

Lives in a cramped studio apartment, it works for him so he doesn’t need any inputs thank you

celeb crushes? Demi lovato, Hwasa, Amanda Seyfried, & Birgundi Angel Baker

as for music? Sleeping with sirens, pierce the veil, teagan & Sara, the pierces, panic!at the disco, all time low, twenty one pilots, x-ambassadors, awolnation, jon bellion— listen when atl dropped? Seb felt like he was reborn okay?! , Japanese breakfast, & great grandpa

Anthem = The Postal Service, “Such great heights”

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #403

“ashes to ashes, watch me disappear”

If given the opportunity, would you like to star in a musical? Definitely not. I don't like musicals. Name one person you’d take a bullet for: There's honestly a lot, but Mom immediately came to mind. Any posters of a band on your bedroom wall? Yeah: Metallica and Marilyn Manson currently. I want lots more, especially an Ozzy one. Do you think you’ve already met your soulmate? I don't believe in soulmates. Do you share your bedroom with anyone? No, unless you include my cat and snake. Is your favorite color yellow? No, it's actually one of my least favorites. Were you born in a hospital? I was. Do you know the name of the person that delivered you? No, but Mom does. I think he delivered me and my two sisters, and I know Mom has seen him since for other reasons. Was your birth recorded? God no. Good call, Mom. Did you eat a peach this week? Would you believe me if I told you I had a small bit of peach pie for my sister's birthday? For some reason, I just really wanted to try some. It was okay, but the aftertaste sucked. Are you leaving the house tomorrow? Yes, for TMS therapy. Every weekday. Do you enjoy romantic movies, even when they’re cliche? I honestly do. If you could get free vocal lessons would you take them? Probably not. I don't like singing in front of anyone, and it's not like I wanna get anywhere with my singing, so. Is your mother diabetic? She is. Are you? No. Ever sang someone to sleep? No. Who do you stalk the most through Facebook? Nobody. Have you ever deleted your Facebook, then brought it back? No. What is your main responsibility each day? Be sure to take my medications. Do you feel like you fulfill those responsibilities? Yeah. There are rare mornings where I forget, but I almost always remember. I don't fw skipping out on meds that keep my mental health stable. When was the last time you used spray paint? Good question. Do you know the middle name of the last person you kissed? Yep. Who is the friendliest person you know? My mom, probably. Something that annoys you about summer: THE HEAT. THE HUMIDITY. UGH. Something that annoys you about winter: Hm. That's hard to say, given I love winter. I guess the fact it doesn't snow enough here. Are the doors of your fridge side by side or on top of one another? Side-by-side. If you’ve moved out of the house you were born in, do you know the people who live in that house now? Nope. Have you ever cried in a movie theater? Not sobbed or anything, but I've definitely teared up and gotten the sniffles because of multiple movies. Do you read comic books? No. Do you force your way into conversations in which you are not involved? No. Have you ever seriously pretended to be clinically insane? I didn't need to pretend; I'm pretty damn sure I was for a while. Might I add that it's EXTREMELY inconsiderate to pretend you're insane, btw. Insanity is not "cool." It's not "funny." It's not "edgy." It's a serious, confusing, heart-wrenching issue that can ruin lives. Do you know anyone with a stutter? Yes, myself included when I'm even mildly nervous. And sometimes just randomly. With a lisp? I don't believe so. What was the last board game you played? The Disney version of "Pretty Pretty Princess" w/ my niece and even my nephew, even though his sexist-ass dad didn't want him to. Like let your kid have some fun with his sister and aunt, goddamn. They had a blast. It was Aubree's birthday present from me, so I am SO glad she loved it. Did you win? Ha ha, no, I always let Aubree or Ryder win. I came super close once, but I let the kids bend the rules a bit. They don't like losing, and even though they definitely need to understand that just happens and is totally fine for it to, I wasn't about to be the one to make them sad about it. When was the last time you tried to speak with an accent? OH MY LAAAAAWWWWWWD. Also at Aubree's b-day party, at one point, I spoke in a snobbish British accent while I was winning at the aforementioned game. Ryder asked, "Why are you speaking Spanish?", and I fuckin DIED. Have you ever made up a word before? Yeah, I know at least a few instances for fantasy animals in writing. When was the last time you went to a museum? A couple summers ago when my brother and his son visited, we went to a science museum. My nephew was sooooo into it. Do you have a nice yard? If so, do you spend a lot of time outside in it? If not, where do you go when you want to relax outdoors on nice days? Our front and back yards are both small and honestly very boring. The grass is a pretty green, but that's the only nice thing about it. I don't go to sit outside here on any day. Do your parents enjoy any of the things that you enjoy? Do you bond over these things? My parents and I have very similar music tastes, so there's that. I also didn't know for the longest time that Mom likes to write, which I sure as hell do, too! She doesn't really write anymore though, and she's self-conscious of it anyway, like I am. She and I also love a lot of the same shows. What is the movie that you have waited the longest for/which film do you remember anticipating the most/are still anticipating? I think The Incredibles 2. I aaaalways wanted to know what happened after the end of the first film. Do you have any ideas for a story or movie you’re planning to write or you’d write if you had the time/had the talent? Please share a synopsis! I genuinely think some RP I've written is series-worthy, but I don't feel like re-writing the YEARS of RP into a book format, and I sincerely worry that the ridiculously dark parts could inspire people like serial killers and cause A LOT of controversy, crime-blaming, and just general hate. I don't want to be involved in that. What is something that an interested guy/girl could comment about you, that would make you instantly open to them (e.g., “That book you’re reading is from my favorite author”)? Compliment my Markiplier tattoo, obviously knowing it's a tribute to him, and we're essentially besties. Is there a person in your life (maybe barely) that you feel in constant competition with (even just in your imagination)? Maybe you feel they are consistently outshining you? Ugh... there's a local photographer that's much more successful than I am that I admittedly am very envious of. I swear to whatever god you may believe in that I mean it from a modest perspective, I really, really do, but I genuinely think my skills surpasses hers, and she's only more prevalent because photography REALLY is about who you know. She's talented, yes, but like... come on. If you are single, even if you are normally happily single, are there certain specific things you witness that make you wish you were in a relationship (e.g., people getting engaged)? I mean yeah. I miss cuddling, holding hands, kissing, just being cute together, and especially people getting engaged or having kids. It's such a trigger to me. Once upon a time, that's all I wanted with Jason. I wanted to be that beautiful couple that got married and had two or three loved-beyond-words children, but then he left so abruptly, and I feel like it was so brutally robbed from me. I don't want kids anymore like at all, but the point still stands that I felt like my dreams were just ripped away. Out of all your usernames for websites, which one is your favorite? Do you use it for more than one site? I use "Ozzkat" just about everywhere. Have you ever spent the whole day (or multiple days) just looking up one thing on the internet (e.g., videos of your favorite band, how-to videos, quizzes, etc.)? OHHHHHHHHHH YEAH. There have been a couple days or so where I was totally glued to looking up various tattoo designs, bingeing let's plays or conspiracy theory videos, etc. etc. If you ever think about getting married, what are some aspects of the wedding that you would like to see in a non-traditional manner (e.g., a different color dress or “partners” over “husband” and “wife”)? I WILL NOT get married in a church, first of all. I'm also not having the traditional vows, and I probably won't wear a white dress, but instead black. Salt & vinegar, barbecue, sour cream & onion, or cheddar? Ohhhh, I like all those options but barbecue. I think I've gotta go with sour cream & onion, though. Bow ties on guys, dorky or adorable? A D O R A B L E ! ! ! I think they're ordinarily geeky, but I mean, geeky is cute in my world. :^) Do you believe in demonic possession? How about ghosts? Angels? Angels, no. Spirits/ghosts, 100%. I don't exactly believe in demons, per se, but I do question if evil spirits can possess someone. What is one romantic movie that you enjoy enough to watch more than once? I've seen The Notebook numerous times. Name three countries you want to visit; why those three? South Africa to interact with meerkats at the KMP, somewhere up in Canada to see the Northern Lights, and Germany just because, really. I took German for four semesters, and the culture and all just interests me. Do you have a good luck charm? No, considering I don't believe they do jack. Do you use Skype to talk to your friends? Only Sara. Now that I have Discord semi-figured out now though, we'll probably use that for voice chatting. Are you allergic to any animals? I might be allergic to dogs. Do you usually spend your weekends out, or at home? I'm like... always at home. Do you think it’s wrong for people to say "retard/retarded" as an insult? Absofuckinglutely. Don't pull that shit when I'm around. Have you ever had to go to the police department? No. Have you ever lived through a hurricane? Plenty. Have you ever had a home-grown tomato? Yes, from my old friend's garden. We'd have delicious tomato, mayo, and bacon sandwiches. The only instance where I've enjoyed tomatoes. Have you ever held a real gun? The former friend I mentioned just before, her husband always carried a gun, and he just needed me to hold it for a sec for some reason I don't recall. I hated the feeling. Would you rather wear Converse or Vans? I like both, but I think I prefer Converse. Have you ever been called bipolar? Yes, because I clinically am. Have you ever made fun of a handicapped person? FUCK no. And like the "retarded" thing, don't you fucking DARE to do this in front of me. I WILL deck the shit out of you. Do you think it’s okay to have sex before marriage? Sure, as long as you're being safe and are very thorough in communication. Do you like to watch old sitcoms? I don't really watch TV as I say in like every survey it seems, but I do enjoy some old sitcoms I grew up watching with my mom, like The Nanny, The Golden Girls, The Munsters, etc. If asked, could you run a mile nonstop right now? Being completely serious, I don't even know if I CAN physically run right now. My legs are so incredibly weak, and I'm humiliatingly close to what my heaviest weight was back in 2016, so I can almost guarantee my knees would crumple if I tried. Do you wear those rubber wristbands? I used to. I don't really like bracelets nowadays. If a necklace/ring gives you green marks, do you still wear it? Nope. Have you ever driven an electric car? No. When was the last time you saw someone you went to high school with? Uhhhh idk. What breed was the last dog you saw? A fucking GOLIATH of a lab. I shit you not when I say my sister's roommate's dog Hudson is the size of a goddamn bear. How long have your parents been together (or how long were they together, if they no longer are): I wanna say they were together at the very least 20 years. What has been your most epic cooking failure? I once accidentally put something (I don't remember what) in the microwave for around 45 minutes I believe, and I walked away and completely forgot about it. I remembered a long while later, and safe to say, it wasn't edible, whatever it was, lmao. Have you ever been to Mexico? No. Have you ever had a parrot sit on your shoulder? No, but that'd be cool. Has anyone in your life ever treated you abusively? No. How long has it been since your last breakup? Somewhere around two years ago? My memory is so garbage nowadays. Can you concentrate well while listening to music, or do you find it distracting? It's distracting, usually. What’s something you’ve been struggling with lately? I've been pretty bad about drinking too much soda lately. :/

[lalahbug]

Hidden Emotions - Levi x Reader

Fandom: Attack on Titan Word Count: 2,888

My Masterlist

Warnings/disclaim: general I wrote this before I knew about the lifespan of a Titan shifter, so that doesn’t exist in this certain fanfic, okay? Okay.

Author’s Note: continued under story Originally posted on DeviantArt, same username, on 03/05/2017. Revamped/edited in 2020.

___ is a blank for your name/oc/whatever you prefer Written in 3rd person

Line/header is to separate paragraphs to indicate time skips, as Tumblr hates my formatting. I do not own it, found it as a free vector to use though.

Story under cut

          “State your name and business.” Levi droned as someone knocked at his door.

          “___, Erwin told me you wanted to see me.”

          “Enter.”

          ___ pushed the door open and closed it lightly, she walked up to his desk and stood, until Levi glanced up at her and gestured to her to sit.

          “Erwin said you had something you needed to tell me.”

          “Yes.” Levi kept writing for a moment until he was done with his sentence. Oh, how he loved her patience. He put down his pen then leaned back crossing his arms across his chest. “You’ve been in the Scout Regiment, for about 4 years, correct?” She nodded. “You haven’t died but you haven’t really done anything notable,” she nodded in agreement.

          ’She talks less than I do. She always does her job, keeps to herself.’ Levi thought to himself.

          “Erwin and I believe you have more potential. We need you to be better. Starting Monday, you’ll be a Squad Leader. Our new recruits will be under you until they die or are put into another squad.”

          “Thank you very much for this opportunity,” Levi was about to say, you’re welcome. “But, I would like to decline if I can. I do not believe I would be a good leader. I’m a pawn, maybe a rook. I’m no knight such as yourself and Hange. I do not believe I could be better. I apologize.”

          Levi just stared at her. He was not expecting this at all. Her eyes were as deadpanned as his. He never knew she had self-doubt like this, is this why she never did anything notable? Because she figured she can’t do more?

          “You are a Squad Leader as of Monday. It has already been decided. If you have issues, you may ask any Squad Leader or Erwin. You will meet your squad Monday morning in the mess hall.”

          “Yes, sir.” He saw a glint in her eyes, it was either worry or fear, it was too fast for him to tell.

          “Then you’re dismissed,“ she nodded and stood up, pushed in her chair.

          “Levi!” Hange busted into his room. “Oh, ___!” Hange hugged her, causing her to stiffen.

          “Afternoon, Hange. Please let go.”

          “I’m your best friend, who you tell everything to and I can’t even hug you!” Hange whined.

          “We can talk later, I would like to go to my room.”

          “Did Shorty say something weird? Like he loves you?”

          “Oi!”

          “Hange, even if Captain did. Nothing would happen, you know that.” ___ pulled herself out of Hange’s arm. “I’m a Squad Leader as of Monday. So I would like to get some materials. I will see you later.”

          “Oh! That’s awesome! Let me know if you need anything!”

          Levi’s eyes widened a bit. ___ actually smiled full-heartedly at Hange.

          “Of course, Hange. I always go to you,” with that, she left. As much as Levi hates Hange, he liked having her around when he was with ___. Hange brought a side to her that Levi never saw.

          “What the fuck was that about me loving her?” Levi spat at Hange.

          “Well, you do. You need to start dropping hints. She’s so clueless. You’ve loved her for like three years, you always stare at her! Come on, Shorty!”

          “Shut up, Shitty Glasses! God, I regret you ever figuring that out,” Levi pinched the bridge of his nose. “What did she mean, nothing would happen, even if I told her?”

          “Oh that. Well, she doesn’t want a relationship. She doesn’t see a point since she’s in the Regiment. Knowing that she’ll die and leave her lover behind.” Hange paused and looked down. “The thought of it, makes her almost cry. It’s the first time I ever saw her eyes water.”

          “I doubt she’ll die anytime soon. She’s the only one who ever survives when her squad dies. She’s outlived many of her Squad Leaders.”

          “It’s a bit strange if you think about it. How does she always survive? It’s like she’s a titan like Eren.” Hange chuckled a bit, before realizing that wasn’t actually too bad of an explanation.

          “If she is, why would she be here for so long? You’ve known her since you were both young adults.”

          “Huh.” Hange tapped her chin. “I want to ask her now. I wonder if she’ll lie or not. Her eyes do a weird shake like thing when she lies or is nervous.”

          “Let me know how that goes, now get out,” Levi grumbled while getting back to his paperwork. Hange left his office, closing the door. “How would I drop hints when she’s so impervious with her emotions?” he mumbled to himself.

          Levi was walking towards ___’s room. Not that he would ever admit it to anyone, but he had been going to her room every night. To check on her, make sure she was okay. Sometimes he would sit in her room if she was tossing and turning.

          Cracking her door open to see if she was in bed, for once in the past 5 weeks, she wasn’t. Also, a first, her room was a mess, papers and books were everywhere. Confused, Levi walked into her room, picking up one of the books, it was about leadership.

          “She is actually freaking out. That’s cute,” Levi placed the book back where it was, ignoring the mess, he went to go find her. It’s not his mess to clean, he’d make her clean it instead.

          She was pacing outside with a book in her hand, she flipping through the pages. She made a small groan before leaning back on a tree and sliding down it to sit. Staring up at the canopy, stars peeping through the leaves.

          “Why aren’t you in bed?” ___ snapped her gaze over to Levi.

          “Evening, Heichou.” Levi paused as he noticed a slight blush on her cheeks before she looked back up. “The sky is beautiful tonight, it’s been awhile since I’ve been outside this late,“ she mainly whispered to herself.

          “You haven’t answered my question.” Levi stood in front of her, she looked from the sky to him.

          “I know, as I am now. I can’t be a Squad Leader. I don’t have the confidence, the only time I can be aggressive is when I notice someone about to die. I do everything I can. I even lost my foot that one time. I can’t do this on my own. Hange is going to help me more tomorrow, but I figured I could do my own studying and research in the meantime. I got upset at myself, so I came outside to read.”

          Levi stared at her, as she rambled, this is the most he had ever heard her talk in one go. Maybe this is the side that Hange always got to see. The one Hange said he’d love. Her sweet and worrying, a bit scared but wanting to fight side.

          “Why?” she looked at Levi.

          “What?”

          “What do you guys see in me? Just because I can stay alive, doesn’t mean I am worth anything.”

          “___.” Levi squatted down in front of her. “Being able to stay alive out there, is a rare thing. You’ve got something that makes it so you fight harder. Erwin wants you to pass that one to others. So we can keep more people.”

          “What if I can’t?”

          “Then we’ll keep losing people. You can make great split decisions, many which have saved us before. You’ll be a fine leader.”

          “Do you really think so, Levi?” ___ sat up more, looking into his eyes, trying to read him. 

          Levi was so happy to hear his name roll off her tongue, for the first time. His heart twinged at her cute, sad, worried (e/c) eyes.

          “Yes,” he gave her a small smirk, which caused her to blush, lean back and look back up. Levi noticed this. Oh, how he wanted to kiss her.

          “Thank you,” she whispered.

          As Levi leaned towards her, before something clicked in his mind. “Early, you said you lost a foot. Which one?”

          She looked back at him, her eyes shook slightly. “My right, I meant almost lost. Sorry about the confusion.” Her normal tone was back, she was closing back up. Levi studied her for a moment, she was lying.

          “You suck at lying.”

          “If I lost a foot, it wouldn’t be in my boot, right now.”

          Levi put a hand on her arm, in case she tried to escape. “Unless you’re a titan, like Eren.”

          She glared at him for a moment. “You’re being stupid,“ she smacked his hand and stood up. “I’m going to bed.” Levi pushed her up against the tree, pinning her by her wrist. “Get off me.”

          “Stop lying to me.”

          “What difference does it make to you? Whether I am a titan or not? I’m still ___.”

          “If you’re a titan, you’ve been deceiving us all, you could have helped. You have let all of us down, by letting hundreds die.” Levi spat at her. Her eyes widened. “Plus, you’ve outlived everyone in your squads. How have you been doing that? What are you hiding?” Levi growled at her when she didn’t answer him. “You’re a fucking disgrace,” Levi gripped her by the front of her shirt, starting to walk and dragging her.

          “What are you doing?”

          “We’re going to Erwin. Now.”

          “I’m sorry.” Levi turned his head to look at her, meeting her fist.

          By the time he opened his eyes. She was gone.

          Levi burst into Hange’s room. “___’s gone!” Hange jumped out of bed.

          “What do you mean gone?!”

          “I confronted her. She’s a titan. When dragging her to Erwin. She punched me and disappeared.”

          “Why didn’t you just talk to her about it? You’ve scared her off, Shorty! We could have talked it out then talked to Erwin!” Hange was shaking Levi by the shoulders. Before letting go and quickly pulling on some shoes.

          “Where are you going?!” Levi chased after her.

          “To find, ___! She’s my best friend; titan, and lair, but she’s still my dearest friend! And if you truly loved her, you wouldn’t have been such an ass!” Hange ran out of the building. Levi groaned as his heart ached and chased after Hange. 

          ___ was sitting on top of the Rose Wall. Staring down at the titans below, out in the distance. The wind was blowing her hair around. She wanted to jump down and transform, run far away. But at the same time, she wanted to run into Hange’s arms, cling to her. She put her hands over her ears and curled up, trying to not cry. She had no right to cry, she had lied to everyone for almost 15 years. She brought this upon herself, she just wanted to be a human and live and die among them. She had never thought of helping them, there wasn’t an urge until 5 years ago. But even if she would have tried to help, she probably would have been killed. That is what she had always thought until Eren came along. She always tried to help, only transforming when she knew there was no other choice. 

          Screams of her fallen comrades flooded her mind, she broke down crying. Curling up even tighter, rocking back and forth. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder. Hange was kneeling next to her, with a small smile.

          ___ nearly jumped on Hange, crying and clinging to her. Of course, Hange just held ___. Hange knew all of her hiding spots. Now that Hange knew her best friend was a titan, this certain hiding spot, made a lot more sense. 

          Levi stared at ___, he had never seen her cry, saw her broken looks but never a tear. He could hear her gasping for air as she clung to Hange, mumbling sorry over and over. She’s beautiful, even while crying.

          ___ pushed away from Hange, sitting on her knees and rubbing her eyes, trying to stop crying. “I’m sorry I never told you. I could have helped you. I could have helped humanity. I’m so sorry. I lied to you for nearly 15 years. I don’t deserve a friend like you,” she was starting to hiccup from crying so much. Hange threw a glare over her shoulder to Levi, who looked away from her glare.

          “You’re my best friend. I understand why you never told me or anyone. If you would have when our world wasn’t getting worse. They likely would have killed you.” Hange looked at ___, who was still trying to stop herself from crying. “Until everything with Eren, even if you would have told me. I would have kept it secret with you, in fear of you being killed. You’ve never hurt anyone that didn’t attack you first. Even titans. You’re the sweetest girl I’ve ever known. In fear of letting anyone down, you’ve held back and been under the radar in fear of having to explain yourself.” Hange hugged ___ as the tears finally stopped.

          “I can’t get their screams out of my head. My last squad. An abnormal attacked, I didn’t want to lose them. After two got ate, I transformed. But they ran from me in fear, which made them die. Even at my strongest, I fail. I’m such a disgrace, I can’t do this Hange. I should have never entered the city.”

          “I know the screams won’t stop. You’ve always had them, since your first expedition. You’ve been telling me that for years.” Hange rubbed her back. Levi just stared at her. Feeling guilty for the words he had spat at his love beforehand.

          “Hange, I want to die now.”

          Hange smack ___ across the face. “Don’t you say that shit!” ___ laughed a bit, Hange smiled. ___ then noticed Levi and crawled behind Hange so he could no longer see her. Levi clicked his tongue before walking over and gripping ___ by the arm. Pulling her to her feet, his tight grip making her squeak a bit.

          “You punched me really hard you know.”

          “You were dragging me off. I claim self-defense.”

          “You still have to pay for the pain you did to my head.”

          “Fine, I’ll clean the stables.”

          “No.” With one tug, he crashed his lips onto hers. She squeaked and pushed him away. Hange clapped.

          “Finally!” Hange cheered.

          “Shut up!”

          “What?” ___ looked at both of them.

          Hange popped up and kissed ___ on the cheek. “When you’re done. I want to talk before you see Erwin. I’ll leave you to lover boy, for now,“  Hange walked off.

          “I am very confused.” ___ glanced at Hange walking away then at Levi’s hand on her arm. “Can you let go?”

          “Will you stay?” she gave him a small nod and he let go of her arm. They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment. They were basically the same height, so Levi just leaned forward and pressed his lips softly to hers for a small second. 

          “I thought you hated me.”

          “Because of what I said earlier?” she looked away. “I’m not good with my emotions. I’ve loved you for 3 years. I was about to kiss you before my fucking brain clicked what you said.” Levi put a hand on her face, pressing his cooling hand against her warm cheek that Hange had smacked. “I’m sorry. Let’s head back,” she nodded, staring at him for a moment before heading down the wall.

          While walking back, Levi wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

          ___ looked at Levi, with a confused look.

          “Would you fucking say something instead of just staring at me? You’re starting to piss me off.”

          “You love me?”

          He clicked his tongue. “That’s why I kissed you.”

          “I thought you knew about me being a titan and no longer trusted me. That’s why you were checking on me every night.” Levi started blushing a bit. “But you did that because you love me?”

          Levi coughed. “So you knew? And yes that’s why.” He stopped and stood in front of her. Putting a hand on her cheek again, running a thumb over her cheekbone and smirked as she started blushing. She glanced at his lips then back at his eyes. “Oi, brat.” She raised an eyebrow at him.

          “Brat? You’re like 5 years older than me,“ she scoffed at him.

          Levi rolled his eyes before kissing her, moving his hand to the back of her neck, to deepen the kiss. ___ bowed her body into his, wrapping her arms around his neck. Levi pulled away a bit. 

          “You still haven’t really replied to my confession.”

          “I like you.”

          Levi clicked his tongue in frustration. “Fucking brat.”

          She gave him a small smirk before giving him a light kiss. “Old perv.”

          “Tch.” picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. “I’ll teach you how to respect your elders.”

          “Put me down!” She ordered him.

          “I don’t take orders from you, bitch.” Levi smacked her ass, earning a small yelp.

          “I have a feeling my lesson, isn’t going to be something I would ever learn in school.”

          “Your lesson is only to be taught by me. The lesson you need to learn right now, can’t be taught with words… only with action.” A small smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as he heard the female make a loud gulp.

Author’s Note: continued Also Levi is a bit OOC. I really disliked this fanfic when I wrote it. But it got positive feedback years ago, so I guess it’s decent but still. I am sorry for this shit.      

[youarejesting]

Curse.19 Halloween

[First] [Previous] [Masterlist] [Next]  Pairing: Prince!Jin x Reader Rating: PG Words: 1.3k

Summary: A modern-day fairy tale whereby seven young princes born under King Bang’s greed cannot find true love. Unless they break a special spell, called the ‘Bang curse’. In order to break the curse Prince Seokjin must be loved by a ‘Blue’ blood, by a royal. That seems almost impossible when you have a pig nose. (based off the movie Penelope)

You were packing. After an arrangement to let you stay in a hotel if you cleaned the rooms. But it was time to go, you had a chance out of town to work on a farm picking fruit. As it had free lodgings you would be stupid not to try for the job. Ever since Seokjin stepped out into the world he was everywhere, all the billboards and magazines, everything had his face.

You decided to stop going outside when they started making Pig Prince costumes that were a pig nose and the blue royal coat. You were so proud of him, and you hoped his new life would be one full of love. Plans had changed and you had started playing the piano again. The hotel loved that you could play for the dinner guests.

Speaking of the hotel, they were holding a massive halloween party and there was music pumping and the ballrooms were packed with people of all ages dancing and drinking. You had promised to play an eerie piece for the piano but you were unsure if you could make it. Seeing all those imitations of the man you loved was just cruel.

Chest tightening at the thought of all those chances you could have taken to tell Jin how you felt, the guilt setting in and pricking at your eyes. You had a few last things to pack, one of them was the silk handkerchief given to you by the young boy on christmas. A mix of broken memories and the coincidence of the royal crest and his initials lead you to believe that Seokjin was in fact the young boy.

Reaching for your jeans, you had worn these the day you stepped foot into the castle. Smiling at the thought that those girls were so gullible. Sitting on the bed, allowing yourself to reminisce about everything from the beginning how amazing it felt to feel the buds of love bloom in your chest. But the water had run dry and those flowers were wilting at a painfully slow place.

There was  a knock at the door. Pulling you from the depths of your bitter mind. Walking across the room the floors vibrating with the brass and percussion a few floors below. The door handle is sturdy and cold and when you open it you receive a metaphorical punch to the stomach. Standing there are two young men, one dressed as the joker, his face distorted with white makeup.

The other was the face you had been avoiding, a young man dressed as the eldest prince Kim Seokjin. He wasn’t far off, you honestly had seen some really atrocious attempts at imitating the prince, this one could almost pass. He had broad shoulders but he was a little off the fake nose didn’t sit right on his face.

“Hello there, My friend here needs to pee, can he borrow your toilet. He will leave as soon as he is done?”

“Uh sure…” You said assuming you would be leaving anyway.

“Sweet dude I will be at the punch bowl don’t take too long”

He went into the bathroom and the guy spoke in what you assumed was the prince's accent, it seemed too much of an exaggeration, but it made you smile. “This is a pretty cool party, are you not going to dance?”

There was something nostalgic about talking through the walls. “Uh not my scene, I just have to make an appearance before I leave”

“Leave?” His voice showed his curiosity and you froze the mannerisms and tones matching the man you tried to repress from your thoughts. “Are you headed somewhere?”

“Out to the country, I am going to pick strawberries?” You wouldn’t lie, you used that as a fishing line hoping he would bite, the real Seokjin never failed to mention his uncle had a strawberry farm. “Getting away from the city”

“What is the rush?” His voice emerged with him into the main room and he gave a brilliant smile, his lips plush. Taking a cup from the cabinet and pouring some fresh water, he asked, “Are you running from something or someone?” 

“Someone definitely, there is someone I have been running into, his face is on every billboard and magazine, he is everywhere” You huffed throwing your jeans into the suitcase. “So, I have to leave?”

“You sound like you really hate the guy?” He gave a soft chuckle and you nodded with a grin.

“He was a horrible person when it came to things concerning himself. Always putting himself down, he loved his family well most of them and he had stupid laugh” You said wheeling your suitcase out the door.

“You don’t seem to hate him?” He pressed and you sighed the elevator doors opening and the two of you stepped in and headed to the ground floor. 

“It was complicated?” You rubbed your neck looking anywhere but at him which was hard considering the glass walls reflected him everywhere. 

“He loved bath bombs, and dramas. He was the type of guy who wanted that moment in a drama, where the two leads kiss and the camera’s spin slowly. And then something magical would happen which would break a spell or heal the character somehow.”

“You didn’t want that?” He asked, eyeing you as the doors opened.

“I couldn’t give him the magical moment, I could never be his leading lady, no matter how badly i wanted to be.” You strode from the elevator and headed to the ballroom.

“If you could meet him again what would you do?”

“I would tell him that he is perfect, he doesn’t need to change for anyone. People are born different everyday and our differences make us unique.” You laughed, handed, walked towards the Piano waving to the Live band and they nodded fading the music down. Taking your time you began playing for the live singer, he sat watching you and you looked at him. “This was his favourite song,” 

You played the soft bridge and you smiled up at him, “you asked me what I would do if I could meet him again” You smiled looking back at the keys cheeks red. “I would tell him I love him.”

The drums came in loud as you were ripped from the piano and turned to face him and he kissed you, you almost pushed him away when you felt the familiar soft lips against yours. He tasted the same, kissed the same, there was the softest raspberry buttercream aroma on his clothes you were clutching in your hands.

Your heart felt like it was going to implode from the tight pressure surrounding it. “I knew it was the piano, but you had to pretend like you couldn’t play” He pouted

“Jin?” You sniffed tears trickling from your eyes, “I thought you were getting married?”

“I skipped out in the middle of the ceremony, ran down the altar as fast as I could” His windshield wiper laugh was everything you needed in this moment.

“I can’t break the curse” You sniffed “I am sorry, I am not—”

“Don’t worry, it turns out any love from a blue blood counts, Taehyung broke the curse” he whipped off the fake plastic nose and you jumped back a little nervous, he was so perfect. You reached up cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing the tip of his nose affectionately. “I thought you had something to tell me”

“I love you,” You mumbled looking at his blue jacket and heard him chuckle the song coming to an end with the cries of the live singer.

“I know who wouldn’t, when I am this handsome” He smirked, winking at you and you smacked a fist into his chest and turned to leave and he swept you up once more kissing your lips softly and whispering words that made your head spin. “I love you too.”

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You could tell he was nervous, with the way he kept running a hand through his hair or tapping his foot, he was doing anything he could to take his mind off the scene you are about to film. “Relax would you.” You stand next to your boyfriend, placing your hands on his shoulders and giving them a little squeeze.

He lets out a loud breath and turns to you, “I’m just scared, I’ve done stunts before but never stunts with someone else, let anyone you.” He looks at you with fear in his eyes and your features soften, “Tom, I trust you, it’ll be a hundred percent safe, we have the best stunt team in the industry and we’ll be connected to all these different wires.” You say, pulling at the harness that was around your body to prove the point even more. “I suppose so.” He sighs and you hope you’ve said enough for him to relax and not panic too much about it.

You were in the middle of New York City, filming a scene for the latest Spider-Man movie, you knew it was a big one and it was going to be at the end of the film, but the amount of people around you and the fans and paparazzi that had lined the streets while you filmed made you even more nervous.

“Alright Tom, Y/N you ready? We’ll do a practice run first where you’ll only go about 8 or 9ft off the ground then the real thing okay?” The director says and you nod, getting into position, Tom doing the same, you stand in front of him, his hands on your hips as you get ready to jump into his arms when the director says.

“Okay and action!”

“You’re gonna love this!” Tom says his line before he grabs you pulling you into his arms and you’re wrapping your legs around his waist quickly before you’re shooting up into the air, you scream a little burying your head in his neck as you gasp, you still cling to him when he lands his arms still tightly around you too, “You okay?” He asks, “And cut!” The director yells a smile on his face, “That was a great run guys, take five while we make some adjustments and then we’ll do the real thing.” You nod and walk over to your set chair, taking your water bottle and phone from your assistant as she hands you them.

“That wasn’t so bad was it?” You ask Tom as he sits next to you, “Still didn’t like it, I felt like I didn’t have a good grip on you.” His face is stern as he’s deep in thought, “It’s fine Tom, just relax and don’t be so worried about, like I said, I trust you and the team around us.” You open your water and take a sip out of it, before unlocking your phone and scrolling through Instagram, liking photos on your timeline.

Tom sits quietly on his phone, playing a game, and it doesn’t take long before you’re both being called back to set. “Come on.” You smile widely at him and link your hands together, squeezing his hand, “We got this.” You walk to the stunt set up and let go of Tom’s hand allowing the assistants to attach you to your harness. “Positions please!” Is yelled and you stand on your mark, Tom in front of you, “Okay you’re going to go about 30ft in the air this time okay but don’t panic because you’ve got bungee ropes attached,” The director says and you both nod hesitantly,

“Alright Tom when you get to the top before you feel yourself coming back down, I want you to drop Y/N and catch her by her arm.” The director says calmly and your head shoots up and you stare at him, “Are you joking?” You yell, “Yeah I’m not dropping her!” Tom says too, “Yeah you are.” The director says, his voice is full of sarcasm but you know he’s not joking.

“I’m not,” Tom stops crossing his arms over his chest, “I am not dropping my girlfriend while we’re 30ft in the air.” The director raises his eyebrows at Tom, “You have no choice.” His voice is stern and you know there’s no backing down, “It’s okay,” You say confidently, “You’ll catch me.” Tom turns to you, his eyebrows creasing together and a look of worry is etched on his face, “I-“ Before he can say anymore the director yells, “Okay is everyone ready? And action!” You repeat the same lines from before and you’re up in the air quicker this time, flying higher and higher, your arms around Tom’s neck are tighter than ever and your legs are crossed around his hips like your life depended on it.

Once you reach the top and you can feel yourself dropping you know you have to let go of Tom and loosen your grip, as you do, he loosens the grip he has on you and you’re falling fast, the scream emitting from your lips is piercing and loud as you plummet faster than ever, the buildings flying past you as you get a perfect arial view of New York, your arms are up as your legs kick and you can feel yourself spinning in the air as the wind engulfs your body, as your cardigan is blowing everywhere, it covering your eyes, you panic a little as you fall faster, getting closer and closer to the ground before you feel Tom’s fingers wrap themselves around your wrist and you’re pulled up harshly, you fly up a little bit above Tom and gasp as you fall into his arms still in the air before you’re both landing on the safety mat with a thud, your eyes are still tightly shut, with your arms still gripping to Tom, “You okay?” He asks and like before the director yells cut, “That-“ He walks over to you a huge smile on his face, “That was perfect!” He yells, slapping Tom on the back and placing a hand on your shoulder, “Just brilliant. I think we’re done for the day, great job guys.” He walks away still raving about the scene as you and Tom stand still in the same place, you’re in his arms head buried in his chest, one of his arms is around your shoulders the other around your waist clinging you to him, “That was terrifying.” You say, your voice barely above a whisper, he places a light kiss on your forehead and you pull away from him.

“Were you even going to catch me?” You joke hitting his shoulder which breaks the tension and he laughs, “I’m- you fell a lot quicker than anticipated, so I had to fall a lot before I could grab you.” He smiles at you, “I was gonna say, you took your time sunshine.” His head drops as he smiles, “At least it’s over with hey,” you poke him with your elbow and he looks up at you, “Yeah thank god.” Whilst you’ve been talking the stunt team have detached you both from your harnesses so you’re free to go home.

“Come on spidey, you owe me a drink.” You grab his hand, the material of the suit tickling your fingers as they lace together, “Never mind owing you one, I need one myself.” As you walk Tom pulls off the Spider-Man mask and tussles with his hair, “There he is.” You say sweetly as he looks at you, he rolls his eyes but smiles at you, “I never want to do another stunt like that again. Especially with you.” You walk hand in hand to the wardrobe trailer, “Yeah me either.” He stops walking and you stop too because of your hands together, he wraps you in his arms and you smile but ask, “What you doing?” He shrugs, “Just wanted you close to tell you I love you.” You tighten your grip around him and smile, “I love you too.” You gush, looking up at him and placing a light kiss on his chin

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[honkhonkrichard]

21 with reddie

 21. Best Friends Sibling AU

This got way longer than I thought and I’m calling it ‘Get it right the First Time’ after the billy joel song okay ‘njoy! (WC: 1600+)

“He’s adopted. We all are.” Stan said out of the blue, after dinner. 

“What?” Richie asked.

“Eddie. He’s adopted. So is Ben. Bill is too.” He said again, louder this time. 

“I-I mean.. I guessed.” Richie shrugged. “Cause they’re white and you’re-” Richie threw a hand over at Stan. “Not.” 

“Israeli.” 

“I forgot the word.” 

“clearly.”

“I-I didn’t have to know, dude, it’s not a big deal.” Richie stammered.

“You were staring at Eddie the entire meal.” Stan said loosely, eyes never leaving his book. 

Richie shifted. He was staring at Eddie. How could he not? He was… gorgeous. Big grey eyes, freckled, tan skin, wavy blond hair and the cutest little face. He had a look of perpetual surprise and annoyance, like someone just stole his parking space. 

He sat a the table quietly nearly the whole meal, watching the conversation with curiosity and every now and then, his eyes shifted over to Richie. 

Richie couldn’t take his eyes off of the younger boy. He was so… pretty. The light from the dining room was framing his face this side of perfect, and his sweater was too big and it gave him the sweetest little sweaterpaws- 

“I wasn’t staring at Eddie.” 

Stan’s eyes looked up from his book, sharp and intelligent as usual. “Liar.” 

“So what If I was?” Richie said, probably too defensively. “What’re you gonna do about it?” 

“Give you my blessing.” Stan said from behind his book, light green eyes still locked on Richie. 

“I don’t think I get you, Uris.” Richie lied, because he was quite sure he did. Rich hadn’t been subtle with his idiot grin and enthusiasm with trying to talk to Eddie, who didn’t reciprocate in the slightest.

“I think you do, Tozier.” 

“Stanley?” Someone said from the door. 

Richie looked up to see Eddie clamped around the door frame, sweater paws and cute grumpy surprise in full swing. Turns out he was wearing little shorts too. Richie gulped. 

“Yes Eddie?” Stan said innocently, putting his book down.

Eddie shifted uncomfortably and looked Richie over, the frown in his lips grew. Richie felt a blush rise to his cheeks. “Can I talk to you for a second? Alone?” 

“Sure.” Stan blinked, and stood up. He looked considerably older than his siblings, Richie decided, trying not to imagine his hands around Eddie’s thighs. “Rich, you’ll give us a minute?” 

“Course.” 

Stan left the room, and Eddie disappeared with him, leaving Richie alone with himself to think about how much Eddie licking his lips after dinner had drove him crazy. 

I gotta stop. Richie thought, rubbing his face. Gonna go half chub thinking about it too much. He decided to mindlessly fiddle with his bracelets. 

Stan strutted back into the room not longer later, sunk back down into his desk chair, handed Richie a small slip of paper and tucked his hands behind his neck, stretching out like a cat. 

“Get out.” 

Richie’s eyes widened. “Eddie doesn’t like me, does he?” 

Stan shrugged ominously. “It’s me that wants you out.” 

“Rude.” 

“You have a crush on my baby brother.” Stan said simply.

“Baby.” Richie grinned.

“Out please.” 

Richie huffed and grabbed his backpack. “I’ll see you tomorrow though yeah?” Stan nodded in response, and Richie left the room, closing the door behind him (He may be a douche but he wasn’t a barbarian.)

Richie silently gazed into the hallway. All the doors were labeled. Ben’s door was closed, Bill’s was half open (Though loud horror movie noises were coming from behind it.) and what Richie assumed was Eddie’s was wide open; the quiet sound of tapping the only sound from it. 

The horror movie paused and Bill swung his door open, eyeing Richie curiously. 

“Sup man?” Richie waved. 

“W-What’re you doing?” Bill asked, voice lower and more angry than it had been at dinner. 

“Uhhhhh I just left Stan cause he kicked me out and then I got lost in thoughts. What’s up with you?” Richie admitted. 

Bill glared him up to down. Richie wasn’t sure why he was angry. They got along fine at dinner, joked about how they had no idea they both worked at the same place (Charlie’s vinyls, Bill had the day shift, Rich took the night shift) and now he was being judged. 

“If you fuck over my brother, I’ll slaughter you.” Bill promised, and then closed the door. 

“What?” Richie mumbled as the horror movie clicked back on. 

Richie made a face and went down the hall, and couldn’t stop himself from peering into Eddie’s room. 

There were lots of knick knacks everywhere, succulents, a big desk and Eddie curled up in his too big sweater, typing away on a laptop. He noticed Richie, clearly looking at him through the corner of his eye (still surprised and annoyed) and took a deep breath, trying to continue typing. 

Richie gave a him a toothy smile. Eddie did not respond. 

“So… Uh… Do you.. like… Did I- Um.” Richie tried. Words weren’t working. 

Eddie sighed and got up from his chair and then-

closed the door. 

Richie snapped some finger guns at the closed door. “Cool.” He said. “Dope I’ll uhhhhh see you later.” 

- 

That night, Richie nodded along to the music blasting through his headphones, and emptied his pockets. Wallet. Phone. Rings he forgot to put on after he washed his hands for dinner. Piece of paper Stan gave him that he never read. Pop can tab. Wait.

Richie picked up the paper and unfolded it. It had a small message written in red pen on it; it looked like it had been scribbled over relentlessly. It also had a snapchat username.

Snap: KasperEddie youre rly hot attractive and it makes me nervous but i wanna keep talking 2 to you - eddie (the small blonde one of stan’s brothers who gets really nervous around you)

Richie didn’t bother fighting the smile off his face. His day was looking up. Even though it was 11:26 at night. 

He nabbed his phone and collapsed on his bed, adding Eddie’s username, and taking a quick photo of him lying in bed and sent it to the cutie patootie. 

Tozier Boy🤙 (Trashrecords): Heyyyyyyyyy got ur message closing the door on me was rly sex c of u <3

The response was almost immediate. It was a photo of Eddie’s computer. Looks like he was writing an essay.

Eeeeeeee: Sorry you make me nervous I didn’t know what else to do

Richie grinned wildly and stuck his tongue out at the camera, still lying in bed

Tozier Boy🤙: ill let it slide cause youre cute as hell xox

Then he texted Stan.

You to Stealink my NOTs (11:29): you BASTART whyd u kick me out if eddie liked me

And got a snap from Eddie: A photo of his keyboard:

Eeeeeeee: oh!!! 

“Holy fuck.” Richie whispered. “You are fucking adorable.” 

and he sent Eddie a photo of his ceiling saying just that.

Stealink my NOTs to You (11:35): Because Eddie told me to. Said you made him nervous. He also told Bill he liked you and if you started speaking to Eddie Bill would put 30 rounds in your chest.

You to Stealink my NOTs (11:35): hot damn 

Stealink my NOTs to You (11:36) Also; Ben wants you to come back over and give him “Romance Advice” because you seem “With it” 

You to Stealink my NOTs (11:37): u never told me ben was a grandpa

The next image was of Eddie’s face, which was cute enough, except he had drawn blush onto himself. Eeeeeeee: thank you

Immediately following it was a black screen: omg im covered in acne and im sweaty im so sorry

Richie took a photo of him making a desperate face. 

Tozier Boy🤙: can we go out i need to get you comfortable with me holding your cute little face as soon as fucking possible also can u go call Ben a grandpa its very important

A photo of a confused bed tucked into a beanbag chair: Eeeeeeee: he said stan JSUT called him that fjkdhflkjdhfjdkhjkd

Richie smiled against his pillow, trying to breath slowly to calm himself down. Holy fuck this fucking kid. 

Stealink my NOTs to You (11:45) We’ve made Ben very sad. 

You to Stealink my NOTs (11:45) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Stealink my NOTs to You (11:46) He told me Eddie called him a grandpa too and made the “:(” face and then told me you just “Walk with.. uhm.. swagger and stuff. [You] just seem to know what he’s doing..” Little does he know-

You to Stealink my NOTs (11:46) who’s gonna tell him im dumbass

Then Richie went back to Eddie, trying to pull himself together, took a photo of his dog. 

Tozier Boy🤙: so…. did u…… wanna …..hmmmmmmm… go out sometime.?

The next photo was of Eddie’s wide eyes, it was blurry, like he was moving as he took it. 

Eeeeeeee: !!!!!! CAN U BRING UR DOG

“God damn.” 

Tozier Boy🤙: which one I got 2 an old man corgi (Amante/Ames) and this baby (Bellissima/Belle) 

Eeeeeeee: BOTH!!!! I WOULD DIE FOR THEM

Then Eddie sent another black screen. 

Eeeeeeee: Fr though I would like a date. Do you like ice cream?

Tozier Boy🤙: im lack toes and taller ants i love ice cream how about this saturday at noon?

Stealink my NOTs to You (11:53): Eddie’s cackling madly what the fuck did you do

You to Stealink my NOTs (11:53) lack toes and taller ants dude

Stealink my NOTs to You (11:54): Cool. Stop it.

Eeeeeeee: sure!!

Richie dropped his phone to the side and danced against his bed. Waving his hands to The Safety Dance. Dates, dogs and cute boys. Okay. 

He spent the rest of the night talking with Eddie, grinning widely the whole time. 

[scorpios-stuff]

Hello everyone and welcome to our show. We all know the reason you're here, to see your idols, do challenges in order to win a grand prize; of 1 million dollars!

This season will include famous faces such as: Shane Dawson, Kim Kardashian, and even Charli D'amelio. 

This will take place on a secluded island in Hawaii. It will have 8 contestants for each team, giving us a total of 24. Until we reach the final 10, then it's every man for himself. 

There will be eight people divided into groups of 3.

So for the celebrity team come and stand on the right stage:

Doja Cat

Kim Kardashian

Nicki Minaj

Ariana Grande

Vanessa Hudgens

Lea Michele

Jason derulo

Barbara Striensend

The tik-tok team will come to the middle stage:

Charli d'amelio

Dixie D'amelio

Nessa

Addison rae

Loren Gray

Chase hudson

Tony Lopez

Noah beck

And for our YouTube side come to the left side:

James Charles

Tati Westbrook

Jefree star

Shane Dawson

Austin McBroom

D'angelo Wallace

Kennie jd

James Marriot

Each team will have the same cabin, to not show any biased decisions. When you reach your cabin, you'll notice an intercom there. When it rings 3 times, a message will ensue that will say the meeting point and today's challenge. So off you go everyone!

Charli D'amelio POV:

Wow this cabin is really run down, but I'm here to win; not complain. I looked around to see everyone else moving in. Dixie and I are taking a bunk-bed for ourselves. I know with her on the team I have an advantage of not getting voted off. But with everyone else I have no clue. Chase and I aren't on good terms since our breakup and I'm more acquaintances with everyone else.

I looked up to find the intercom, but had some difficulty due to all the commotion of everyone else.

"Hey! Does anyone know where the intercom is?" I noticed that everyone else was confused too so we all looked around. After about 20 minutes someone called out.

"Hey I think this is it!" I looked over to see Chase, pointing at a small silver box with a speaker in the middle

I wondered how are we supposed to hear anything from something so small. After that everyone finished packing up.

"Hey!" nessa said while fixing her hair.

"Since this is a competition let's put all of our drama to the past right.Cause if we let our anger drive us, we'll all lose."

What nessa said did make sense so we agreed to let bygones be bygones. Just then the tiny speaker sent out a message:

"Everyone please report to the dining hall for breakfast. Then we will discuss today's challenge.Also the first team to find it, will get a head start in the competition"

We all looked around a little confused as to where the dining hall was, so we got out and went exploring. As I stepped out I really took in my surroundings, trees as far as the eye can see, leaves and rocks everywhere, and the scorching hot sun. But you could see the other two houses, with the other teams coming out.

I looked around to find a house in the distance and a path, I alerted my team and we made our way over there. We looked back to see the other teams noticing, so we rushed to the building. Luckily we were the first ones there.

"Congratulations!" He handed us each a medal,and stood back. " Whenever you win a lead, you'll get medals to prove it. So make sure you keep it up, we're going to let you eat first, then talk about the competition."

Our team made our way to a table, a chef came out and took our orders.

"So what do you think today's challenge would be." Dixie said,while tugging on her sleeves." I mean it's a competition for 1 million, you know it's not going to be easy. Who knows what they want us to do."

" Hey" Noah took Dixie's hand into his own."We have each other, compared to the other teams we all know each other better. If anything that's an advantage."

We all agreed we needed to put

100 percent if we wanted to win. The chef came back with our food and we thanked him. We ate silently, this competition's strong aura is affecting all of us. Suddenly we're all more nervous, but I can see even the other teams are. So we have to be strong and not let anyone notice.

After half an hour, everyone finished and lined up outside.

"Alright today's challenge will be simple. Each team will go looking for a sheep,with your team's initial on a sign. But the sheep is hidden on this island. The first to bring him back will win! You will have a time limit of 40 minutes go!"

"Wait!" Noah stopped all of us and raised his hands. "We should split up in groups of 2, so we could find the sheep faster. I mean this island is gigantic, but there are three major parts.The shore, that forest over there, and the common area."

Nessa squirmed around and looked uneasy."That does sound like a good idea, but we have to hurry since we're running out of time!"

She was right, we looked up at the clock to see we had 30 minutes left already. We split up quickly and left. Nessa and I made our way to the forest area. We walked around for a little bit and came across what appeared to be a berry garden. 

"Wait!" Nessa said in a whisper and pulled me back. 

"Did you hear that? It sounded like an animal, look over there." We looked towards the strawberry patch, and saw the tail of an animal. It was white and fuzzy, it slowly backed up and we saw it. It was our sheep, the only issue was how were we going to get him. I realized the goat was really into fruit, because it seems he's eaten from every patch.

"Nessa I have a plan but we have to prepare first. Keep watch of the sheep and don't let him leave. Ok?"

"Yeah yeah, I get it, we just have to hurry."

I tip-toed across the garden, and picked fruit from every patch. I had to put some in my pockets because there was so much. I went back to Nessa and gave her half. I turned and saw the sheep about to leave. I threw a strawberry to the middle, and said "Hey sheepy look over here." He came over and ate the berry. I waved another one in the air, before throwing it. "There's a lot more just come and get it." I motioned for nessa to do the same, and we led him out of the garden.

I noticed we were running low on fruit so I bent down and let sniff my pockets. He noticed I had food so he kept following.

"Look everyone else is coming back, I'll tell them to meet us at the finish line." She ran off to everyone else leaving me alone with him. 

"Here sheepy, yeah over here!"

I looked over to see the celebrity team with their sheep. They were fencing him in a circle. Behind them I could also see the youtubers doing the same, I grabbed my sheep and bolted to the finish line. 

"Alright! The winner of this challenge is team tik-tok!" The host declared while taking our sheep. The celebrity team came second, and team youtubers third. "Team celebrity is in second place and team youtubers is in third. This means team youtubers are up for elimination tonight.

After that they cut the cameras and told us to relax. He handed each of us a medal and led us to our rooms. I laid down and thought about the challenge. If I would've taken any longer we would've lost, and I could've been voted off. I looked around to see everyone else relaxing when a thought came to my mind.

"Wait, if me and Nessa found the sheep; what were you guys doing?" 

Everyone else stopped what they were doing and looked my way. Chase opened his mouth to say. "Well me and Addison went to the shore and found nothing, so we came back. I'll admit we did get a little lost." 

Loren spoke out next. "Tony and I went around the common area but also found nothing, we kept looking though."

Lastly was Josh and Dixie. They also went into the forest but in another direction, so where did they go?

Josh sat up straighter and scratched his chin. "As you know we went in the forest too, but found nothing. So we just kept looking also."

I noticed he was blushing a little and was going to comment on it; when the intercom went off. It was the host voice.

"Just letting you guys know elimination is happening right now. I'll let you guys know afterwards." The intercom turned off and we were left in silence.

Nessa turned to say something. "Who do you think is getting eliminated, Austin? He didn't seem to be helping earlier."

"I don't know." said Chase. "It could honestly be anyone. Let's just keep up this winning streak. I don't wanna lose early in this competition."

We all agreed that would suck. Especially in the first round, when it was just getting a sheep.

"Oh," Nessa grabbed my hand and raised it. "Well if we have to thank anyone it would be her. It was her who came up with that quick idea. So come people, applause!"

Just like that the room erupted with cheering and screaming my name. It honestly felt so weird hearing all this praise but, damn did it feel good. I joined in on the praise and we had our own little party; to celebrate our win today.

At about 10:00 we got the intercom call that someone got eliminated; and it was Austin. I looked over to Nessa and told her congrats for guessing the right person. We went to the dining hall and got dinner. Afterwards we went to sleep, I laid there thinking what tommorows challenge may be. Before drifting off to sleep.

This is a story I wrote on wattpad called "Lights Camera Actions." My username is dance_dance96

[goldngguk]

limerence // 01

warnings // yandere behavior, strong language, fluff 

word count // 2.1k

"You'll come to find that the terms obsession and addiction go hand to hand in psychology. Often times they are used as synonyms for one another."

Jimin sat in the back of the room, twirling his pencil between his fingers as he inwardly groaned. He couldn't stress enough how boring this class was. His teacher, Mr. June, was old and was constantly trying to act young and cool, which only made things worse. His textbook made next to no sense, and the assignments were poorly designed. In other words, Jimin hated psychology.

He slumped down in his desk, watching the seconds tick by causing him to roll his eyes. Oh, this is agonizing. Tick. Tick. Tick.

"Alright, now that we've finished unit two, it's time to discuss your next paper." Crickets. "It's the most important grade you'll receive in this class." Nothing. Mr. June sighed. "It's not due until May."

It seemed as if the whole class was alive again. Even Jimin's ears perked up. What could be so important about a paper that it would take an entire semester to complete?

"Your task is to observe someone outside of this class for three months. On May 3rd, you will turn in a paper that analyzes your subject as well as required notes to prove you actually did the work. Trust me, I can tell when someone just pulls a paper about their imaginary friend out of thin air." Sure you can. "You have to prove that you were actually watching your subject. I'll pass out the rubrics."

Jimin grabbed the paper from the man, flashing him a toothy smile that he met with his own. Jimin didn't even have to try, really. He was just one of those people who everyone adored. He could probably pass the class without even writing a sentence for the stupid paper. In fact, Jimin could probably get away with just about anything.

Mr. June dismissed the class and Jimin gathered his things and left the lecture hall. "Hey, Jimin! Wait up!"

Taehyung, Jimin's best friend and roommate who had joined the class with him, jogged up. "What do you think about this," he asked, waving the rubric in his hand.

Jimin just shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I don't really have an interest in it."

Taehyung nodded. "Don't you think it's a little creepy? I mean, we're supposed to stalk- sorry, observe someone for three months and then analyze them like an experiment? What the hell is that?"

Jimin chuckled at him. "He didn't say you couldn't tell. Just ask someone for their permission. Otherwise, yes. Essentially, we are stalkers now."

"Who are you gonna watch?"

"I'm not sure yet. Like I said, I'm not really that interested in it."

"Oh well, I'm sure you'll find someone. Damn. It sounds like I'm giving you dating advice."

"Please, if anyone needs advice about girls, it's you."

Taehyung scoffed as they reached the front doors of the campus. "Do you have another class?"

"No, not today, but I was gonna head up to the library and get some work done. I'll see you later."

"Ok. I'll see you at home." He stopped in his tracks before turning back to Jimin. "And for the record, I don't need help with girls."

"Oh please. I know exactly who you're going to watch and you'll end up stalking her because you can't even say one word to her without choking on your own tongue. You need serious help."

"I- fine. But I can't help it! Taylor makes me nervous."

"Goodbye, Tae." Taehyung started for his car as Jimin made his way to the library upstairs. Sitting down at a table in the back, he pulled out his books with the intent of focusing on anything but the paper.

-

Jimin couldn't focus. No specific reason. He just could not focus. Maybe he wasn't in the right headspace. He packed up his things after deciding he'd probably get more done at home. He stepped outside, the cold air hitting his slightly puffy cheeks.

Keep in mind, it was January, so he probably could have been more cautious. But if he had, he wouldn't have met you, now would he?

Jimin crossed the street between campus and the parking lot when he fell; both literally and figuratively. He slipped on a patch of ice and his legs flew up from underneath him. He landed on his back. Hard.

"Oh my god! Are you alright?"

Someone rushed over to him, putting their hand on his back as they crouched down. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was- just-..." Oh wow.

Pretty was an understatement. Beautiful fell short. Stunning was nothing compared to the girl kneeling by his side. Now, maybe it was the fact that he'd nearly hit his head and his tailbone felt like it was on fire, but jesus christ, how the hell could someone look so... so perfect. She wore a puffy black coat with a beanie that helped frame her magnificent face. She had strong features. He probably would've been intimidated if it weren't for the fact that he was fatally attracted to her. The mittens she had on were far too large to be her actual hand size. She looked absolutely adorable. She smiled down at him, the tip of her nose pink from frostnip. "Come on, she said. "Let's get you on your feet." She helped him dust the snow off his back before looking up at him. She was shorter than him, making him feel manly despite the hard fall he just took. "It's Jimin, right?" He looked into her eyes. Such pretty eyes. His textbook says that eyes are the windows to the soul, in which case she is warm and soft. Innocent.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, that's me." He smiled back at her.

Jimin was not what'd you'd call 'a lady's man', but he knew what to do and what to say. He wasn't the kind of person who got nervous. Besides, everyone loved him. He could charm the pants off anyone.

"That was quite the fall you had there. You sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, thanks. You know my name?"

"Yeah. I've seen you around campus before. I figured everyone kinda just knows who you are."

"Well, I don't know who you are. What's your name? And you have to tell me, seeing as how you just saved me. Otherwise, I'll just have to go find out." She giggled as if he were joking.

"I didn't save you, I was just making sure you were okay."

"Whatever you say, hero." She laughed again. It was very quickly becoming one of his favorite sounds. It was high pitched, but not too high or squeaky. There was a perfect balance to it. One that he appreciated.

"I'm Y/n," you said while extending your hand for him to shake. He took it, wishing he could feel the soft skin concealed under the wool mitt. He would compare the sizes of your hands, hoping yours would be somewhat smaller than his own.

"Nice to meet you, Y/n. How come I've never seen you around before?"

"I'm not really someone who lives to be seen. I just come to class and go to work." He liked that. Not someone who likes to be seen. Every girl he'd ever dated was the life of the party; they demanded everyone's attention and it exhausted him. Y/n was the opposite. She was kind and quiet. Someone he could take care of, someone to shelter. And that excited him. If he was being honest, he'd always wanted someone for himself. Someone he alone could love and protect and he would never have to share. Almost like an animalistic instinct he tended not to dwell on, or rather one he just hadn't picked up on yet.

It dawned on him that there was no way this was a coincidence. First, there had been the paper about analyzing someone outside of his class. Then he couldn't focus in the library which led him to slip on the ice and fall right into her arms. It was at that moment he decided: he needed to see you again, had to get to know you. You were his person; his subject. He was going to observe you.

"Well, I should get going. I have to be at work in an hour."

"Oh." Jimin started to panic. If he let you go now, there was no way he'd see you again. He needed to find out more about you if he was going to use you for his paper topic, and eventually a whole lot more. "Um. Before you go, could you at least give me your number?"

She tilted her head to the side in a teasing manner, lips parting. "Why would you need that," she smiled. He chuckled, smirking as he shifted his gaze to his feet. Y/n pulled out her phone from her coat pocket. "Here. Give me yours. This way you can repay me for saving you." He handed her his phone while grabbing hers, typing his contact in as 'the cute clutz'. She hummed at the nickname.

She waved goodbye to him as he called out, "I do plan on thanking you, by the way!"

"Looking forward to it!"

He was in.

-

Jimin raced home, tossing his stuff on his bed and dashing for his laptop. He pulled up your contact on his phone, praying you had put your last name instead of a cute nickname. Damnit. Just Y/n. Plan B. He went onto the campus website and searched for a student directory. Typing in your first name, he found fourteen other Y/ns listed. He clicked on each individual profile and waited for the picture to appear. After a couple of minutes, he struck gold.

Campus Profiles:

Y/n L/n

Age: 21

Major: Pre Med

Email: y/nl/n@gmail.com

That was all the information he needed to be able to find you everywhere else. He added the email to your contact and began looking for you on every platform he could think of.

Your Instagram was public, which he chuckled at. Oh, sweetheart. Don't you know it's dangerous to leave your accounts available for anyone to see? He considered whether he should wait until he knew you personally before following you or not. Inevitably, he pressed the follow button and requested to be notified every time a post was made. Facebook was next, which wasn't any harder. Then twitter and snapchat. It was almost too easy, due to the fact that you used the same username for everything. He learned about your family, your closest friends and past relationships, where you worked, your likes and dislikes, favorite music genres, favorite food, etc. Basically, any detail he could think of was written somewhere on one of your profiles. He got so lucky. He wrote down everything he thought was noteworthy. After all, Professor June did say he needed to prove he was doing his work.

Now, he really did mean to just be your friend. All of this was just to get close to you so he could complete this stupid paper. But it was like Mr. June was saying in his lesson. Addiction and obsession are essentially the same things; once you're in, you can't get out. And Jimin was in. He just didn't know it yet.

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a.n. // Oof I am so beyond excited for this series!! I'm not sure how long it will be yet or when exactly I will post new chapters, I'm just kinda going with the flow. Please let me know what you think, I would love to hear from you! Also, if you would like to be added to my taglist, just ask! And don't forget to go check out my Jungkook series: Trilogy! -Kay 💕

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[initiala]

Fanfic Meme

I was tagged by @phiralovesloki like two weeks ago and now just getting around to this

Username: I’m InitialA in everywhere that matters

Fandoms you write for: OUAT for right now, occasional Marvel things when it strikes me, if I keep drowning myself in Legend of Zelda then I might find something to pick into there too--I’ve dabbled before and I’m not afraid to dabble again

Where you post: Here and AO3. I also still crosspost to FFN because there’s still people who read there

Most popular one-shot: I can’t in good conscience link a collection of one-shots so that’s still The Devil Made Me Do It

Most popular multi-chapter story: If we don’t count the one-shot collections, then it’s Dark Horse

Favorite story you’ve written: Probably any and every Christmas fic, I do love writing fluffy Christmas fic

Story you were nervous to post: Casual Intimacy, because I’ve never done true m/m slash and it’s not a pairing that has a lot of traction. 

How do you choose titles: Eh, it depends. Sometimes I don’t have a title until it’s most of the way done and it’s a particular phrase in the fic that sticks out. Others, like with Hook-Echo I specifically was looking up weather-related terms that also had to do with Once--and that helped me figure out the exact part of Killian’s research. 

Do you outline: Outline? Never heard of her. (okay sometimes there’s an outline. Like for Hook-Echo there was “here’s the two big things that happen in this chapter, write around them”)

How many of your stories are complete: AO3 says 97 out of 102 are complete, and that’s because they’re mostly one-offs. 

How many of your stories are in progress: The incomplete ones are one I’m actively working on, some collections of fics, and two that are indefinitely on hiatus because rarepairs. Then there’s the band AU that is... well, it’s started. I also have at least one fic that I know I want to write, and one that might just live in my head as a complete indulgence but maybe I’ll write it.

Coming soon: I just reworked how the next chapter of Bad Moon Rising is supposed to go because it was really just.... stalled out. So I’m using it to steamroll ahead into more plot things and hopefully I can get going enough to finish it finally. I’m discovering I’m not a “write smut every chapter just to have smut” writer when it comes to multi-chapter fics, it needs to have purpose. Even in a fic that the premise was “they fuck because they have no other choice”

Do you accept prompts: My inbox is always open, whether or not anything comes of it is up to the whims of fate.

Upcoming story you’re most excited to write: Look. Look. I just have this self-indulgent thing going on in my head where it’s just Emma and Killian in place of Link and Zelda in BOTW and it’s basically the same plot but different characters in there and I don’t know if I’ll ever write it because I just like thinking about it a whole lot and it makes me happy.

Tagging: anyone who wants to do the thing