#if you shoot me a quick dm saying “hey! i saw this post i was wondering why he's so buff!”

[bluravenite]

I know this probably wasn't intended badly or as a critique but

Do not comment on the way i draw Ghoul's bodies.

They're my personal headcanons and I don't care if you don't think a swimmer and touring musician would have a muscular build.

You don't like it? Draw them yourself.

I have designed these ghouls with my own personal headcanons and considerations of their back stories and real life inspirations.

I do not want to see tags in my art saying "he's too soft :(" "they're so buff :(" "why is she hour glass shaped?"

Especially when it's someone like cumulus who i have drawn several times before out of uniform and she is clearly not naturally "hour glass shaped" but ffs SHAPE WEAR EXISTS, especially if it's a uniform you wear to perform?!! She's gonna wanna have back and bust support!!! I have publicly headcanoned that ghouls wear corsetry for support!! I'm not just drawing her skinnier i am just considering other fucking variables!!!

Why are rain, swiss and mountain more physically built??? Because rain is a swimmer and i have used references of Olympic medalist swimmers to use as reference for how i wanted to draw him as well as looked at surfer body types, most of which were skinnier but toned!!! So that's why?? Mountain bc he's in the fucking garden doing sowing and planting work and playing the fucking drums, that's some fucking heavy ass equipment he's helping the band move and he does it seamlessly!!! Swiss also??? He's a multi, he's tall too, he's gotta be strong to help with everything they need, plus you think that he's gonna be bending ghouls over if he were so skinny??? Probably not!!

Another petty one. Consider more variables?? Aka working out releases lactic acid, and the surge of fluids causes your muscle cells to swell up, especially if you're drinking something like a protein drink without a carb/fat filled breakfast.

Do you think a DEMONIC HUMANOID CREATURE, that wakes up at dawn to have a protein shake AND GO SWIMMING AND SURFING is not??? Gonna look??? Buff????

Like??? Sorry if this rant sounds petty but I'm genuinely tired of dealing with people commenting on my own personal original designs.

I have never claimed to be drawing the people on stage. I am drawing MY OWN CHARACTERS, based on the real thing.

Don't just comment on people's characters or art if it's not something they can fix within 3 strokes of their pen.

[katyasrussianaccent]

you're so golden (corpse x reader)

Summary: You're a faceless youtuber that sings cover songs. What happens when a certain faceless streamer slides into your DMs after you cover one of his songs?

Author's Note: Don't hate me! This was gonna be a cute chapter but then I decided against that. Credit to @moontwinkles for the spilling scene idea. Let me know what you think!

Masterlist

The sound of your alarm wakes you from your slumber with a suddenness. Bleary-eyed, you roll over to turn it off, letting out a small sigh as your body and brain start to awaken. You’re going to meet Corpse. You’re going to meet Corpse. It bares repeating in your mind; the prospect still not quite registering.

You haven’t had the greatest sleep, your mind racing most of the night; skittish little thoughts that had you tapping your toes on the mattress in agitation as you struggled to turn them off. Sunlight streams through the cracks in your blinds, a warm glow painted in stripes on your wall. It was going to be a good day, tiredness be damned.

You get up, stretching your arms out as wide as possible and relishing in the relief as your muscles unclench themselves. There’s a little spring in your step as you walk to the bathroom, to wash your face and brush your teeth. You aren’t nervous as you pick out your favourite outfit, instead you feel excited. It’s funny how little scraps of fabric and thread can impact your mood so much, but you smile at your reflection, the feeling of confidence is nice, albeit rare.

The rumbling in your stomach signals that you need to eat something before you leave. Nothing too fancy, just some toast and a glass of juice. You can feel the nerves start to grow a little, the food sits heavy on your tongue, forcing you to swallow it. You grab your phone, scrolling as you chew. You go onto Corpse’s twitter, smiling at the picture he’s posted.

Out of curiosity, you go onto his likes. You always find his likes interesting; the random things he’s added gives you more of an insight to his thoughts and feelings. You chew the inside of your cheek as you scroll down past girls with perfect skin and bodies; your previous confidence now feels a little misplaced.

Deciding against letting it ruin your mood, you close the tab and go to grab your bag before locking your door and heading to your car. You text Rae to let her know you’re leaving and she replies almost immediately to wish you luck. Sitting in front of the steering wheel, you exhale as you start the engine and begin to drive. This was really happening. When Corpse had asked to meet, you were shocked. While you had discussed it, you had been under the assumption it would be a while before it happened. You just hope you don’t make an idiot of yourself; a tendency you had when you were nervous.

While you love the city, there’s something about driving on the open road. No noise, just the sound of tires on concrete. The scenery remains the same; nothing but trees and the occasional house far in the horizon. You’re meeting him in Santa Barbara; a place you’ve been to once in your life, so it might as well be brand new. It’s halfway between both of you, and while it’s still a few hours drive, you’ve got good music and some sunshine to keep you happy.

The drive flies in and before you know it, you’ve arrived. You’re meeting at a cafe that sells bubble tea; it was Corpse’s recommendation. It’s a charming little place, with white table and chairs on a cobbled patio area. The building itself is white brick, plant pots decorate the window sills and there’s a small crowd of people waiting in line. You turn off the engine, and grab the perfume out your bag, the smell of peaches invading your nostrils. With one last look at yourself, you exit your car and make your way to the cafe.

You’re not sure how you’ll find him, being faceless and all. A quick scan of the people around you, your eyes zero in on a figure dressed all in black, leaning against a wall that’s slightly in the shade. There’s butterflies in your stomach as you look at him from afar, your feet apparently unable to move on their own accord. He stands out amongst the brightly coloured outfits of everyone else, and you can see the sun glint against the chains on his jeans.

“Hi,” you greet, your hand going up to half-wave at him. He’s handsome; pale skin and cheekbones that disappear under the fabric of his mask. A mop of black curls are atop his head, falling out in different directions, and he brushes one off his forehead as he looks at you.

“Hey,” he replies and you smile a little. There’s a thick fog of awkwardness between you as you both take each other in, though trying not to look so obvious about it. You feel under scrutiny as his eyes move over you, and you meet his gaze before you both look down at the ground, a faint blush on your cheeks.

“How was the drive?,” you ask at the same time he does, causing you both to laugh. “Oh. Uh yeah it was good, thanks, how was yours?”

“Yeah it was good,” he replies, his eyes still on the ground.

“That’s good.”

“Yeah.”

You scream internally as your eyes dart around, looking for something, anything to break this awkwardness. It shouldn’t be like this, you have such great chemistry on the phone and online, but there’s nothing right now. Is it you? There’s a niggling in your brain that says he was fine until now; until he saw you.

“We could go, uh, into the cafe? Get some food?” he suggests, breaking you from your self deprecating thoughts. You nod and you follow him to the door. He opens it and you dodge out the way as it narrowly escapes hitting you in the face. Corpse mutters an apology as he walks in, his eyes glued to the ground.

You order together; you get yourself a boba tea and a burger and Corpse does the same. He pays without saying anything to you, and while the day’s isn’t going quite as you pictured, the gesture makes your cheeks warm. You desperately hope it gets better. Maybe you’ve misread the situation and the chemistry you felt you had was just friendship on his part. Friends flirt all the time, and it doesn’t have to mean anything.

Your food arrives and you sit in relative silence as you eat. The times you do speak is stilted, full of one word answers and obvious observations. You go to reach for your boba as Corpse goes to grab salt, and the movement of his hand plus the crampedness of the table pushes your own hand back towards you, knocking the cup all over your neck and chest. Corpse shoots up in a speed that shouldn’t be human, his hand full of napkins as he comes towards you. The liquid is cold against your skin, and you look down to see your outfit now ruined, the fabric sticking to you in wet patches.

“I’m such a fucking idiot, I’m so sorry,” Corpse says, his tone panicky as he dabs at your neck. He continues to dab, his hands pressing at the neckline of your top and if this was another time, you’d feel all fluttery at his hands on your skin. But it’s not, you’re uncomfortable and the day has sucked so far and all you want to do is go home. He discards the napkin onto the table and grabs another, his fingers warm against your collarbone as he presses the tissue. He doesn’t realise that he’s travelling downwards to your chest before he presses once, twice, before retracting his hand back like he’s been burned, the napkin falling to the floor. “Uh fuck, sorry, I didn’t realise I - “

“It’s fine,” you reassure him. “I’ve always wanted apple scented boobs, guess I can check that off my bucket list.” It’s a failed joke but humour is a defence mechanism for you, even if it’s not very funny. Corpse widens his eyes a little, his gaze fixed on the napkin that’s on the floor.

He hands you some more napkins and you clean up a little more. Your skin feels sticky, and you smell of artificial apple; but the apple isn’t sweet, it’s bitter and slightly unpleasant.

“Uh, I should probably go home and get a shower, I feel like I fell into a vat of sugar,” you say, standing up and grabbing your bag.

“Oh, yeah, I’m so fucking sorry, I’m so clumsy,” Corpse replies. You can tell he feels awful, and while you sympathise, he’s not the one that’s just had almost a full cup of boba spilled on him.

You shake your head, “It’s fine, really. I just feel really gross. Don’t worry about it.” You smile in what you hope comes across as reassurance.

“Let me walk you back to your car,” he says. You nod and walk out together in silence; something you had gotten used to throughout the day.

“Have a safe drive back,” you say as you get to your car.

“I will. Let me know when you get home?” he asks, and you nod.

“Shall do. Goodbye Corpse,” you say, opening the door and waving at him through the window. He waves back and you watch him through the rearview mirror as he disappears out of sight. You feel like an idiot for believing this was going to be good, like you ever had a chance with him. You’d been saying it since the start; that it wouldn’t work, you had nothing in common, nothing to talk about. And you were right. Sometimes you hated being right.

You turn the engine on and sit there for a second, your head pressing against the steering wheel. What a waste of time this was. Grabbing your phone, you tweet quickly.

“Oh well, let’s go wallow in self pity,” you whisper before driving off.

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[allensimpsforcorpse]

Warnings: Panic Attack, injury due to said panic attack, mentions of a mall shooting, Blood

Summary: Corpse was streaming one day when a comment caused a long supressed memory to resurface and it triggered a panic attack; not wanting to worry his friends about why the comment caused such a reaction, he decided to take them down the memory lane, talking about a girl he adored for the first time in years.

masterlist | previously | next

Chapter 1 :: Guns

Corpse laughs as he listens to Rae rage about how he deeply marinated her during the game, making her believe that he wasn’t one of the imposters.

It was a fun round, he and Sykkuno were the imposters. Their plan was simple, Sykkuno will do killing while Corpse handles the sabotaging and marinating. Usually, it was vice versa or they both do the killing and sabotaging but to be completely honest, Corpse didn’t think he was in the right state of mind to handle the stress of successfully killing a crewmate without making a rookie mistake.

Today was.. the anniversary of something he wished never happened. Something he wished he could reverse, make sure it never happens; Anniversary of her d–

“Corpse? Hey buddy, you okay?”

“Yeah, you’re suddenly so quiet”

“Maybe it’s technical difficulties?”

“No, I can hear his breathing, are you okay, Corpse?”

The sound of his friends' worried voices snapped him out of his swirling thoughts, their concern warmed his heart. He really doesn’t deserve them. Shaking his head to mentally swat away the thoughts about today, he finally answered them.

"I'm fine, I just zoned out a bit" Sighs of relief echoed from his friends and it made him smile, it was nice to know that there are people who cares about it. He looked down at his trembling hand, holding the mouse tightly as he waits for the game to start. Looking back up at his screen, he notices the lack of red hue on his name meaning he was a crewmate this round.

Thank god.

He immediately made his character circle around Rae twice before bumping visors with her, a silent apology for last round. Rae bumped back and he took that as a sign that he was forgiven, although despite that, he is internally wishing that she wasn't the imposter. "I'm going to die, if she's an imposter" he commented as he made his way out of the Cafeteria and into the Admin room to try and finish that dreaded card swipe again.

Too fast. Try again.

A laugh escaped his lips, his mind recreating a certain gta meme.

Too fast. Try again.

"Oh, come on" he jokingly whined, trying to swipe a little bit slower this time.

Too slow. Try again.

Just as he was about to try it out again, the killing animation of Sykkuno shooting his character on the head played brightly on his screen. The animation made his hands tremble a little, memories long supressed threatening to resurface. He didn't let it. Instead he took a deep breath and forced out a laugh as he watches Sykkuno vent out of Admin.

"The betrayal" he said, feigning a hurt tone for the dramatics. He decided to finish his other tasks first before doing that one.

Seeing as he was now dead anyways, he finally took a glance at his chat and let out a laugh. His fans were now calling his demise as the 'Card Swipe Incident 2.0', and he bets that's going to go viral and trending on the bird app soon. He doesn't know how his community does it, but they seem to be able to get any hashtag trending quickly.

"Card swipe is ruining my life" he jested, watching as Sykkuno killed yet another crewmate which so happens to be Rae. He can already hear her saying her famous 'The Audacity!' line.

He moved to the reactor to do the Simon Says, all the while replying as much as he could to the fast and wild chats from his fans. They were being supportive as per usual, some teasing him for failing the card swipe again despite having done it a lot of times already. He shook his head, paying no mind as Felix got sliced by Jack in the background.

"Look guys, that shit is hard, okay?" he giggled, internally cursing as he pressed the wrong button and have to start right from the beginninng again. Glancing at the chat once again, one particular chat caught his eye and he wished he didn't see it.

"Why are you guys watching them instead of helping the people caught in a mall shooting right now–" he stopped reading, his mind suddenly focused on those two words that destroyed his world back then and still does at times. Like right now.

Caught in a mall shooting.

Mall shooting.

Shooting–

"[Corpse's name], HELP ME!"

Memories flashed before his eyes, one after another. Guns. Blood. People running out of the mall in a a panic, his hand tightly grasping hers. Fear rapidly growing in her (eye color) orbs, said orbs dulling not a full minute later as she falls to the ground and blood started to trickle down from the center of her forehead.

He couldn't breath, air seemed to stop flowing into his lungs as he feels them burn. Sweat started to form on his skin as he feels himself pale, cold seeping through his skin as he feels himself shake harder. He loudly gasped for air, desperate for even just a little bit because he couldn't breath. His stream long forgotten as the panic attack he was currently experiencing took over him.

He didn't even notice the game ending with the Imposters winning. Didn't notice as his friends finally took notice of his current predicament. He wss too busy trying to get air into his lungs as the memories continues to play in a seemingly neverending loop. He squeezed his eyes shut manages to stop himself from loudly apologizing to a dead girl in front of his friends and so many strangers.

Deciding that he needs to get out of the stream quickly, he left the discord call and the stream with a quick "I gotta go" and immediately turned off his desktop. Big mistake.

Instead of seeing his face in the darkness of his screen, he saw her. Bloodied face and messy (hair color) locks, her hands equally as bloody was pressed on the screen. There was a combination of tears and blood flowing from her eyes. His eyes widened, a scream leaving his mouth as he punches the screen repeatedly, anything to get rid of that horrid image.

Blood bloomed on his knuckles as he stares on his broken desktop, the image finally gone from it's many broken shards. He can hear his phone repeatedly vibrate on his desk, most likely his friends dm-ing him and his fans tagging him in posts. He couldn't bring himself to answer them.

He turned away from the desk and moved to stand up which is yet another big mistake as his legs shook and gave up under his weight, making the dark haired man fall hard to the ground, pain blooming on his limbs. Black spots filled his visions and as he tries to get up and get his phone but before he could fully grasp it, his vision went completely black and he fell to the ground once again.

[griffxnnage]

for better or for worse || g.w

general taglist: @chaoswalkinq  @nerdyblogger06 @wand3ringr0s3 -> you can send me an ask, shoot me a dm or comment on this post if you want to be added or removed from the taglist!

request: hello! i was wondering if you could write a george weasley x fem!asian!reader imagine where she’s feeling insecure about her body because she has bigger thighs and hips compared to most asian girls (which is looked down on in asian culture) and george comforts her. (there was also an anon who wanted something along the lines of this!)

pairing: george weasley x fem!asian!reader

word count: 1451

warnings: body insecurity, language, mentions of a bad family relationship (very brief), a bit of angst?

a/n: ok, i’m so sorry this took forever, but i hope you like it!! please go drink some water and eat something if you haven’t yet!! <33

Looking in the steamy mirror at my wet, naked body made me feel sick. I hated looking at it, but it was like a trainwreck; I couldn't ever look away. I looked at the excess of flesh around my whole body, the stretch marks that seemed to scream, ‘Look at me!!’ on my inner thighs, my hips, my tummy and my boobs. I turned around and saw the tiger stripes creeping around my bum and the undersides of my arms. ‘Fucking disgusting,’  That little voice in my head sneered.

This was the routine after every shower; I’d look in the mirror and be disgusted by my own body, wanting it to just vanish, but it never did. It just stayed there, stretchmarks, hip dips, cellulite and all. It just was, and there was nothing I could do about it. My family never said anything about me being heavier than the average swimsuit model, but their disgusted glances confirmed their disdain for me and my ‘flab’.

“Y/N? Why are you taking so long in there? Ooh, are you doing your makeup nice and fancy?” I heard muffled George’s voice float under the crack of the door, snapping me out of my trance. “No, no, Georgie, just drying my hair real quick.” I quickly wrapped a towel around my body and set to getting ready for the day. There really wasn’t that much to do; it was a weekend, and Fred was taking care of the shop today, so George would be home all day.

“There’s my beautiful girlfriend, c’mere,” George smiled, lifting up his arms and making grabby hands at me, lying on the bed with the sheets coming up to his waist, exposing his chiseled chest. I smiled at his adorable nature, a side only I got to see, really. He wasn’t this vulnerable with anyone else to my knowledge, and that was one of the many things I loved about him.

“I said, c’mere!!” The grabby hands intensified, and a pout formed on his face. “Gimme my cuddles, love,” Oh, and there went the furrowed brows. “I’m on my way, Georgie, just gimme a minute!” I hurriedly got one of his old t-shirt’s and some pajama shorts and got into bed with him, snuggling up nice and close. 

“Hey, baby, how are you?” He whispered against my hair, pressing a small kiss into my head. I swallowed and lied, “I’m ok, how are you?”

He looked down at me lying on his chest, and took my chin in hand, and made me look at him. “Darling, what’s wrong?” He looked at me with those gorgeous brown eyes of his, the eyes I got lost in so many times, the eyes that seemed to be staring at the very center of me.

“It’s ok, love, you know you can tell me anything, right?” Those eyes searched my face, trying to read the emotions I was feeling. I was always very open with him, so he could read me like a book.

“George,” I murmured, sitting up so I could look at him properly. “Do you think I’m pretty?” It was such a vain question, but at the moment, I just felt like it had to be asked. 

“Darling, Y/N, why do you even have to ask that? You are the most gorgeous person I've ever laid eyes on. Do you want me to list off each of your stunning features?” He looked shocked when the sentence left my lips, and he looked ready to start a fight with whoever put those thoughts in my head.

“First off, your eyes. They were the first thing I noticed about you. The way they slant up and just ensnare anyone and everyone reeled me in, and I was hooked on gazing into them ever since I first made eye contact with you. Next, your beautiful face. What’s not to love? You’re the most dazzling person ever, and it makes me so sad that you don’t know it.” His words were bringing tears to my eyes; I had no idea he thought about me this way.

“And now if we travel a bit lower, you’ll find two of the most luscious pillows I’ve ever come in contact with,” He winked at me, causing my face to heat up immensely. “And just a little further down, you got another amazing pillow, that seems to move a lot whenever I do…” He stuck his cold hands under my (his) t-shirt and tickled my belly, something he knew I could never resist. A fit of giggles ensued for both of us, until I called ‘Time out!!” on the account that air was becoming hard to come by. 

After both of us cooled down, George continued his list of things, something I’d kind of wished he’d forgotten about. “And folks, if you just look over here, you’ll find the thickest thighs and the most beautiful hips you’ll ever darn see,” He giggled, totally thinking he’s the funniest guy in the world. I whined when he started poking at my thighs; they were the thing I hated most. He knew this, but apparently he wanted me to know he loved them, and he only stopped when he started kissing small kisses on my knees, and then began trailing up along my inner thigh, causing my whines to grow a bit quieter, but my breath to quicken.

His eyes were locked with mine as he slowly crawled up my body, making my face and chest heat up again; I cursed myself for being so entranced by him. He continued kissing up my body, stopping when he made it to my boobs, giving them a little more attention than everywhere else, which didn’t go unnoticed by me, and elicited giggles from the both of us again.

When he made it all the way back up, his eyes flitted back and forth between my lips and my eyes. “Y/N, I love you with every fibre of my being. You are the single most beautiful, kind, funny, smart and loving person I know, and I wouldn’t change anything about you, physically or in any other way. I love you for you, and I want you, as you are.”

I couldn’t do anything but fall even more deeply in love with him and bawl my eyes out. Another thing about George is that if he sees someone crying or getting emotional, especially someone he loves, he starts crying too. His empathy is another thing I adore about him. 

“Georgie, what did I do to deserve you?” I gasped, flinging my arms around his neck and pulling him close, inadvertently on top of me, and squashing me. I didn’t care though; I wanted to hold him as close as possible for as long as possible. “I was about to ask you the same question, love,” He buried his face in my neck, pressing small, sweet kisses into my shoulder and collarbone.

From where he was, he whispered against my neck, “I regret nothing that we’ve ever done together. I’ve loved every second of it, and I intend on making a trillion more amazing memories with you. I want to follow you to the ends of the earth, I want to be there for you when you’re feeling low, I want to share those moments when you’re elated. I want to be with you every step of the way, good or bad. You could say, for better or for worse, but I don’t think we’re ready for that, quite yet.” 

I could feel him smirking against my skin, and I just held him closer, I don’t know how I did, but it happened. If we’d been any closer, we would have become one being, just composed of love and nothing else. 

“I love you, so so much, George Weasley.” I whispered in his ear, stroking his hair and running it through my fingers, an action that had become second-nature to me over the course of our relationship. “I was about to say the same thing, love. Stop finishing my sentences, ugh,” He giggled into my skin, shaking his head to tickle me with his nose. “Georgie!!” I yelped, my neck always sensitive.

And yet another tickle fight followed, but this time, the thoughts of our future filled our heads, and only made our love grow ever so much stronger. 

“Hey, Georgie, about that ‘for better or for worse’ thing.” I stopped tickling his neck to gaze up at him. “That sounds like the best damn thing in the world!” I smiled so wide it hurt, and his face mirrored mine. 

“I’m glad you think so darling, because I wanted to ask you a question…”

[denimbex1986]

“Hi!”

Sebastian: “Hello.”

PA/Press rep: “Hi Fabio, I’ll just leave you with these guys and message you in the chat function when the time’s up, okay?”

“Perfect, perfect. Hi guys. I just watched the pilot and it’s really cool; it looks like a movie, not a TV show so congratulations.”

Anthony: “Thank you.”

Sebastian: “Thanks.”

“Really, really cool. Um, so, um I just find this shield from the dark web and I think it’s the original one, so since I know that you’re looking for it, I can send it back to you with some of my friends.”

Sebastian: “Oh, good.”

Anthony: “Who are your friends? Who - ”

“Ah, I have big friends.” (laughs aloud, Anthony laughs silently) So, in the show we see Bucky trying to hook up with girls and we see Sam trying to ask him money at the bank, so we see your human side, not just your superhero one that you show in the MCU. Um, so I always get to know a little bit better your characters.”

Sebastian: “I think it was good. I, I, I don’t know, I - I think I - I think we both uh, you know felt like, like we were getting to do scenes that we didn’t get to do before and you know, to some regard, um, sometimes in the movies when you’ve got only two hours and the stakes are so high, you - you end up with scenes that have to be very quick and immediate and everything is always intense and dramatic, so just to have some time - some room - to breathe you know, in it with these characters in their various environments, you know it, it makes everybody want to relate to them more.”

“And for you Anthony, was was, uh, a funny trip to know your, your, your past of your character?”

Anthony: “Um, no, it was amazing, you know, and that’s the luxury of doing six hours. You know in two hours, you can’t give everybody um, a look - with six hours you can give everybody a little meat on the bone; you can show exactly who the characters are and how they fit into this world. So it was, uh, it was great to be able to, uh, experience Sam from a personal side and not just him as a - a helper or a sidekick.”

“Great. So with the Blip, half of the population of the universe disappeared and also uh, after Endgame, we didn’t have any more Tony, Steve and Natasha, so now you have to carry the legacy of the entire MCU. So, what’s up guys - do you feel the pressure?” (interviewer and Anthony laugh)

Sebastian: “Yeah, that’s - that’s exactly the phone-calls that we get; it’s somebody just going ‘What’s up guys?’ (Anthony laughs) Um, I don’t know man, I mean, I think we’re okay, you know, uh, it’s just - it’s just sort of following the path and, and you know, it’s sort of that’s just where we’re at right now you know? I, I feel like you never know what the next thing’s gonna be, we just kind of go with it, I think.”

“Yeah.”

Anthony: “Yeah. And, you know, a big thing that I feel comfortable with now, um, is, you know, our, our whole goal was to keep that, that cycle alive, you know? Marvel hasn’t had a movie that sucked yet and we didn’t wanna be the first one to suck so, so it’s - it’s on Loki now to keep it going.”

“Yeah, I’m waiting for that. And Sebastian, when Bucky is in therapy, he wants to find who he really is - this is a serious; a very serious question. And this made me think that during the lockdown, many people were alone, but some of them said they have found more themselves, so are they lying or they telling the truth? Sebastian also I - you’ve shown on Instagram, um, about how you spent time during the quarantine; it was really funny to watch.”

Sebastian: “Hey, you know, listen I - I mean that’s - that’s a big question. I, I, I should hope that, that everybody’s found more of themselves in the quarantine, right, because that might be the biggest lesson for all of us is, you know just to, to sort of get this time out and, and kind of be able to, uh, recognize the things we’re grateful for, the things that we’ve maybe taken for granted; other people in our lives, family, right? Um, you know, the way that we can interact and, and how nice that was, and so I hope, I hope it was more of that rather than us all getting, you know, stuck on your phones - ”

“Yeah.”

Sebastian: “ - uh, all the time, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Also, also Anthony if you want to, to, to answer this question, because it’s not only for the Sebastian character.”

Anthony: “I really hope Sebastian used quarantine to find more of himself.” (Sebastian and interviewer laugh)

“I know, I know. But he posts a video about that, and you don’t because you don’t use a lot of Instagram.”

Anthony: “I know, Sebastian’s been teaching me.”

Sebastian: “Clearly - he’s clearly warming up, don’t worry - it’s just getting, getting started - (Anthony laughs) one black and white photo at a time.” (he and Anthony laugh)

“In the show, in the show bad guys use social media to plan their strategy. Anthony, maybe you have Instagram but you don’t use it because you, you think it’s a bad thing?”

Anthony: “Well it is. I think uh, I think it’s a - a very bad thing. (interviewer laughs) One, Instagram talking makes me nervous and two, you know I feel like it makes you socially distant. Um, I’m, I’m kind of old-fashioned, I like to, you know, sit and talk to people face-to-face; if I meet a girl, I - I’m cool with rejection. Uh, I just, I - I’m just more about the person-to-person contact instead of uh, social media, sliding in a DM situation.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Also in Italy - ”

Anthony: “...people always sliding in my DM.”

“ - Italian people want to, to, to take hands, you know, stuff like that - we are very physical so we - we feel bad about that. We feel really bad.” 

Anthony: “Okay.”

“So, uh, speaking about social, Anthony have you seen this meme? You know this meme?” (Anthony Mackie always looks like he knows something about you meme appears on screen)

Anthony: “Yeah, it seems to be quite popular.” 

“My question is - ”

Sebastian: (peers closer to his screen to look and laughs) “That’s amazing.”

“ - um, what do you know about us that you, you know, you don’t want to say?”

Anthony: “Well, I’m, I’m very good at reading people when I see them so usually when I’m making that face it’s because I know something about you you don’t want to tell.”

“Ah okay, I am hoping for a - a big thing - (Anthony laughs), okay, okay, okay, okay, okay - that’s fine, that’s fine. So - ”

Anthony: “I’ve been walking around with this Marvel secret for the past ten years - that’s what I’m thinking about.”

“The last time I saw you, you were on the, on the stage with Will Smith for his birthday in Budapest - ” 

Anthony: “Okay. In Budapest, yeah.”

“I was there too for shooting a video with him. It’s funny to watch you with outside the MCU world; the sensation is like the same (Sebastian laughs) I, I had with the series because Falcon, here, what?” (laughs)

Anthony: “...Will Smith - I was there celebrating - I ate Will Smith’s birthday cake.” (laughs)

Sebastian: “I have the same question - ”

“(laughs) Only for the cake.”

Sebastian: “ - How does he function out there in that outside world? (Anthony laughs silently) It’s something I wonder about all the time.”

“Now the most important questions. I know that you have signed a huge NDA for read all the scripts, so you know a lot of things that we don’t know about the MCU, like, will Iron Man come back to life? This is the first question. Will Captain America be back?”

Sebastian: “These truly are terrible questions.” (laughs)

“Yeah, or maybe Steve Rogers - I don’t know.”

Sebastian: “I - I honestly don’t feel, I - I, do you know?  I, I don’t know anything about that. Like, I honestly - that’s not something that they would certainly tell me.”

“Yeah, but I - I want to know that stuff, so -”

Sebastian: “I know you do, I can see it and, you know, it’s gonna be a journey for you to find these answers, I guess.”

“So you - ”

Sebastian: ”It’s like, how are you going to do it? How are you going to get through it?”

“Yeah, but it’s not live; it’s like more private, so you can answer to me these questions.” 

Sebastian: “Right.”

“Will Iron Man come back to life? (Anthony cuts his link, Sebastian then does the same) No, okay. Thank you guys. It was a pleasure to meet you. Bye.”

[somethinginthewayiam]

Request - Dark alley

a/n: I’m sorry @scorpionchild81​ that it took so long for me to answer your request, I didn’t forget about you. I’m not used to writing angsty stories so this was a real challenge for me. But thank you for trusting me with your idea and giving me a chance to improve as a writer. I hope you like how it turned out!

Pairing: Henry x plus-size reader

Warnings: physical assault, language, brutality, fluff at the end

Words: 2735

Summary: It’s pretty much all in the request...

Ever since you and Henry made your relationship official, you’ve been receiving quite the amount of hate, mostly over Instagram. You figured that it would probably be problematic since you weren’t the skinniest girl and you’re not what you call a “model-type”, someone Henry would clearly deserve, but he chose you. You thought you had braced yourself enough before going public, but sadly that wasn’t the case.

Henry reassured you every day that you weren’t only enough for him, but everything he could have ever dreamed of and it always calmed you down. You had always restrained yourself from answering any DMs you got or commenting under hate posts until they got really personal and you just had to clap back.

You might have gone a little overboard as you were a bit drunk when it happened. Also, Henry was away filming and not there to distract you as usual. You didn’t think about it any further that night and went to sleep.

A few days later, you were walking home from work, it was already late. You always put in the extra hours when Henry was away. You didn’t like spending too much time home alone and you had at least another two weeks of that.

You took a short cut, a little dark alley you always took, you didn’t even think too much about it until you heard steps behind you. You threw a little look over your shoulder and saw about three women a few feet behind you. As they were just women, you didn’t think about it too much and kept on walking.

After another few steps, you felt them coming closer quite quickly. You threw another look over your shoulder and this time, the one in the middle, a tall brown-haired woman, made eye contact with you. “Can I help you?”, you asked, stopping in your steps and turning around.

“Yeah, why don’t you apologize for being such a piece of shit?”, she came straight at you. “Excuse me?!”, you asked her with big eyes. The women to her left and right crossed their arms in front of their bodies and stared at you.

“I read your comment on my post, bitch. Does Henry know how you talk to his fans? You should be happy he even looks at you. I don’t know he manages to get hard around your big ass body, so gross. Does he fuck you with his eyes closed thinking of his exes?”, she threw at you. At that moment you realized that she was the one that had posted the hate you replied to a couple of days ago.

“Shut the fuck up, you don’t know what you’re talking about”, you opposed. “Don’t tell me to shut up, bitch. Our man has suffered enough being with a stupid ass bitch like you and we have enough. It’s time for you to get your fat ass out of here and leave him alone”, she said as she came at you.

She raised her hand in an attempt to bitch-slap you across the face but you blocked her arm with yours. But while you were concentrated on the one in front of you, you didn’t see her friend coming at you from the side. Before you could even turn around, you felt a sharp pain in your knee as she kicked it. Your knees gave in and you dropped to the floor.

Next, you felt some hands pushing you to the ground and you landed on your side, your head hitting the street. Your hands came up to cover your face.

You felt a kick in your ribs and the sharp pain caused you to feel nauseous. Something heavy hit your head. It felt like someone’s handbag. Something rough on the bags outside scratched over your forehead and you felt a stinging pain.

“Stop! Please stop!”, you tried to scream but your voice was so weak. You pulled your legs close to your body, just waiting for it to be over. Your whole body was hurting but you also felt kind of numb. It was so surreal, you never thought something like this would ever happen to you.

“Hey, get off her! Stop it! I called the police!”, you heard someone shout. Your right ear was ringing after they threw the bag on your head again. And suddenly it stopped. You heard screams and quick steps on the street as the three women were running away. You didn’t dare to get your hands off your face.

You heard shuffling steps coming towards you and braced yourself for another attack, thinking they had come back. When you felt a hand on your upper arm, you flinched, turning away, bracing yourself for another attack.

“They’re gone, you’re safe”, you heard another woman’s voice. “Shh, it’s all going to be alright now”, she said and tried to get you to look at her.

You slowly put your hands down, blinking at the street lights behind her. You were looking at a slightly older woman, maybe in her late fifties. “Oh my god, dear. We need to get you to a hospital. Come on”, she said and helped you up.

Your whole body was shaking, your legs were weak. On the side where your knee got kicked, you limped. With the help of the woman, she got you out of the little alley and onto the main road. She called a taxi and drove with you to the emergency room.

She explained to the nurse what happened and stayed with you during the whole exam. She also didn’t leave your side when they called the police for you to give a statement. The woman that had practically saved you gave her statement as well.

When the officers asked you if you wanted to press charges, you negated out of fear this would happen again, that they would find you again. But your savior encouraged you to do it anyway, advising you to not give them the power over you. So, you did press charges against anonymous. The woman helped you with the descriptions of the women’s looks and appearances.

When you left the hospital with your guardian angel, you had three bruised ribs and a bruised knee on your right side and a little cut on your forehead. Thankfully, you didn’t need stitches, but you had several stripes holding the wound together. You also had a mild concussion from several hits to your head.

“Is someone waiting for you at home, dear?”, she asked you, looking concerned, when you were waiting for your taxi in front of the hospital. “Yes, I’ll be fine”, you lied to her, not knowing you actually wasn’t lying.

What you didn’t know at this point was that Henry had come home earlier. He didn’t call or text you to surprise you. He went grocery shopping and made you dinner. When you didn’t show up at your usual time, he just figured you were working overtime as you used to do when he was away shooting a movie or his new tv show The Witcher.

When it got pretty late, he was checking his phone for any messages. He called your phone but it went straight to voicemail. Maybe you were out with some of your girlfriends. He packed up the dinner in boxes and put it in the fridge. But he wanted to wait up for you.

 When you came home, some painkillers in your bag, you were limping to your door. You didn’t notice the light was on in your house.

Just when you closed the door behind you, you heard quick taps of paws on your wooden floors before Kal came sprinting towards you. “Hey! What are you doing here?”, you said surprised, really happy to see him.

The big dog was so excited to see you, he ran around you and jumped up to lick your face. You spun around to follow him and got down on your knees to pat him, hissing at the pain in your right knee. You shifted your weight on your left leg as you ran your hand through his fur, facing the front door.

Henry came out of the living room and leaned against the doorframe, watching the two of you with a smile. He was happy to see you again even if it was just your back for now.

You were so happy to see your favorite bear again, especially in this hour of need. You were so happy that you didn’t think for a moment that wherever Kal was, Henry was too.

“Hey, my love. I thought you’d never come home tonight”, he said and you froze in your movements. Kal wanted you to keep petting him and nudged your hand with his nose, pushing his head forward in excitement and pressing into your right side like he normally did. You hissed as the sharp pain shot through your whole body, your hand holding your side.

“I wanted to surprise you, so I didn’t call…”, he continued until he heard you hissing. “Are you alright, Y/N?”, he asked and pushed himself off the doorframe.

Fuck, you needed to face him now. You thought you had at least two weeks to heal your wounds and then just say you hit your head on an open cabinet door or something.

You rose to your feet and slowly turned around. As soon as Henry laid eyes on the bandage on your forehead his eyes got big and he came over to you with two big steps.

“Y/N, what the hell happened to you? Oh my god!”, he cupped your face, gently turning your head to get a better look at your forehead. “It’s nothing, really”, you tried to play it down. “This doesn’t look like nothing”, he said and his voice rose. You could clearly see how terrified he was, but you weren’t able to look him in the eyes. You already had a lump in your throat, you feared that if you looked at him directly, you would lose it completely.

He grabbed the hem of your shirt, wanting to lift it up where you flinched when Kal touched you. You put a hand on his and pushed it down. “Please, don’t”, you said. When you looked at his face and saw the mortified expression on his face, your eyes filled with tears. You felt the teardrops running down your cheeks, wetting your skin.

“Baby, what happened?”, he whispered, tears shimmering in his eyes. You bit down on your bottom lip as you felt a sob creeping up your throat. “Please, you need to tell me what happened, I’m going crazy”, he said. More tears fell from your eyes.

“Were you attacked?”, he asked and you slowly nodded your head, not trusting your voice. “Did someone try to…”, he asked but had to pause. He closed his eyes for a second, his jaw tense. “R-ra…”, he started, but you quickly shook your head. “No, no, I wasn’t raped”, you quickly said with a shaky voice. Henry exhaled loudly, slightly relieved that you weren’t abused in that way.

You cupped his face and pulled him down for a light kiss on the lips, trying to reassure him. Then you let go and limped past him towards the living room. “Y/N, you’re limping!”, he called out as he watched you move.

You went straight to your liquor cabinet and grabbed the whiskey bottle. You filled some of the liquid into a glass and swallowed it all in one sip. Okay, maybe not the best idea with the painkillers you took, but you need this right now.

When you turned around, Henry stood in the middle of the living room, watching you. You took a deep breath which hurt your ribs and winced. Henry wanted to come over to you but you stopped him with your hand held up.

You slowly grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up on your right side, revealing a big, dark bruise that had formed over the course of the night. You heard Henry gasp and looked up. His eyes were filled with tears again, a hand covering his mouth.

“Let’s sit down”, you said, reached out, grabbed his hand and walked with him to the couch.

 You told him everything that had happened tonight, including the nice lady that had helped you and you told him that you already pressed charges against your attackers. Henry got angrier with every word as you spoke. Over the course of your story, he needed a drink himself. Kal had lain down by your feet, feeling the tension in the room.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you”, he said and ran his hand through his hair. He then took your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and giving your knuckles a gentle kiss, letting his lips linger on your skin as he tried to collect himself.

“It’s my own fault, I shouldn’t have made those comments on Instagram, I…”, “No! Don’t excuse their behavior. Nothing what you said or could have said gave them the right to physically assault you”, interrupted you, his voice loud and strong.

“Baby, please calm down”, you said and squeezed his hand. “No, I can’t calm down”, he said and pulled his hand from yours. He reached for his phone on the coffee table. His thumbs flew across the screen. “Baby, what are you doing?”, you asked him, leaning over to glimpse at his phone, but your bruised ribs made you stop.

“I’m posting on Instagram what happened to you, making clear that no real fans of me would ever even talk ill about or to you, let alone assault you”, he said while his thumbs kept flying over this screen, hastily writing something.

You grabbed his phone from his hands, taking it away from him. “Henry, no!”, you said and put his phone behind you. “Give me my phone back, Y/N”, he said and held his hand out. “No”, you shook your head.

“Henry, baby, please, listen to me”, you said and grabbed his hand. You brought it up to your face and kissed the back of his hand before holding it between your hands close to your heart. “You’re outraged right now, you should NOT post on social media”, you said slowly, over-pronouncing every word.

“Please, Henry. I had a long night, I’m very tired and in a lot of pain. I just want to go to bed and I want you next to me”, you said with a low voice, almost whispering. Henry’s features got softer as he listened to you. He took a deep breath and then slowly nodded.

“You’re right, Y/N. You’re absolutely right, I’m sorry. Let’s go to bed”, he said and got up from the couch. He helped you up as well and walked you over to the stairs. He picked up your purse from the floor at the front door and brought it with him as he guided you upstairs.

He helped you change out of your clothes and into your pajamas. When he saw your bruises again, you could see his jaw tensing up. You caressed his cheek and gave him a gentle kiss to calm him down.

He brought you a glass of water so you could take your pain meds before he changed out of his clothes and into his pajama pants.

You had to sleep on your left side. Henry cuddled up to your backside, putting his arm over your hips, careful not to touch any part of you that was hurt.

You had actually been afraid to go to sleep tonight on your taxi ride home from the emergency room. You were so happy that Henry was home, you felt much safer with him right next to you. You felt a tear escaping your closed eyes and running down your cheek.

“I’m so happy you are home”, you mumbled into the dark bedroom, not sure if Henry was still awake, your hand on his arm that was draped over you. He entangled his fingers with yours, squeezing them reassuringly and pressed a kiss to your neck. “I’m right here”, he whispered. “I love you”, you said and sobbed lightly. “I love you too, Y/N”, he said and his thumb caressed the back of your hand as he pressed another kiss to your neck.

[kindness-bliss]

New Beginnings Ch. 8

Timothy Thatcher x OC

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: none

Maya got ready at her shoot as she looked at herself in the mirror and scrolled through her instagram feed to let time pass, searching Tim’s name in the search bar as she looked through as raised a brow at how many fans adored him and posted pictures with him and events   “Well damn, he’s wanted” she nodded impressed as she continued to read captions, not understanding most of them since they were in German, raising a brow as she saw heart emojis on captions “Too bad he’s mine”. She grinned as she saw more and more from men she assumed were his friends always talking about how respectful and hardworking he was in the business   She sat up startled from her lurking when she heard a familiar voice and sighed “Are you kidding me ? What the hell are you doing here ? This is a private shoot”    Marcel sighed as he stepped through and thanked the security guard “I saw you on the same company’s page who works hair and makeup for NXT, I put 2 and 2 together when I saw their stories and you happened to be tagged. I know, it’s very stalker of me”    “Extremely” she answered sternly as she covered herself in her robe “who does that ? This is my job you psycho. Once again, head empty no thoughts in that pretty big ass head of yours”    “I don’t even know what that means” He admitted quietly as he stood in shame in front of her “are-are you calling me stupid ?” Maya let out a breath as she shook her head “Kind of, now tell me why you’re here ?” she asked as she got touched up “and make it quick preferably, this is my work remember”     “What’s this I heard about Tim insulting you ? Why didn’t you tell me when it happened ? I’m gonna assume that’s why you were crying the other day at the store ?” he asked, giving a small nod when he saw her face look down at the floor “and yes, Walter told me everything so don’t worry you don’t need to go into details I just wanna know if you’re okay”   “I am fine, we’re all good” she nodded “I’m going to see him tomorrow, he has a match and he invited me”

  “What ?” he whispered as he looked up at her “y-you’re gonna go see him ? After what he did ?”. Marcel knew how much wrestling meant to him, how much he prided himself in his work. He knew Tim inviting Maya over was a big step for him in how he felt about her.

  “Absolutely I am, I wanna see him wrestle and how he is in that environment. I’m gonna assume you’re gonna be there too ?” Maya asked as they got her ready 

  “Yeah, we have a match too and well chances are Tim’s gonna introduce you to me so what are we gonna do ?”

She stiffened at his question and fixed her curls as she looked in the mirror as she slid off her robe revealing a one piece bathing suit with a deep plunge as she turned to look at him “If you think I’m gonna tell Tim that you and I had a 3 year long relationship then you’re dead wrong. No way I would ever tell him something like that at his workplace, so let’s get this straight alright ? Tomorrow you keep your mouth shut and you tell your little friends or whomever to not say a thing or I’ll have my other model friends put a word out that you guys like screwing around when you’re on the clock”

     Marcel widened his eyes at her look and tone as he clenched his jaw “Maya I-”

“Maya nothing” she snapped back “You really think I didn’t know ? You really think Walter also wouldn’t tell me that you tried to get Alex and Fabio or whatever the fuck his name is to tell Tim for you ? To do your...our dirty work ? He texted me everything just before I got here, how you wanted to tell Tim abruptly and then I’d have to deal with the rest. Alex ? Yeah did you forget I also helped his wife out with her bridesmaid dresses and got to know the both of them really well ? He sent me an instagram DM telling me everything too, basically apologizing for your shitty actions. You’re a spineless little coward Marcel, 3 years and you haven’t changed one damn bit”

  “I-I...it w-wasn’t like that” he stuttered out nervously stepping forward

“Bull shit !” she exclaimed as she slapped him across the face and breathed heavily

Marcel stood back as he rubbed his cheek and gave a frown as his blue eyes stared at hers “I’m sorry, I just….I still love you” he whispered as he left hastily

  Maya sighed as she rubbed the feeling back in her hand and let the makeup artist fix her eyes “Mickey, did you tell him I was here ?”

 “You try saying no to that piece of German goodness” Mickey shook his head “His accent came out and I melted, then he did the whole pleading puppy dog thing with his blue eyes and well, I was sold. I’m sorry Maya, I didn’t realize how big of an issue it would be. You really gave it to him good though, he walked away as if you stomped on his heart”  

“Yeah well I didn’t wanna do that exactly” she admitted “He’s just being sneaky and I hate it, it reminds me of what happened when we were in a bad spot”   

“Well I’ll tell you this girl, Timothy Thatcher is all man and would never do that shit to you” he giggled Maya raised a brow as she let out a chuckled “and how do you know I’m seeing Tim, what’s going on here that I’m not aware of ?”   Mickey smirked as he dabbed some gloss on her lips “Tim from what I’ve seen and heard is quiet but apparently he told some of the guys that you’re gonna go see him and he’s a little...giddy. Now I’ve been working hair and makeup there a while and I’ve been there since he got there and nothing has made that man do a complete 180 like you have”   She blushed as she listened and looked around the room “So you think he...likes me likes me ? Like he wants me to be his...you know ?”   “Girlfriend ?” he chuckled “oh yeah, I heard from Candice, who heard from her husband Johnny who heard from his friend Oney that Tim told him tomorrow was pivotal”  “Oh” she whispered softly as she walked with him “I’m not gonna expect anything though, especially after this whole fiasco. I’m gonna have a nice day with him tomorrow and focus on that. Now let’s get this thing done so I can call him”   “You’re just as whipped as he is” Mickey chuckled as he helped set her up ______________________________________________________________ “What’s with that face ?” Tim asked Oney “You’re red and you’ve been on your phone for like 5 minutes, Oney ?” he sighed as he walked over and took his phone and let out a tight cough “this-this from today ?”   “Yeah” Oney nodded as he took his phone back and put it in his pocket 

“Um all I can and want to say is….you are one very very lucky man Tim, very lucky”

  “I like her for other things besides her looks” Tim rolled his eyes as he grabbed his gym bag “she’s a good person, she’s understanding, she’s really smart and funny. She’s a great cook, she’s super funny” he chuckled “and she-what ? why are you looking at me like that ?”

  Oney grinned as he walked with him to the showers “You really like this girl, it’s not just a little rendezvous like you had thought it’d be. I’ve known you for a while and never have I seen you act this way towards a girl”

  “Don’t” Tim warned as he took off his shirt “It’s just that I like her and I feel she feels the same about me and you know that’s it”

  “So it’s okay if she dates other guys while talking to you ?”

“I never said that” he said almost immediately as he turned around “Why ? Is she ? Have you heard anything ?”

 “Chill out, I was just joking but point proven” Oney chuckled “I say you ask her out, officially like to be your girlfriend”

  Tim nodded as grabbed his things “I was thinking about that after tomorrow”

“I think you should” Oney nods as he looked around “oh look it’s Marcel, shit look at his face” he grimaced

  “What the hell happened to you ?” Tim asked concerned “Your cheek is red as can be, are you okay ?”

“We need to talk” Marcel said sternly “Alone, and it has to be now”

Tim nodded as he changed and followed him outside

   Maya arrived at her apartment as she exited her elevator and saw Tim standing against her door “hey” she grinned “what are you doing here ?”

  “So when were you gonna tell me you were engaged to one of my closest friends ? Or did you plan on keeping that a secret forever ?” he asked wasting no time as he crossed his arms trying his best to stay calm

  Her stomach turned as she blinked trying her best to catch her breath “I-I…. Tim listen, I wanted to tell you I did, I promise I did but things happened and then the Walter thing and I just couldn’t find the appropriate chance to do so but I promise I was. I promise, you have to believe me” Maya pleaded as she reached for his hand flinching when he yanked it back

  “I don’t believe a word you said, I don’t. I don’t even trust anything you’ve told me in the past, probably more lies from you. I’m not gonna insult you or demean you like I did last time because quite frankly...you’re not worth it” he said coldly as he stepped back “Have a nice life and don’t contact me again”    

 “Tim, please don’t do this” she whispered tearfully as she grabbed his arm lightly

“Don’t touch me” he responded quietly as he carefully lifted her hand and placed it by her side “Goodbye Maya”

  He left her apartment quickly, and didn't look back knowing if he saw her face he wouldn’t be able to leave. Once in his car, he wiped his eyes quickly as he turned on the radio and sped off back to his place where he knew he could release his emotions freely and privately

  “What did you do !” she practically screamed into her phone “You fucking told him !”

“It needed to be said” Marcel said quietly “I’m sorry, I am but we both know you were gonna wait it out too long and it would only make things worse. I did this for the both of us”

  “I fucking hate you” she spat out “and I will never ever speak to you again in my life, ever. You’re dead to me” she hung up

  Marcel rubbed his face as he threw his phone across his room and laid down in bed as he looked up at the ceiling and drifted to sleep, trying his hardest to forget about the chaos he selfishly created

  All eyes were on Tim as he entered the Capitol wrestling center the next morning, he heard and saw it all as he walked into the locker room. The looks of pity people gave him, the mumbles and whispers they gave each other as rumours about what had happened at the gym went around. None of it mattered, at least not to him. The damage had been done and if there was one thing that was hurting him other than his heart it was his pride. He knew deep down it had been kept for him for a reason, but the lying and deceiving still hurt.

  “Hey” Marcel said quietly as he opened his locker “Listen I won’t bother you but I just want to say I’m sorry about what happened and it's my fault entirely. Maya wanted to tell you after today” he finally admits “After your match, she wanted you to have a good match and then break it down to you on he own time and I selfishly told you because I still love her and in my stupid head I thought that once you knew and let her know she would somehow want me but instead she told me I’m dead to her”

   Tim nodded as he laced up his boots and didn’t bother to look at him “yeah well, that makes two of us. I don’t want her around me, I don’t wanna hear from her again or anything like that. It’s done and over with and we should just not speak of her again. She’s something of the past and well I’m not gonna hold your past against you”

  Marcel furrowed his brow “Y-you’re not going to attempt to talk to her ? She’s pretty sad Tim….”

“Nope” he shook his head “She’s the one who started this so it ends, I don’t like things like that and I can’t just let it slide by. Her choice was made to lie, so now we leave it at that please. I don’t care nor do I wish to hear about her again”

  “I understand” Marcel nodded as he put on his tracksuit and headed down seeing everyone glare at him as he sped down the hallway to catering sitting down by himself in a table and beckoning over Fabian and Alex “Over here guys”

    “No thanks” Alex muttered as he looked at him and turned around “I prefer not to deal with you unless it’s necessary for tv”

“Agreed” Fabian nodded

“I know it was a mistake okay, you can stop with the harsh punishment.I should have never tried to involve you two either and I’m sorry I did. I regretted this whole thing as soon as I opened my mouth and saw his face. I was selfish and it was wrong, can we just stop now ? Please” he pleaded “I hurt Tim, I hurt Maya, Walter isn’t answering any of my messages or calls. I get it now, I do” Marcel rambled “Please just sit with me, you don’t have to talk to me but just sit with me so I can at least have some company while everyone stares at me”

    “No” they both answered in unison as they shook their heads and left him alone

Marcel looked down as he played with his plate of food feeling all eyes on him as he tried his hardest to ignore the stares and whispers and took out his phone seeing still no messages or calls from Walter and sent one last message   “Hasst du mich jetzt ?” (do you hate me now ?) “Nein, nur sehr enttäuscht” (no, just very disappointed)

He sighed and put his phone away as he shook his head, upset at himself for what he had done but knowing deep down he didn’t regret it. Maya was his one true love, the one person who understood him and helped him cope with the loss of his father and deal with the emotions rather than ignore them and hold them in.

  “Are you gonna go after her ?” Tim asked nonchalantly as he sat with him “because you can, I don’t care”

  “What ?” Marcel asked his head shot up quickly

“Don’t act stupid Marcel, you still love her and I know you did this in a way to get me to be mad at her so I”d leave her alone and therefor you could go after her”

   He knew him so well, so well it truly fucked with him “Yeah” Marcel nodded “I let her go once and it ruined me and now she’s here and right now she wants nothing to do with me but I’ll give her that space and then I’ll fight, I’ll fight like I should’ve fought for her 3 years ago and this time, she’ll end with me” he looked in his older friends eyes “We’ll get that happy ending we both wanted”

  Tim simply give a short nod as he sipped his water “Then go ahead”

Marcel looked around as he got up and left back to the locker room, not wanting to cause anymore awkwardness between them and sat by himself as he listened to music

  “Well if it isn’t the life ruiner” Oney rolled his eyes as he stood in front of him “Are you happy with your actions ? With ruining the one thing giving Tim genuine happiness ?”

  “Oney, please” he rubbed his face “This is something you don’t understand, don’t get involved”

“You ruined the one thing my friend wanted, I’m sure as hell gonna get involved you traitor” he shoved him 

  Marcel sighed “Don’t do this, I don’t have the energy to-” he stumbled back as he held his eye and groaned

“You deserve that and way fucking more” Oney spat out as he left ______________________________________________________________    Maya wiped her eyes for what seemed like the 500th time as she once again got sent to voicemail and let out a frustrated cry getting up when she assumed her takeout was delivered “I said to just leave it at the door” she whined putting on her hoodie “stop knocking !” she finally yelled as she opened the door ready to rage “I clearly said-” her eyes widened at the scene in front of her “what the hell happened to you ?” she asked   

“Oney punched me” Marcel said quietly as he removed the ice bag he had and revealed a bruised and bloodied eye

  “Oney ? That’s Tim’s friend” she said as he remembered his face from the gym

“Yes him, he punched me in the locker room for….for what happened” he said quietly “I needed to get out of there and the only place I could think of was here. I know you hate me and wish I was better off dead but I just had to come. I’ll leave though if you want me to”

  Maya looked up at him as she opened her door and stepped aside “come in”

He stepped inside and sat down on her couch “I’m sorry, I am so so sorry” he whispered “I acted so selfishly”

    “What’s done is done” she whispered “You unfortunately can’t take it back, and truth be told you were right” she admitted “I would’ve just kept waiting and waiting to tell him and let time pass by, in a way what you did benefited me more than anyone Marcel, you did the hardest part and all I had to do was explain myself”

  He shrugged as he bit the inside of his cheek and looked up

“Don’t cry” Maya chuckled weakly “I’ve been crying since last night, and I’m positive I can cry for the both of us and this whole fiasco

  “I’m not” he blinked away tears quickly

“You’re doing the thing, the cheek thing and looking up. You really think I wouldn’t forget how you try to hide emotions after all this time ? she scooted over as she gently patted his hand “You’re the ugliest crier too” she joked trying her best to lighten him up

Marcel gave a light laugh as he sniffled “You’re really good that you know ?”

  Maya gave him a small grin as she dabbed his cheek with a tissue and got the alert of her food delivery “stay for dinner ?”

“Absolutely” he answered as he nodded. Sometimes life truly does work in weird weird ways.

[marvelsdc22]

The Professor And I (pt. 7)

Intro: Hello lovelies!! I hope you’re having a good day/night!! I’m super excited for this part and I hope you guys enjoy it!! :)

Note: Y/N is gender neutral. Lena is a professor. Y/N is a student. Italics mean messages.

Word Count: 1379

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6

Two days after your night with Lena and a bunch of teasing from the Danver sisters, you were walking to your Neuro class while going over the notes since you had studied all night for the test that you had today, only looking up when you ran into someone “I’m so sorry” you apologized, bending down to help the person grab their things that had dropped “Don’t worry about it, it was an accident” the girl said, giving you a small smile as you both stood up “Nia” she said, holding her hand out and causing you to fumble to put everything in one hand “Y/N” you said, smiling at her and checking the time “Where are you heading?” You asked, looking at her “Oh, I was heading to the English building…. But, I think I’m lost” Nia said, looking at the paper in her hands which seemed to be a map of the campus “Oh, I can show you” you said, giving her a smile and knowing you didn’t really have time but you could manage “Thank you!” Nia said, smiling at you and following you as you headed towards the English building “So, where are you from?” You asked, looking at her and wanting to make conversation “Oh, I just moved here from Washington” she said, smiling at you before looking around some “So, what’s it like here?” She asked, brushing some hair behind her ear “Its…” you said, stopping to think since this year alone was crazy for you “There seems to never be a dull moment” you chuckled, stopping in front of a building “And here we are, maybe I’ll see you around?” You asked, looking at her and watching as she gave you a stunning smile “Of course! I owe you one!” She said, giving a quick wave before she headed into the building and you glanced at your watch “Shit” you said before taking off in a sprint towards the science building.

When you got to the lecture hall, you let out a small sigh and looked around, quickly making your way to your seat which Alex had saved for you “Nice of you to join us, Mr./Miss Y/L/N” Lena said, it sounding stern but you knew there was a hint of teasing in her voice “Sorry professor” you said, taking your jacket off since it had started to get cold outside but now you were sweating “You look like you just ran the mile” Alex whispered, looking at you as you grabbed a pencil out of your bag “I practically did, I showed a new person to the English building” you said, relaxing back in your seat and Alex opening her mouth to say something else but getting stopped when Lena set a test in front of her “Good luck” Lena said, lightly running her hand along the back of yours before she went to pass out the rest of the tests, causing your face to turn bright red and you were suddenly glad for having to run.

After the test, you were sitting at your desk in yours and Karas dorm room while Kara was in the bathroom getting ready for her class “Hey Kara… Can I talk to you?” You asked, looking at her when she came out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel “Of course” she said, sitting down on your bed and looking at you “So… You know how I told you about the other night with Lena?” You asked, looking at her and watching her nod before you continued “I think I’m going to talk to her about it tonight” you said, knowing this needed to be talked about between the two of you “You really like her, huh?” Kara asked, looking at you with a small smile since she was glad you had found someone that seemed to make you happy “I do… Yeah there’s a lot of issues we have to sort through… But, I want it to work” you said, looking at your hands and wringing your hands together “Just know I support you and I’m here for you… No matter what happens” Kara said, resting a hand on yours and giving your hand a small squeeze, causing you to smile “Thanks, Kara” you said, smiling at her before pulling her into a hug.

Later that night, you were heading towards Lena’s office and scrolling through your phone when it buzzed with a new message I told you to stay away from her, you’ll regret not listening to me it read, causing you to freeze for a moment and look around “It’s just someone trying to get you scared” you said softly, picking up the pace a bit to get to Lena’s office. After a bit, you made it to Lena’s office and set your things down in their usual spot “Hey, just go ahead and get started, I’m finishing something up” Lena said, giving you a small smile and you nodded as you grabbed the things you needed before plopping down on the couch, getting started on what you could with the exercises that she had for you on the notebook on the table and you getting so focused on the questions that you didn’t see Lena sit down next to you until you felt a pressure on your shoulder, causing your breath to hitch as you glanced at her, her chin resting on your shoulder as she looked over your work “You’re doing good” Lena said, giving you a small smile “Thanks, you’ve been helping me a lot” you said, giving her a small smile before you focused on the work again, you getting about halfway through the last question when you felt Lena wrap an arm around you and you tensed some “Hey Lena… Can we talk?” You asked, turning and looking at her, swallowing hard when you realized how close she was “Of course” Lena said, giving you her full attention but not pulling back “What… What are we doing?” You asked, looking at her and sighing when her brows furrowed in confusion “You’ve been very lovey with me lately and I just want to make sure I know this is going the way I think it is cause-“ you said, getting cut off when Lena’s lips met yours, causing you to freeze before you melted into the kiss and wrapped your arms around Lena’s neck, only stopping when you heard Lena’s phone go off “I should get that” Lena said, giving you another quick peck before getting up to grab her phone while you sent Alex and Kara a panicked message about what just happened.

She kissed you?!?!?!?! – Kara

I just said that, didn’t I? – You

Is she serious though? Have you talked to her yet? – Alex

I don’t know… She got a call so I’ll ask when she’s done – You

Keep us posted – Alex

Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! ;) – Kara

KARA!!! – You

XD – Kara

You looked up from your phone when you felt Lena sit down next to you again “Sorry about that… You wanted to talk?” She asked, looking at you and you nodded as you pocketed your phone “Are you serious about where this is heading? I know you’re with Mon El and I don’t want to disturb that-“ you said, getting cut off by Lena speaking up “Don’t worry about him, I can’t explain it right now but you’ll know everything soon… That blonde I see you with, you two seem… Close” Lena said, figuring if you were asking questions that she would too “Kara? She’s one of my best friends-wait… You thought I was with Kara?” You asked, letting a small laugh slip which got a little louder when you saw her blush “She’s like a sister to me, you have nothing to worry about… But, you never answered me… Are you serious about this?” You asked, looking at her and locking eyes with her, you starting to get anxious when she stayed silent “I’ve never been more serious in my life” Lena said honestly, moving closer to you “Okay” you said softly before she captured your lips once again, you letting out a small breath of relief as you let her push you back against the couch cushions.

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[she-is-tim]

P.S. I miss you | Elu Online Friends AU | Ch.3

Previous Chapters: 1, 2

It’s been since a month now that Eliott started to talk to this interesting boy on instagram. They get along well and it’s just a safe place for him to go back to when things are getting too much in his life. But january is here and he’s about to start at his new school. What he doesn’t expect is to bump into the person he’s been texting with. Suddenly Eliott’s life going upside down as he both tries to approach and avoid Lucas at the same time.

Beers and joints

Eliott was staring at his phone since hours now. He put it on the coffee table right after posting that selfie on insta and didn’t dare to touch it ever since. He was afraid of Lucas’ reaction. He saw that he commented and sent him a few messages in their chat, but he just couldn’t check it. It was only one week, not more than that and the boy would probably understand his reasons, but it was still scary. What if Lucas never wants to speak to him again? What if he does what to speak to him again? How they should act around each other in school now? Should he avoid Lucas? Will Lucas avoid him? All these questions flooded his mind at the same time and he felt like drowning.

He wanted to call Idriss or Sofiane, but for that he would have to touch his phone and if he does, he won’t be able to keep himself away from the app. So instead he put on some music, looking through his vinyl collection, finding some Harry Potter soundtrack be his best distraction. He also collected his pet snake to be his company while he suffers on the couch. He let him to wrap itself around his arm, just chilling there quietly, while he leant back, lighting a rolled cigarette.

It was around midnight when he ran out of tobacco, so he couldn’t smoke anymore, plus the record ended like hours ago, only making some scratchy noises that filled the air. Nagi wandered up from his arm to his shoulders, rolling into a spiral, sleeping peacefully. He got startled when his phone buzzed on the coffee table. He made sure his pet is not falling off his shoulder as he leant forward to grab it, checking the notifications finally. 

He had messages from Sofiane, Idriss, Imane and most importantly Lucas. It took him a few minutes to prepare himself. He was still afraid, but he couldn’t avoid things any longer. First he checked the comment under his photo. Okay, it wasn’t that bad. Then he went to his DMs, opening his chat with the boy.

lucallemant Are you for real?  How could you be such a dick?!  We met TWICE and you said nothing?  Answer me, for fucks sake!  Eli Fuck, say something, Eliott!  You said you can explain, then EXPLAIN Okay, I’m done, going to sleep 

Eliott sighed and rubbed his palm on his face a couple time, cursing under his breath. He was such an idiot for being so scared that he didn’t answer him right away. But this wasn’t making him feel better, because he still had no idea how he should be acting around Lucas in school. Should he approach him and talk about this in person or just avoid him and smooth things out in text? He got up from the couch, pocketing his phone, taking Nagini back to his terrarium, After that he decided to take a quick shower and going to sleep himself too. 

As he walked into the school building, he felt his palms getting sweaty as he was holding onto the straps of his backpack. He was nervous and fucking paranoid, feeling like Lucas could walk up to him at anytime, slapping him on the face and yell at him. Even though that didn’t happen, he still couldn’t relax and he hated himself for not being able to respond to those messages, but he had no idea what could be the best answer. He got startled when someone touched his shoulder, spinning around faster than a tornado, letting out a sigh when he noticed that it’s just Alex.

“Are you okay, bro? You look like you’re going to pass out.” he asked with concern in his voice. Eliott sighed again and messed up his hair a little in frustration. 

“Not really. I haven’t slept much.” he answered honestly. 

“Yeah, you look like a vampire.” he laughed a little and squeezed his shoulder gently. “Will you be okay?” he asked curiously. Eliott wanted to answer, reassuring him that he had much worse nights before when a voice interrupted them, coming from behind Alex.

“He won’t be okay after I finished with him.” the voice was serious and mad, so so mad. Eliott felt his stomach churning as his friend stepped to the side, revealing a really angry looking Lucas, arms crossed in front of his chest, hair looking like he had an argument with a fan and his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes now looked like frozen water, cold and hard. 

“I didn’t know you two knew each other.” Alex said surprised, not understanding the short one’s grumpiness. 

“We do, but can you leave us alone now, Alex? Please.” his voice got softer as he talked to the other boy and Eliott felt just a tiny bit of jealousy because of it. He wanted Lucas to talk to him like that, to not be angry, but be happy, soft and flirty. 

“Sure. See you on class, Eliott.” he said, shooting an apologetic smile and walked away. It was obvious that he knew it’s better not to piss off Lucas even more, but he was also afraid of what’s going to happen to his classmate. Eliott let out a sigh, eyes fixed on the short boy’s face. 

“Hey, Lucas.” He mumbled, regretting the moment he said it, because he could basically see the boy in front of him flaming up. He remembered that moment of Hades from Hercules when he goes full red in anger. Lucas seemed to be not far from looking like that. 

“I so wanna punch you in the face right now.” he huffed, looking at him with sparkling anger in his eyes. 

“Well, you did just that with a door yesterday.” he said with a weak smile on his face, trying to light up the mood somehow.

“Don’t you dare.” Lucas said, raising up his finger. “Don’t you dare bringing up yesterday. I swear to god....”

“I’m sorry, okay.” he sighed, scratching the back of his neck now. “I was staring at my phone for hours, being afraid of your reaction.” he mumbled honestly and looked at the ceiling. “I knew that you’ll be mad... but I couldn’t bring myself to tell you sooner.” he explained, but when he brought his eyes back to the boy’s face, it wasn’t pure anger anymore, but combined with some confusion.

“Wait, you think I am mad because you are who you are?” he asked raising his eyebrows, Eliott felt confused for a minute too. 

“Yeah?” it was more of a question than a statement. 

“Are you serious?” he looked at him like Eliott just said that he’s going to be the next presient or something. “I am fucking mad because you ignored me.” he said seriously, still looking angry. “Yeah, it shocked me when you revealed that fucking handsome face of yours, but I get it why you didn’t tell me sooner.” he sighed, rubbing his hands on his face now in frustration. 

“Did you just call me handsome?” Eliott asked, not believeing his ears anymore. 

“Yeah.” the short boy said with a face that it’s supposed to be obvious information. The tall one could feel the butterflies raising in his stomach, making him feel weird things now. “Fuck, you are such an idiot.” he continued, running his fingers through his hair, making even bigger of a mess out of it. “I barely slept because of you.” 

“Well, same here.” Eliott sighed now and leaned back to the lockers behind him. His heart skipped a beat when a tiny smile appeared on Lucas’ face. 

“Asshole.” he huffed and sighed. “You are just a pain in the ass, I hope you know that.” 

“You always make sure that I don’t forget it.” Eliott responded with a wide smile, to which the short boy rolled his eyes. 

“I’m still mad at you.”

“I know that.”

“Talk later?” he asked, voice chill now and maybe even a bit playful. Eliott couldn’t believe he was so calm and flirty all of the sudden. 

“Okay.” he muttered and watched the boy walking away. He needed a few minutes to collect his thoughts and register the things that just happened between the two of them. He reached for his phone in his pocket, opening instagram to send a text. 

srodulv I’m sorry, really

The reply was basically immediate and Eliott could feel his body tense up as he read it.

lucallemant It’s okay

srodulv See you after school?

lucallemant I’ll check my calendar 

srodulv Very funny

lucallemant My humor is superior 

srodulv So, will you let me make this up to you? 

lucallemant Maybe... 

srodulv At my place, some beer and a joint? 

lucallemant Fine 

srodulv Meet me at the gate after classes 

lucallemant I hate you 

srodulv No you don’t  ❤️

He was smiling at his phone like an idiot, then he walked to his classes. Alex obviously noticed that he was in a much better mood, but wasn’t asking any questions, which Eliott appreciated a lot. But he mentioned a party that he’s going to host this friday. He asked him if he would like to go and of course Eliott agreed to it. Nothing is better to get himself into the school life than attending to parties. 

He was having lunch with Alex and some of the boy’s friends. He tried to join the conversation, but he kept getting distracted by a certain group of boys sitting a few tables away from them. They were way too loud, especially the curly haired one, Basile if he remembers correctly. The worst thing is that Lucas was sitting right across him, so he had a clear view on his face. And damn if he wasn’t the most beautiful human being around. He looked so carefree and beautiful as he laughed at something his friend was rambling about. He got stratled out of his daze when someone snapped his fingers in front of his face. He looked at Alex confused. 

“What?” 

“I asked you a question, Sherlock.” he said rolling his eyes. “Will you bring your crush to the party?” he asked with a playful smirk on his face. The others were talking about a different subject, not paying attention to the two of them, which Eliott was grateful for. 

“I think he will be there. I don’t know.” he shrugged now, eating some of the parta that was laying untouched in front of him since ten minutes now. 

“Is it Lucas?” he asked now, being too impatient with his friend’s mysteriousness and the tall boy could understand him, but he also would rather not talk about this, not until he smooth things out with his little hedgehog. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” he muttered after a minute of silence. 

“You guys had a fight?” he continued the asking and it slowly started to get on Eliott’s nerves. He didn’t like it when people were nosy around him or tried to get into his personal life without his consent. He could feel the anger inside him build up, so he grabbed his tray from the table and got up.

“Gotta go.” that was the only thing he said before he stormed out of the cafeteria, leaving the tray on the shelf by the entrance. 

He made his way to one of the bathrooms and locked himself in a stall, sitting up on the toilet, legs pulled up to his chest. This was just so unnecessary, but he couldn’t control his own emotions. His whole day was a fucking ride on a rollercoaster and usually that was when his illness liked to kick in. He also forgot to take his medicines last night, which was also making things worse than they already were. He decided to skip the next class, trying to avoid a possible freakout in front of everyone. 

He sighed when he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. He really hoped that it’s not Alex, because he had no idea what kind of excuse he could make up to his sudden leave. He tried to avoid letting anyone know about his mental health and his struggles. It’s easier to let people think that you are an asshole rather than they think you are crazy or look at you with pity. He fished the device out of his pocket and checked his notifications. 

lucallemant Are you okay?  I saw you storming out of the cafeteria

srodulv I’ll be fine 

He looked at the ceiling and let the feeling of warmth spread in his chest. How fucking lucky he was to have someone in his life like Lucas. Even if he was mad at him, he was still worried, trying to reach out when he saw that Eliott was not feeling okay. 

lucallemant You need me to go there?  Where are you? 

srodulv In the bathroom  And no, stay with your friends

lucallemant You are my friend too 

srodulv Ouch, straight up to the friendzone?  You have no mercy

lucallemant Fuck you 

srodulv  ❤️

lucallemant But seriously I can go there if you want

srodulv I kinda wanna be alone right now

lucallemant Do you want me to stop with the texts? 

srodulv No, that’s fine  You are kinda my safe place anyways

lucallemant I’m still mad at you, just so you know 

srodulv I know and I’m sorry 

lucallemant Stop apologizing  You’re being annoying

srodulv Yeah, breaking news

lucallemant Gotta go to class soon Text me if you need anything, yeah? 

srodulv Don’t worry, mom I will be fine 

lucallemant Did you just momzoned me?  You ass 

srodulv Go to class, Lucas  ❤️

lucallemant Have fun in the toilet  ❤️

Eliott giggled just a little, but then he noticed that Lucas also posted a picture on insta. When he saw it, his heart started to beat faster, huge grin appearing on his face. Suddenly he felt much more better, thanks to his idiot hedgehog. 

His classes ended around 15:35, so he just packed up his stuff and made his way towards the gate, waiting for Lucas there. He obviously apologized to Alex when he went to the next class after the one he skipped. The boy was a bit confused, but didn’t ask anything, but reassured him that he is not mad at all. Eliott felt even more guilty, since it would be easier to have him angry than being understanding, cause now he felt like shit for being mad at the guy. 

“Hey” 

He nearly dropped his phone that he was staring at since long minutes now when he heard the voice behind him. He quickly slid it into his back pocket, turning around to see Lucas standing behind him with a smug smile on his face. Eliott had to swallow, because he just looked so fucking handsome with his disheveled hair, piercing blue eyes and that fucking grey scarf wrapped around his neck. 

“Hey” he gasped after getting over the waves of emotions he got just by seeing the short boy in front of him. 

“So, we’re going to your place?” he asked, raising his eyebrows almost in a playful way. 

“Yeah, of course.” he mumbled, still shocked by the other’s behavior. He knew that Lucas was a flirtatious little shit, but to be like this face to face too was kind of shocking. Especially since he was supposed to be a closeted gay person. 

Eliott took a deep breath now, walking to the bus stop with the short boy behind him. They weren’t talking much and it was still relaxing. Just the fact that Lucas was there next to him was so soothing and calming that they needed no words to be said. The bus came rather quickly, so they got in and took the ride to Eliott’s place. The apartment wasn’t too far from the stop and they still haven’t talked to each other. 

When they were upstairs, he unlocked the door, opening it and holding it while Lucas walked inside too. After he closed, he took off his bag and his jacket too, putting it on the rack next to the door. He waited for the boy to do the same, leaving his backpack under the jackets and he lead their way into the messy living room. He was just slightly embarrassed by the crumpled papers, empty bottles and pens laying all around on the ground. 

“This place is a mess.” Lucas stated after looking around and Eliott could feel his cheeks heating up in shame. 

“Yeah, I wasn’t really in the mood to clean up last night.” he mumbled, walking past the short boy to throw out the papers and take the bottles to the kitchen. 

“It’s fine, I usually have a bigger mess in my room.” he said with a soft smile and like he’s being home, flopped down on the couch, making himself comfortable. Eliott had to suppress a victorious smile, since he still had to redeem himself to the other. 

“So, you want a beer?” he asked from the kitchen, raising his voice a little, so the boy can hear him clearly.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Lucas responded, so he grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge walking back to the living room. He opened them using his lighter, just catching an impressed look on the boy’s face before it disappeared. He handed him the beer and held his own, sitting down in the armchair across from the other. 

“So you’re living here alone?” he asked after long minutes of silence, taking a sip of his beer. 

“Well, I have Nagini, but basically yes.” he replied with a soft smile. It was nice to have a regular conversation with the boy. 

“Oh yeah, the snake.” Lucas mumbled, gulping down the rest of his drink. 

“Is there something wrong with my pet?” Eliott raised an eyebrow.

“No... well, I’m not really a fan of reptiles, to be honest.” he admitted and leant back on the couch, looking at the ceiling. He looked beaitful like this, his neck finally not covered by a scarf, revealing a mole close to the neck of his shirt. He wanted to kiss it so badly, but he tried to bury these feelings for now. 

“Don’t worry, he’s not wandering around in the apartment or something.” he joked, his face lighting up when a soft smile appeared on Lucas’ face. 

“Jerk.” that was all he said and he continued to stare at the ceiling. 

A few hours later they were in a much better mood, hence they had smoked two joints and drank three bottles of beer. Eliott was laying on the floor, legs pulled up so he could rest his sketchbook on his thighs as he was drawing. Meanwhile Lucas claimed the sofa to himself, head on the armrest while he legs pulled up enough so he can fit completely on the furniture. He was humming some melody that was stuck in his head while drumming on his legs. Eliott liked this a lot, it calmed him as he listened to the short boy. 

“It’s getting late.” Eliott mumbled when he finished drawing and looked at his phone. It was 20:15 already, they were together since four hours now. It was so unbelieveable, since for him it seemed like an hour or even less. 

“Mika is going to kill me.” Lucas sighed and glanced at the other boy, not even making an effort to get up from the couch. “And tomorrow is school.” he groaned and stretched his legs out. 

“Yeah, your phone won’t stop buzzing since you posted that picture.” he chuckled, looking at the coffee table not far from his head, still laying on the floor. Both of their phones were there, since like an hour now when they decided they need some peace and quiet. 

“I should not post on instagram while being high.” he muttered and turned to his side, watching the tall one. “I have to answer a shit ton of questions now.” 

“Like who is that hot dude on your insta?” he asked with a wide smirk on his face. 

“Shut up, Eli!” he grumbled and got up from the sofa finally, stretching his body with a few moves, then looking down at the tall one, who was still on the floor. “Get up your ass and walk me out!” he demanded with a serious look on his face which made Eliott laugh. He slowly pushed himself up and put his sketchbook on the coffee table, watching Lucas pocketing his phone. They walked to the door silently. The short one put on his jacket and then grabbed his backpack. Eliott opened the door for him and he kapt standing there as he walked out, turning back to face him. 

“Well, take care on your way home.” the tall one said after a whole minute of intense staring at each other. 

“Yeah, thanks for this.” he said with a genuine smile on his face.

“No big deal. Text me when you got home, yeah?” he asked softly and had to suppress a giggle when the short boy rolled his eyes. 

“Stop being like this.” 

“Fine. See you at school tomorrow?” he tilted his head, flashing a charming smile towards the boy, enjoying his returned confidence. It was still making him nervous being so close to someone he was crushing on since a while now, but the alcohol and weed combo inside him helped a lot to push that down. 

“Sure, I think the girls will have questions to both of us.” he sighed, but a smug smile appeared on his face, like he enjoyed the situation. 

“Well, we are just two buds, hanging out after school, right?” he winked playfully which made the short one laugh. 

“Okay, good night, Eliott.” he said and started to walk towards the stairs. 

“Good night, Lucas.” he muttered and walked back inside, closing the door and then leaning his back to it. His face hurt from the huge grin he had on it, but he couldn’t care less. He spent hours together with Lucas, he posted a picture of him on his instagram and it was just so perfect. 

Okay guys, this is really going to be a soft love story of two idiots! I hope you liked this chapter, make sure to leave feedback in my inbox or a comment on Ao3! I really love writing this shit and I hope you guys enjoy reading it too. We all need some fluffy Elu shit to read, Am I right? Bisou

[rawmeanderson]

so you know what’s on my mind ― part I

plot: SURPRISE, PLD likes older women ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (age range 25-28) warnings: cursing, drinking, mentions of sex???? word count: 5.1k also featuring: Boone, Jonesy, Andyman, Zach, and Ryan

As soon as you take the shot, you’re grimacing, shaking your head as you place the glass down on the table top. Seth seems to be having the same reaction, quickly reaching for his beer as a chaser.

“Fuck, Boone, this is why we never let you order the shots anymore,” you tease, laughing as you reach for your hard cider, taking a couple of long drinks. Boone just shrugs, grinning. Part of you wonders if he just likes seeing his friends in pain because of him.

“Yeah, dude, that was fucking nasty,” Seth says, shaking his head as he picks his phone up.

It was good to be out with them again, to have them back in Columbus. The season was starting up again soon, and the Blue Jackets players were slowly returning to the city, which meant you had some of your favorite drinking buddies back. You’d known Seth for as long as you could remember, and you’d ended up in Columbus for a job before he was traded. His teammates quickly became your friends as well, and you could out-drink most of them. They were all good guys, and you were happy to have them back in town after a long off-season.

You can feel that shot creeping up on you as the three of you catch up, a smile wide on your face as Boone and Seth talk about their trip to Nashville with Josh. Nothing exciting had been going on in your life, and you tease them the part of that had to do with the fact that they’d all be out enjoying the off season while you were stuck in the city. As Boone tries to convince you to do another shot, Seth’s attention is on his phone, and he puts it facedown on the table a second later.  

“I’ve been trying to get Andyman and PLD to come out, but Andy’s not answering and Luc says he’s busy playing COD,” Seth says, shrugging as he took a drink of his beer.

Boone snorts quietly, a grin sliding onto his features. “Tell Luc that Y/N’s here, that’ll get his attention,” he chimes in, making Seth roll his eyes.

You frown in confusion, exhaling a short laugh. “What do I have to do with it?” you ask, hand coming up to push your hair out of your face. You’re frowning, wondering if you’d missed something. Boone’s about to open his mouth again when Seth shoots him a look, and you sigh, shaking your head. “Did I miss something?”

“Nah, Luc just thinks you’re a hottie,” Boone says quickly before Seth can jump in to shut him up. Your eyebrows raise and you can’t help but laugh. That certainly wasn’t what you’d expected to hear, considering you’re more than half a decade older than him. Seth is obviously annoyed that Boone had said anything, and your brows knit together again as you try to piece together what’s happening at the table.

“Dude, this is why nobody fuckin’ tells you anything,” Seth says, scoffing softly as he finishes off his beer before excusing himself to go up to the bar for another. It was no secret that Boone had a tendency to let slip things that he shouldn’t, and he didn’t quite seem to care considering he never made any real effort to keep his mouth shut.

“So, when did PLD say that exactly?” you question, leaning into the table a bit more now that Seth wasn’t around to give Boone shit for spilling the beans. It was a lot to digest, and really, you were curious. Had he outrightly said it? Was it just in passing? The specifics of it nearly had your head spinning.

“He’s said it a couple of times, I guess,” he answers, shrugging slightly. “Anytime we invite him anywhere, he asks if you’re gonna be there. One time we were all teasin’ him about you and he got all blushy. I’m pretty sure he’s been working up the nerve to ask Seth for your number. Seems to me like the kid’s got it bad for you.”

“You sound a little jealous,” you tease, grinning at him. Boone laughs softly and shrugs again.

“Well, can’t say I don’t blame him.” Boone shoots you a wink, and you feel heat rise up your neck as you bite your lip to suppress a wider grin. You and Boone have hooked up a number of times in the past, just casually whenever the both of you were single.

A soft hum is really the only response you’ve got, knowing your own cheeks were a little flushed. Obviously, Pierre was a good looking guy, talented and sweet, and surely, he had his pick of any girl in the city, especially with Ohio State being practically right around the corner. Your self-confidence had wavered in years past, but you felt that you’d grown into yourself, and now, knowing Pierre was into you made your ego swell a bit. Taking a sip of beer, you reach for your phone and idly open Instagram, you’re still surprised by what Boone had told you. You’ve had a bit of a crush on Josh for quite a while now, and you feel like he’s been flirting with you more often lately.

Your mind start to wander within a moment, but Seth returns to the table. He’s gotten another hard cider for you and you thank him quietly as he sets it in front of you. “What’d I miss, huh? You tell her anything else you shouldn’t have?” he asks, eyes on Boone with a disappointed look on his face. It takes everything you have not to laugh, finishing off your first drink quickly, and Boone’s only response is to roll his eyes.

Obviously trying to change the subject, Boone asks how your summer was. Your response is to grin knowingly before you shrug, taking a quick sip from the bottle in front of you. “It was alright, I guess,” you say, fingers idly toying with the bottle. “Just worked and tried to live vicariously through you guys on all of your trips, really.” You’re grinning, exhaling a soft laugh as you glance at Seth. “Did Josh ever text you back?”

“Yeah, he’s up in Cleveland with Wenny at an Indians game, but he said to let him know the next

time we head out for a drink,” Seth responded, slipping his phone into his pocket. You nod simply and return your attention to your drink.

The three of you didn’t stay out together much longer, mostly since you had to get up for work in the morning. Boone decides to stay at the bar and Seth offered to give you a ride home, even though you only lived a couple of blocks away.

“Hey, I know it probably goes without saying, but don’t tell Luc what Boone said,” Seth say as the pair of you climb the stairs of the parking garage on the way to his car. You glance at him and laugh softly.

“Seth, what do you expect me to say? ‘So, Boone told me you were into me, is that true?’ C’mon, you know I wouldn’t do that,” you say, chuckling as you adjust your bag on your shoulder as the two of you step off the stairs. He scoffs at your comment and shrugs as he reaches into his pocket for his keys as you start approach his vehicle.

“Yeah, I know, but Luc wants your number so bad, and I’m having fun making him work for it, so I don’t want you making it easy on him.” Seth glances at you then with a grin and you roll your eyes, grateful that he’d look away as you feel your cheeks flush. You’re curious as to how exactly Seth is exploiting Pierre’s interest in getting your number, but you decide it’s best not to ask.

“We follow each other on Instagram, is he afraid to slide into my DMs or something?” you ask as Seth unlocks the vehicle and you slide into the passenger seat.

“Personally, I think he’s worried I’ll be pissed if he doesn’t have my approval or anything.” Seth sounds way too amused with all of this, glancing at you with a grin that makes you scoff. “I’ve let him know that you’re free to do whatever you want, including him or Boone.” His last comment earns a look of irritation from you that Seth meets with the same grin as before as he backed out of his parking spot.

“Please tell me you didn’t phrase it like that,” you say with a nervous chuckle. Truthfully, Seth only knew about Boone because he’d walked in on the pair of you a while back, and he brought it up every chance he got.

“Nah, I didn’t, I just like teasing you about it.” You roll your eyes then, shaking your head as you fight back a grin. You know that you’re blushing, you can feel the heat in your cheeks, and you turn your head to look out the window in an attempt to hide it.

By the time you wake up in the morning, the conversations from the night before are rather forgotten. Always lazy when you first wake up, you lay in bed and scroll through social media on your phone for a while before forcing yourself out of bed. Pierre had posted something to his Instagram story about his Call of Duty adventures from the night before, and grinning to yourself, you can’t help but reply to it with a quick “Hope the game was worth missing Boone get shut down by every girl at the bar!” As soon as you hit send, you regret it, biting your lip as you drop your phone on the end table and force yourself out of bed to get in the shower.

You forgot about replying to his story until you saw he’d responded when you were scrolling through Instagram on your lunch break at work. His response of “I thought that happened every time you guys went out” got a snort out of you, and you had to admit that he wasn’t wrong.

Taking a sip from your bottle of water, you were grinning as you typed out “Okay, you’re right, but still, missed seeing you! We’ll have to get together soon.” You felt antsy, giddy when you sent the message and couldn’t help but roll your eyes at yourself. It’d been ages since you’d flirted with a 20 year old, and you’d never been good at it, even when you were that age.

For the rest of the work day, you were thinking about Pierre. He’d messaged you back, agreeing that you guys needed to get together soon. You thought about giving him your number, but you knew Seth would be ticked if you ruined his fun already. Tapping your nails on your desk, you quickly Google the Blue Jackets schedule and you make a mental note to go shopping for a shirt with Pierre’s number on it to wear to a game.

A week passes, and Seth talked you into cooking dinner for a bunch of the guys. They all had a weak spot for your alfredo recipe, and really, who were you to say no, especially when Seth had Boone, Josh, and Zach text you, all saying please in an attempt to coerce you into cooking for them. Pierre even sent you a pouty faced selfie on Instagram, and really, that was what made you give in. Seth’s place was bigger, so he hosted everyone, even did the grocery shopping for everything you’d need. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love cooking for the guys, especially when Seth practically had them begging you.

You spent most of the day at Seth’s, just lounging on his couch as he played video games. You were excited to see everyone, especially the guys that you hadn’t seen since their season ended in April. Pierre had messaged you on Instagram the night before to ask if he should bring anything, and it made you smile. You’d told him not to worry about bringing anything, to let Seth go ahead and pay for everything pertaining to the little dinner party.

You’re making yourself busy in the kitchen as the guys started to show up, pausing here and there to greet them as they arrived. Zach arrives with a couple of bottles of wine and as you hugged him, you teased that it was nice that he was the one buying the wine now instead of you. He laughs says that it’s nice to see you, and as he leaves the kitchen, you hear him tell Seth that Ryan’s running late. A few minutes later, Boone and Josh show up at the same time, both of them coming into the kitchen to greet you.

“God, it smells incredible,” Josh says, placing the six pack of beer he’d brought on the counter as he approaches you. His arms looping around you in a tight hug as you chuckle, your arms wrapping around him comfortably. You can tell that he’s looking over your shoulder easily to scope out the progress of dinner, leaning into you a bit more. Yeah, that crush was still in full force, that was for sure.

“Glad to hear it,” you tell him, pulling back with a grin. From the corner of your eye, you see Boone try to swipe a piece of chicken from the skillet and you’re quick to slap his hand away, shooting him a warning look. He looks annoyed, but he’s grinning all the while and shooting you a wink as he moves out to the living room to where the rest of the guys were relaxing. You turn your attention back to Josh then, smile never leaving your face. “How was your summer? I heard you had a great time in Nashville!”

“Yeah, we really did. I wish you’d been able to join us, I always feel better when you’re there to supervise us,” Josh says, grinning back at you in a way that makes your cheeks flush. Not wanting him to see your blush, you turn back to the stove, trying to make yourself look busy as you quickly stir the linguine boiling in a pot. You can feel his eyes on you and it makes you feel a bit clumsy, accidentally splashing some of the boiling water on the stovetop. “You need help with anything?”

His question surprises you and you give him a quick smile as you shake your head. “Nah, I’ve got everything under control in here, go ahead and relax with the guys,” you say, gathering your hair up to tie it into a ponytail with the elastic around your wrist. Josh licks his lips as he nods, grabbing a bottle from his pack of beer and putting the rest in the refrigerator.

“Just yell for me if you need anything,” he tells you, and you nod with a smile as he leaves the kitchen.

Cooking for that many hockey players was never easy, and you may have gone a little overboard with how much food you were making, but hey, at least there’d be enough for everyone to have their fill. The broccoli was done steaming, so you turned off the burner, returning your attention to the alfredo sauce, stirring it with a whisk. Humming to yourself as you reached for the pepper grinder, you heard the front door open then close, and you glance up to see Pierre stepping into the kitchen.

“Hey, am I late?” he asks, sounding a little breathless as he looks from you to the food still cooking on the stove. Grinding some salt into the pasta sauce, you grin at him and shake your head as he moves into the kitchen.

“Nope, just in time. Everything’s almost done,” you tell him, putting down the pepper mill and tucking a bit of hair behind your ear. Glancing at the food still cooking on the stovetop, you decide you’ve got the chance to turn to Pierre with a wide grin, reaching up to pull him into a big hug. “It’s good to see you!”

You can tell he was a little surprised that you’d hugged him, his arm slowly rising to wrap around, his hand sliding over your back. He holds your body firm against his for a moment, and god, he smells so fucking good. Really, you could’ve stood there like that for hours, but sadly, you had more than half a dozen professional hockey players waiting on dinner. When you pull back, it looks like he’s blushing, and you turn back to the stove top as you feel yourself start to flush as well.

“How was your summer?” Pierre asks a second later after clearing his throat. You hear him move and as you stir the pasta again, you glance back at him. He’s leaning back against the counter then, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you.

“It was good!” you say, voice a bit too chirpy for your liking, a little nervous under his eye then. Clearing your throat, you try to focus on cooking again but it’s easier said than done. “I mostly just worked, really, nothing really exciting. How was yours though? It looks like you took some great trips.” You shift your weight from one foot to another and you hear him take a step closer to you.

“Yeah, it was good, but I’m ready to get back on the ice,” he says, and just from his tone, you can tell that he’s nodding. “Do you need help with anything?”

Sprinkling parmesan into the alfredo sauce, you hum softly, thinking over what still needs done. “You can test the pasta if you want, see if it’s done,” you say, nodding toward the pot of boiling pasta.

From the corner of your eye, you see him nod, reaching for the pasta spoon. He struggles a bit, every bit of the linguine sliding right off the spoon and he curses under your breath. You can’t help but laugh softly since you’ve always had the same problem. Pierre starts laughing along with you, shaking his head as he finally nabs a piece of pasta.

“Nicely done,” you tease, glancing up at him as you turn over the pieces of chicken breast in the skillet.

“Thanks,” he mutters, nudging you gently with his elbow before tasting the linguine. He takes a second to contemplate it, then shaking his head quickly. “Needs another minute.” Exhaling a soft laugh, you nod, thanking him softly for his valued opinion. That gets another laugh out of him, and you hear him take a breath like he’s about to say something, but instead, you both turn your heads as Seth enters the kitchen.

“Boone’s bitching about being hungry,” Seth says with an exasperated look. You roll your eyes as he continues, “Should I go ahead and take plates out to the table?”

“Yeah, go ahead. Only a couple more minutes,” you tell him and he nods, grabbing the plates and silverware you’d set out earlier.

Beside you, Pierre was stirring the pasta again, tasting another piece a moment later and nodding then. “Yeah, it’s done,” he confirms and he’s looking at you for further instruction.

“Collander’s in the cabinet next to the sink,” you say, nodding your head in back in the general direction of the sink.

You feel rather proud that everything on the stovetop had finished at the same time, so you were just waiting on the breadsticks to finish in the oven. After turning off the burners, you sprinkle some parsley, oregano, and a bit more parmesan into the sauce and stir a bit longer as you wait for it to thicken. Glancing over your shoulder, Pierre’s draining the pasta, obviously concentrating on making sure not to spill water everywhere.

“Want to tell everyone to come get plates?” you ask, reaching to turn the oven off as the timer on your phone sounds to let you know that the breadsticks are done. He nods in response to your question, and you’re quick to get the breadsticks from the oven, humming in approval at the fact that they were perfectly golden. After moving them to a cooling rack, you move to set everything out on the counter for the guys to make their plates, knowing it was a hell of a lot easier if they served themselves.

The guys filter into the kitchen quickly, all of them groaning appreciatively at the food laid out in front of them. Ryan had showed up without you noticing, and you’re quick to give him a hug as he scoops pasta onto his plate. “Thanks for dinner, Mom,” he teases, chuckling a bit as you roll your eyes.

Everyone knows to help themselves, and as they make their plates, you start cleaning up a bit to save time later despite Seth telling you not to worry about it. He always said that, despite knowing you’d never listen, and everyone makes sure to thank you as they head out to the dining room. You’d made enough pasta, chicken, broccoli, alfredo sauce, and breadsticks to nearly feed the whole damn team, but really, you enjoyed cooking for them, especially considering you hadn’t seen most of them in months.

Once everyone’s gotten their food, you make yourself a plate before pulling a bottle of hard cider from the fridge. You’re twisting the cap off when Pierre comes back into the kitchen, plate in hand, and you raise your eyebrows as you look at him.

“What’s up? You back for seconds already?” you ask teasingly, grinning at him.

He laughs quietly, sounding a bit nervous as he shakes his head. “No, I thought you were cleaning up already, I was going to see if you wanted any help,” he says, meeting your eye then.

You smile at his sweetness, shaking your head back at him. “Nah, Seth is the one who gets to clean up,” you say, chuckling before taking a sip from the bottle in your hand. “I was just waiting for everyone to get their food first. I was about to come sit down, don’t worry.” You flash him wide grin as you take a breadstick, making sure to grab a fork.

At the table, you end up sitting between Josh and Pierre, and if you had to guess based on the smirk on his face, Seth had made sure you ended up between the two of them. Ryan and Zach left pretty quickly after dinner, letting you tease them about eating, then ditching the party. To make up for it, Zach let you have the unopened bottle of wine in the fridge which was fine by you.

You spent the rest of the evening with a nice buzz, relaxing on the couch. Boone, Pierre, and Josh hung around for a while, all of you debating what to watch as Seth cleaned up after dinner. You’re comfortable around them, crushes and history aside, they were your best friends for the most part, and it was nice getting to spend time with them after the off season. Really, you were taking up most of the couch, and Josh had moved you feet to sit down, only to let you put your feet back in his lap. Boone had texted you a simple “👀👀👀” when he noticed, and you felt heat rising up the back of your neck. Pierre was sitting in the arm chair and you noticed him stealing glances at you, which did nothing to help the way you were flushing. He looks tense and you try to ignore it, Boone’s words from the week before rattling around your brain.

After a while, you decide that it’s time to head home, and Pierre stands up at the same time you do, announcing he should get going as well. You say your goodbyes, and Josh stands up to hug you, as does Boone. As your hugging him, Boone teases you that Luc had only been sticking around because you were still there, and immediately, you nudge him in the ribs as you roll your eyes. You know he’s not wrong, but either way, you’re blushing by the time you pull away.

In the elevator down to the parking garage, you and Pierre both stand there in a silence that weighs heavy between you. You’re biting your lip, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, and when he clears his throat, your eyes lift to his, expecting him to say something.

“Thanks for making dinner, by the way,” he says, the words coming out a little rushed, and you smile up at him. “I always forget how good your cooking is.” He laughs then, sounding a little bashful and you shrug. He looks so young then as you look up at him. Somehow, you’d forgotten just how tall he was over the summer, and just looking at him, it’s easy to forget that he’s so much younger than you.

“I like cooking for you guys, plus, I figure you guys could always go for a home cooked meal, given how often you guys are on the road,” you say, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear as the elevator stops in the parking garage. He lets you step out first, following as you head toward your SUV.

“Yeah, it’s nice not having to order out or try to cook on my own,” he admits with a grin, and the fact that he had added the ‘try to cook’ in there got a laugh out of you.

Really, you’re not sure if it was the way he’d been stealing glances at you earlier, or that he’d been so eager to help you out, but you decide that Seth’s had enough fun for himself. “Let me give you my number, that way whenever you don’t feel like trying to cook, you can just bug me and I’ll cook for you,” you tell him, fishing in your bag for your keys so you can unlock your vehicle.

Pierre’s clearly surprised, his cheeks flushing when you look up at him. He stammers for a second, shaking his head. “No, uh, you don’t have to do that, I’ll survive, don’t worry about me,” he says, licking his lips nervously.

Biting your lip, you smile at him, enjoying the fact that you’d got him flustered like that. “I don’t have to do what, cook for you, or give you my number?” you ask, teasing tone obvious in your voice. That only makes him flush a deeper shade of pink.

“Well, I mean, either, really,” he says, laughing finally as he brings a hand up to push through his hair. The pair of you have arrived at your vehicle and you can see his a few spaces down. He reaches into his pocket for his phone, focusing his attention on it which gives you the chance to watch him for a moment.

You find his nervousness sweet and really, it’s helping your nerves as well. Flirting had never been your strong suit, especially not when it came to guys like Pierre who easily could’ve had his pick of whoever he wanted. That much could be obvious given your crush on Josh had been ongoing for a couple of years now, and you’d never even tried to make a move. Your conversation with Boone at the bar last week was still replaying in your mind constantly, and you were proud of yourself for taking the step to give him your number.

He still looks nervous when he hands you his phone, his eyes moving over your features in a way that makes you take a breath, forcing yourself to focus on putting your number in his contacts. You save your contact information and hand his phone back to him with a smile.

“Text me whenever you want. It’s hard cooking for one, you can come over anytime,” you tell me, grinning still. The air feels heavy between the two of you and he nods, smiling bashfully still as he slips his phone back into his pocket. You were chewing on the inside of your cheek, taking a deep breath then as reached to open the car door. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” he says with a smile, looking a bit proud of himself then as he nodded before turning to head to his own car.

Despite being a grown adult, you spend the next several days checking your phone obsessively to see if Pierre had texted you, but he hadn’t. Seth had made sure to tease you about how you’d been pretty cozy with Josh after dinner, and you took that opportunity to let him know that you’d given Pierre your number. Honestly, the admission had backfired on you, given the fact that he now got to tease you about Pierre too.

You’re getting ready for bed one night, washing your face, when you hear your phone chime. You pick it up and see a message from a number not in your contacts, and immediately, you grin.

MAYBE: Pierre ― hey, it’s Pierre. Are you free next weekend? Like, all weekend?

Before texting him back, you check your calendar and your emails, just to make sure you were free. You take a moment to save his number to your contacts before responding to him.

You ― I’m pretty sure. Why, what’s up? You tired of trying to cook for yourself?Pierre ― Yeah, but that’s not why i’m asking 😂 Pierre ― Boone, Seth, and I are renting a cabin up by Niagara Falls for a couple of days and I thought you might like to come.

A wide grin slides onto your face as you read his message, and you bite your lip as you type out your response.

You ― Count me in! We’ll go over plans soon!

Personally, you’re a little offended that the invitation had come from Pierre rather than Seth or Boone,and you decide you ought to let the know that.

You ― I can’t believe my invite for Niagara came from PLD and not either of you assholes

After sending the message, you switch back to scrolling through Instagram aimlessly until your phone buzzes in your hand.

Boone ― holy shit Seth ― HA! Seth ― looks like Boone’s paying for the cottage 😂 You ― what the fuck are you guys talking about? Boone ― Luc was bugging Seth about inviting you to go with us Boone ― so Seth told him if Luc wanted you there, he had to invite you himself Seth ― yeah, and Boone didn’t think he would, so we bet on it 😎 You ― of course you fucking did 🙄 Seth ― hey, now that you’re going, would you mind driving?

[cannedapricot]

Instagram Famous! Bae Jinyoung

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baejin never even thought about having 200k followers when he first opened his account

it just happened

he woke up to 739203 notifications after posting a selfie lol

posts once a blue moon

but people still follow him juST IN CASE HE POSTS A SELFIE SOON!!

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to the world he seems like a quiet dude who stepped out of a comic book 

but to his classmates, friends and family, he’s just a normal neighborhood boy 

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“a fan of bae jinyoung? he’s in the toliet pissing rn lol you can wait for him if you want”

you followed baejin on accident one day lmao

you were preparing to move to a better house in a better area 

while shoving everything into boxes, you were dyING

WHO KNEW YOU HAD SO MUCH UNIMPORTANT SHIT

deciding to take breather, you flopped down onto your bed and starting going through instagram

you know the thing

is

is it called discover ? ?? ?

the magnifying glass thing

oh it’s called the explore page

i don’t go on instagram a lot wheezes thanks once again google

moviNG ON FROM MY LACK OF KNOWLEDGE ABOUT INSTAGRAM

you were scrolling through that for some unknown reason

and you stumble across a picture of a p u p p e r !!!

guess who posted it!!!

that’s right!! baejin did!!

it wasn’t his dog but it was daehwi’s so it might as well be his tbh

you left a like 

and it was then that your mother decided that it was the perfect time to check on you

“y/n!! how are you going-”

YOU SCRAMBLE OUT OF BED TO PRETEND TO BE DOING SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE

BUT YOUR MOM CATCHES YOU IN THE ACT LMAO

YOUR FINGER ALSO SLIPS AND PRESSES THE FOLLOW BUTTON

AND YOU DON’T NOTICE

until a few days later when baejin follows you back

you’re like

???

because why is an ulzzang or smt following you

so you go on his profile to do some snooping

and uh yoU’RE FOLLOWING HIM????

BUT WHY DID HE FOLLOW YOU BACK

YOUR ACCOUNT WAS JUST FULL OF YOUR COUSIN’S PUPPER

HM

ALL THESE QUESTIONS

so you did what everyone would do

ask google

jk that’s just me

you shoot him a dm asking if you knew him

jinyoung just simply replied,

“nope”

????????????

baejin doesn’t follow back unless you’re a celebrity he likes or his classmate

but yOU POST PUPPY PICTURES SO

HE SWEARS HIS FINGER PRESSED THE FOLLOW BUTTON BY ITSELF

basically baejin’s only there for the dog posts

“i just like your dog”

you don’t really ask him more

he seemed intimidating and didn’t seem like he wanted to talk to you,,,,

HIS CURT REPLY WASN’T MEANT TO MAKE YOU THINK THAT WAY SUFOBSB

you moved house right

so your parents were like

“y/n go take these cookies over to the neighbors, we’re gonna be busy all day with adult stuff”

”aiight”

the house on your left belonged to a cute elderly couple

the moment they saw you they started cooing over you

the house on your right belonged to a small family

“oh! you look like you’re around the same age as my son!!! he’s out with friends right now but come by anytime soon! we’d love to introduce you to him!”

thIS ISN’T NEIGHBOR! JINYOUNG I SWEAR

so you return home in glory

from surviving awkward neighbor conversations

your mom calls you over because youR NEW SCHOOL UNIFORM ARRIVED!!!

SCREAMS

NOT BECAUSE OF NEW UNIFORM

BECAUSE OF NEW SCHOOL

AM I REALLY WRITING A CLICHE?

YES

this is like some kind of twilight rip off or smt lmao

come monday

you were a nervous wreck

lord knows if your peers would accept you

you woke up super early 

more like you didn’t sleep but ok

you bid your sleepy parents farewell and shuffled your way to school lol

you greeted the front desk and they took you to the teacher’s office

where you dealt with 429794 papers

and made sure fOR THE 5000000TH TIME THAT YES THAT’S YOUR HOME NUMBER AND YES THAT’S YOUR DAD’S NAME

it took a while but eventually the bell rings and you follow your homeroom teacher to your brand new classroom!

the teacher goes in to make them shut up first lol

“good morning kids”

ignoredt™

“i sAID GOOD MORNING”

achievement get!!! get the attention of your class!!

“we have a new student today!! please welcome y/n to the family!”

SWEATS BUCKETS

THIS IS WHEN YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO GO IN

WIPES SWEATY PALMS

SHUFFLES IN

“hi i’m y/n”

AWKWARD SMILE

“oh cuTE!!!!”

“HEY WANNA JOIN THE KNITTING CLUB???”

“NOBODY’S INTERESTED IN YOUR KNITTING CLUB DAEHWI”

:c

“ok y/n you can sit next to daehwi over there. you know, the one that said something about the knitting club”

and then she leaves

responsibility at it’s finest am i right

so you slide over to the boy 

and plop down beside him

“hi! i’m lee daehwi!!”

but then a dude who looks really familiar to you for some reason drags him away

you can’t pinpoint where you’ve seen him before

weird 👀👀👀👀

the school day goes on with daehwi making small conversations with you during classes

you found a good group of people who shared the same interests and you fitted in perfectly

there was no point in worrying you worrywart 

looking at you making friends so easily :’)

everything went off without a hitch

at the end of the school day, you waved to your new friends and started the walk home

stopping by a convenience store for a snack on the way though

there you see your seatmate, daehwi with that familiar boy

taking a selfie with the ice cream they’ve just bought

awks

JUST WALK BY Y/N

PRETEND YOU CAN’T SEE THEM

you make quick work of the store and buy ur snack in 0.2 seconds

but uh

the two boys were right smack dab in front of you

it seEMED LIKE YOU WERE FOLLOWING THEM

IT WASN’T YOUR FAULT THAT YOU LIVED IN THIS DIRECTION

you were lowkey hoping at every corner that they’d turn and stop making you seem like a creep

you started nearing your house and you were lowkey relieved 

but

daehwi and other dude turn to you and ask,

“WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING US”

shiT WHAT THE FUCK

“I LIVE IN THIS DIRECTION MATE”

“UH-HUH THAT’S WHAT THEY ALL SAY”

“I SWEAR I LIVE RIGHT THERE-”

“ARE YOU JINYOUNG’S FAN OR SOMETHING OH MY GOD”

WHY DOES THE NAME SEEM SO FAMILIAR HM

“oh daehwi you’re home? with jinyoung too!”

I TOLD YOU THIS WASN’T NEIGHBOR! JINYOUNG

THIS IS NEIGHBOR! DAEHWI LOL

“ah! y/n! you’re going to the same school? well, i guess that’s perfect then! daehwi’s my son i mentioned the other day! daehwi, meet y/n, the neighbor i told you about”

oh

awk x2

this might as well be a daehwi scenario fuck i need to add more baejin

“h  i”

avoids eye contact

“uh, you know what i think i hear my mom calling haha sorry i’ll see you next time mrs lee!!”

DARTS INSIDE

what you didn’t notice was that while you and daehwi were avoiding eye contact

jinyoung’s eyes were fixed on you

yOU SEEM FAMILIAR HM I WONDER 👀👀👀👀

you didn’t even have time to get changed

but your mom was like

“y/N YOUR HOME!! GOOD. GO HANG UP THE LAUNDRY PLEASE”

???????

you wanted nothing more but to wallow in a corner of shame and awkwardness

but it’s your mom we’re talking about

so you obey

as you hang up your laundry

you get a glance of the lee family’s dog!!

you immediately went,

screw the laundry

go pet the puppy

but when you pet the pupper through the crack in the fence

you can’t help but notice how much he resembles that one dog you’ve seem on instagram

but it can’t be right???

the world can’t be that small-

“y/N STOP PETTING THE NEIGHBOR’S DOG AND HANG THE DANM LAUNDRY”

pouts aggressively

while hanging up your laundry, you could hear laughs from the lee household

they kinda sounded like they were dying 

but you know better

finishing the laundry, you head back in, swiping open your phone

oh look your new classmate tagged you in a photo welcoming you oh that’s cute

hm, bae jinyoung that ulzzang or whatever posted oH IT’S A PHOTO OF DAEHWI AND HIM WITH ICE CREAM

BITCJ

NO WONDER THE DUDE LOOKED FAMILIAR

SMACKS HEAD

THE DUDE WITH 200K FOLLOWERS GOES TO THE SAME SCHOOL AS YOU????

WHY IS THE WORLD SO SMALL??

WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

and you’re wondering why baejin and daehwi were laughing like hyenas right

well

baejin went straight onto instagram becAUSE WAIT YOU LOOK THAT THE ONE PERSON WITH THE 10/10 DOGGO

and wow it indeed was you

daehwi was like

dude what you looking at???? i’m right here??? PAY ATTENTION TO ME PLS

baejin tells daehwi the story

and daehwi snorts

and the two start laughing like the dumb people they are

daehwi grabs baejin’s phone as he excuses himself to the toilet

for the second time in this fic lol

and shoots you a dm

'hey there ;) wanna hang sometime’

baejin returns a moment too late

the deed has been done

he FIGHTS lee daehwi for his phone back

‘sorry that was my friend’

‘no it wasn’t ;) i just wanna hang with you ;;;;)’

but uh

you could see the two fighting from your bedroom window

and it makes it even more amusing to know that they’re doing stupid shit 

smiling, you reply,

'sure lol why not i’ll head over now’

because baejin didn’t seem like the intimidating person you thought he was before

and while you look around for a jacket to keep you warm

a high pitched scream comes in through your window

you snapped your head towards it

and make eye contact with jinyoung

who’s on his back with daehwi lying over his stomach 

man that fight was intense

but that’s not the point

you send him a small smile and wave

he cracks a small smile back

and as soon as you disappear from your window

jinyoung starts hitting daehwi because whAT HAS HE DONE

LEE DAEHWI WINGMAN OF THE YEAR

you get interrogated by your parents but you successfully head out

and get welcomed by a huffing jinyoung

he fought daehwi to open the door lm a o

“hey!”

“h-hey”

“oh! y/n! i wondered who it was!! welcome, welcome”

mrs lee ushered you in and fussed over your light clothes

“ooooooo baejin has a crush”

“no daehwi i don’t-”

“then why’d you fight me for the door hm?”

shit man

knitting boy was right

whY’D HE DO THAT????

FOR A PERSON HE DOESN’T KNOW NONETHELESS 

daehwi skips up to you and drags you up to his humble room

jinyoung following seconds after

bUT

AS SOON AS YOU ALL GET SETTLED IN HIS ROOM

DAEHWI EXCUSES HIMSELF TO THE BATHROOM

WHILE SENDING A SLY GRIN TOWARDS JINYOUNG

THAT SNEK

so you two just sit there facing each other

jinyoung avoiding all eye contact

and you just grinning

baejin opened his mouth to apologize for daehwi’s actions

but you spoke first

“if you wanted to hang so badly you could’ve said so yourself!! you didn’t have to get someone else to do it!!”

HE FLUSHES

“n-nO IT’S NOT LIKE THAT I-”

man teasing baejin would be adorable osodsb

“i’m joking, i saw everything through my window”

IUSVDBAIUBUWEO

BAEJIN IS NOW DEAD

YOU SAW HIM FIGHT DAEHWI FOR THE PHONE

HOW EMBARRASSING

you were melting inside

hOW CAN A HUMAN BE SO ADORABLE

daehwi returns from the bathroom a few moments later and starts chatting with you two

hE BASICALLY HAD TO START THE CONVOS BECAUSE BAEJIN’S EMBARRASSED AND YOU’RE JUST AWKWARD

the three of you end up getting closer

“wait the dog on your insta is daehwi’s dog??? i can’t believe you lied to me”

“????the dog on your insta isn’t yours either don’t act like you’re better”

and by the time your mom shot you a text telling you to come home for dinner and baejin had to go catch the last bus home, you three were the golden trio™ already

the next day at school, you were heading towards your cute gang of friends bUT

YOU WERE KIDNAPPED BY BAEHWI

THEY LITERALLY DRAGGED YOU AWAY

“YOU’RE HANGING WITH  U S WE ARE YOUR NEW BEST FRIENDS”

??????????????????????????OK??????

whenever you hung out with the three, your eyes would keep going to jinyoung and sticking to him

you couldn’t help it

you blame his visuals

oh stop y/n u tsun

and jinyoung felt his heart swelling up whenever you smiled

yOU’RE BOTH SO CUTE

DAEHWI CAN TELL THAT Y’ALL CRUSHING ON EACH OTHER

you made your debut on baejin’s instagram a few weeks later

he posted a selfie of you himself

he was looking flawless but you were mid bite into your lunch lol

then came the wave of comments asking if you guys were dating

baEJIN IS FLUSTERED

HE DELETES THE PIC

but you realize and shoot him a text

‘why’d you delete my debut on your 200k insta :’<’

‘people were asking if we were dating’

‘oh. i quite liked it’

OVEUOWBOV?????AOFBOW

‘you mean the photo????’

THE BOY DOESN’T WANT TO MISUNDERSTAND OK

‘of course not lol i look like a mess. i meant the comments of us being together’

Y/N YOU SMOOTH CRIMINAL

BAEJIN IS OFFICIALLY DYING HELP THE BOY

‘is this a confession?’

lOOK HIS TEXT MAY SEEM CHILL BUT HE IS FAR AWAY FROM CHILL

‘if you like me back,,,, if you don’t like me that way then lets ignore this’

‘nO I DO LIKE YOU’

‘oH!!!!’

YOU DIDN’T EXPECT THIS

‘THEN, UH, ARE WE TOGETHER???’

‘NOT OVER TEXT BAE JINYOUNG.’

?????

baejin’s confuzzled

but the next school day comes

and jinyoung’s lowkey nervous for some reason

bUT THE SECOND HE WALKS THROUGH THE GATES

YOU PUSH EVERYONE OUT OF THE WAY AND HUG HIM

“/now/ we’re together”

EVERYONE’S LIKE

“OOOOOOOOOOOO DID YOU HEAR THAT???? THEY’RE TOGETHER”

DAEHWI IN LEAD

I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU GET TO DATE AN ACTUAL ANGEL

his followers better be ready for cute pictures of you taking over his account

baejin would 1000000% have a pupper later on in life fight me on this

siGH INSTAGRAM FAMOUS! JINYOUNG??? MORE LIKE HIGHSCHOOLER! JINYOUNG WHY AM I LIKE THIS

i hope y’all enjoyed it though aaaaaa if i don’t seem as sarcastic or dumb as usual it’s because i’ve just finished my exams and i’m tired asf also is this really 2.5k WORDS??? I CANT- IT’S A WHOLE 1000+ WORDS MORE THAN POLICE OFFICER MINHYUN

also am i publishing this when mama’s happening i- apparently jihoon’s in a choker omfg- soMEONE HOLD ME

[velvetchen]

Anonymous | pt. v

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Scenario: Tumblr AU Pairing: Chanyeol/Reader Word Count: 2226 Rating: T

Summary: Can you fall in love with someone you’ve never met? You just shot to tumblr fame when the latest chapter of your webtoon went viral. Messages start flooding in – hundreds of people saying things good and bad alike. One anon catches your eye, and you find you just have to reply to them…

<< previous part x next part >>

[12:03 AM] You: hey C, you awake? [12:05 AM] C: yeah what’s up? [12:05 AM] You: oh cool [12:05 AM] You: what are you doing~~ [12:07 AM] C: you know me, always working [12:08 AM] C: new song [12:08 AM] C: it’s coming along well i don’t want to interrupt it by going to bed [12:09 AM] You: you still haven’t let me hear any of your songs :( [12:10 AM] You: we’ve been texting for a while now and i still don’t even know your name [12:11 AM] You: i mean it’s fine like this but i can’t help but wonder [12:15 AM] C: trust me, S [12:15 AM] C: there’s a reason i’m so private

Anonymous asked: Lmao you think by blocking me you’re safe? I can do a lot, you know

Oh, you again

Anonymous asked: You don’t seem excited to see me :(

Anonymous asked: I just wanna know who my favorite author is, is that so bad?

oo3043j

posts about #webtoon and #me

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oo3043j: I know who you are

oo3043j: You think just because we’re your fans, you don’t owe us anything?

oo3043j: Lol bitch

oo3043j: Let me just say I’ve done some research on you

oo3043j: And I don’t just know your name…

oo3043j: I know C’s too

oo3043j: I don’t think it’s a name you want your fans to know. Given how much hate you’re already getting

oo3043j: Do I have your attention yet?

oo3043j.tumblr.com

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Meditate on this empty tumblr for a while.

[8:03 AM] C: hey how’s it going with that anon who was harassing you? :( [8:08 AM] You: oh it’s fine they backed off kinda [8:09 AM] You: well not really but i’m seeing if the cold shoulder works [8:10 AM] C: ahh i see~~ [8:10 AM] You: C just tell me one thing [8:10 AM] You: should i be worried about you? [8:12 AM] C: i get the feeling you’re not asking about my health... [8:13 AM] You: i’m serious [8:13 AM] You: who are you, really [8:16 AM] C: is that anon putting you up to this? [8:17 AM] You: what, i can’t have my doubts? [8:19 AM] C: come on, what are they saying about me [8:25 AM] You: i don’t have to tell you anything

Posted on 29 November with 44 notes

justanothershortcake:

So, webtoon developments aside (I’ll get to that in my next post, don’t worry) I’m sure all you shortcakes remember C? Yup, the guy who was flirting with S in the old days when SS was just starting to go viral. Yes, him. Well, if you’ve been keeping up with S as obsessively as I have, you probably know that they’ve been DMing ever since. Yup. And S said they’re almost best friends. Yuuuup.

So if you ship it, oh boy have I got some good news for you. It might not be from the most reliable - or ethical - source, but hey, gossip is gossip, right?

Should I post it on here or do you guys wanna shoot me a DM for the dirt?

soldmyseoul:

MINNIE I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON’T TELL US

justanothershortcake:

I’m doing this for Chi @soldmyseoul …… if I go to jail, it’s her fault okay? Lol

The deets are: someone tracked C’s IP and figured out he’s an idol. A REAL LIFE IDOL.

You better believe it.

forgetmeright:

Update on this - they actually hacked S’s phone. I don’t know how much I trust this info but yeah they used C’s phone number to verify his location and the address on file for his number is apparently the address of the SM building in Cheongdam-dong, Seoul.  

Like I said this is probably false, they could just be making this up for attention. Everything seems super unlikely.

rxdvxlvxt:

yeah you’re wrong about it being false. they did hack S’s phone. idk who it was but they leaked some pictures on a blog and it’s since been taken down, but there are a lot of posts about how they hacked into her phone and how she’s a total no good bitch and whatever.... :/

[1:22 PM] You: C i need you to tell me [1:22 PM] You: i’m honestly getting freaked out [1:23 PM] You: they hacked into my phone and my pictures are being uploaded and i think they might have got your number too [1:29 PM] C: S i really don’t want to tell you [1:29 PM] C: i respect your privacy, don’t i? [1:31 PM] You: privacy isn’t even a goddamn issue here, it’s a matter of my safety [1:31 PM] You: and your safety too [1:32 PM] You: honestly when you’re as famous as i am, nothing is as simple as it sounds [1:33 PM] C: oh you wanna talk to me about fame? [1:33 PM] C: you know nothing about fame, okay [1:34 PM] C: this is nothing. compared to how some people live [1:34 PM] You: oh and how would YOU know

C is typing…

C is typing…

Anonymous asked: You really think because you’re famous you have a chance with an idol? Back off

I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about?

oo3043j: Aren’t you wondering how I found your photos? Hahaha

This user has been blocked.

[6:56 PM] C: okay fine [6:57 PM] C: you deserve to know [6:57 PM] C: meet me at midnight at this address [7:00 PM] C: sent a map location [7:01 PM] C: i’ll explain everything

[7:12 PM] You: jia he asked me to meet him [7:12 PM] You: should i??? [7:13 PM] You: i mean things are getting absolutely crazy and i just want everything to stop [7:13 PM] You: but what if he’s....you know [7:14 PM] Jia: a serial killer?? Lol [7:15 PM] Jia: i get why you’re worried, i would be too [7:15 PM] Jia: i mean, all this hate stuff started because of him in a way [7:15 PM] Jia: honestly i think you should go [7:16 PM] Jia: it would definitely sort things out [7:16 PM] Jia: i’ll come with you, if that helps [7:17 PM] You: thanks so much jia ;-;

It was a quarter to eleven when you finally left the house. By some stroke of luck, the location C had chosen happened to be close by. You’d been surprised, and not in a good way. What if he was a stalker? What if you were walking straight into a trap?

You let out a breath. You knew him - from what you had gathered, he was possibly the most harmless person you’d ever seen. Someone who wanted to hurt you wouldn’t have been so nice, would they?

You didn’t know.

The meeting place he’d picked was a children’s park. At night it was eerie, and the sounds of the wind through the metal structures sounded too much like whispers. Were you alone? It certainly didn’t feel like it. It felt like there were eyes on you from every direction. You shivered as you made your way over to a bench and sat down, flinching at the cold metal of it.

It was ten minutes later that you finally saw a figure coming down the pathway to the park, clad in black and making shuffling footsteps that grew louder as he approached. You held your breath. Was it him? Was it C? You wanted to stand up, but decided not to draw attention to yourself. Jia was waiting in the car within screaming distance. If he turned out to be anyone but C - or if he was, and he tried something - you were pretty sure you could make a safe getaway.

He looked right at you when he entered the park, footsteps ceasing as he stepped onto the sand. He wore a hoodie, but you could still make out his features: a round face, high cheekbones, wide eyes. “S?” He said quietly.

You stood up at last. “C? Is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” He sounded exactly like you’d expected. It was definitely him. “You came.”

“I did,” you said awkwardly, crossing your arms over your stomach. “Are you going to explain?”

He reached up to run a hand through his hair and in the process knocked back his hood, exposing his bright red hair to the wind. Quickly, he yanked it back up. “I should, shouldn’t I? Sit - sit down, I’ll tell you.” You backed down onto the bench and sat again, pressing yourself to the opposite end to maximize the distance between the both of you.

“My name is Park Chanyeol,” he started, sitting down. The name was familiar - where had you heard it?

“And?”

“And I’m an idol. I’m Chanyeol from EXO.” He swallowed, the bobbing of his throat visible. Almost imperceptibly, he winced, like he wished he hadn’t told you.

You froze. “You’re...an….idol.”

“I’m an idol.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s why you were-” you looked away, frowning. “I get it now.”

“...Yeah.”

There was a pause. Even though you knew each other well, meeting him in the flesh was a whole new monster. He felt unreachable after his confession. A million miles away. “Well. Thanks for telling me, I guess. It clears up a lot.”

You stood, making to leave. Chanyeol’s hand shot out to grab your wrist, his eyes flicking from his grip on you to your face and back. “Wait, S, don’t go.”

Unsteadily, you sat back down, not taking your eyes off him. “I...you’ll still talk to me, right? Won’t you?”

You answered truthfully. “I don’t know.”

“Please.” He moved closer to you, eyes pleading.

You wanted to say okay, but you couldn’t believe it. He was an idol, a thousand times removed from your simple life. How could you go on talking to him knowing who he actually was, having met him? Realizing he had talked to you for no other reason than him liking your work and by extension, you? It was overwhelming. “Why?”

“Well, why not?” He grinned, a quick smile that lit up his features and then faded as fast as it had come. “Oh, did I make you feel uncomfortable? I’m sorry. I, uh,” he leaned away, pushing himself to the other end of the bench like you had. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t realize what it would be like for you. I’m sorry.”

You looked down at your hands. “Do you really want to talk to me?”

That smile was back. “Yeah. Obviously. Otherwise I wouldn’t have messaged you in the first place.” Gaining some sort of courage, he leaned back toward you, his hand lightly covering yours. “I’m just a normal person, S. I swear. You have nothing to be afraid of.”

You met his eyes. “I’m not afraid.”

“Good.” He swallowed again. “So I can go home and expect you to text me back?”

A tiny laugh escaped you. “Okay. Yes. Okay.”

He got up first, holding out his hand to help you, face falling just slightly when you didn’t take it and got up on your own. You might have agreed to keep talking to him, but you weren’t ready for anything else. Despite his assurance that he was just as normal as you, you still couldn’t feel like he was a real person at all. You wished it were easy to accept it - but it wasn’t.

“Did you come by yourself?”

You shook your head. “Oh, good, then. You can make it to the car alone?”

Again speechless, you nodded.

He looked reluctant to let you go. “Okay,” he finally said. “It was nice seeing you.”

“You too,” you choked out, and without another word, turned to leave. You could feel his eyes on you all the way back to your car. When you were out of sight, you ran.

[12:49 AM] C: did you get home safe? [12:53 AM] You: i did, thank you :) [12:55 AM] C: i should be thanking you [12:55 AM] C: again, i realize you might have been really uncomfortable [12:56 AM] C: shit, all that hate you’re getting is because of me [12:56 AM] C: i’m really sorry :( i didn’t know what i was getting you into [12:57 AM] You: it’s okay [12:57 AM] You: i just still can’t believe [12:57 AM] You: i’m glad you told me, i’m a little more at peace now [12:58 AM] You: there’s still some shit going on but this helps [12:58 AM] C: glad to hear that :)

[1:05 AM] C: by the way, did i mention you’re beautiful? [1:06 AM] C: i meant to tell you after comiccon, but i forgot [1:06 AM] You: don’t say things like that ;;;;; [1:07 AM] C: why not? it’s true [1:07 AM] C: i’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than you [1:08 AM] You: are you just saying that so that i’ll talk to you more? [1:08 AM] C: :) [1:08 AM] C: S, maybe you should know something else too [1:09 AM] You: oh god, what now, you’re a gang leader? [1:10 AM] C: come on [1:10 AM] C: i’m serious, S [1:11 AM] C: i meant to tell you at the park but stopped myself every time [1:11 AM] C: i should’ve told you then [1:12 AM] C: S, i think i’m in love with you

[solarwindandcosmicash]

interlude iii: the fleet sends its regards

Absent: Kate’s player

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The party debriefs with Annos about everything that went down on Eden Prime. Annos is apologetic as he explains there is another mission so soon after this one, but time is of essence and he promises a break afterwards. He sends them off to speak with Elaye before returning to him on the lower deck of the Apricity.

summary

Annos keeps the party only briefly after their mission on Eden Prime, and soon after, they walk up to the CIC and meet with Elaye to peruse her wares.

WEAPONS Pistol upgrade – additional damage die, +1 to related talent – 2500 credits Assault rifle upgrade – additional damage die, +1 to related talent – 2500 credits Shotgun upgrade – additional damage die, +1 to related talent – 2500 credits Sniper rifle upgrade – additional damage die, +1 to related talent rolls – 2500 credits

ARMOR MODS Shield upgrade – additional 5 points to shield – 600 credits Barrier upgrade – additional 5 points to barrier – 600 credits Medi-gel upgrade – carry one additional pack of medi-gel – 1000 credits

OMNI-TOOL MODS Omni-tool upgrade – +1 to tech talent rolls – 1000 credits

RANGED WEAPON MODS Combat Optics – +3 to attack rolls – 700 credits High Caliber Barrels – additional damage die – 400 credits Precision Scope – +4 to attack rolls, sniper rifle only – 1500 credits Kinetic Coils – additional damage die and +3 attack rolls, takes two mod slots – 3000 credits Thermal Scope – eliminates penalty when shooting through smoke or in the dark – 1000 credits Silencer – shots are silent and invisible – 1000 credits

MELEE WEAPON MODS Vicious Blade – additional damage die – 200 credits Feather Core – lowers melee weapon weight, +3 to melee parry – 300 credits Polonium Edge – one less damage die, but +6 to attack rolls, takes two mod slots – 3000 credits

AMMO MODS Cryo Rounds – may freeze a target – 500 credits for 5 rounds Incendiary Rounds – causes bonus fire damage, ignores armor – 500 credits for 5 rounds Armor-Piercing Rounds – +2 damage to armor – 500 credits for 5 rounds Disruptor Rounds – +2 damage to shields – 500 credits for 5 rounds Warp Rounds – +2 damage to barriers – 500 credits for 5 rounds Tungsten Rounds – +5 damage to synthetics – 800 credits for 5 rounds Shredder Rounds – +5 damage to organics – 800 credits for 5 rounds Polonium Rounds – causes 5 damage per turn for 3 turns (organics + synthetics) – 1000 credits for 5 rounds

Once completed, Beetle and Phos round up Vekar and Vasir and drag them with them to the lower deck: they have a plan, and they aren’t afraid to execute it.

notable lines + interactions

DM, posting the list of Elaye’s wares: BANG. Phos, OOC: Woah. Beetle, OOC: Hm. Vasir, OOC: Holy shit, it’s the merchant’s wares!

in discord Phos: phos: Hey Beetle, maybe you wanna get this one Phos: Precision Scope – +4 to attack rolls, sniper rifle only – 1500 credits Beetle: Beetle: it says sniper rifle i have a shotgun??

Phos, OOC: Sheba-ba-ba shebs sheebs sheba. DM: ’Sup.

Phos, OOC: What is math anymore, why can’t - why can’t I do this in my head? Vasir, OOC: [Phos’s player], you can use a calculator. Phos, OOC: No! I must. Vasir, OOC: You’re using a computer right now that was built to do math. It’s okay. Phos, OOC: No! It’s not okay, I can do math. It’s gucci. It’s - it’s all - DM: It doesn’t sound gucci. Beetle, OOC: Don’t be scared of numbers.

Vasir, OOC: [DM], I don’t know if you want to bother - Phos, OOC: [unintelligble muttering about math] DM: ‘Sup, [Vasir’s player]. Vasir, OOC: I saw what you have as synthetic rounds and I just want you to know that in the games, they’re called tungsten rounds. I don’t know if you want to bother changing it, I just wanted to let you know because my brain is a horrible encyclopedia of useless Mass Effect knowledge.

Phos, OOC: I can’t buy the sweet shit! Fuck! Vasir, OOC: That’s how it goes! It’s the authentic Mass Effect experience. Phos, OOC: [screams] Beetle, OOC: You get a discount if you say it’s your favorite shop on the Citadel. Vasir, OOC: We’re not on the Citadel, shut up. Beetle, OOC: My name is Beetle and this is my favorite shop on the Apricity. DM: This shop is discriminating against the poor!

Vasir, OOC: Fair thee well, Kate. We hardly knew ye. Literally.

Phos, OOC: Can I just go up to Elaye and be like, “Hey, check this [shotgun] out, show me what to do with it.” Elaye: I’m not an appraiser. DM: No, I’m just kidding. I have notes on this, just let me check real quick.

Beetle, OOC: You know, I died once, and did I learn anything from it? Am I going to fortify my health or my armor or anything - no.

Phos, OOC: Why did you get so small? Why you gotta - DM, singing: Why’d you gotta be so rude? Beetle, singing: Why’d you gotta be so mean? DM: I don’t think that’s how it goes.

in discord DM: boa’ty nar mcboatface vas qwib qwib Beetle: arnold vas schwarzenegger Vekar: sylvester nar rambo vas stallone Vasir: jean’claude vas damme???? Vekar: jason nar transporter vas statham Beetle: dwayne nar rock vas johnson Vekar: vin diesel = vin nar toretto vas tufoorious Vekar: the rock, dwayne johnson, from the rock clan Beetle: Battlemaster

DM: [Vekar’s player] is in rare form today. Vasir, OOC: He’s always like this, though, he - DM: [Vekar’s player] is in common form today. Vasir, OOC: Whenever you least expect it, he just says these amazing things.

in discord Vasir: oh Vasir: god Vasir: youre awful DM: *amazing Beetle: *wonderful

Vasir, OOC: Do not correct me, [DM]. Get out. DM: Fight me, [Vasir’s player]. 1v1 me, [Vasir’s player]. Vasir, OOC: At the Denny’s, three A.M.? DM: Yes. Astral plane. Be there or be square. Vasir, OOC: What’s with all this astral plane chuck? Like, what happened to fighting to game studio parking lots in the real world, huh? DM: ‘Cause I don’t have a complaint with Blizz, I have a complaint with you. Vasir, OOC: What does Denny’s have to do with it, then? They’re a bunch of memers like us. DM: Exactly. Phos, OOC: Fair.

Phos, OOC: YAAAAAS DM: YAAAAAS Beetle, OOC: Nice holler.

DM: You can just have a separate doc to keep track of stuff. Phos, OOC: NO. DM: Uh - okay. Phos, OOC: I won’t - it’s aesthetic. DM: Okay. Alternatively, you can print it out and write on it. Phos, OOC: NO. DM: Uh - okay. Phos, OOC: It’s just a mess.

Beetle, OOC: Alright. DM: Alright, alright, alright. Beetle, OOC: Alright, alright, alright. Phos, OOC: Mood.

Vasir, OOC: Well, I’m back. DM: Hi, [Vasir’s player]! We missed you! Beetle, OOC: We had lots of exciting adventures. DM: In the - in the minute you were gone. Beetle, OOC: Yeah.

DM: I’m going to end this recording, and I hope nothing funny happens between now and when we start. Beetle, OOC: Quick, everyone meme!

DM: It’s a baby level up.

Vasir, OOC: I go back to the other channel to find a dabbing Sonic. I should not be surprised. Beetle, OOC: You really shouldn’t be at this point. Vasir, OOC: [Beetle’s player], where do you find these things? DM: Don’t answer that. Beetle, OOC: Well - DM: Don’t. Answer that.

Phos, OOC: Oh, wait, gotta get my dice ready - [sounds of multiple dice hitting a hard surface] DM, laughing: You just spill all of your dice on the table? Vasir, OOC: Uhhh, I rolled a something, DM. Phos, OOC: Shut up. I already wrote down my d20, I just - I just didn’t have any other dice ready, I had it in my hand. The rest of the dice are now free! DM: Oh, god. Free them!

Phos, OOC: Are we going to get slapped in the face by the d20 roll? Vasir, OOC: We won’t know until we get there.

Beetle, OOC: Damn. [long pause] We’re strong now.

Vasir, OOC: Maybe Beetle will not die as much now, but I remain skeptical of that outcome. Beetle, OOC: She only died once! Vasir, OOC: Yeah, but like - DM: Yolo, man. Beetle, OOC: Yeah! Exactly. Vasir, OOC: Why did you have to say that? That’s her exact philosophy, oh god. Vekar, OOC: That’s why you have to say it. DM: It seemed appropriate. Vasir, OOC: Don’t side with them, [Vekar’s player]. Beetle, OOC: Yolo.

DM: What’s the talent? Vekar, OOC: Overkill. DM: I don’t even know what that is. Can you read the description?

DM: Alright, we ready to do stuff? The party: [various pronouncements of ‘I’m ready’] Beetle, OOC: I’m ready for Stabby McWarhammer. DM: Oh, right, uh, let me do some talking first.

technical notes

The party is paid for their services. Each member receives 1500 credits.

Beetle makes a purchase. She is now the proud owner of a Precision Scope, which is soon attached to the Cold Shoulder.

Phos makes a purchase. Phos buys a Silencer, which is attached to Nyeck’s shotgun.

Vasir makes a purchase. Vasir gets a shield upgrade, bringing their total shields up to 15 points.

Vekar makes a purchase. Vekar buys a high caliber barrel and a medi-gel capacity upgrade.

The party levels up (Level 3).

Beetle → +3 HP, +1 to Knowledge Phos → +2 HP, +1 to Perception Vasir → +1 HP,  +1 to Perception Vekar → +3 HP, +2 to Mechanical, learned new skill Inferno Grenade

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Give Me A Chance

Intro: Hello, lovelies!! I hope you’re having a good day/night!! This one was requested by an anon!! I hope you enjoy!! :)

Note: Y/N is gender neutral. Y/N is a reporter at CatCo.

Word Count: 1283

Nia Nal x reader: R confesses their feelings for her, but gets rejected because Nia thinks she likes Brainy, but it’s just an infatuation. She realizes her true feelings for R when she sees R doing things for another girl that she would do for her (like doodle a picture on a post-it note put it on her desk just to get her to laugh or share terrible pickup lines just to see her smile). Nia gets jealous and is sad to see that R looks like they’re over her. You can decide the ending. Happy or not.

She’s so beautiful you thought to yourself as you stared at Nia from your desk, resting your chin on your hand and sighing some, jumping and hitting your legs on your desk when someone slammed a book on your desk “Finally, I’ve been trying to talk to you for the past five minutes” Winn said, looking at you and watching as you blushed and rubbed your legs “Sorry, what did you need?” You asked, clearing your throat and looking at him “James wants your report in before the end of your shift… He was very adamant about it” Winn said, looking at you as you nodded “Yeah, okay… I’ll have it done” you sighed, focusing back to your computer and raising an eyebrow when Winn didn’t leave “Is there something else?” You asked, leaning back in your chair as you looked at him “You should tell her how you feel instead of just creepily staring at her from afar” Win said, giving a small laugh when you sputtered “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about” you said, quickly averting your gaze while Winn laughed and patted you on the back before heading off to finish his work, leaving you to finish your report and stew in your embarrassment.

Later that night, you sighed as you checked the time “Way past when I’m supposed to leave” you said, sighing as you submitted your now finished report before standing up and grabbing your things, raising an eyebrow when you saw Nia just leaving as well “Nia? What are you doing here so late?” You asked, walking over to her and watching as she jumped but smiled at you “I could ask you the same” she said, grabbing her things and the two of you walking out of CatCo together “Hey… Can I talk to you about something?” You asked, stopping after you exited the building “Sure” Nia said, smiling at you and you took a deep breath “Nia, I… I really like you, I have for a while… I was wanting to know if you wanted to get dinner sometime?” You asked, biting your lip and shifting from foot to foot as you watched her stare at you silently “Y/N…” She said softly, averting her gaze and you giving a small nod, taking a deep breath as you closed your eyes “It’s okay, it’s fine” you said softly, looking at her and fighting back the tears “I’m-“ Nia started until you shook your head “No, don’t apologize… I’m the idiot here, I’ll see you tomorrow” you said, walking away and getting into your car before you let the tears fall.

Over the course of the next few days, you did your best to avoid Nia which was easy since Brainy came by a lot so she hung around him a lot, you sighed as you got up and went into the break room to get yourself a snack and some coffee, taking a bite of your granola bar as you headed back to your desk, raising an eyebrow when you saw the person that was at the desk in front of you not there, you hadn’t really gotten a chance to talk to her much but you did like her and you knew of some of her interests due to the small talks the two of you had, setting your mug and granola bar down you pulled out your stack of sticky notes and doodled a quick little drawing of her favorite animal before reaching over and sticking it to her desk, smiling as you waited for her to return and catching her eyes after she looked at it, giving her a smile which she returned before the two of you returned to work.

After a few days of leaving doodles on her desk, you went over and leaned against her desk “You know you remind me of a magnet, because you’re attracting me over here” you said, giving her a cheesy smile and watching as she blushed and laughed, clearing her throat after a moment “I’m Dani” she introduced, holding a hand out for you to shake which you returned “Y/N” you said, smiling at her and looking at the doodle you had placed earlier on her desk “It’s cute, like you” you said, smiling when she blushed and looked down “Well, thank you… Want to hang out later?” Dani asked, looking at you with a smile “Of course”.

As time went on, you and Dani got closer, started working on projects together and shared stories along with a few cheesy pick-up lines here and there, during that time Nia had come to realize that she really didn’t like Brainy the way she thought she did, often finding herself jealous when she saw you and Dani together, laughing, like you were currently as she watched you from her desk “Nia!” Brainy said, running up to her desk and causing her to jump as she quickly focused her attention on Brainy “Hey, Brainy” Nia said, looking at him and watching as he raised an eyebrow “You seem upset” Brainy said, looking at her and crossing his arms as he studied her “Want to talk about it?” He asked, watching as she glanced at you again “If you liked them then why’d you reject them?” He asked, looking at her with an eyebrow raised “Because I thought I liked someone else, I didn’t know I felt this way for them until that Dani girl showed up” Nia admitted, focusing her attention on you and watching as Dani got up to head to the break room “Well, now’s your chance” Brainy said, looking over at you and giving Nia a small push.

You were typing up the last thing you needed for a report when you felt someone touch your shoulder “Dani, I told you I… Nia” you said when you turned around, biting your lip since you were still hurt from her rejection “Hey… Can we talk? Please?” Nia asked, looking at you and you being you caved, giving a small sigh before nodding and standing up, leading her into an empty room and shutting the door behind you “What?” You asked, sounding defeated and obviously not wanting to be there but Nia had some kind of hold on you it seemed, and you couldn’t bring yourself to ever say no to her “Y/N, I’m so sorry for hurting you… It was never my intention” Nia said, looking at you and watching as you nodded and ran a hand through your hair “Is that all?” You asked, wanting to get out of the room as soon as possible “No… I also wanted to say I’m sorry for not realizing my feelings at the time, I honestly thought that I liked Brainy, but I don’t and seeing you with Dani… It just…” Nia said, gesturing with her hands and trying to come up with the right words “Makes you jealous? Makes you feel like you won’t be good enough? Trust me, I know all those feelings” you said, venom in your voice as you said it and causing her to wince “I have been trying to move on for weeks now after your rejection” you said, looking at her and tears clouding your vision “Y/N, please… Just give me a chance, I’m so sorry” Nia begged, going over to you and touching your arm which you let her do as you thought for a moment “I don’t know, Nia… You hurt me and I can’t just forget about that” you said, pulling your arm away and leaving the room, shutting the door behind you and leaving Nia to stand there, thinking about how much she ruined this.

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