#little fanboy 💙

[singswan-springswan]

"Did you ever meet her? The first Fulcrum."

"Once."

[merakiui]

Rental (Boy/Girl)friend!darling is really appealing to me! Imagine if darling was the pretty and proper type kyaaaahh💙💙💙

(tw: yandere, noncon)

My fave incel Idia probably got way too attached to darling. This has infinite yandere scenarios! 💙

Idia just raw dogging rental!Darling against their will! Omg... Baby trapping too hhhhh.

Imagine if darling complains to his parents about it except papa and mama shroud congratulated darling instead.

"Just come to us if you need financial backing!"

"This wasn't in the contract!"

Omg yes!!! >v< He definitely gets too swept up in the feelings of being in a (contractual) relationship that he forgets the two of you are only in a relationship for however long you spend with him every other day. Outside of that, you’re not his and he’s not yours. Idia’s grown so attached to the fluffy relationship you’ve created with him that he takes to sneaking trackers into your bag and finding ways to watch you through cameras when you think you’re all alone in your home.

He’s always thought no one would ever truly understand him or have the same passions as him, so when you always play games with him (and you’re actually fairly decent at some of them) or when you binge anime with him or when you get into eager discussions over your favorite characters and the idols he’s introduced you to, he falls even harder for you. You’re everything he could ever want. In the back of his mind, he’s somewhat aware you’re just cultivating this image for him so that you can be his ideal partner. But that doesn’t matter to him. It’s the experience! The honesty! The dedication to your job and hefty paycheck this totally authentic relationship!

And babytrapping as well! I like to think he gets a little confidence with you around. He knows you won’t judge him and if you do it’s all silent. <3 you’re the most perfect partner, after all! So maybe he feels just slightly confident when gently kissing turns more hungry and determined, and he’s too in love with you to think about stopping when you lift your shirt over your head and slip out of your shorts. You’re so perfect. He could stare at you for hours, and he does, so caught up in his own delusions and excitement. Normally 3D does nothing for him. The idea of having real sex always made him shudder, but Idia can’t help thinking how hot you are all spread out on his bed, grabbing at the sheets while he stretches you out with slim fingers. And you make the cutest sounds, too. For once he’s forever grateful his parents rented you for his sake, otherwise he never would’ve met you. It’s a relief he let them and Ortho talk him into giving this thing a try.

You try to remind him about condoms, but do you really think Idia owns a package of those? You really wish, but he promises he’ll pull out before he cums. He’s not some virgin who’d get so pussy-drunk he ends up spilling hot and deep (he is). He’s awkward at first, his face flushed the brightest shade of pink, all the way to the tips of his hair as he tries to hold you, touch you, be cool about this entire thing. It’s cute! He considers backing out because he’s so nervous, but you spread yourself so nicely for him and you even wore that lingerie he got you… (it’s somewhere on his bed, but that really doesn’t matter now). You assure him it’ll be okay. When you wrap a slick hand around his dick and give him a few reassuring pumps, looking up at him with the most lascivious of looks, he’s sold.

Idia has always assumed real sex was something like hentai, but the moment he’s slotted himself inside you he’s nearly crumpling. It’s so much warmer and tighter inside you. Definitely much better than his hand or any fleshlight he’s ever used. He feels almost dizzy when he looks down at you and you wrap your arms around him to tug him close and omg your legs just wrapped around his waist!!!! He’s internally fanboying over it LOL. This is everything he could ever want. Needless to say, he becomes pussy-drunk rather fast, and within the first minute or so he’s cumming in thick spurts and you’re too dazed to realize this at first. :) and after fumbling around for a little bit, trying to find a pace that isn’t so awkward, he’s finally settled into a good groove.

He makes a mess out of you, but then he’s also quite a mess after emptying so many loads inside you. By the third one, you’re begging him to pull out, mumbling through moans and gasps that you don’t want to get pregnant. You can’t afford to take so much time off your job to care for a baby, and you don’t even have the money for one right now. But money’s never been a problem for Idia—not when your family’s mega wealthy and super influential. Maybe it’s the sex and his dick talking, but he wouldn’t mind seeing you all swollen and round with his baby. <3 and maybe if you did get pregnant you could finally be his real partner. For once the idea of marriage isn’t so terrifying to Idia, nor is parenthood. But then he’s also incredibly pussy-drunk when he’s fucking you raw, so maybe he’s not in the most sensible mindset. ^^;;; but it’s okay. His parents will provide so much love and support. How could they ever be mad at you and Idia? You’re already part of the family now!

[theharddeck]

your love is the love I need || chapter 1/4

pairing: javy machado x femme reader (no y/n), callsign Cross

summary: Cross and Javy are very good friends. Javy might've let it slip to his mother that they're more. A little fake dating never hurt anyone, right?

warnings: 18+, minors please DNI – no smut in this chapter (there defs will be in later chapters, and I never want someone to be caught off guard) but there is an attempted roofie-ing in this chapter.

length: 6.2k

A/N: literally the biggest shoutout in the WORLD to @daggerspare-standingbystandingby for talking me off a ledge, and also line editing, and also depth. @bradshawsbitch and @laracrofted thank you for always brainstorming with me 💙

Saturday

“Cross, get in here; I need a stand-in.”

You’d been looking for a glass for your cherry coke in cabinets at the Miramar Family Center, but at Hangman’s call, you grabbed a straw and jogged back over to the pool table. Bob folded a napkin and slid it across the table as you got closer and you smiled at him gratefully before setting the sweating can down on it.

“Tapping out already, Hangman?” Phoenix asked from across the table, where she was wiping chalk over the end of her pool cue. 

“You and Avalone wish,” Jake drawled, smiling wanly at the group. “Nah, I’ve got to pick something up; I’ll be right back.”

He tossed his pool cue at you without looking and you considered letting it clatter to the ground, but you grabbed it out of the air, trying not to read into the gesture too much. 

You were a recent addition to the squad; when Fanboy had decided he wanted to try piloting again, they’d needed a WSO to fly with Payback. Having only been a teammate for a couple months, you were still finding your footing with the group. Everyone had been welcoming, of course, but there were times that you felt the little idioms and questions were a type of test. Tests that you were determined to pass, not just for the sake of assimilation, but because this was a team you were genuinely proud to be a part of, and you wanted them to know it. 

“Am I solid or stripes?” you asked, looking down at the table, confused by the seeming lack of structure on the felt.

“We’re playing cutthroat,” Payback said, looking after Hangman with a grimace, for not giving you any context.

“We’re 11-15,” Coyote said, because of course he and Jake had been a team. He swiped the chalk that Phoenix had been using, and as he dropped it into your palm, his fingertips brushed yours. You tried to ignore it, it was just an accidental brush, but your skin prickled anyway, and you looked away quickly.

“1-5,” Phoenix cut in, pointing between her and Fritz. 

“6-10,” Payback finished, lifting a fist in Bob’s direction, as the WSO held up a clenched hand obediently.

“Cool,” you said, deciding if you wanted to take on the pilot who held your life in his hands any time you got in the back of an F/A-18, or Phoenix. 

Which, honestly, wasn’t even a question.

You surveyed the felt once more, before seeing a clear shot for the 9 ball, walking around the table to take it, and shooting Bob an apologetic look as the ball clattered into the pocket.

“I knew I liked you,” Natasha cooed.

“Yeah, I don’t know why we bother,” Payback sighed to Bob, who shrugged, both of them good-naturedly.

“Atta girl,” Coyote crowed, and Phoenix nodded approvingly and you grinned at her, rather than risk looking at him. Not with the butterflies that erupted in your stomach at his completely platonic praise. You were on the same team, it was nothing more than that, and now was so not the time for your relentless crush to make an appearance.

Pool wasn’t really your game, and you weren’t at all surprised when you botched the next shot, flustered by the nearly six feet of Abercrombie model at your shoulder. You backed away from the table as Billy stepped up, apparently next in order. 

You swiped your soda from the table by Bob, crossing the room to perch on the side of a sofa and wait for your turn again, or Jake’s reappearance, whichever came first. 

Your eyes flitted over to Javy, as they always seemed to, when you weren’t actively trying not to. It wasn’t your fault he was magnetic. 

All easy smiles and broad shoulders, deep protectiveness and unabashed confidence, just as good as Hangman and Rooster and Phoenix, less likely to call attention to it. The way he’d look deep at whoever was talking to him, nodding along as he gave them his full attention. 

At present, that person was Phoenix, and Javy’s shoulders dipped as he hunched his back slightly, to get closer and hear her better. You played with the end of your pool stick, watching as their heads tilted together, quietly commenting on the table as Fritz lined up a shot.

“It’s a statistical impossibility, right?” Halo whispered, appearing next to you on the couch. “For them to be that pretty and that good of pilots?”

You followed her gaze to the trio around the table and shook your head, agreeing. 

“The worst part of it,” you mumbled back, “is that they have the audacity to be decent people, so we can’t even do the easy thing and dislike them for being perfect.”

Halo clicked her tongue against her teeth, fiddling with the plastic cap of a water bottle. 

“That’s why they need us,” she mused. “You, me, and Bob: subverting expectations as gorgeous backseaters.”

You snorted, before Callie’s words registered, and you looked over at her, your voice teasing when you asked, “Bob, huh?”

She shrugged lightly, even as a pretty flush bloomed on her cheeks.

“Completely impartially, of course,” she said, sheepishly. You smiled reassuringly, bumping her shoulder with yours, and she tilted her head as she looked back at the table. 

“How’s that view from your glass house?” she asked, sweetly, making you nearly choke on your soda when you saw she was looking pointedly at Coyote. 

“Is it that obvious?” you asked.

“I mean, it was a guess, but that just confirmed it,” Callie smiled broadly, before sighing again. “I think crushes on other pilots is the particular curse of Wizzos—we know better, but we think we’re smart enough to get around it.”

“I’ll drink to that,” you muttered, bumping your soda can into her water bottle, memory taking you back a couple months to a night just like this one. 

It was your first day in San Diego; you’d caught an early flight and were able to move into your off-base apartment and walk around North Island for a bit, exploring before you’d meet your detachment the following morning. As the sun sank over the Pacific, you walked along the beach, enjoying the warm sand and cooling air. You could hear a piano in the distance, something you assumed was the effect of a bluetooth speaker until you realized it came from a bar a little farther down the beach, and you redirected your footsteps towards it. 

The Hard Deck smelled like sweat and good beer, and you clocked a couple different types of badges as you scanned the room. There was a good chance someone here would recognize you tomorrow, so you asked for a coke from the older man behind the bar, settling on a stool and looking around.

There was a man with a mustache and aviators (Indoors. At night.) at the piano, his head cocked back as he worked through the greatest hits of the 60s. Beside him, a stunning woman in a tight bun stood shoulder-to-shoulder with an impossibly tall man, also with a mustache, both of them singing along enthusiastically. A pool table was nearby, a couple more uniforms draped across it, and two men were playing darts against the wall closest to you.

Well, one of them was playing darts. 

The blond man was clearly in his element, sinking bullseye after bullseye, and the man beside him seemed content enough to let him play it out. It wasn’t so much a competition, as it was one man showboating, and his friend humoring him.

The louder of the two was making jokes about his odds, calling shots before he took them, and every now and then his partner would quietly say something that would make his shoulders laugh enough to miss his shot. Their conversation faded into the noise of the bar as you turned on your stool, looking around you. When you came back to the bartop, you noticed a man sidling up to a younger girl a couple stools down from you. 

She was rebuffing him as gently as she could, and he seemed to be taking it pretty well—until she turned to chat with someone over her shoulder, and he dropped something in her drink while she was preoccupied. 

Your jaw dropped; that’d been clear as day. But the bar was crowded, and she’d been distracted by her friends, and your heart lurched when she reached back for her drink without paying attention. 

“Hey, wait!” you called down the bar, and she turned to look at you. Along with the half of the bar, you assumed, but you slid off the seat rather than check and see how much of an audience you had. The girl frowned at you, an unfamiliar face yelling at her, but whatever she saw in your expression held her attention for the moment it took you to get down to her. 

“Sorry,” you said, quietly as you could, when you got closer to her. “I didn’t want to make a scene, but he definitely put something in your drink.”

“Oh my gosh,” the girl set the drink down on the bar, glaring at the man. “What the hell, you creep!!”

“I didn’t—,” the man’s face flushed, and he looked angrily at you before at the people around him, placatingly. “Hold on, you can’t just go around accusing—”

“It’s not an accusation if it’s true,” you said, turning to the bartender. “Are you the owner?”

He shook his head, looking over your shoulder at some of the other patrons, then set down the tap he was pouring. “I’ll get Penny.”

“Now, hang on Jimmy,” the creep sputtered. “I-I didn’t do anything, you can’t prove I—”

“Drink it, then.”

Everyone turned at the deep voice, as someone else stepped towards the bar. You recognized one of the men from the dartboard, the quiet one, and he crossed his arms as he came up behind you. 

The creep’s expression paled as he took in the tall frame of the pilot behind you. “I mean, it’s her drink, I’m not–”

The girl slid her drink down the bartop, in front of the man. “Go on.”

A door slammed in the back of the bar and a moment later, a slim brunette woman let herself behind the counter. She stalked behind the bar, looking sharply at you. 

“You saw it?” she asked.

You nodded, and her jaw ticked. She planted her hands on the bar, looking the creep clearly in the face, like she was memorizing it, before she covered the drink with saran wrap and handed it behind her to Jimmy. 

“You’re gonna wait in my office until the police get here,” she told the man, her voice level. “And when you leave with them, you will not set foot in this bar again. Understood?”

“Police?” the man echoed, his eyes going wide. “Hold on, this is all getting blown out of proportion, all I did was—”

Penny jerked her head to the side, and you felt a hand on your shoulder for a moment as the quiet pilot brushed by you to reach for the creep. The blond man was with him, suddenly, and they unceremoniously hauled the creep away from the bar.

Penny pursed her lips together, looking meaningfully over at the piano, and a moment later, some Elvis song was playing through the bar. Penny checked in with the girl, pulled some receipt paper out of the printer and had her write down her contact information, in case the police wanted to follow up with her. She waved you down as well, and you came over. 

“Don’t think we’ve met before,” she said brusquely, holding a hand across the bar. “I’m Penny.”

“Nice to meet you,” you said, shaking her extended hand and giving her your name. “You handled that really well.”

Her jaw clenched again, as she shook her head. “Hate that I have to handle it at all. Thanks for saying something; what’re you drinking tonight? It’s on the house.”

“Oh, thanks,” you shook your head, pointing to your abandoned coke, “but I’m not drinking; I have an early day tomorrow.”

Penny hummed, looking you over. You had the uncanny feeling that, even without your uniform, she somehow knew you were Navy, which detachment you were in, and—given another minute or two—she could guess your callsign. 

“Better get your information too,” she said, sliding the receipt paper down the bar, “in case they want a statement from you. Include your CO; I can probably put a good word in edgewise.”

You scribbled your information down, wondering what ties she had to the Navy, but not doubting for a moment that they were strong. Her mouth twitched as she read over what you’d written, blooming into a full smile as she looked up at you.  

“Well, that’ll be easier than I thought,” she said, almost to herself, before walking over to the tap to pour you another coke. “So, what brings you to North Island?”

You chatted with her until the police came and she excused herself to go deal with them. You were finishing your coke when you realized the two pilots were back by the dartboard, the blond one having sunk three bullseyes and performing what appeared to be a victory shimmy.  

He looked like a Ken doll, like someone had manufactured him in a Mattel factory, then turned him to life and told him he could do anything a real boy could do. 

You laughed to yourself at his antics, and watched while the quiet one collected the darts and took his stance for his turn. His first dart landed on double 16—solid, except it couldn’t beat 3 bullseyes.

You’d wanted to thank him for helping out before Penny got there, and this was as good a chance as any, so you hopped off the barstool and crossed towards the darts wall.

“Hey,” you said, inelegant but effective, appearing behind the two of them, turning to look at you in surprise. “May I?”

The blond man made a sound in the back of his throat like he was both shocked and thrilled by your presence, and he nodded like of course you could butt in. You looked over at the quieter one, trying to pretend he wasn’t the most beautiful person you’d seen in your life. 

They’d both looked great from a distance, but up close, he was somehow even prettier, and as you looked at him, the corners of his mouth turned up in a hint of a smile. It was like he liked the weight of your eyes, which was terribly flattering, and you found yourself wanting to smile back. You looked away quickly, back to Ken Doll, thinking about the accent you’d heard in his bragging earlier. 

“Texas?” you asked, to distract yourself.

He raised an eyebrow. “Six generations back.”

You hummed, before holding out a hand to the quiet one. 

“The lady will shoot for her own hand,” Ken Doll said, like he was quoting something, a laugh in his voice as you felt two darts drop into your palm. 

“Pick that up from Medieval Times?” you asked.

“Brave, actually,” he muttered, before smiling sheepishly, “my sister’s kids love that movie.” 

“What do they call you?” you asked, turning the darts over in your hands. It was a guess, but the way his eyebrows raised slightly when he registered the cadence of your question confirmed you were right.

“Hangman,” he said, lifting his chin over your shoulder. “That’s Coyote.”

You looked over at him. “Hey.”

He smiled, slow and easy, and you looked away before you messed up your shot. You focused, let it go, and Coyote whistled. 

“Triple 20,” he said.

“Triple 20,” you agreed, looking back at Hangman. “Want to see it again?”

Hangman’s eyes narrowed as he did the quick mental math, and beside you, Coyote crossed his arms across his chest, laughing quietly. It was a warm sound, and tempted though you were to turn and see it, you let go of the last dart and watched as it landed next to your first. 

“Look at that; Coyote wins,” you wiped your hands on your jeans, smiling at a shocked Hangman.

“Damn,” he said quietly, then grinned. “I like you; you can stay.”

You snorted as he strolled lazily across to the board to pull out the darts, before you turned to look at Coyote, who was watching you already. He had deep brown eyes, eyes that looked kind, like they laughed easy, like they didn’t miss much. 

“Anyways,” you said, apropos of nothing, clearing your throat. “I came over here to say thanks for backing me up at the bar.”

Something like surprise flashed across his face before he could stop it. He shrugged like anyone would’ve done it, like it was nothing special to believe women, to support a stranger the same way he’d supported his friend all evening, and in that moment—before he knew who you were, before you knew his actual name, before you’d spoken more than a dozen words to the man—you fell hard for Javy Machado. 

“Bob, you’re killing me,” Payback groaned, and you jerked out of the memory. Apparently, Fritz’s turn was done, Bob biffed it, and Phoenix lifted her hand in an “after you” gesture as Coyote stepped up to the table. 

He walked slowly, and you tried to be impartial like Callie’d said, but it was damn hard when his shoulders filled out his khakis like that. He walked a slow circle, frowning at the spread and you shifted the pool cue in your own hands, telling yourself to stop staring and continuing to do just that.

“Duckie,” a soft voice called across the room, “if you don’t take the shot already, we’re going to be here all night.” 

Javy dropped the pool cue with a clatter, turning to find the voice. You spotted Jake the same time everybody else did, his chest puffed out proudly as he escorted an older woman on his arm. She wore warm gray senegalese twists, dangling turquoise earrings and a wide smile you’d recognize anywhere.

“Momma?” Javy asked softly, then a grin split his face as he sprinted across the room. His mother opened her arms as Javy rushed into them, carefully bending his tall frame to enfold her, before straightening and spinning her around. Their laughter echoed around the room and a couple claps of applause went up. 

Jake slapped a hand on Javy’s back as he stepped around them, walking over to the pool table to give them a minute together. Phoenix smiled lightly at him, a soft thing that you doubted any of you were meant to see, before she cleared her throat, looking back at you.

“See, this is why we put up with him being an asshole as much as he is,” she told you, shaking her head at Jake. “He’ll leave you out as bait if it gets him a shot at a bandit, but he’ll remember your mother’s birthday, burn his visitor passes, and fly her across the country to surprise you.”

“Take it easy, Nat,” Jake said lightly, resting his knuckles on the pool table and surveying the game’s progress since he’d stepped away. “You’ll ruin my reputation.”

Phoenix shook her head before lining up her next shot, and Jake pushed away from the table to come stand next to where you and Halo were seated on the couch.

You bumped his shoulder with yours as you both looked back across the center, where Javy and his mom were walking arm-and-arm towards your group.

“That was awful sweet of you,” you told him quietly, not wanting to “ruin his reputation” as he put it. 

“The fact that you don’t sound surprised means Phoenix’s lies are taking root,” Jake muttered, but you heard the pride in his voice; he was pleased with himself for pulling this off.

You looked away from the pair over to Jake, who held out a hand for you to hand him his pool cue. You passed it to him, tipping your head, holding onto the other end of it.

“So there was absolutely no altruism involved in reuniting your best friend with his mom?”

“You wound me, Cross,” Jake said drily, but he lifted his chin at Javy’s mother, who was smiling broadly up at her son, her eyes shining as she patted at his uniform proudly. “Give it a sec; let’s see if it pays off.”  

You weren’t sure what that meant, but you felt your expression turn soft at the clear fondness between Javy and his mother; somehow you always knew he’d be a momma’s boy. Her neck was craned at a sharp angle to look up at him, but both of their smiles were wide as they broke into the group. 

“Guys,” Javy said, his voice nearly giddy, “this is my mom. Momma, this is the group. We’ve got Payback, Bob, Phoenix, Fritz—I guess you already know Jake—Halo, and Cross.”

You all smiled and waved as Javy pointed you out to his mother, and her kind eyes followed Javy’s hand around the circle. You thought you might’ve imagined they lingered a little longer on you, but then her smile grew wider as she looked back at Javy. She elbowed him, then looked back at you.

“Now, Javy,” she chided gently, “I know that’s not how you introduce me to your girlfriend.”

The group stilled, and Jake pulled in a deep breath through his nose, his own smile turning decidedly smug as he pushed away from you, taking the cue with him. 

“And there’s your answer, Cross,” he said out of the side of his mouth, going over to the pool table and lining up a shot.

You wet your lips as your eyes darted from Mrs Machado up to Javy. 

His expression was a strange mix of shocked, mortified, and pleading, and you weren’t sure what Jake had done to land the both of you in this predicament, but you knew you weren’t about to spoil this reunion for Javy.

“Mrs. Machado,” you smiled, pushing away from the couch to come and hug her. “I’m so excited to get to meet you.”

Of course, she hugged like an angel. 

She was just a little shorter than you, and she held you like you were something precious she was excited to have in her arms. When you pulled back, her hands settled on your elbows and she beamed up at you. 

“Oh, aren’t you just the loveliest,” she smiled, and her voice sounded like the happiest thing. “You know, I told him, I did, when he started talking about the newest wiz—oh, what is that abbreviation?”

“WSO,” the group chorused.

“WSO,” Mrs. Machado nodded, grateful for the prompt. “Yes, well, when he started talking about you, I asked him if you were a nice young lady, and he insisted that you were just friends, but I just knew, you kept coming up in conversation and, well, I knew it was something more. And then sweet Jacob…”

She broke off to smile kindly at Hangman, and when you looked over your shoulder, Callie and Natasha had cornered him threateningly, but he looked too smug to be intimidated. Under Mrs. Machado’s eyes, they smiled charmingly, but their stance didn’t change. You appreciated them coming to your defense, but it did make you wonder how many people seemed to know about your crush.

“Yeah, sweet Jacob,” Payback deadpanned from the other side of the table, before assuming his role as Resident Adult of the squad. “Mrs. Machado, can we get you something to drink? I know lines at the base access point can be awful, maybe a glass of water?”

“Oh!” Mrs. Machado looked between Reuben and the kitchen, then at you. You smiled reassuringly, pulling your arms free from her. 

“I’ll be here,” you said, then reached over without looking, turning away. “Hey, Jay, can I have a word?”

“Yep, figured,” Javy muttered, as your hand closed on the lapel of his khakis, pulling him after you. 

“You both are doing my push ups after the next of Mav’s drills,” Payback hissed under his breath as your paths crossed.

“Done,” you said quickly.

“For sure,” Javy said, stumbling slightly as he tried to follow your shorter stride as you pulled him to a corner of the Family Center. You figured the group would be watching you so you turned your back to them, pulling Javy to stand in front of you.

“Wait, you’re his backseater,” Javy smoothed down his lapel, frowning over your shoulder in Reuben’s direction. “If he’s doing them, you are too, and 400 pushups isn’t—”

“You’ve got, like, 15 seconds to tell me why your mom thinks I’m your girlfriend.”

You probably could’ve handled it with more finesse, or at least not interrupted him. 

Javy’s hand came up to rub the back of his neck; if you didn’t know better, you’d say he was nervous, but there’s no way that was real, so you just waited on his explanation. 

“Okay, so she means well, my mom, but every time we talked, she’d be asking about if I’d met a nice girl, or telling me how one of her friends had a kid in town, that I should meet up with or—”

“15 seconds,” you reiterated, trusting in Reuben’s vamping ability, but the man was only mortal. 

“Right,” Javy swallowed. “Uh, so it’s just…one day she was just going on and on, and I said I’d asked someone out, and she wanted to know who and you were the first person I thought of.”

You blinked.

“Not like that, not like I’d planned on asking you out or something,” Javy rushed to say, which shouldn’t have stung as much as it did, but damn. He must’ve realized how that sounded, too, because he winced. “I mean, not like that, it was just the easiest lie that she’d believe and she was never supposed to be here and meet you and—”

You crossed your arms over your chest, eyes narrowing as you looked up at him. “How do you think this is going?”

“Yeah, not great,” Javy mumbled, his hand falling to his side.

“Awesome,” you muttered. “So now that we’ve established how it’s just a matter of me being the easiest lie, you didn’t want her to meet me, and you wouldn’t actually ask me out—”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Javy said stubbornly, even though it was what he’d just said. He looked frustrated, and you couldn’t tell if it was towards your reaction or something else but when he opened his mouth, the words got stuck, because he just sighed.

Javy drew in a deep breath, looking over your shoulder. You knew when his eyes landed on his mom, because his whole face softened, and his shoulders drooped slightly. 

“Tell me this,” you said, weighing your words carefully, “is this for her or for you?”

“For her,” he said, with conviction, and when he looked back at you, your heart skipped a beat at the look in his eyes. It was honest and deep, something selfless and that scared him too, and you believed him. 

“She gets worried about me,” he explained. “What she and my dad have is special…when me or my siblings don’t have that, she gets worried. Like, it’s something she prays for. I know she’s proud of me and my career and all that, but I think a part of her will always think something’s missing, unless I’m with someone.”

You looked over your shoulder to find Mrs. Machado in the kitchen, smiling happily at Rueben as he made her some tea. She had this aura of comfort around her, that of being loved and known, and wanting it for everyone around her. It wasn’t an energy you were super familiar with, but you could understand that it would be heavy for someone like Javy to bear.

And this was a terrible idea—you were gonna embarrass yourself at the least, potentially break your own heart at the worst—but you couldn’t say no.

“Okay,” you sighed. “So, how do we do this?”

Javy’s eyes closed for a moment in relief, and for a second you thought he was going to reach for you, but then he held himself steady, his hands clenching at his sides.

“Thank you,” he said quietly. 

You nodded, already regretting this, knowing if you could do it again, you’d choose the same result, every time.

“Yeah,” you said, rubbing at your temples briefly before looking back up at him. “Um, I guess, how much do you want me around? I’m sure you guys want time for just the two of you.”

Javy seemed to think it over. “I’ll probably take her to dinner tonight—she’ll invite you, but I think we can get you out of it. If…do you want to do breakfast tomorrow?”

Somewhere a trickster god was chortling, thrilled by Javy asking a question you’d never expected to hear, and in an entirely different context.

“I can do breakfast,” you said. 

“Great,” Javy said, a full smile growing. “God, thank you. Great.” 

And somewhere that same trickster god rolled their eyes, because you were a simpleton who’d do any number of ridiculous things to see that smile again. 

Javy squeezed your shoulder lightly, moving to go around you before stopping himself and stepping back.  

“You’ve never called me ‘Jay’ before,” he said, his expression curious.

And you hadn’t, never aloud. But in your texts to your girlfriends back home, you referred to him by his initial, just in case someone ever stole your phone.

“Yeah, well," you deferred, "Duckie was taken, so…”

Javy’s nose wrinkled as he tried not to laugh, and there it was, that smile again.  

“I had a stuffed duck, when I was a kid,” he explained. “Took it everywhere with me, like some kids have their blankets…Momma always told me she loved me like I loved that duck, and it kind of stuck.”

“That’s adorable,” you said, honest. 

Javy waved a hand, like it wasn’t anything, and then he looked back at you.

“I like it,” he said, something different in his voice. “Jay.”

You weren’t sure what to say to that, so you pressed your lips together and shrugged. Javy looked at you for a moment, then he tilted his head towards the group. You turned with him, following him back to the group, telling yourself it was going to be fine. 

Of course, that was until Mrs. Machado insisted that they drive you home. 

Thankfully, you were able to convince her to take the passenger seat, so as Mrs. Machado and Javy talked quietly, the soft music on the speakers kept their conversation from reaching you in the backseat. You leaned your head against the glass of the window, trying to recall the cross streets from memory, rather than think too hard about any part of tonight. The car was in park for a minute before you realized it was idling in front of your apartment. 

“Oh, sorry,” you said quickly, sliding off your seatbelt and leaning forward to brush Mrs. Machado’s shoulder lightly, “it was so great to meet you. Thanks for driving me home.”

“Of course,” she beamed over her shoulder at you, reaching back to catch your hand in hers, and squeezing. “I’m so glad we’ll get to visit more tomorrow.”

You smiled back, then let go of her, sliding down to the seat to the door. As you unfolded yourself out of the backseat, Javy’s hand appeared on the car door, holding it open for you as you climbed out. He shut it behind you, walking beside you towards the door of your apartment. 

You looked up at him out of the side of your eye. 

People shouldn’t be pretty from this angle but he was. The moonlight seemed to highlight his long lashes, and the soft shadow they cast over his face.  

“You don’t have to walk me,” you said under your breath, once you were out of hearing range of the car. 

“Nah,” Javy said, his voice lower rather than quieter. “Momma knows I’d walk my girl to the door.”

It wasn’t a long walk up the driveway, but you seemed aware of every step. Or maybe the world just froze when Javy said my girl. 

You glanced over at him again, admiring the way he looked perfectly at ease, his hands tucked into his pockets, steps slow to match your pace. You thought about how sweet his mother was, how excited she’d been at the prospect of spending time with you tomorrow. She was probably watching from the car now, and it did somewhat soothe the guilt in your chest, knowing that someone else had set a precedent for her, and she wouldn’t be too disappointed when her son calmly told her you had broken up.

“That’s good that she’s met others,” you said, climbing the first step to your porch, “it’s less intimidating to know I just have to be an average.”

Javy made a soft sound, something between a hum and an exhale, shoulders rising slightly in a shrug. “Actually, you’re the first since the Academy.”   

You stopped on the step, turning to find Javy watching you closely. With the added height, the two of you were almost eye level, and your stomach flipped. His brown eyes seemed to glitter, something soft like starlight in them.

“But you said…” you trailed off, realizing Javy had said it was how he would be, not how he’d been. “Literally how is that possible?” 

Javy smiled easily, looking back at the car, then back at you as he lifted his chin. “I’m gonna take that as a compliment.”

You smiled back, you couldn’t not, even as you shook your head, despite the heat crawling up your neck because you didn’t realize you’d said that out loud. He was too bright to leave you unaffected, so you stood there on the step, smiling like a fool at a man who somehow had no idea how much of a marvel he was.

Which is when you realized you were staring again.

“Well,” you said, looking away, taking another step up the porch, “thanks again for the ride home. And walking me up here, and I guess…I’m gonna go inside.”

“Oh,” Javy said it quietly, like he hadn’t meant to, like you’d surprised him. He nodded, and you waited for him to say something else, as he looked over his shoulder at the car, but then his easy smile was back again. “Yeah, no worries. Actually, thank you, right?”

You were pretty sure the moonlight was playing tricks on you. 

Because there was something in Javy’s expression that you hadn’t seen before, something that looked like uncertainty, something almost like wondering. The extra step put you almost taller than him, your faces closer than you’d expected. Javy blinked slowly, his gaze darting down to your mouth before he stepped back a half pace, like he’d remembered something. 

It had to be the moonlight, or you were seeing things.

But you were the first person that’d come to mind when he’d needed a lie, and that had to count for something, right, and he’d looked for a moment like he was trying to think of a reason to keep you on the porch.

You reached for him, your fingers curling around the back of his neck and the slightest pull was enough for him to take back that half step, then more, closer, which was enough for you to know it wasn’t just the moon, and you kissed him.

Or you meant to.

The moment your lips brushed against his, Javy’s hands were on your waist, his long fingers spreading across your lower back, his body heat seemingly burning through the thin fabric of your shirt, like he needed to hold onto you. And then you weren’t kissing him, because he was kissing you, something that you couldn’t quite believe was happening. It was slow and soft and absolutely devastating, as unrealistically perfect as only Javy could be.

And then it was over, just as quickly as it had happened.

Javy’s lips lifted from yours, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before he pulled back entirely. Still two steps down, you liked how he looked, looking up at you.

“I’ll wait till you get inside,” Javy asked softly, his voice like velvet, and you nodded, very uncertain if you could find words. You rested a hand on his shoulder to lean down to wave at the car, and Mrs. Machado, who was practically beaming back at you, before letting go and walking up to unlock the door. You let yourself in, turning just inside the frame to find Javy still watching you.

“Night, Jay,” you said. 

Javy’s lips parted at the nickname, then he smiled at you, bright as the noonday sun. 

“Night, Cross,” he said. His hands were in his pockets and he took a step back from you, waiting for you to shut the door. You did, leaning your back up against it, and waited for the sounds of the car starting and them driving away. 

Now, what the hell had that been about? And, more importantly, how were you supposed to survive tomorrow?

//

next chapter

taglist: @peakyrogers @mxgyver @princessphilly @hangmanbrainrot @wildbornsiren @roosterforme @blowmymbackout @datemephoenix @fuckyeahhangman @lt-bradshaw @double-j @callsignvalley @sebsxphia @javihoney @jadore-andor @rosiahills22 @andrewrussgarfield @teacupsandtopgun i don't have a coyote list yet bc this is my first writing for him, so if any of you folks would like to be not included, please do let me know!

[siempre-bucky]

Could I request number 11 from list 1 with Hangman, please? 💙

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Summary: a young Jake literally falls for the girl of his dreams showing her around his family's ranch.

eleven: falling head over heels in love

wc: 1.1k

a/n: I hope you like it!!

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Fanboy was the first to notice the dried flowers in delicate glass frames that were hung neatly on the wall. Phoenix came up next, spiked lemonade in her hand, and recognized the pink rose from your wedding bouquet. Payback slid another drink into Mickey’s hand and studied frames in your new home. “Yo, Jake,” He called out, twisting to look back at him, “What’s this one?” He pointed to a tried sprig of lavender with his beer bottle. 

Your friend's eyes turned to your husband and you smiled at the pink blush dusting his tan cheeks. “Well,” he sighed, dawning a signature Seresin smirk, “that’s from the day we met.”  

Years ago, before the medals, muscles, and jet fuel, Jake was a scrawny little thing helping on his family’s ranch. His father sat at the lace covered kitchen table, reading glasses low on his nose while he sifted through documents. His mother, as if she had a mud radar, turned around as soon as the door closed behind Jake. “Jacob!” She scolded, pointing her wooden spoon at his boots. “You’re trackin’ mud into my house.” 

He looked down and behind, perfect mud footprints on the light brown wood. “Sorry ma,” he apologized, stepping back onto the rug his mom placed just for that purpose and toeing out of his boots. 

“Jake,” his dad chimed in, rubbing his face and watching his son hurry to the fridge to stick his head inside the cold. “That botanist lady’s comin’ round to survey the plants that came up after last month's storm. I want you to join me, it’d be a good experience.” 

Jake grabbed one of the mason jars of lemonade his sister prepared and unscrewed the lid. He groaned quietly at the idea of going back into the Austin sun, he’d been out here all morning and now he was expected to help entertain some plant lady? He had a date with a cold shower and a bar of soap. As he drank, his eyes fell on his father who looked at him stoically. He’d rather not argue. 

“Yeah, alright,” he panted, looking at the now empty jar. 

The two Seresin men walked underneath the large trees and up to the stables, Jake’s frown attached to his lips the entire walk. There stood a taller woman, her long dark hair braided nicely down her back. She looks like a zookeeper in that get up, Jake thought to himself as he tucked his hands in his jeans pockets. He stood by one of the posts holding up the stable awning as his father and the woman shook hands, occupied by the ants marching past him.

They talked for about two minutes before the shaggy blonde grew bored, resulting in him leaning against the old wood. “Mr. Seresin,” the lady beamed, checking behind her. “This is my niece, she’s helping me for the summer. She’s got a true eye for flowers.” 

Jake looked back up, the lilac color of your sundress caught his attention. Oh shit. The way you smiled at his father, the sweet tone of your voice complimenting the ranch, the way you looked in the sun. His balance shifted, his shoulder losing its grip on the post and sending him straight to the ground. “That’s my son Jake,” his father sighed. You bit back a chuckle, holding your book of flowers over your lap. 

Jake quickly picked himself up and dusted himself off, trying to hide the developing blush on his cheeks. “Hi,” he recovered charmingly.

“Mind showin’ our guest those flowers growin’ by the house?” John Seresin knew the look of love when he saw it. Young love made the older man smile. He saw the shy glimmer in your eye as well as his. 

Jake sucked in his lips, but nodded. You followed him close by, not failing to notice how tall he was. “I’m Y/N,” you said shyly. 

“Pleasure to meet you,” he returned, unconfident in his tone. 

“The pleasure’s all mine.” 

His head whipped over to you, his pretty green eyes widened a little at the sudden boldness. Keep it cool, keep it cool. He would be if he wasn’t tripping over his feet, all the rocks were against him. “Shit,” he coughed after almost falling. 

“Are your boots too big or somethin’?” you joked, approaching the house. 

The crimson on his cheeks went a shade darker. He couldn’t believe this! Tripping over some girl like he was a newborn fawn. “You’re funny,” he grimaced. 

“I try,” you giggled. 

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence before reaching the house. Jake was the first to speak, “I think those are the flowers my dad was talking about,” he motioned toward the purple flowers lining the fence. You grinned at the pretty sight and carefully dropped to your knees to inspect them. Jkke sat beside you, careful not to crush the flowers, and leaned back against the fence. 

“Lavandula augustifolia,” you mumbled to yourself, your fingers gently touching the flowers.

 Jake raised an eyebrow, “What?” 

You chuckled and shook your head, “English lavender,” you simplified, “it typically grows in England but Texas can get it too. It’s pretty.” 

Like you, Jake smiled to himself and watched as you studied them and the ground it grew in. Jake carefully plucked one of the sprigs and held it up to you, “For you,” he offered with a shy smile, “it matches your dress.” 

You took the flower and held it to your nose, your eyes never leaving the handsome boy. A warmth went through you as your fingers brushed, his were surprisingly soft and comforting. “Thank you, Jake.” 

“You can take as much as you’d like.” 

You shook your head and opened your book to place the stem of the flower inside for safe keeping, “That’s alright—this one’s my favorite.”  

A round of lovesick awes pulled Jake from his memory, and suddenly he wasn’t at his childhood property anymore surrounded by freshly bloomed flowers. “Go back to getting drunk please,” he hummed sarcastically; he overheard Javy whisper that he’d tell them the story. “Honey,” he turned his attention to you, putting eucalyptus in your vase. 

“Yes, dear,” you smiled. 

“You never did tell me why that one was your favorite.” He slid an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side. 

“It wasn’t obvious?” 

“No?” 

Well,” you sighed and leaned into him, “it’s my favorite because a handsome boy that literally fell for me gave it to me.” 

The man rolled his eyes, “I didn’t fall for you,” he defended badly, clearly lying. 

You reached up and kissed his cheek, “Yeah you did,” you hummed. 

He held you close and kissed the top of your head, “Don’t tell anyone.” 

“I won’t, but I think Javy might.” 

Their friends erupted with laughter which made Jake wince, “Fine. I did.”

[campbyler]

this is part of a longer ask and we didn’t want this response to get lost in the sauce, so here’s a separate post about it! brought to you once again by thea who is the only #gamer #girl 😵‍💫

mike: mike is Such a nintendo fanboy to me and a big fan of the legend of zelda series! his favorite entries are breath of the wild, tears of the kingdom, and twilight princess. he also is a big fan of the story of skyward sword! i don’t know if we will ever mention it in acswy, but he is in the middle of his totk playthrough as the fic is progressing, so he does spend a lot of his free time with his switch! i think he also plays mario games and a firm metroid enjoyer!

will: animal crossing mostly! he likes to watch other people play video games more than he likes playing them himself, especially horror games. i think he has also dabbled in pikmin, kirby, and yoshi games, but gets stressed out easily as the player, so he doesn’t play them a lot!

max: biiiig big fan of the last of us entries and red dead 2 but also like. all the bratz games. duality of woman

el: Any Farming Sim. loves stardew and story of seasons the most! and sims 4. i also think she likes puzzle games like unpacking and a little to the left! and 2 me she is a surprisingly formidable smash opponent.

lucas: final fantasy and kingdom hearts for sure! and the spiderman entries for ps4/5. i also think he played tekken and timesplitter as a kid. if he’s playing nintendo it’s mario or yoshi! mike begs pleads cries and throws up for lucas to play zelda but atp he won’t budge just to annoy mike 💙 he will watch mike play tho and look up a walkthrough for him if he needs it!

dustin: i think dustin loves classic platformers like crash bandicoot and spyro and is a big fan of the fire emblem series bc it’s very strategy oriented. he’s definitely more into pc games than the rest of the party as well! i’m not a huge pc gamer myself so i’m not gonna throw out any specific titles other than obviously minecraft LOL he also strikes me as a banjo and kazooie and jak and daxter fan. also chibi robo bot!

[agrosehamada]

So Luna and I. Had an amazing opportunity to go on a trip. To meet THE Steve Blum. Oh my goddess. We had to stand in line for three hours but it was WORTH IT. He was the sweetest man. I was a little nervous about bringing Luna and a print of all my Kalluzeb fanbabies for the autograph. But he was SO sweet about them, he said that Zeb and Alex "make beautiful babies" and Luna was like "looking in a mirror", asked if the kids help with growing Meilooruns in the garden and I was like absolutely they do!!! Steve Blum supports Kalluzeb fanbabies confirmed, this was the validation I needed in my life 😭 He was also so nice to me even with me visibly fanboying like crazy, when I walked up in my Ezra cosplay he put on the Zeb voice and went "I know you! I've missed you!" All my space family feels!!! And when I told him how Star Wars Rebels is such a big part of my life and was a major part of my journey to my coming out as trans he said "Thank you for making me a part of your journey!" Like all my emotions!!! 💙

It was just. An incredible and very special experience and very much worth the wait.

And just some random aesthetic pictures from the con--sorry I was not on my best cosplay game today, at least in my pics, but it was still an incredible day!!!

[annathesillyfriend]

A few days late, but it's here! Just a tiny little list of stories that made me feel thing this month. I wish you all a wonderful December 💙

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!

🌉JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN🌉

there's a honey by @bussyslayer333

↳ one shot, penny's niece!reader, first fic i read this month and what a wonderful start it was!

love that's a real long shot by @callsignvalley

↳ one shot, 18+, pilot!reader, fwb, angst, top tier story 🙌

birthday blues by @dilfsouls

↳ one shot, jake forgets her birthday, she tortures him but she's obssesed with him at the same time (which is very relatable)

first impressions by @imjess-themess

↳ one shot, 18+, mitchell!reader, there is a special place in my heart for all the "4 times... and one time..." fics

less misery, more company by @seresinhangmanjake

↳ one shot,  “everyone loves when a hot guy suffers" - yes, yes we do 😊

forever winter by @hufflepuffprincesse

↳ one shot, beautiful piece of work 💙

birds away by @wombtotombx

↳ series, pilot!reader. best friends to lovers, high quality content 👏

🌉BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW🌉

red flags, green flags by @roosterforme

↳ one shot, this was so fun and so so good!!

🌉ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD🌉

he didn't have to be by @imjess-themess

↳ one shot, single mom!reader, this is so sweet i love it so much 🥺

return to me by @lt-bradshawaw

↳ one shot, wife!reader, wonderful fic!!

all i want for christmas (is you) by @bussyslayer333

↳ one shot, 18+, all i want for christmas is one robery floyd

bobby burns by @sebsxphia

↳ one shot, i just want bob to take me home to his ma and make me a part of their family, is it too much too ask???

🌉MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA🌉

don't drop my baby by @callsign-squints

↳ one shot, the squad meeting baby garicia and i'm hjfkdhgjfhdkgd

as blue as your taste (i taste the same) by @rea-gar-targaryen

↳ one shot, 18+, if the summary doesn't make you want to drop everything you're doing and go read it asap, then i don't know what is wrong with you

🌉STEVE HARRINGTON🌉

bruised and bloody by @stvharrngton

↳ one shot, friends to lovers, pining idiots that make me go AHHHHHH

wine night by @pouringmyheartouttoastranger

↳ one shot, 18+, the final line of this fic is 'comfy, and happy, and in love' and that's exaclty how i feel after reading it

hot for teacher by @handful0fteeth

↳ one shot, 18+, this is some good shit™ right there 🥵

this fic by @sunshinehollandd

↳ one shot, dad!steve, can you hear my scream??? 😭 this is the most adorable thing ever

tell me again by @appocalipse

↳ one shot, friends to lovers but make it angst, we love to see them suffer 🤗

somewhere only we know by @stevebabey

↳ one shot, this was wonderful and made my heart grow 10 times bigger

this fic by @luveline

↳ one shot, oh to have steve harrington carry your photo around in his wallet :')

you and i by @chervbs

↳ one shot, look! it's friends to lovers again! and they're still idiots :)

keep my hand in yours by @harringtown

↳ one shot, i want to get a voucher for playing with steve's hair for christmas this year, please and thank you

i will always be right there by @familyvideostevie

↳ one shot, if someone told me 'you will always be my first choice', i'd be literally dead at the spot

heat of the moment by @appocalipse

↳ one shot, old friends to lovers, steve saying “you can move all the way to another planet and I still wouldn’t be able to forget how I feel about you.” leaves 4 dead, 21 injured

the upside of love by @osterfield-holland-andcompany

↳ one shot, 18+, this is a want but also a need

cute aggression by @retrobutterflies

↳ one shot, cute things ahead!

this fic by @forever-rogue

↳ one shot, SO CUTE I CAN'T

🌉EDDIE MUNSON🌉

the rest of the story by @jobean12-blog

↳ one shot, friends to lovers written by the wonderful Jo, of course it's amazing!

necking by @roanniom

↳ one shot, 18+, i think about his neck and jaw and suddenly i can't breath

baby, slow it down and baby, kiss me quick by @upsidedownwithsteve

↳ two shot, 18+, fwb, pure gold, each paragraph is better than the last

an attempt at a one night stand by @whoahoney

↳ series, 18+, single mom!reader, oh wow 🥵 that's my review

i want your video by @thefreak-thebanished

↳ one shot, 18+, modern!au, delicious 🤤🤤

🌉BUCKY BARNES🌉

what i wouldn't do and the lenghts i'd go to by @real-jane

↳ two shot, 18+, detective!bucky who is an idiot in love with his partner and i am an idiot in love with Kate's work <3

poet laureate by @real-jane

↳ series, professor!bucky, we don't deserve all this greatness that Kate's graces us with 🙌

the bet by @wkemeup

↳ one shot, the words can't describe how much i loved this

🌉SAM WILSON🌉

on a leash by @rassvetsky

↳ one shot, friends to lovers, SHSHHSHSHSH I LOVE THIS

🌉PETER PARKER🌉

eyes on me: dressed up by @thegirlintheswivelchair

↳ one shot, that man, i love him so much!!

🌉RHETT ABBOTT🌉

whiskey sour by @h0neyfire

↳ one shot, 18+, i have zero (0) thoughts in my mind right now, my brain is not working 🥴

white picket gences & embroidery by @sebsxphia

↳ one shot, the domestic fluff in this one just makes me want to scream, cry and throw up but like in a good way

[finleyforevermore]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @meowydoe!!!! 🥳🧁🎉🎊✨🎁🎂💌

Every now and again when we interact, a tiny part of my brain is fanboying a bit because you're the Daisy! Who posted all those RTC audios in the past and was kinda a celebrity- I'm friends with a VERY important part of the RTC fandom

But even beyond that, you've been such a great friend! Just interacting with you often gives me little boosts of energy because you're always so enthusiastic and I really appreciate and love that about you!

Anyway, I don't wanna get all rambly, so I'll cut this off here 😅

Happy birthday Daisy! Love you lots and have an awesome birthday! 💖💖💚💚💚💙💙💙 /plat

[moonchild-in-blue]

Okay kids, mini story time for those of you who care, aka, Darya meets a ST fan irl and struggles to not look insane.

So last night I had dinner with some friends, and we were chatting about concerts and what not, specifically Twenty One Pilots. We're all pretty big fans, and we were kinda upset that they weren't coming here, and whether it was worth to spend that much money and see them in Spain or not.

Which led to discussing the ridiculous ticket prices being put now, and how difficult it is to even get them. I mentioned how hard it was for me to get Sleep Token tix, and the insane amounts of money some US peeps payed to see them.

Then my friend said "Sleep Token? Oh they're so good".

Kids. The way I LEPT out of my seat and went "OH MY GOD??? YOU LISTEN TO ST TOO???? I AM OBSESSED RAAAAA".

And then he told me, yeah I've listened to a few of their songs, they're sick. Their drummer ii is insane (my friend is a drummer). Then he told me he had watched one of his Drumeo videos (The Summoning), and just how incredible ii was (OUR TINY KING), and I told him, dude you *have* to watch the longer one. Also he put one out today!!! Have you watched that one yet????

Mind you, I was glowing and vibrating with excitement. My best friend was like, chill Darya, he's not as a fanboy as you, you're gonna scare him. Which fair, I had to tone it down a little bit because I was starting to look crazy lmao (all in good fun though. I did dunk on him because I've been trying to get him into ST properly FOR A YEAR and so far he's only listened to TMBTE smh).

Then we talked a little bit about them, how they sounded so different, and then we sorted frazzled out to other bands and what not but. Yall 🥹 it was so nice.

We have pretty similar tastes in music, but I still was surprised since I never really heard him talk about them (tbf we haven't hung out in a while, which is very much my fault but still). One more of us 🥹💙

[fandomestloser]

⋆⋅welcome⋅⋆ call me ellis. he/him pronouns. trans, pansexual. fanboy. chronically online, i write fanfics and poetry. i stand with palestine. ambiverted infp-t. type six. sagittarius. gmt +9:30. founding fuck. just a jolly little fella tryna get by. i run @onedirectionandblank, the @bemyvalentinechallenge, and @thecornerwehaunt - please check them out.

autumnleavesforwinter -> holes-in-my-false-confidence -> timecanalwayshealyou -> roundagaininanemotionalblender -> theblackdog-taylorsversion -> fandomestloser

⋆⋅links⋅⋆ my ao3 my spotify discord: loneolecowboy - dms welcome.

fandom list, fic masterpost, requests, asks, tags beneath the cut

⋆⋅fandoms⋅⋆

one direction/solo - this is my main fandom. i rb all sorts, i discuss music, and i write fanfics. my main 1d fic atm is on hiatus. will be a few months before i return to it.

hamilton - this is my other main fandom. i rb my mutuals fics, and the occasional fanart. i discuss the songs and write fanfics. my main wip atm, watch the sun rise, is being updated as regularly as i can make work!

5sos - side fandom. i dont fic around here, but i *do* talk about their music a little bit (and calum. because like. calum.)

marauders - side fandom. i write fanfics (predominantly wolfstar) - all linked below.

rwrb - side fandom. i write fanfics, again, linked below.

heartstopper - side fandom. currently only wip fanfics, but hoping to get some out soon! mostly tara&darcy.

nevermoor - side fandom. currently only wips - mostly morrigan&cadence or hawthorne&___ fics atm.

noah kahan - side fandom. i discuss music and cry a lot. like a lot lot. was at melb. n1 of the stick season tour<3 (acoustic set!! view between villages!! passenger!! help me!!!!!) (seriously please leave asks/reach out, i love talking about noah.)

others:

ed sheeran

hozier

olivia rodrigo

conan gray

billie eilish + finneas

sabrina carpenter

doctor who

taylor swift

⋆⋅complete works⋅⋆

1d:

underneath the mistletoe - larry stylinson christmas au

tear away my tattoos - larry stylinson break-up au

just for a moment - larry stylinson break-up au

grey hairs - larry stylinson old age au

greatest fear - larry stylinson 1D reunion au

hold on - larry stylinson mental health au

orange juice - larry stylinson break-up au

gone - zayn's death au

they're singing deck the halls - larry stylinson advent calendar fic

challenge collections (including wolfstar, firstprince, 1d, hamilton)

whumptober 2023 - masterpost.

whumpcember 2023

whumpuary 2024 - masterpost

⋆⋅ongoing works⋅⋆

1d:

caffeine factor - ziam mayne coffee shop au - on hiatus.

letters from my bedroom floor - poetry compilation

hamilton:

watch the sun rise - fic post

⋆⋅coming soon⋅⋆

forever - fic post coming soon

2011 - fic post coming soon

painkillers series - series + fic posts coming soon

⋆⋅requests⋅⋆

i take fanfiction requests for almost any tropes and pairings, in the fandoms listed above. no explicit sexual content, no non-con underage, no a/b/o dynamics, and no y/n fics requests. one shots will most likely be written and posted within two months, depending on my personal schedule, and the complexity of the request.

⋆⋅tags⋅⋆

#mutuals - my lovely mooties #ask answered - asks #ellis is at it again - me completely bullshitting my way through life/being a complete dumbass. #ellis is angry again - me ranting/getting political

⋆⋅asks⋅⋆

ask whatever. be respectful. or dont. i dont really care.

⋆⋅mutuals⋅⋆

my lovely mutuals; @jittyjames 💙 @enchantedlandcoffee @keeganisabluegreener 💕 @felizusnavidad @surrowndedbylights💡 @fansykiltentragedry @queerhoodie @elledino @loveheartslouis @larrysballetslippers @braverytattoos @littleohs @hellolovers13 @parmahamlarrie @l0veproof @cc-horan28 🥔 @ravenclawdirectioner @mynightsoutofsight @weeping-in-the-willows 🍭 @skeelly @fandomgirl1999 @idontwanttobeabuzzkill @allll-these-ruins 🔞 @evilteapot 🫖 @lighter-like-a-feather 💋 @like-the-stars-i-shine @youareinlovetv @faintedlcve @abodyhasbeenfound 🌌 @anniesmusingsoneverything @starduckys 🦆 @lonelydncers @berryzxx @runwiththerain @foaming-sea @bodybetters @a-beautiful-fool 🦋 @half-eaten-baguetteee @fresasconsal @alltheliars 🔪 @i-must-confess-i-am-an-idiot 🍁 @kurtcobainsgreencardigan 🩷 @octoberconstellation @stars-over-ice-cream @rep-meow-tay-tion 🌻 @justlikeyou

(i am at some point going to assign you all like. emojis or tags or something. it is just 1:18am and im delirious so not right now.) (also this is absolutely everyone i follow who follows me back. i would like to get closer to a lot of these people, as i dont talk much to most of them. i also am always up for meeting new mutuals but im socially awkward so you gotta reach out lmao.)

⋆⋅thank you⋅⋆

this post is regularly updated for challenges/works/links, etc.

[dreamiara]

Well I'm here since the drituation so by now I'm dnf obsessed

As soon as I started researching Dream, YouTube started recommending me dnf compilations. It was actually a big reason why I got into the fandom. I was like: ohhh and he has strange little gay dynamic going on with his best friend. Sign me the fuck up. I want to know everything about them.

The first George video I ever watched was the meetup vlog and then I watched hours worth of dnf compilations.

It was very fun. Then I read tons of fanfic and watched all Dream's spaces and podcasts because I love his voice.

Ps. I saw them way before I knew about Dream in an among us lobby once, I was watching another streamer that was in the same lobby. I didn't realize until way later that they were the same Dream and George because I'm not good at remembering names or voices. I only realized that I already watched them play when I saw the among us game in a dnf complication.

I only remember one though about George and it was something along the lines: wow this guy is a little cringe, fanboying about this Dream guy so much (I didn't know they were best friends😂) It was pretty funny unlocking that memory while watching dnf compilation.

thank god 💚💙🫶

[swirlysmile]

hi! can you write something for hangman x reader where the reader loves to bake? sorry it's not too specific but i feel like this could go in many ways so do what you like💙

hell to the yes! hope you enjoy this (short) drabble!

word count: 326

warnings; none

Pastries

Jake loves coming home to the smell of whatever your current experiment was.

Apple pie, peach cobbler, brownies. He loved it all, especially the intoxicating scent that lingered throughout the house until you replaced it with something new. Honestly, he just loves being at home. He doesn’t feel any pressure to be better, and he loves it.

Today, he steps into the house to smell cinnamon rolls. 

He’s tired, dropping his duffel bag on the floor. He took a small shower on base, but the cold water did little to ease his aching bones. Those couple hundred push-ups were killer, and though he wouldn’t say it was for the push-ups he totally had a bone to pick with Payback and Fanboy.

Rolling out the dough was grueling, but you’re sure you’d be in a pile of goo on the floor if you had been in his position.

“Hi baby,” he says, wrapping an arm around you. He gives you a kiss and smiles, eyes crinkling just right. “God, I need a shower,” he groans, effectively ruining the moment. 

“Way to kill the mood, hotshot.” You say, shoving some cinnamon roll in his mouth and pushing him up the stairs. 

“Dinners almost done,”

“I’ll be in here for 15 minutes, tops.” You know it’s a lie, Jake takes his time in the shower, but you don’t really care to call him out. He claims that long showers (and lots of effort) are key to maintaining his good looks, and you don’t care to know what happens if you disagree.

Jake comes back down, his brushed out hair in a wet heap on his head.

“15 minutes tops?” You question teasingly. He grins at you, taking a seat at the table. “What can I say, I’m just the best.” 

“Definitely.” You go to kiss him again, and he gladly accepts the gesture. Dinner is good, but what he really wants is some more of that delicious cinnamon roll.

[halfway-happyyy]

come on a little journey with me, pals 💙

- rooster as a new dad™️

- he and the baby falling asleep together each night in the rocking chair

- pint-sized hawaiian shirts

- phoenix and bob definitely HANDMAKE the baby an airplane mobile

- maverick is one of the first people at the hospital when you give birth

- waking up to quiet conversations between rooster and your newborn:

- "you have the world's most amazing mama, kid."

- "i'm so lucky to be your dad. can't wait to see how many adventures we go on together."

- though the kid is only a week old, their bookshelf is already filled with rooster's favourites from childhood, and he intends to read one to them each night.

- 'take your baby to work day' was never a thing until yours came along and now all everyone (see: payback and fanboy) asks rooster is, 'when is y/n bringing the baby by???'

- framed pictures of goose and carole decorate your home, but rooster's personal favourite sits atop the baby's dresser.

[jungle-angel]

Top Gun Prompt List: Parenthood Alphabet

How about Fanboy with 13.   M- Mommy loves you? 💙💙💙💙💙💙

AAAAGH!! Honey I'm screaming!!! Yes please!!!! lol

You were so dead to the world right now. Everything hurt, your legs, your back and especially the.....downstairs.

It had been one of the longest days of your life, but Mickey had stayed with you every second of it, even the moments where he thought he'd lose his hand and his nuts from how hard you had squeezed.

But it was worth every second of it when you slowly opened your eyes and saw Mickey next to you, the tiny little girl in his arms, wrapped safely in her little pink baby blanket and her thick mop of black hair sticking out.

"Just remember Issa," he whispered. "Your uncles and I are gonna intimidate the first boy you bring home...."

You snickered a little bit but Mickey didn't take his eyes off Isabella. "Laugh now (y/n) but the minute she brings home a total douche canoe, all bets are off."

"Oh really?" you chuckled.

"Bob already said he was gonna rig up booby traps in the house," Mickey replied.

You laughed a little bit before drifting back off to sleep, but not before hearing the whispers between Mickey and Isabella. "You see that mi linda bebe? Mommy loves you too.....and so does daddy."

Mickey pressed a gentle kiss to Isabella's tiny little nose before drifting off to sleep himself.

[vendetta-if]

Me, like a true gentleman, an intelectual, reading all the interactions between Lukas and Jackal in all the post: AHHH LUCAS SO CUTE I ADORE HIM! JACKAL BEHAVIOUR AROUND HIM IS SO CUTE SO… *start hitting the closet wall cause all the emotions while fanboying* IF LUKAS IS HAPPY SO I AM

Also me, a paranoid: * intrusive thoughts* we dont know yet the reasons behind Jackal towards Lukas, What if he hurts him? What if he is not like we thought? We need to be careful 👀👀 and we will need to take a talk with him, to make it clear that just as Lukas is our protector, he is our protégé

One moment later: AHHH BUT THEY ARE SO CUTE, they are making me believe in loveeeeeee! 💙💙💙💙

… so… yeah, ty for making me feeling fifty opposites feelings at the same time… then, if you excuse me, i will go to cry for such a cutie pair, and how i will never be able to live it in person… ahh and then the people will continue telling me that i have such a hight standards for love lol sorry for my break english

B

Aww 🥰 I’m really glad you guys are loving Jackal and his teasing of our dear Uncle Luka 😆 I really enjoy writing the little snippets of their interactions! I also ship them really hard 😏

I can say that it might not take that long until MC finally meets him, although, not formally yet 😉 But there will be a more formal meeting with him where MC will be able to interrogate him ask him questions later on 😂

[sebsxphia]

I can't help myself and have to ask: How do you think Fanboy, Hangman and Phoenix (those two separately or together, if you think that would defer) would ease the reader into little one for the first time? The conversation about it is behind them, but the reader is stressed from work or some other adult-y thing and (one of) the aviators helps them relax.

Luv ya! 💜💙💜💙💜

-🌸

very good question dear anon!!!

phoenix is already the mum friend of the group, and if she’s helping you into little space for the first time, it doesn’t need much from her. she can tell you’re stressed out from a long day and sits you on her lap and asks what you need. her tone is soft and the moment she says, “do you want mommy to make you your favourite dinner?” you melt and you look up at her with glassy eyes and nod.

for fanboy, he can tell you just need to take your mind off the boring and stressful taxes you’re working through right now and will brush the hair from out of your face and tuck it behind your ear. “how about little one gets into their star trek pyjamas and we can watch your favourite episode?” your mind immediately slows down at his words and you get up from the kitchen table with grabby hands, pawing at his collar. “yes please, daddy.” he knows he’s got you and carries you upstairs to change.

with jake he can tell you’ve been holding off for a while since having the conversation and haven’t actually slipped since. you’re food prepping for the week and a bowl of sauce slips to the kitchen floor and smashes. you break down into tears and he rushes over to you, scooping you up into his big arms and carrying you to the kitchen table. “it’s alright, daddy’s got you.” he didn’t mean to call himself daddy, it just slipped, but the moment you hear ‘daddy’, you fall into little space and he realises straight away. “there they are, there’s my little one. let daddy take care of this, lets get you your blanket and stuffie.”

thank you so so much for this wonderful idea dear anon!!! it made me all 🥹🥹 and was so sweet to think about!! 💌💖

love ya too!! mwah!! <33