#look at my pretentious music gifs boy

[britomart]

and i'm flying away but i think i saw some turbines turning beneath me

black country, new road | turbines / pigs — live at bush hall (2023)

[ID: two gifs from bcnr's live at bush hall concert film. the first shows the band from behind, seated at a table with an empty chair, as may plays the piano on stage with soft lights in blue, yellow, and orange shining down on her. the second shows lewis uncorking a bottle of wine and pouring it into a glass. there is place card on the table reading "reserved for hubert dalcrose". /end ID.]

[diorctrl]

FAVOURITE SECRET nishimura riki x reader

𓂂 ˳ older sister’s best friend riki, fluff warnings: intentional lower case, swearing , kissing

opening your eyes, you sit up when you hear the sound of the front door of your home opening , rubbing your eyes you look at the hallway that leads to the living room that you’re currently in.

you hear the familiar voice of your older sister and lay back down on your couch , feeling less alarmed but the deep voice that follows after has you flinching.

you stay still in your position as you hear footsteps coming through the hallway, you had a feeling on who that voice was and the thought made your stomach feel all queasy.

“bro, what are you doing?” the sound of your older sister minji’s voice has you sitting up again, you look at her trying your best to not look at the extremely tall figure beside her.

“what are you doing ?” you ask back in that annoying little sister tone, “school isn’t done yet.”

the girl in her uniform rolls her eyes at you, “exactly school isn’t done, so I should be asking you that, what the heck are you doing home ?”

“mom let me stay home.” you say in a pretentious manner, it was true, you begged your mom to let you stay home because you weren’t “feeling well” and was under the weather, in reality you just put your blow dryer on your forehead for 10 minutes.

minji raised a brow at you like she caught you in a lie, “mom would never make me go to school if you’re staying home.”

you smile mockingly at her, “well maybe if you didn’t leave early this morning, mom would’ve let you stay home too.” a low laugh has you going completely still.

your eyes betrayed you and you take a quick glance at the boy beside your sister, in the quick second you take notice of the way his hair falls over his eyes, the blonde highlights making the brown pop.

you feel your stomach turn, “so why are you home ?” you asked your sister, trying your best not to take a glance at him again.

mini sat down the chair in front of you and let out a sigh,"I left early and brought riki with me." she points at the standing boy who’s eye’s has been on you this entire time.

“why’d you leave early.” you ask as you shift feeling nervous with boys eye’s on you.

minji scrunches up her face, “none your business.”

“I was just asking jeez.” you roll your eyes getting up from the space that you were sitting on, “I’m going to my room.” you begin walking to the stairs but the loud obnoxious clearing of your sister’s throat stops you.

“what ?”

“don’t you have something to say ?”

you let out a deep sigh, “hello riki.” you say hanging your head low, not daring to look at the tall boy.

“hey yn” he says and you can just hear the smirk in his voice.

you turn around quickly and make your way up the stairs, once you reach you room you close the door and slid down to your carpeted floor.

it’s fine you’re just not gonna go downstairs for the rest of the day until mom and dad comes home.

you get up from the floor and head to the stash of cd’s that you have beside your desk, you pick one and place in into the cd player on your wall. you grab your laptop and some school work.

maybe distracting yourself with school work will make you forget he’s there.

and it did.

well, for a little, you spent hours going through missing assignments and assignments that need to be done for this while drowning yourself in music.

it was the voice of your sister that took you out of your zone, “bye riki, i’ll see you tomorrow.” and then you heard the front door close.

the feeling of relief just came rushing into you, your body automatically relaxes and smile comes to your face finally.

you spend a couple more minutes trying to finish up one last assignment and then you’ll head downstairs, but a knock on your window stops you.

you got up from your bed and quietly walked over to your window and opened your curtains, your eyes go wide in shock when you see the person that you were just happy about leaving.

you admire his features for a second, his nose, the shape of his lips and the way his hair falls into his face.

“are you gonna help me in or ?”

you snap out of your daze and reluctantly open your window.

you grab one of his hands to help him climb through.

once he’s in, he lets out a big sigh and puts his hands on his hip while leaning down slightly.

you walk closer to him and roughly dragged him to your bed, you roughly throw him onto it.

“what are you doing here ?” this can’t be happening, your sister is literally down stairs.

he smiles at your slight anger mixed with nervousness, your so cute.

“what ? i can’t see my girlfriend ?” he asks a smug facial expression finds its way to his face.

you feel heat climbing up your neck at him calling you his “girlfriend”, yes you are his girlfriend, but the thought about it always makes your stomach turn, not because you don’t like him, you love him, it’s more of the fact that you guys shouldn’t even be together.

you point to your door, “my sister is downstairs.”

he rolls his eyes and grabs your hands, pulling you to stand between his legs, “I thought you said she doesn’t barge into your room ?”

you down at his bigger hand holding yours, “she doesn’t…-”

“- so what are you so worked up about, i haven’t hung out with you at all this week and you weren’t at school, and you basically ran upstairs when I got here.”

he pulls you closer, “so just relax and spend some time with me.”

you look at you door than at him, before letting out a sigh and moving away from between his legs and laying down on your bed on your back. “I guess you’re right.”

you feel a weight on your chest and you look down to see riki getting himself comfortable.

you put your hand in his hair and he lets out a pleasant hum, “I missed you.” he said quietly.

“I missed you too.”

he moves his head up and places a kiss you your jaw, then your cheek, he sits up placing a quick peck on your lips, then pulling you in for a deeper kiss.

you wrap your hands around his neck pulling his closer and he let’s put a pleased hum.

your door opens, “yn I wanna get snacks wanna com-?.”

you and riki separated form each other quickly, you hitting your head on your head board and him falling off your bed with a big thud.

“ow !” you both say as minji looks at the two of you shock.

“what the fuck ?”

[tokusaatsus]

h. kaoru — the beach

warnings: me being pretentious, mild references to suicide (via drowning)

“Tell me—if I told you that I loved you, what would you say?”

When he speaks, it’s slowly, hesitantly. It’s as though he’s carefully thinking through everything before it leaves his lips. You chew on the inside of your cheek as you think his words over. What brought this on, you wonder.

Kaoru braces his forearms against the rail of the balcony, leaning forwards as though he might tip over the edge and let himself fall. Right into the crashing waves below, a suffocating hug. You blink and there he is, his body torn to pieces by the cutting rocks, his blood webbing across the surface of the ocean. You blink and there he is, the salty sea breeze tousling his hair and brushing against his cheeks in a loving caress.

You find yourself jealous.

To be able to touch him so tenderly… You can, if you want to. You just have to reach out. There is nothing stopping you except your fear of interpreting everything—his smiles, his touches, his words—wrong.

You’ve never thought yourself a coward before, but Kaoru is something precious to you and to lose him would…well, maybe not destroy you. You’re not so naïve that you think a broken heart is the same thing as the end of the world.

Still, it would hurt all the same.

He watches you with furrowed brows as you force your wandering thoughts back into some semblance of order, probably trying to glean what information he can from the emotions that show on your face. You’ve always been an open book, or so he says. Things change, yes, but there are some universal constants and he is one of them. He’s always been like this, you reminisce fondly in the safety of your own mind. Prone to thinking, thinking, thinking—sometimes a little too much; don’t chase all those rabbits, Kaoru. You’ll get lost in the wonderland of your own head.

You giggle then, eyes bright; is this a confession?

Maybe, he replies, face blank, not betraying anything. Maybe.

Oh. You mouth the words, surprised despite yourself.

Then he smiles, a little dreamily. He looks wistful when he stares at you, like you can’t possibly be real. There’s a little bit of that in his eyes right now. It settles amongst the glints of gold in his sweet-grey eyes: here is a boy destined to be lonely, or so he thinks.

Here is a boy you love, lonely no more.

Your fingers twitch at your sides. In your chest, your heart gives a squeeze, aching with want. To reach out, to draw him close. Not yet, though. Not yet.

“Well,” You begin, testing the words on your tongue. “You’ll have to be a little clearer. Because if this is a hypothetical situation, as you say it is… If you’d confessed to me, hypothetically,” The emphasis you place on the word makes it clear you don’t believe that is truly the case. “I would’ve say yes.”

Now it’s his turn to startle, eyes suspiciously bright. He smiles once more, just as wistful, then turns his head to face the ocean once more. A single tear trickles down his cheek, and you step forwards to brush it away. “Crybaby,” You tease, fond as ever. Kaoru laughs wetly.

“Cut me some slack. The person I love told me they love me back. I’m allowed to get a little emotional.”

“Mm,” You hum, tracing the lines of his face with your thumbs. He leans into your hold, like a cat would. His eyeslids flutter shut, he watches you through his feathering lashes. The two of you stand there, silently, as the sun goes down.

No longer lonely, no longer breathless.

© tokusaatsus 2023

wc. 615 words

reze txt. when i tell you he is always on my mind, i mean it. sorry for being pretentious about how much i love him ♡ partly inspired by the beach by the nbhd

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[janujaja]

Thai BL Favourites Tag List Game

Of COURSE @lost-my-sanity1 want me to partake in this and I am doing it for that wee little child only.

Favourite BL

I mean, it was a tight competition between THE 2 - MSP and BB. But as I have screamed out into the void before, BB just takes the cake, man. That show viscerally changed me as a person. I am a NEW BEING after BB. It's the way in which it came during the pandemic with its amazing acting and directing and music and STORY and chemistry and all that and more. MSP is a close second but my uni bois have a special place in my heart.

[p.s I love nanon and his entire face in this scene so much I cannot even descRIBE]

Favourite Pairing

The pretentious me hates how I am following the mainstream and not thinking of some obscure pairings but yeah TinnGun genuinely deserve it. I am sorry but I still get butterflies whenever I watch the last scene of ep 4. That kind of chemistry is super hard to come by and GemFourth did such a good job, I love them. 🥺 I wanna forget ever having watched MSP and watch them all over again.

Some noteworthy mentions are obviously patpran, everything maxtul plays, akkayan, biblebuild, etc.

OH I do infact have a not THAT mainstream pair! It's whatever couple name mark and perth acted as in the [admittedly not a BL] show, The Stranded, on Netflix.

Favourite Character

Tinn. I relate so much to that boy, especially his awkwardness. Also he is super cute and I am super cute. He is also super simpy and I love that in a man. I truly don't know if I want him or want to be him.

[ANOTHER noteworthy mention is Pleum in Ghost Host, Ghost House cuz again, mans is a walking green flag and a simp. ALSO hella awkward. *gasps* I have a type].

Favourite side character

This position is shared by 2 of my fav comic reliefs who are also very pure hearted I love them to bits - Tiwson from MSP and Tankhun from Kinnporsche. The series truly wouldn't have been anything without them and I stand by it.

Favourite Scene

If I could say the entirety of ep 5 of BB, I would have. But if I had to choose. This.

Nothing surpasses this. Paof told them to make it award fucking worthy with the angst and they fucking did it. Ohm in this scene does so many things to me I cannot even I shall be kicked out from society if I ever open my mouth. I can't even stand seeing that gif cuz my knees will buckle down that very second. It also paved the way for the rooftop kiss TM so.

Favourite Line

I mean. I warned you about this in the previous question so. It's more to do with the way he says it but it's still my fav cuz it was done right.

Underrated Actor:

SING who plays the role of the villain in Not Me. It is time that he got some main character roles, gmm.

Most anticipated BL and why:

1. Dangerous Romance cuz I have missed seeing Perth and Chimon, another 2 actors that can ACT, in a main role.

2. Only Friends cuz

3. I feel you linger in the air cuz plot looks interesting and they r both hunks.

Healthiest relationship in a bl:

Tinngun. Aint even have to put up a fight.

Most toxic relationship in a bl:

I mean, there are lots, girlie. If you immediately thought of that one pairing after seeing this question, then yeap I am going with that pairing too wink wink.

Guilty Pleasure Series:

Tonhon Chonlatee and that too only the first few eps. I love khaotung man what do I do.

Bonus! Most underrated series:

I think khun chai is pretty underrated in the sense that it's very telenovelaesque and mayhaps not fully bl so people r put off by it but I LOVED that show to bits.

YYY was a comparatively underrated series too even though I loved the romantic moments as much as the weird and comedic ones. It truly sits in a league of its own.

OOOKIE thassit for now. I have exhausted my typing abilities and I am pretty sure I left a lot of good series and scenes off cuz my brain couldn't conjure them up while I was typing.

I welcome anyone else who wants to try this out honestly, but if @ashedddaisy and @gaylittlepieceofsh1t could contribute their think pieces, I would LOVE to read em.

[fictofaggot]

why you should vote for faunre in the @transfemswagbracket oc bracket

faunre (he/him) is a main character in the comic/art collection im working on, which has no coherent plot but instead opts to follow the life of him & his queerplatonic partner (they're t4t!) in little snippets and individual scenes

faunre is a did system that consists of mostly transfem & nonhuman alters :) his hobbies include being pretentious about music, picking random objects off the ground, and drawing silly my chemical romance fanart. he is quiet and generally unpleasant to be around, but his cringefail behavior and autistic awkwardness are off the charts and that's all that matters ❤️

reasons you should vote for faunre:

- he is a cat and a boy and a girl. what more could you want?

- he canonically has a karkat vantas from homestuck introject

- he never looks the same in any 2 images ive drawn of him. like a beautiful snowflake in the wind

- he doesn't need music recommendations because he quote "already knows all of the songs he likes"

- he is great at blinking & staring (it is a skill of his)

- this post kept fucking deleting itself so this is the third time im writing it....lol...thanks tumblr

isn't he fun? #VOTEFAUNRE2023

[thefreakhouseband]

Welcome to the Freak House!

About Us

Audrey Arson

I'm the oldest of the band. I'm a bit of a self-proclaimed older sister to the others and I feel super protective of them. When I'm not making music with the band you can usually find me working on my comic or some other artistic pursuit. I'm a chronically exhausted college student. You can tell what songs I wrote by them having a more jazzy or melancholy tone to them or just being bat-shit off the walls insane. Some of my inspirations are MCR, Scene Queen, , Set It Off, and Demi Lovato (for some reason).

-Your resident garbage girl

Butchface

I’m that guy with the neon green hair in the blog’s pfp lol. pronouns are he/him, xe/xem/xyr, and it/its. I take a lot of influence from older punk rock and, surprisingly, country and folk music. my favorite bands are My Chemical Romance, Oingo Boingo, They Might Be Giants, The Cure, Talking Heads, Bikini Kill, Shilpa Ray, Black Sabbath, Rainbow, Iron Maiden, The Magnetic Fields, The Daniel Pemberton TV Orchestra, Lemon Demon, Man or Astro-Man, Radiohead (not in a pretentious way, I swear), Will Wood, Creedence Clearwater Revival… oh boy, there’s a lot. I like music! I tend to disappear at unpredictable intervals due to chronic pain/fatigue and parental restrictions, but I always come back. I like writing songs about things I’m passionate about, which is often personal, sometimes political, and every now and then a ballad about freaky-looking deep sea creatures. or weevils. I keep my dad’s old stenobook by my bedside to write lyrics in - he wrote lyrics for the Panama City punk bands he was in in 1990-ish in there, and I figured I could put it to good use again after all these years. he’s cool with it. see you around, and stay safe out there 🪲

Harley Homicide

I'm sassy, I'm trashy and (if you pay me enough) I'll let you put it in my ass-y. I'm the band's second oldest and the token British person. I use any pronouns, I literally don't care what you call me xx. My music taste is all over the place, having been raised by a metalhead and a former chav during a time where pop punk and emo were more mainstream. I'd say my biggest inspirations in terms of performing are Freddie Mercury and Ronnie James Dio. You'll be able to tell which songs are written by me because they're shit! I'm not much good at writing, but I'm great at partying like I'm Paris Hilton. When I'm not doing band stuff, you can find me shopping, watching/reading/playing anything DC comics related or just sorta... Staring into space. I don't do much, but I'm still your fave member fer sure! Thanks for visiting The Freakhouse! We hope you enjoy your stay!

Xoxo Harlz <3

Dart Darling

Hi I'm Dart, I'm genderfluid (any pronouns), and I'm from under the ground at your local graveyard! I'm one of the youngest, and that's super tragic because I'm an undead zombie who died from being too damn glamorous. My idol is Melissa Marie and i love the Millionaires. Also, my ghostly tendencies give me a lot of appreciation for the dramatic, and as well as all things scene and crunkcore I love theatre, cabaret, and steampunk. I've been producing music for about a year now so if the synths crunching, just know it was me, tapping away and not understanding what the equalizer does. I'm bringing you Dead Girl Couture 25/8, 366. Don't mind all the Sanrio merch around the Freakhouse, I started a cult for Hello Kitty! I mean church. You should definitely join us 😁

Til death do we party,

-Dart <3

GRACIEEEE

YOOO WASSUP!!! X3 My namez GRACE! (if you dont know me, pls call me Grace, not Gracie)

I'm gendersylphen (he/they/neos) and I'm a super cool alien with adhd from OUTER SPACEEEE! My fav colors are all of them except brown, my special interests are space and doraemon, and I LOVE SCENE SM! Crunkcore 4 LYFEEE! I wanna be an astronaut when I grow up! Also I'm the youngest here 💀💀💀💀💀 (btw im a minor so plz don't be a weirdo, tyyyy)

I'm mostly new to music and I'm SUPER excited!!! X) Ik this is gonna be rllyrlly fun!!! For me, my music stuff is gonna be super bouncy, upbeat, happy, optimistic, full of rhymes, so tht's when yk smth's by me! My fav bands/artists are Amy Can Flyy, Green Day, Nikasaur, 4*Town (4townie 4 eva!!! Aaron T is best boy) and a LOT of other stuff.

When I'm not with tha band, you can find me playing with my sibs (including my dog), doing stuff with my homiez, reading/watching Doraemon or abt space, or doing idk whatever bc I do alot. XP

So ye! Thts a bit abt me! Tysm for reading abt us, may God bless u, follow ur dreams, and have a super duper fun day! 😄

[rhaegnarokmidwinter]

weird bleach headcanons pt 3:

because at this point I am actually thinking of these on my own now too anyway

Isshin Kurosaki: Ah, the unattainability of the DILF. Sorry he’s too devoted to the memory of his late wife to ever be with anyone else but still. he’s nice to look at. Utterly unattainable. Somehow that makes it worse. Like forbidden fruit. The forbidden DILF. Gin Ichimaru:  Look, you do not expect to end up attracted to Gin Ichimaru. Not conventionally attractive, dubious morals, kind of a dick, and yet... he’s still fucking hot and we don’t know why. He just is. No one goes into this expecting to be attracted to Gin Ichimaru and yet here we are. Musing over it. He is that guy, and we all know a guy like that. *ahem* Somehow, he’s got a weird golden-retriever-gamer-boy energy. But like, in a cat way?  Gin was also one of those rawr XD scene kids who licked and bit things/people to claim them and then he grew up and made it kinky. Do with that what you will. Ulquiorra Cifer: In another place, in another time, likely in a modern-day coffeeshop-adjacent AU... Ulquiorra is one of those pretentious music/film critic guys. The kind that have intense feelings about cross-genre experimentation and math metal (whatever the fuck math metal actually even is). Personally headcanon him as Ace As All Fuck-off so he’s the only person less likely to horizontal hoingo-poingo than Mayuri.

Sousuke Aizen: no, he needs his own special edition specially reserved for him.

[evita-shelby]

Hey Juli!!!

Once more congratulations on 1,000 followers!!! 🎉

Let’s celebrate shall we?

Now… I’ve a very very serious question/advice to ask for the What would Eva do section:

I’ve the worst luck of the world when it comes to matters of the heart, like seriously-I’m going to share a little secret with Eva ages ago one of my former friends got married and I caught the bouquet 💐, she divorced a year later because she caught him cheating with a man (I know this sounds like a story I’d write).

Anyways… so there are girls with the endless queue of men ready to jump in as soon as they’re single again, me? 0 it seems like I’ve a men’s repellent 😂 I’m terribly shy, but funny once you get to know me, I’m not picky or pretentious, but I’ve to admit I walk around with a resting bitch face (completely unintentional), and I’ve been told that I look like I’m unapproachable, that men are scared to ask me out afraid I’d look at them like this:

I’m in my middle 30’s love music, movies, dogs, cooking, wine, going out for weekends getaway, travel, love to read, coffee shops, small towns and I dream of finding my soul mate, but there are days when I think it’s impossible… WWED?

Omg thank you Mar 😊

Anyways here it is

WWED

Gif by @tiffanyachings

I am very happy to hear you caught the bouquet, it is a very fun game. Once I saw one of my cousins body slam the girl next to her.

I did not participate because then I would win all the time or ruin my face, and the second would be a nightmare.

While dreadfully funny, it is still very awful to be cheated on.

I know the feeling; my exes had the nasty habit of seeking comfort with others.

Diosdado did sleep with any girl that smiled his way, Antonia did leave me for my cousin, Francisco.

As for your issue, remember, quality over quantity.

I have had my fair share of suitors, and most of them were, to put it nicely, pendejos.

The nice ones tragically died or were exiled and married someone else.

I have been told I intimidate men, I have been a spy, an assassin, a nurse, a businesswoman and most importantly, a witch.

If a man is scared to approach you, it is his loss.

If he cannot handle a resting bitch face then he is not a man, he is a boy.

A boy has no idea what he wants, a man will not give a shit whether you could kill him or simply look like you will if he desires you.

Really my husbands dug the danger and were not afraid to pursue me.

You will find one at the right time and when you least expect it so do not worry, and if you do not, then you are too much woman for them and not a single one of them were going to be the One.

You sound like an amazing woman, and remember love is not something you plan for, it comes when it wants to come.

All my best wishes,

Eva.

[fairyofshampgyu]

Corrupt File !

genre: smut, college au

pairing: programmer! beomgyu x gn reader (afab when it comes to smut)

warnings: nsfw, sub virgin nerd! beomgyu, dom! reader, corruption kink, mentions of p0rn, handjob, riding

word count: 1.8k

Choi Beomgyu. Goodie two shoes in your comp sci class who was the teacher’s pet and notorious for being an ‘excellent’ and ‘strong’ programmer who can program amazingly well in any language and has great debugging skills. Apparently he learnt how to program at the early age of 7 and made his own pac man after a week. 

He’s also a little pretentious bitch. He thinks he’s better than everyone else in the class and doesn’t bother speaking to anyone, giving others judgemental stares. You’ve seen him a couple times on campus with four other dudes though but none of them were in any of your classes. He comes to every single class early with his cute little outfits, sweater vests and cardigans whilst everyone else is in their hoodies and deranged with little sleep, sits at the front and doesn’t talk to anyone but the teacher. 

You? Well, you’re mediocre at programming. You’re not too bad but you prefer other aspects of computer science and your programming skills have always made you slightly insecure because you weren't the best of the best and you didn’t learn it at some ridiculously young age and program 24/7 all types of games and websites and other stuff. You had to work so hard to actually get to a good level of programming whilst it came so easy to people like Choi Beomgyu. He seems so perfect. It made you want to imperfect him. 

You were late to class today, getting a bit delayed by some cats on the way there. They were really cute cats what can you say! And you loved cats. But being late to class today meant that all seats were occupied except for the front row and the spare seat, unsurprisingly was next to Choi Beomgyu. He doesn’t pay you any attention though, waiting for his computer screen to load and then the teacher begins.

“Alright, today I thought our class was in great need of some partner work and we’ll be doing programming today. With whoever is sitting next to you, I’d like you to develop a program with them. It can be on everything and anything and you have the weekend to create it, using Python.”

Wow. It was just your luck. 

The boy besides you sighs, pushes his cute, round, kinda too big for his face, glasses up and turns his body to face you. 

To be honest, you wouldn’t have minded working with him. Despite being slightly jealous, you did admire his skill but with how hostile he was being and how clearly he resented the idea of working with you, you didn’t think this was going to go too well.

“...We could make like a simple video game or something...” You speak up first.

 “On python? And too basic.” He rolls his eyes and shuts your suggestion off.

You’re slightly agitated with him now and you show it with your tone. “Well what do you think we should do then, huh?”

“I think we should make a music suggestion tool. We could make an algorithm run that recommends music based on what we think the user will like.”

He doesn’t wait for you to agree, opening up python and already starting to write some code.

For the rest of the class, you don’t contribute much, just trying to give him some suggestions to add maybe a function over there or a loop over here, maybe trying to find a reason as to why a syntax or logic error came up. You’re already halfway done and sure it would need more refining but now you know it won’t take up your whole weekend which is good. You watch him carefully as he stays very focused, fluffy dark hair falling into his face and eyes and his circular glasses that had drooped back down to his nose. You look down to his hands. He was very fast at typing and his hands were oddly very pretty.

Upon inspecting his features, you come to the conclusion that he was in fact actually pretty attractive. How had you never noticed before?

“We can carry on working on it at my place right now if you want?” Beomgyu asks, packing up his pink laptop, pink pencil case and pink notebook back into his crossbody bag after the class had finished. You stare at your own laptop that just has a black hard case cover, your pencil case that looks like it’s been through three wars, and your notebook that was really just a bunch of lined paper. Wow, he even had a theme going on. 

“Oh I've actually got another class after this that won’t be done until about two hours but I can come after that. Just send me your address.” So you exchange phone numbers and go off your separate ways. 

Apparently you were the only one who wasn’t informed that your class was actually cancelled today, your professor going on strike or something like that. Sighing, you check your phone to see that beomgyu had sent you his address and it’s not that far from the campus. You could go there early then.

knock, knock, knock. He was taking weirdly long to open his door and you could hear some rustling and bustling until he finally did open his door.

“Oh. You’re here early.”

“Yeah turns out my class was actually cancelled.”

His room was exactly how you expected it to look; clean and cute and quite perfectly him. The room had a pastel coloured running theme but mostly just pink and white. Fairy lights, strung across the headboard of his bed, a pastel pink record player in the right corner with an assortment of vinyls underneath, ones you recognised and liked and some you didn't recognise, an acoustic guitar to the left on a stand near his shelf and there was a worn out teddy bear occupying his bed. 

He sits on his bed and you follow...and then you both just sit there doing absolutely nothing for a few seconds in awkward silence.

“Uhhh aren’t you gonna get your laptop? We wrote it on your laptop?” You laugh, awkwardly.

“Uh yeah. Right.” So he gets his laptop, very slowly opening it and he’s just about to open the .py file when his mouse board falters over the safari accidentally and the hidden window was freed with a very suggestive video on it paused and an even more suggestive website. Your eyes go wide and so does his.

“I-it’s not- it’s not what it looks like! I-it’s just when you’re watching on a dodgy website and those pop ups come up! yeah...yeah!” He’s furiously clicking the red button on the top left hand corner to close the window immediately. But you can’t help the grin slowly appearing on your face.

You move slowly closer towards him and he moves back, stopping when his head touches the pretty fairy light headboard. “Oh really? Because it seems like you were jerking off before I was here.” Your face is only a few inches away from his now and he gulps, looking up at you. When he doesn’t even say anything to defend himself, you chuckle at him. “What happened to the little goodie two shoes? I didn’t know you were such a fucking whore.”

“I’m not-i’m not a whore!”  

“Are you sure?” You move to his clothed dick which was painfully hard now, lightly palming it and his whole body jerks, moaning and eyelids fluttering. 

“More, more...” 

You scoff. “Have you ever had a handjob before?” He shakes his head. “Do you want one?” Slack-jawed, he nods his head profusely.

You free his dick and take it into your hands, starting to stroke him and his hands fly to shyly cover his face, attempting to conceal his moans but not to much success.

“Don’t cover your pretty face.” You tut at him, “I wanna see it.” You bring your own hands to remove them away from his face. Not gonna lie, it’s turning you on immensely seeing beomgyu like this. Little put together, pretentious, perfect beomgyu is like this right now, begging you to touch him, clueless and embarrassed. You want to absolutely ruin him. 

 “Aw I bet you didn’t get to cum before did you?” 

“yeah...”

“Don't worry, baby I'll let you cum.”

You use your thumb to go back and forth on his sensitive tip while your other hand grabs the base of his dick and his mouth hangs wide open in endless moans and gasps. You pump his dick fast up and down, ruthlessly jerking him off and his breath hitches.

“Close!” He lets out the loudest moan so far and you abruptly stop. He utters a frustrated whine, hips bucking up and pouting at you, “I thought you said you’d let me cum.”

You can’t help but giggle at him. He’s so cute. “I will. In my pussy.” That seems to shut him up.

You get on top of him, straddling his waist and gently pinning both of his hands to the headboard. He looks at you slightly nervous.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“But I want to.”

“You sure?” He nods his head.

“Okay.” You inhale a breath before positioning his tip to your entrance and you look to his face again for confirmation and when there’s no sign of uncertainty , you slowly sink down.

“Oh, fuck! Feels so gooood” His face contorts in pleasure and he turns his head to the side, burying it into the pillow whilst his mouth stays parted. You lift up and drop back down hard, making him cry out a loud moan and you begin to ride him slow.

He was already so blissed out by you riding him slow you wonder how he’d be if you quicken your pace so you do, riding him mercilessly now, basically bouncing on his cock and he moans uncontrollably, incoherent words coming out of him with a fucked out face in a daze. Only his moans getting higher in pitch by the second and the noise of skin slapping filling the room.

“C-cumming, cumming!” And with a loud whine and his eyes slightly rolling back, his dick jerks and spills all inside of you with his body trembling.

His face right after being fucked is gorgeous. He’s breathless and panting by his first proper orgasm with his cheeks and chest flushed, face glistening because of the sweat and his fluffy hair completely wrecked now, glasses a bit crooked and head in the clouds.

Yeah, maybe you won’t end up getting the program done in time after all.

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[allbark-no-bite]

On His Knees || Elvis Presley x reader

summary: forget your pastor boyfriend, Elvis Presley is the only man who can make you believe in a god

warnings: 18+ smut

word count: at least 1k. I usually write on wattpad but it crashed so idk

authors note: y’all this gif makes me absolutely feral. I’ve only just just watched the Elvis movie so please, if you consider something to be “inaccurate” it’s not my fault nor intention, I literally pulled this fic out of nowhere. it’s not meant to be based off of anything anyhow. also, this was my first time actually trying to write good smut so bear with me

Other people are not medicine, but that boy from Memphis was my opium, my crack cocaine, my Saturday night high.

Now, I was raised a good Christian girl and had never touched anything stronger than a shot of whiskey in my life. My daddy saw to it that I saw the inside of a church every Sunday, and I was even marrying the preacher's son soon as he bought a house. But I'd never known religion until the King of rock 'n' roll got onto his knees for me and kissed a prayer to the flesh of my thigh.

He was fresh out of Germany when we met. His first appearance in the states in over two years. Much to the nation's surprise, the army hadn't changed him a bit. If anything at all, it had made him into a fine young man with ramrod straight posture and a frequent habit of saying "yes suh" in that throaty southern drawl.

And so one Sunday afternoon, at a chapel in my hometown, Elvis Presley was planting himself back down again into the world of music. He claimed he had wanted to return to start his career out ‘the right way’, in the same place where that gospel music had begun coursing through his blood all those years ago.

Truth be told, I hadn't even known he was there, hadn't even realized that we'd already crossed paths until we stumbled across each other at the bar that night, him laughing at me, faking a laugh over some stupid joke my boyfriend had made.

His laugh came boyish and rumbling from beside me; he had caught me in the act, the forced smile dropping off of my face as soon as my boyfriend turned away. Alarmed and unaware of my admirer, my eyes shoot towards him, his body leant against the side of the bar. His mouth tilts into an amused smirk, and he just shakes his head, turning back to face the bar.

Glancing back at my boyfriend once more, who is still turned away chatting, I slip away from his side and make my way over to the other end of the bar.

I am greeted again by careful and twinkling blue eyes, a stark contrast to the flawlessly styled, oil black hair that is disrupted by a singular coil, which hangs over his forehead. A strong jaw line accentuates his perfectly shaped face. His high cheek bones are softened by his full, almost baby faced, cheeks. He was pretty to the point of being girlish, the hard edges of his masculinity softened by an air of femininity.

A dixie boy at his finest.

"My daddy says a rich man's jokes are always funny," I explain wryly.

He looks up at me from where he's sat on the barstool, his mouth half agape in a smile, a tease of prefect pearly white teeth revealed behind the lift of his lip.

"That so?"

I lift an eyebrow and relax against the bar beside him, looking back over my shoulder. Andy, my boyfriend of two years, is utterly unaware of my disappearance. His daddy was the preacher at my family's church (the church we had been in this very afternoon), and thus my daddy, a devote Christian, saw to it that we were destined to be together.

I didn't mind him at first; sure, he was a nice boy, save for his pretentious attitude. Just because he was raised in his house and following in his daddy's footsteps, I was certain Andy thought he was God sometimes. We had grown a part, but with no reason to spoil the match our parents had made, at least not without causing a ruckus as my mother would say, I turned a blind eye to my misgivings.

"You tell me, Mr. Presley."

There was no need for him to introduce himself.

"I'd say I hope his jokes are better than his sermons but from the looks of it you were fallin' asleep then too." The teasing smile on his lips tells me he saw me struggling not to nod off in the pew.

"You think you could do better then?” I kinda of laugh it off, a rhetorical question in an attempt to make small talk.

His cheeks flush faintly, and the heel of his shiny shoes quivers, but he nods softly.

"Yuh, ma'am. I think I could."

I nearly choke on the air I breathe in. Immediately, I begin to sputter an apology, an excuse, obviously not having meant to be so forward.

“Wha— I—“

“C'mon, baby. We're goin' home," a voice interrupts, Andy, beckoning to me. From behind the lenses of his rounded glasses, his whiskey blurred eyes hardly even register the man sitting beside me. Thankfully, he seems to either have missed or been too drunk to have overheard our conversation. He just nods politely at Elvis and tugs on my elbow before turning away.

I turn my face away from him, partially to hide the startled redness of my face and partially to avoid him all together. He smells like whiskey and arrogance.

Elvis, hardly deterred by the intervention of my boyfriend, just nods along back politely, his bottom lip trapped coyly between his teeth. Acting as if he hadn’t just hit on me with my boyfriend inches away. His less than innocent blue eyes remain fixated on me, hardly giving Andy a second glance.

Suddenly, I'm reluctant to go. Reluctant to go back to the future that had been mapped out for me since I was a child, not yet even old enough to understand what it meant to love. I’d been raised on a pretense of love that involved unyielding obedience on my part and the toxic habits of a man playing God in his own house.

Possessed by a sudden onrush of boldness and disdain for my miserable future, my feet remain bolted to the ground, and I watch my oblivious boyfriend leave the bar without me.

Rising up from the stool, Elvis slowly sidles—saunters—over to plant himself in front of me. Now that he's standing, he towers over my much smaller frame. My chin tips back slightly to meet his commanding gaze. The roles of confidence have been reversed, and suddenly I feel like a child despite my likely two years on him.

"Look at you, mama. Needy for some attention,” he tsks. His voice is dark, sultry, honey thick.

I feel my heart stall in my chest. I breathe a quivering exhale though my nose. 

Please. Please, please, some voice in my head pleads. 

Another part of me immediately scoffs. Please what? You’re dating the pastor’s son.

But I knew the corruption that went on behind closed doors. While I was a virgin and had yet to have been tainted at the hands of a man, I knew the many beds my boyfriend had lain in.

Please, ruin me.

Elvis brings his hand up to touch my cheek, his fingers dragging along the underside of my jaw until my head is tipped completely back, my throat yielding to the expanse of his calloused palm. His hand lays heavy on my throat. He's so close yet so far. So close that I can feel his hot breath on my face, see the dark tint of eyeliner surrounding those doe shaped eyes of his. So far that my body aches for him to touch me.

“What do you want, hmm?”

Anything. Anything that you’ll give me.

Without waiting for an answer, he kisses me against that bar top as though he had intentions to savor every breath and pant that came out of my mouth as his own. It starts out reserved, not hesitant, but demanding at the same time. As he gains confidence, a hand presses to the small of my back, pulling me into his body.

His lips are soft, consuming as he forms his mouth to my own. It’s the sweetest kiss I’ve ever had.

I follow his every movement, pliantly shuffling along as he toddles us backwards, all while remaining entrapped in his arms. His hand moves momentarily from my back, and I hear him push open the back door to the bar. The cool air of the night gushes around us, but I hardly feel it.

Elvis doesn’t stop kissing me until he has me pinned against the side of his pink Cadillac, and only then does he pull away. He grins at me, all boyish-like, looking blissful and pleased with himself.

“You like tha’, mama? Like what these hands do to you? Want me to touch you, huh?”

I whimper. Yes. God, yes.

Then he is kissing me again, his lips gentle but firm and full all at the same time.

My whole body feels as if it's been pulled under the surface. Water is pounding in my ears, dulling my senses until the universe no longer exists outside of the man in front of me and that ridiculous pink Cadillac. Teeth clash together, tongues explore each other's mouths, and I can consciously feel myself sinking, sinking, sinking deeper and deeper.

Elvis pulls away, and I am yanked back to the surface so abruptly that I physically feel myself gasp for air.

“Breathe for me, mama. That’s it,” he encourages with all the tenderness in the world. He dips his head down to the curve of my neck, teeth nipping at my ear, only to be soothed by the lavishing of his mouth.

With one large hand cradling my waist, I feel his other one travel up my thigh. Confidently, all the while with his face still in my neck, he rucks up one side of my dress, his hand sliding up until it reaches his desired destination.

I swallow hard.

Blindly, his fingers trace the edge of my panties. They’re wet, and by the way his breath stalls beside my ear, he can feel it through the fabric.

Shyly, I tense beneath him, but he plants his thigh between my legs to keep them from closing.

“Relax, mama,” he drawls into my ear. “I’ve got you.” The southern drag to his voice goes exactly where he intends it to, and if it weren’t for his body pinning me against the car, my trembling legs would have given out.

His thumb catches the edge of my panties and pulls them aside so that his duo of fingers can rest against me.

The mewl that escapes me spurs him on.

“Want my fingers, pretty girl?”

“Yes, please,” I whine, becoming antsy beneath him.

Slowly, his two fingers venture back. And when he reaches just where I need him, he stops, tapping his index finger just outside my core. “Right here?”

Desperately, I nod, and he laughs kissing the corner of my mouth again. “Alright, darlin’.”

However prepared I think I am, I’m not ready for the stretch of his two fingers as he pushes into me. It burns in the most pleasurable way possible, but I still whimper against him. He peppers kisses to the sides of my mouth until the pain subsides.

When he curls his fingers inside of me, my vision goes blurry, and heat pools in my stomach. I clench around him and Elvis groans heavily. “God, mama. You have no idea what you’re doin’ to me.”

I realize that he’s uncomfortably hard at this point. “Here,” he whispers hoarsely.

Still seeing stars, his hand guides mine to the tent that has formed in his black dress pants. Cupping his bulge with his own large hand on top of mine, his beautiful doe eyes shut and his head tilts back.

With me falling a part on his fingers with very stroke of my velvet walls, and his own release close against my palm, Elvis suddenly pulls away.

“Elvis—“ He cuts me off with a laugh, pecking my lips with his own swollen ones.

Ceremoniously, he drops to his knees in the back of the parking lot.

“I’m religious, ain’t I, darlin’? Gotta have you on my knees.”

——————

It’s early. Too early to be awake, and I’m oh so tempted to fall back sleep, but sleep is an impossibly hard task to do when God’s favorite creation is shuffling about the bedroom in nothing but a pair of boxers and a toothbrush in his mouth. Not bothered enough to make myself move into a state of consciousness just yet, my eyes lazily follow Elvis, admiring him as he returns from the bathroom.

That night we had met at Club Handy was months ago, and I’d become all too familiar with the inside of his Graceland bedroom. With my boyfriend on the back burner, Elvis Presley had become an increasingly bad habit. I still went to church, played the part of the doting girlfriend that I was supposed to be every Sunday morning, but there was only one man who could drop to his knees and make me believe in God.

Finally, he catches me staring, and a smile over takes him lips. “I know your daddy raised you better than to stare.”

I huff against his fluffy cotton sheets. “My daddy raised me to do a lot of things.”

Elvis chuckles, crawling across the bed to lean over me and peck my lips.

“An’ look at you now. Naked in my bed.”

I hum, humoring him and my poor daddy as I kiss him again but pull away before he can kiss me a third time.

“Aw, c’mon, mama,” he whines falling dramatically against the bed as I narrowly escape his grabbing hands so that I can pull myself together for Sunday mass.

Nevertheless, he allows me to escape with one more kiss and a promise to see him later.

I rush out the door an hour later so that I can slide into my family’s pew at the front of the chapel and be seated before the church doors close.

“You’re late,” Andy reprimands as I sit down next to him, my mama just beside him.

“I couldn’t find my shoes,” I whisper back to him, keeping my eyes to the front, where his father is beginning the sermon.

It isn’t a total lie. It took me a half hour before I finally found my flats at the bottom of the staircase, where Elvis had helped me discard them the night before.

Andy hums, and I can tell he doesn’t believe me.

Elvis and I had done a clean job of making sure no one outside of his family knew what we were up to, so the disapproval in Andy’s voice comes as a surprise. But I don’t harp on it for long because the church doors chime again, and in walks the devil himself.

A few heads swivel in Elvis’ direction as he saunters though the doors, carelessly flicking holy water in an unenthusiastic sign of the cross. His eyes catching mine as he takes a seat in the back.

It wasn’t unusual for the king of rock ‘n’ roll to make an appearance at the chapel, but he usually participated no further than to liven up the choir.

Without looking at me, Andy speaks out in a dangerously monotone voice. "Everybody knows."

A few heads turn to stare.

“Wha—"

“Everybody knows that he fucks you."

[mhynvxii]

Helloo can I request a scenario with kise, nash and akashi ( if you don't write for nash then it's fine ) with a gentle and bubbly s/o where their teammates are third-wheeling on one of their dates, their teammates obviously annoying the shit out of the guys but their s/o is cool and happy with it. You can decide the ending. Thanks ! The fandom is really amazing and needs more luv 💖

A/N : First time ever writing for Nash and honestly he has some potential to grow on me… Also oh gosh I am jealous of couples murmuring in each others ears whenever I see them !! 💀

Nash, Akashi and Kise making their teammates third-wheeling for a date with you. (Gender neutral ! Reader.)

Warning : Jabberwook are swearing, Akashi scenario lack Akashi own perspective lmao and Kaijo team are… like usual, humorous.

NASH GOLD.JR —

Dim lighting over all the bar, rather refined music playing in the bass, Nash carefully decided of the location of your date even if he would brush it off and play it as if it was nothing : He obviously wants to impress you but well… Nash also promised his teammates some of the most luxurious wine during a dumb bet where he somehow lost making that oh so lovely date with you he planed a first official presentation of his team.

He was devastated inside, as he couldn’t cancel your date as the so romantic and good lover he always try to appear as to you but also as a man of his words and captain to his teammates or rather by his pride not allowing him to just ignore the bet he lost because he would for sure be teased for it. He can’t cancel on them. He must play it like it was nothing for him, just a childish bet like it really is.

«  Guys, y’all better behave well because we’re meeting someone important today. I don’t want to hear about the hoes you fucked yesterday Silver and y’all better watch your mouths because I’m gonna beat up so bad the one who dares say something vulgar. 

– Uh ? But I thought it was just the team tonight ? Ahaha, I see that’s why you got all prepared and shit even taking the most expensive bar of the town, hm ? »

Nash didn’t even had the patience to respond to Silver, glaring at him with nothing but annoyance. His teammate catch quickly the message even if he doesn’t please him to clean his apparence and way of being for a night. For what would he do all of this ? Is it even as important Nash make it seems ?

«  I get it, I get it we just have to behave like good boys hn ? But seriously can’t you tell us at least who’s that important person ? 

– Better not be a pop star you’re trying to pull again captain because no one here can’t do this anymore–

– It’s not a pop star you idiots, I said someone important and what if I don’t tell you who ? Would you change your attitude ?! Because you better not. »

The gentleman who’s Nash lower his voice once he saw you enters, his facial traits doing a whole 360 to appear relaxed and charming as usual. He do a last hand sign to the guys, menacing them to behave well before going to your encounter, welcoming you with a malicious smirk and a teasy hand-kissing. At this moment, doubt surrender his teammates if they were just here playing green plants again for one Nash’s ass plan.

«  Guys, here is my assistant–

– Nash ! You almost shout, surprised by his joke.

– Just teasing darling, for what would I need an assistant anyway ? Here is the sweetheart who has been eating all my cash lately, Y/n. 

– Presenting me as your sugar baby isn’t any better you know ? Pff, I am his lover, enchanted. »

The boys are hella pissed once they get that you two are a couple and that they would have to play their role right because Nash as well was playing his lovey-dovey persona. You looked sublime, elegant, quite the type the boys know Nash would go for when it was more than a one night stand probably to make him look better, maybe make it up for his pretentious and extravagant needs but if something was sure your couple had more chances to be serious than average. Or at least maybe, even for them Nash had his own mysteries and they weren’t in the mood to clear anything of it. And they probably won’t have the occasion to talk you much anyway, Nash possessiveness showing by how he would hold you close and let his hand rest on your waist. Murmuring if it was naughty or sweet things in your ears and you laughing at it, no one will know.

«  How are you guys tonight ? I heard you won a game two days ago against that nba team in a street match ! I saw somes highlights on the internet but I didn’t had the chance to see it from my eyes even if Nash invited me I was so busy that week..! »

So talkative, bubbly and all, if they didn’t meet you in theses circumstances they would have probably played along and all but it was the risk to be vulgar because this vulgarity language of theirs was part of their natural way of speak now from the basketball trash talking and all. And Nash clearly makes them understand it was not desired for this party.

«  Uh… a real chatbox hn ?

– I speak too much..? Oh sorry.. »

You look at your feets kind of embarrassed by being so hyper when your interlocutors were not so much enthusiastic meanwhile Nash gives his signature menacing glare to Silver. You didn’t mean to sound intrusive or anything, just here to have a fun time.

« He didn’t mean that, right, Silver ? 

–…Yeah my mistake, I mean usually Nash exes never even gives a fuck about our games you know ? »

Other members of the teams face palm when they hear Silver speak, they knew they should have been the ones taking initiative because he would for sure mess up like this but they were too focused on their beverage, tasting the nectar they had the occasion to drink. But you looked unphased despite his errors of talking about one Nash exes, two insinuating you are as supercifial and three swearing.

« Well it is for a reason we’re together for almost one year now, he’s too deep into basketball that only a fan can support him, haha..! So this is why Nash was so shy at the idea to let me meet you guys ?

– « Almost a year relationship »? That dude ? Shy ? Silver is on verge of tears.

– Ugh ?! Don’t start talking nonsense Y/n.

– Com’on darling just teasing, you mimick him, but isn’t it true ? You were so anxious at the idea, always giving me excuses. You were scared I would leave you ? »

At the second you say that all the team get more interested and gather around you, making Nash embarrassed as hell. It was supposed to be a date, they were supposed to be third-wheeling the whole night, but guess who was standing there not knowing how to stop all the talking and chaos. Around fine wine and music the room sound volume rise by laughs and chatters.

He never presented you to his team because he thought that their lack of refinement would repulse you even if he knew you were fond of basketball and not so much of social manners but look at him, being proved wrong so strongly again by how Silver wouldn’t even watch his language and his others teammates as well. He knew that you know that he had a persona much more direct and cold but with you it was just so different that somehow he get all disciplined and by a need to show off be a polite yet arrogant bastard. It wasn’t him hiding, just him changing because of you even if that politeness and charisma has always been part of him.

«  Alright guys, the fun is ending for tonight. Y/n and I are returning home.

– Uh ? Already ?! »

He’s gonna make you pay for exposing him like this.

AKASHI SEIJUROU —

Reo, Nebuya, Kotaro, Chihiro were all supposed to be on a day off until they all received that invitation of Akashi saying he wanted to meet them. From his saying it was not for practice but just to share a good evening in that beautiful natural park during a pique-nique. Apparently desiring their company before the hivernal vacation and the dissolution of their team to give proper goodbyes to their sixth member who happens to be a senior.

Knowing chihiro refused multiple times to participate in such events and even Seijurou accepted that, saying nothing about it and now changing opinion, they felt like something was off but very enthusiastic by the idea -except Mayuzumi- they didn’t question anything.

Well, it was it until they came to the said rendezvous and saw your figure beside Akashi’s, wearing an hivernal jacket with a white scarf and bonnet. He was looking at you romantically, holding your hand close and murmuring who know what in your ears. And he kissed you on the lips before noticing their presence…

They all looked devasted, almost dropping their foods : THIRD-WHEELING ? Seriously ? Chihiro who has been brought by force was already going back home until the uncrowned kings hold him back pretending that he had to bare with them because it was his fault if Akashi used him as an excuse to bring all of them here. How embarrassing…

«  Is it a joke..?

– Why are you asking me that, Senpai ? Does it look like a joke to you ? And you know before asking one a question you’re supposed to greet that person. »

Unwelcomed, that’s how you felt when all Akashi teammates came and sit in front of you meanwhile Akashi had his hand on your shoulder. It has something in the air like very heavy telling you’re undesired. You get closer to Akashi playing with his vest.

«  Anyway, everyone I thought I would present you my dear Y/n tonight, they really wanted to meet everyone as a fan of our team but also to get to know you as my friends. You may have seen them in school, they’re at Rakuzan as well please be nice with them.

– Hi Y/n ! Mibuchi say followed by the others more or less happy.»

Akashi didn’t had his Emperor persona anymore but he still as intimidating as before making them think a lot about what they’re saying next with his cat like eyes. What was he excepting of them ? Should they be all friendly and entertain his lover likes clowns would do or should they just let them have their tranquility and serves as decor ? No one dare start even an eye contact with the red head to try something.

« Hi ! How are you guys ?! I know it has been a while ever since but your last official match was during the Winter cup finale and even if y’all lost I did find your performance amazing ! Can you tell me about it ? Uh maybe I should ask for your names first ? As Seijurou said my name is Y/n.»

And of top of that Akashi partner had to have that bubbly personality, what is everything Mayuzumi hates : these kind of person can’t shut up, annoy the fuck out of him and all for that to say nothing interesting ? It was the cherry on the top.

«  Akashi, you said it was a goodbye ceremony not a–

– I see, obviously I should have explained myself more clearly. »

Mayuzumi eyes widened as Akashi obviously has been rude and kind of arrogant with him, in a different manner the emperor would have done sometimes but still. Was he showing a new personality ?

«  How are you the one with no manners interrupting me like this ?

– Everyone seems a little upset and I just realized why : my mistake. I didn’t communicate about my darling precense and it surprised everyone, didn’t it ? You see from my perspective it didn’t look bizarre and I thought we could say our goodbyes to Mayuzumi and meet Y/n as probably the last occasion to be reunited all together even if for us Kotaro, Reo and Eikichi it’s just a question of formality . »

Quickly the heavy atmosphere dissipate itself as everyone understands a simple matter : Akashi was just awkward about some types of social situations… including this. He probably thought everything would go smoothly because you as his lover couldn’t be problematic, knowing you as gentle and genuinely positive about everyone. And his teammates on the other hands wouldn’t have any problems adapting to you as they are as well at least for most, extroverted and aren’t repulsed by meeting new people.

« Oh Sei, it’s okay ! We also may have overreacted this on our side but now that everything is clear. Let’s enjoy this evening together as planed ! Also you’re really cute Y/n !

– Yeah, yeah ! Didn’t you said in your message a shooting star could be visible tonight ? We can’t miss it and Y/n seem nice !

– Oh well… It’s embarrassing but thank you Hayama and Mibuchi? »

Mayuzumi didn’t complained after that, seeing all his now ex-teammates dealing with the « situation » quite well. Not even holding a grudge about Akashi’s misinformation, he was there standing here when everyone was having fun. Pouting ? Maybe, but he never has been quite the guy suited for party and he was sort of uncomfortable with how you and Akashi as a couple were now quite comfortable and nobody had a problem with that. Acting subtly lovey-dovey and decently romantic for a publicly view and yet at the same time enjoying the food with Eikichi, laughing with Kotaro and discussing with Reo… The uncrowned now loved you. And Mayuzumi well…

«  Senpai, you’re gonna miss out on the star watching the floor like this… What about we get to know each others ? We didn’t had the chance to talk much tonight until now.» you said proposing him a drink.

The cold weather and the magnificent moon highlighting your facial traits and the blood rushing to your cheeks even if it was barely noticeable.

He didn’t like you.

And Akashi was watching all of this from afar, somehow satisfied. He invites himself in your shy discussion and show his territory by holding your waist and looking at you so softly or from an exterior perspective looking at you with a mischievous expression.

KISE RYOUTA —

It was already dark outside as the both of you walked out of school and impulsively decided to go on a date. In the heat of the moment just like this as Kise was caressing your back and you were laughing in his neck because of the small giggles his touch gave you. He had the chance to see you around a lot today but he was so found of you that Kise couldn’t deal with letting you returning home just now. He needed your company just a little longer to be satisfied and this date was the perfect opportunity.

Kissing you shamelessly on the road of it as if it was his only one allowed kiss for the night while his hand rest on your waist, his lips whispering lovely words in your ears just after. He tasted like cherry, probably because of a lip balm but if it was your own or his you don’t know. Feeling his silver earring tapping on the back of your head and his slightly shaky breath as well, you can tell the smile he has on his face even if he buried his face.

«  Ryouta… i know it has been a while since we had some alone time together but we’re never going to arrive in the restaurant slow like this you know ? »

You can hear him laugh through your skin as he hugs you from behind, taking over all your frame by his muscular body.

«  I’m sorry Y/n-cchi, I can’t help it… like you said it has been a while. 

– Maybe think about the nice meal waiting for us ? Remember last time how you loved that french plate they do, I don’t recall the name but you loved it.

– The onion gratin soup ?? Oh yeah now that you talk about it…»

He was about to express all his love for that magnificent meal as the smile, so bright and so cute from his face fade away as he hears his name being called from some distance in a low-key authoritative tone he know so well, the one of his captain.

«  Uh ?

– KISEEEE ! »

Yeah it was definitely Kasamatsu interrupting his sweet time with you and not alone, seeing all his teammates behind him. He already sigh in defeat.

«  Oh hi y/n… Guys, it’s definitely gonna be weird. Let’s forget about all of it and—

– No, no Kasamatsu there is no going back ! Hi Y/n, I’m sorry but we got to take your boyfriend away from you just for the night. »

Kise was like ten times more offended by what said Moriyama than you. Call him dramatic but he really bothered him.

– Ah ?? What’s going on guys ? I am so good now with my precious Y/n and you want to take me away from them… why would I even follow you ?

– You forgot ?? Oh my..!

– We’re sorry to disturb you Kise and Y/n, it’s just Moriyama lames plans like always and we need you Kise to help us execute them. say Kobori, politely trying to not look annoyed.

– Remember what I said during practice blondinette ?

– I must admit that I wasn’t quite listening but let’s say I remember it… You guys can’t go out flirting without me ? It’s not like I am with Y/n now, isn’t ..? Think about my relationship a little, I know you guys are some specials case but com’on ! »

You try your best holding your laughter as you understand what’s going on and remember all the stuff Kise told you once as a secret about their previous special hangouts, searching girls gentle enough to support and deal with their abnormalities. As it represented no threat to your couple you didn’t see a problem with it.

«  We can always go to our restaurant and helps them Ryouta, what about it ? 

– You’re such an angel Y/n, let’s go guys !! »

You hear three souls crying in despair, probably your boyfriend with Kasamatsu and Kobori.

– Uh why didn’t you act super pissed ? It would have helped more persons actually…

– Y/n-cchi you’re too much nice…»

And thus, everyone got on the way of the said restaurant more or less enthusiastic. You did an effort to talk with everyone as to not rub in their face that actually Kise and you are in couple and helps like you can to give them advices in seduction even if your blondinette couldn’t helps but add little comment of his, quite personal of your relationship indeed and slip some embarrassing aspect of the period anterior of it. It’s almost like he forgot you two aren’t on a « proper » date anymore.

As everyone sits he show clearly he’s upset by how things are going on, having you in front of him thankfully but besides him the fit and muscular figures of his teammates. Meanwhile everyone is forming a strategy you and Kise are looking for the menu, forming a command. He look at you so lovingly, playing with your finger…

«  I think some turquoise blue would look good on your nails…

– AYO what are you doing Kise ? Were you even listening go on scouting mission right here !

– But I don’t want to… and can’t you not interrupt me when I am talking to Y/n-cchi ? »

Moriyama was too stunned to speak. Probably him hearing wrong right now because your boyfriend couldn’t have said that to him as if he agreed to be here to just hold the candle, right ? Even if he excepted it to a certain level what was the point to even go with them now ? You fortunately manage to make of sort that Kise helps his camardes but he was so selfish, so hungry to have his moment with you that each occasion their back would be turned was good to talk with you or more.

How surprised the Kaijo team were to see that after accumulating failures instead of sitting in front of you like he was supposed to do Kise was now by your side seeking your attention and affection like a puppy. It was so disgusting to see, his dramatic ass acting all over-romantic especially for them as they are single. If they didn’t knew you before this they would’ve probably disliked you for nothing being so annoyed by Kise behavior but low-key yours as you were contributing to it.

They know that they interrupted something but was it necessary to rub it to their face how lame they were and how happy you were ? If it was it would have been better to let you have your moment together but maybe they hoped too much and have been too much persistent. As Kasamatsu was trying to talk with a cute girl he saw a table not far from yours, Kise was looking at you from afar, his elbow resting on the top of a big group chair and putting one of his legs just behind the other. Slightly bending over he does a wink in your direction with his right eye and smile seductively, so cliché you don’t hide the giggle he gives you and Moriyama don’t manage to restrain his death stare. You sense his bad vibes on the spot.

«  I’m filled with despair, it’s incredible. You look good together but please next time makes me remember to not bring you both.

– Come on Moriyama, at least hide your jealousy…

– Kise is so cheesy I can’t.. Look at Kasamatsu Kobori ! Drowning in embarrassment while the one we sent to help him is flirting with his already confirmed partner!

– I’m sorry guys, let me make it up for it… »

You go in support save Kasamatsu while Kise is being reprimanded by his senpais, you can hear him childishly whining and pouting when you were transporting Kasamatsu flustered cadaver : the girl he got an interest on willingly asking for his number and he overloaded.

«  Is it a crime to be in love ?!! »

Kise said before gently getting his ass beat up by a paper weapon and forks.

«  I am never going to repress my feeelingggs– oh god! WHY SO HARD ?!

– Disgusting. »

Finally the oh so romantic diner you two impulsively planed turned as a gag, while eating the boys holded candles to mock you both but Kise was thanking them seriously and acting all lovely, even feeding you, replacing your hair behind your ears…

«  You better not kiss them with that onion scent of yours, idiot. Y/n deserves so much better and actually helped us.

— I get it I have not been much of a help but hey..! You’re ruining the immersion, keep holding the candle, senpai ! »

And Kasamatsu snapped, slapping the back of Kise head.

Pushing him to aggressively, by accident, kiss you.

You hear everyone complain and offended gasps even before you get the taste.

[blueeyedheizer]

mirror - j cody (smut)

WARNINGS: smut, hair pulling, slight choking

A/N: I haven't seen animal kingdom (i've only watched the first episode of the first season and it made me uncomfortable) so J might be out of character and some things are most definitely going to be inaccurate to canon in all my next fics. i hope it's ok though :) Also it's not specified in the fic but i feel like it should be; reader is obviously not related to any of the Codys lol. (again, forgive me if there's any mistake,, i'm once again posting this at nearly 4am)

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“What is he doing here?” you interrupted your conversation with Smurf, the smile dropping from your face as Deran walked in, Josh following close behind.

"He lives here, baby. You should know that by now..." Smurf told you, smiling sweetly and squeezing your arm as she walked over to the fridge to take out some beers. J thanked her when she passed him one, Deran doing the same.

"You know, I could ask the same question. And I would actually have a reason to do so." J answered. He already looked fairly irritated when he walked in, and your remark only seemed to have fuelled his anger. "Because as far as I know, between you and me, you're the one who doesn't live here. And yet, here you are again."

Deran swallowed a laugh beside him and you heard Smurf mumble a "oh, great" under her breath. She rolled her eyes, preparing for yet another fight to break out between the two of you. They hadn’t even been able to greet anyone before the pair of you were bickering.

"No, you're right. I don't live here." you continued, setting your hands down on the counter and leaning forward. "Doesn't mean i'm any less tired of seeing your face every single day." you retorted, glaring at him before going back to cutting the vegetables for tonight's dinner.

Josh could only scoff and roll his eyes as he sat down on one of the couches nearby.

You didn't know what it was that irritated you the most about the younger Cody.

He was a pretentious, conceited, pretty boy who put on a nice act that everyone fell for. Everyone, except you. His uncles may have accepted him into the family, but you simply couldn't trust him. Ever since he arrived a couple of years ago, the two of you have never been able to have any sort of civil conversation, the tension between you so thick it could be cut with a knife.

"You two really can't behave like adults for more than five minute can you?" Smurf commented in a nonchalant manner.

"She started it." J replied flatly, not bothering to turn around.

"Jesus Christ, you're like fucking children." Deran sighs, sharing an exasperated look with Smurf before chugging down the rest of his beer. The younger Cody certainly brought out your childish and petty side, but you couldn't help it.

“You know what, fuck this.” You said, dropping what you were doing and pushing past Smurf.

"Oh, come on Y/N. Don't be like that." Deran called after you but you raised your middle finger in the air without looking back.

-

The music blared out of your speaker as you dried your hair in a towel. You'd been in the bathroom for approximately an hour now, needing some time for yourself.

You stood in front of the mirror and began to wipe some of the steam off it when the door to the bathroom opened, startling you. You watched as he walked in and closed the door behind himself, the gesture making you frown.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you snapped, turning off the music and tightening your towel around your chest as you took a step back.

"Don't you know how to lock a door?"

"It... It was locked." you stuttered without thinking, suddenly feeling overly exposed in front of him, heat coming up to your cheeks as you remembered your towel was the only thing covering your naked body. Meanwhile, J stood at a safe distance behind you, arms crossed over his chest, his face unreadable. "I'll be out in a minute, now get out." you said, recomposing yourself and focusing back on the mirror.

"No, I'm good." your head turned in his direction again, a stunned scoff leaving your lips.

"Excuse me?"

"I said I'm good." you opened your mouth to speak but closed it again, too stunned to think of anything to say. But you could feel the anger building within you, his attitude getting on your nerves.

"I swear to God if you don't leave this room in the next 10 seconds I will scream."

J scoffed and took a few slow steps closer to you, his hands coming to rest on your hips to pull you against his body, watching your reaction in the mirror: you gasped softly, eyes widening.

"Is that supposed to scare me?" he whispered, raising an eyebrow. "Smurf and Deran left. It's just you and me now so you can scream all you want." he told you. You said nothing, the sexual innuendo behind his words causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

"Get. out." you try again, voice weak and unconvincing as you closed your eyes and clenched your jaw. He ignored you, one of his hands slowly snaking down your waist, finding the bottom of your towel and beginning to play with it lightly; his fingertips gently brushed over the skin of your upper thighs which had you biting down on your bottom lip and suppressing a whimper.

"What are you doing?" you breathed out as you looked down at his hand, your heart accelerating from both his actions and the thoughts that were crossing your mind.

And just like that his hand dipped underneath the towel, his fingers coming in direct contact with your clit and beginning to rub small circles, which had you gasping softly, the sound being more like a moan. Though before you could begin to properly enjoy whatever else he was about to do, your eyes widened and you came back to your senses, whipping around and slapping him hard across the face, your breathing heavy as you stared at him in shock.

Your mind was racing, trying to think of what to do, what to think, what to feel. Though deep down it was very clear what you wanted.

A few more seconds went by and one small burst of confidence was enough for you to suddenly lunge forward, your lips colliding against his in a heated kiss. Your hand moved to grab his shirt, tugging him closer as the other gripped your towel, preventing it from falling. Before you knew it J had you backed up against the sink, your lower back hitting the cool surface while his lips moved against yours aggressively.

“I can still leave if that's what you want.” he whispered against your lips once pulling away, a cocky smirk on his own. Your breathing was heavy, hand still holding his shirt, and you didn’t intend on letting go. You didn't say anything, too busy staring at his lips.

Then without warning, he flipped your body around so you were facing the mirror and your back was against his chest, the towel slipping from your body in the process which had you gasping. You heard him curse under his breath and you closed your eyes, swallowing hard as his hand moved to your breast, the other finding its way back between your legs. He kept his eyes fixed on your reflection as he set a rhythm, rubbing slow, steady circles into your clit

"Such a nice body." he continued, bringing his lips next to your ear, his breath sending a shiver down your spine. "Too bad the personality doesn't match."

You could only let out a soft whimper in response, your lips catching between your teeth as you felt his growing bulge against your lower back.

“See? I knew I'd find a way to shut you up.” he murmured against your ear. You reached back to weave your fingers between his locks, feeling that sensation you knew all to well growing between your legs as you watched yourself dissolve into a blissful state.

But despite the tension quickly building in your lower stomach you refused to give yourself to him completely, not so easily at least.

“I wouldn’t expect to be making much noise with you anyways,” you eventually replied as you let go of his hair, the smirk on your lips giving away your desire to challenge him and insult his ego.

And for the first time, he didn't have any sort of come back; all amusement draining from his face. It was your turn to glance at his reflection in the mirror only to see him staring back at you, your smirk growing wider.

J's hand moved around your neck, your eyes closing in response. He didn’t give you any chances to react as he pushed two fingers deep inside you, your hands coming to grip his arm.

"Don't you dare go quiet on me now. I'll be happy to find a better use for that mouth if you don't let me hear you." he spoke up when he noticed you biting down on your bottom lip to try to conceal your moans, his lips near your ear as his fingers worked furiously between your legs all while keeping you still and watching your reactions through the mirror. You nodded as best as you could with his hand around your throat, putting your pride to the side just for that moment. Because although a small part of yourself still wanted to break free from his grip, it felt good. Way too good for it to stop.

And God, was the sight attractive.

And so you no longer tried to hold back the screams of pleasure falling out of your mouth, much to his satisfaction.

"Josh—" you whimpered, grinding against his hand, seeking more friction from his thumb on your clit. "Oh my god."

But then almost as fast as your release approached he removed his fingers, which pulled a desperate, broken whine out of your throat. You once again tried controlling your breathing to make it seem you weren't as affected as you really were, not wanting to give him any sort of satisfaction. But your body language was quick to betray you, squirming and bucking your hips.

"If you want something, ask for it."

"Go fuck yourself." you reply after a bit of contemplating, still out of breath. As desperate as you were becoming for him to fuck you, you had too much pride to let him win.

At that he released your neck from his grip, red marks appearing already. You knew you’d have darker bruises in the morning, but right now you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Without bothering to reply Josh maneuvered you into a bending position, your hands coming to grip the counter with a thud. You propped your leg onto it, watching in the mirror as he undid the tie of his sweatpants, tugging them down along with his boxers. He jerked himself a couple of times before burying his cock deep inside you without warning, your whole body jolting forward at the roughness of it, the movement followed by a loud, punched out moan.

"Holy fuck, Josh!” you screamed out, a strangled sob leaving your lips, eyes fluttering instinctively.

He began fucking you right away, attempting to keep his eyes on your reflection in the mirror to take in your every reaction. One hand came to cup your breast, working a nipple between his fingers while the other found your hair, gathering it in a makeshift ponytail before tugging your head back slightly; forcing you to keep your eyes open and look at him through the mirror once again.

"Eyes open. If you close them, I stop." he threatened, the words followed with a low moan. "I want you to watch everything." he continued.

"Fuck, J, please." you begged, unsure what you were even asking for. Within just a few minutes your legs were shaking again, chest heaving as you clenched around his cock.

"Please what? Use your words."

Your eyes rolled back in your head, the harsh tone of his voice turning you on more than it should've. You attempted to speak again but no words came out, your mind slowly going blank. Then one particular thrust of his hips had you moaning, high pitched and desperate, causing you to grip onto the edge of the sink tighter. J leaned down to kiss the side of your face and you turned your head so your lips met in a messy kiss, muffling both your moans. You could still catch a glimpse of your reflection from that angle, see his lower body snapping against yours, see yourself kissing him while he fucks you.

"I'm gonna cum, J, i'm so fucking close," you cried out, your moans increasing in volume as you neared your release.

"Go on then, baby. Cum for me."

A mix of pants and grunts were flowing from his lips as he watched you shake beneath him and come undone; his thrusts remaining rough and not showing any signs of slowing down so you could ride out your high as much as possible.

Though he knew the feeling of your walls clenching around him would be enough to trigger his own orgasm, and as expected you soon began to feel his thrusts falter. It was only a matter of time before you felt his cock twitch inside of you, his cum filling you up and you managing to watch him come undone through heavy eyelids.

After a few seconds to compose himself, he drew back, easing himself out slowly.

"You fucking came in me." you mumbled through heavy breaths, swallowing as you turned around with difficulty, your legs still weak and trembling. Only a proud smile was his answer and truthfully, you weren't expecting more from him.

Then you pulled him by his shirt and kissed him again, sighing in content as you finally shared a proper kiss. You were still properly fucked out, barely processing what had just happened as your lips moved lazily against his own, forgetting about the fact you were still completely naked, forgetting about the fact you hated him as your fingers threaded through his hair gently. You eventually pulled away for air, your eyes closing as you leaned your head back.

"Good luck explaining the noise." J broke the short silence that had settled, tucking himself back into his underwear and fixing up his sweatpants. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you lifted your head to look back at him tiredly.

"What?"

"They never left." he told you. Panic immediately settled deep in your stomach and you straightened from your position.

He continuously ignored you as you begged him to admit he was joking, quickly kissing your cheek instead before walking out the door, leaving you dumbfounded.

This son of a bitch.

[divineruler]

I CAN’T COMPETE ~ Austin Sommers

[when Austin got an idea, nothing else in the world mattered. Not the house, not his health, not even you.]

GENDER NEUTRAL READER - slightly cannon divergent?? Not really but also kind of...

WARNINGS- mentions of disordered eating (NON GRAPHIC), angst, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff 

WORDS- 2.5K

"Austin!" You yelled, pounding your fists on his front door for what felt like the hundredth time. "Austin! You jack-ass, I know you're in there." you tried to peer through the glass window but were met with nothing but a dark entryway. You sighed, running your fingers through your hair. 

This always happened right around this time of year. Austin would drive all the way out here, to the middle of nowhere, and barricade himself in his office till he cranked out another masterpiece. You had no idea how he did it. He was talented, no doubt about that. But he also had to be fucking crazy to keep up this kind of schedule. You would normally be happy for him; I mean, the man was living out his dreams, and nothing made you happier than seeing him succeed. But Austin had a tendency to neglect his physical health when these bouts of inspiration hit. He would work himself to death if someone didn't intervene and slow him down. The last time this happened, he stumbled out of that house four months later, looking white as a ghost, seconds away from collapsing. His trembling bones swimming in his expensive pajama garments. You were seconds away from driving him straight to the hospital, but he assured you he was fine. And, just like every year, within a month of being back home, he was back to his perky self. No more cold, pale skin or purple bags rimming his sleep-deprived eyes. But this year was going to be different. You weren't going to let him go down that road again, not after the last time. He meant too much to you to let him work himself to death. He may be a pretentious ass-hole sometimes, but he was your pretentious ass-hole. 

You groaned, digging into your pocket before carefully picking the lock to his front door. A handy skill you picked up after years of chasing that boy around, making sure he stayed out of trouble. You chuckled to yourself as you heard the click of the door unlocking. Austin should probably upgrade his security, but I guess that would be counterproductive, wouldn't it?

You softly shut the door behind you, kicking off your shoes at the front mat, and made your way into the house. 

"Austin!" You yelled, making your way around to his study. "Aust-" You stopped abruptly, walking into the room. "My God, it's ripe in here-" You said, scrunching up your face as the smell of weed and a very shower-deprived Austin hit you. You see him, his back facing you, sitting on the floor, hunched over his electronic keyboard. "What are you w-" 

"SHHHHH" He cut you off before playing a series of disjointed notes on the keyboard. "NO, NO, I JUST FUCKING HAD IT!" He yelled, slamming his fists down on the keys. His keyboard barked back a yelp of dissonant notes. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?" He yelled, whipping his head around to face you. Your eyes went wide as you took in his form. Skin sheet-white, only contrasted by the deep bags under his eyes. His ribs stuck out under the thin robe pulled over the crest of his bowed shoulders. 

"Oh Austin," You said, walking over to him and sitting down in front of him, only his keyboard between you too. "You're not looking so good..." 

"I don't know what you're talking about." he snapped as he began digging through the pile of disorganized sheet music around him. "I-I'm doing fine. Great actually. You should hear some of the stuff I've been writing. Oh, baby, I'm going to make millions." He said, an almost evil smile tugging at his lips. 

"That's great, Austin! I'm really happy for you. But remember what we talked about? Money is great, but what the hell are we going to do with it all if you arent here, living and breathing, to spend it!" You joked, bringing a hand up to caress his cheek. "Your skin is ice cold Austin, are you sure you're feeling okay?" He faltered a bit, and you could see the exhaustion behind his eyes begin to break through. But he quickly regained his erratic composure. 

"Yes. I'm fine. Perfect, actually." He repeated, digging through the pile of sheet music around him till he found what he was looking for. "Here, here, listen to this. Tell me it isn't going to be the next Hamilton." His fingers danced across the keys, and he started to hum the melody, only stopping when his fingers slipped. Another bark of disjointed notes knocking him back to reality. "DAMNIT" He yelled, crumbling up the paper and chucking it into a pile of other discarded, balled-up ideas. 

"Hey, hey, hey. Let's calm down." You said, placing your hands over his. "You're shaking, my love. I'm worried about you. Maybe you should take a break." He shook his head, pulling his hands away from yours before running them through his hair. 

"No. No brakes." He argued, scribbling down a new melody on a new sheet of staff paper. "Sucess doesn't take breaks." You huffed, grabbing the pencil out of his hand. 

"Famous last words." You wrestled the notepad out of his hands and flipped the switch to turn his keyboard off. "No. You're done. You are taking a break. You are going to kill yourself, Austin." He groaned as you pulled the notepad from his hands. 

"You don't need to helicopter parent me!" He huffed, placing his hands on your shoulders, shaking you slightly. "I'm a grown man. I can take care of myself."

"Well, obviously, you can't!" You scoffed, pulling yourself away from Austin's grasp. You started gathering up the loose pieces of paper on the floor, stacking them up neatly. "Austin, you look terrible. When was the last time you ate?" You asked, looking him up and down. You settle on his face; a twinge of worry sparked in your stomach at the sight of his heavy eyes and hollow cheeks. "When was the last time you slept." You place a comforting hand on his shoulder as his facade began to crack, a look of absolute exhaustion settling in his body. He looked up at you, a guilty expression on his face. He looked down, embarrassed, before leaning forward and burying his head in your shoulder.  

"I can't do this anymore." He groaned, trembling slightly in your arms. "I'm never going to finish this script." You wrapped your arms around him and rubbed soothing circles on his back 

"Shhhh. It's okay." You soothed, "You're not thinking clearly. You need a nap and some food-" You grimaced a bit, being hit with a pungent smell. "But first, you need a shower..." You giggled, pulling away, feeling a little better as a weak smile spread across Austin's face. "Why don't you go take a shower, and I'll make us some lunch. How does that sound?" He sighed, looking around the room at his explosion of sheet music and crumpled up ideas. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, before slowly standing up on his wobbly legs. You supported him as he regained his balance and gave him a quick peck on the nose before he made his way into the master bedroom to shower. You sighed in relief as you heard the water turn on.

--

You wandered into the kitchen, intending to scavenge up something for the two of you to eat. The pantry was unsurprisingly empty, but you managed to find some stale bread in the back corner. The fridge was the same way. Empty, except for a carton of spoiled milk and some slices of cheese. Cheese sandwiches it was! You quickly got to slapping the cheese in between the bread, and before you knew it, lunch was ready. You set the two plates down at the tiny kitchen table. You looked around. The house was beautiful, there was no doubt about that. Very modern and quaint, and the view of the forest was relaxing. A perfect place to find inspiration for his work. But the house felt cold and unlived in. Almost felt wasteful to let such a beautiful house go untouched. But when Austin got an idea, nothing else in the world mattered. Not the house, not his health, not even you. It was like he became another person. Once that seed was planted in his brain, there was no stopping him. 

You focused back into reality when you heard Austin's footsteps coming down the stairs. You smiled as he entered the kitchen, taking a seat across from you. You giggled, playfully running your fingers through his wet hair from across the table. 

"There he is." You laughed, blushing at his embarrassed face. "You're already looking, and smelling, a little bit better." You gave him a sympathetic smile as you looked into his piercing eyes. He still looked like a zombie, deep bags under his eyes and a slight tremor in his bones, but at least the hot water gave his cheeks a slight blush. You pushed the plate with the cheese sandwiches towards him. He looked down, carefully lifting the bread, studying the sandwich before looking back up at you with a pleading expression. 

"I-I'm not hungry." He said, sitting back in his chair before pushing the plate back over to you. 

"You need to eat, Austin." You slowly placed your hand over his, a twinge of worry spreading through your chest at how cold and clammy his skin was even after his shower. "You won't have the energy to write if you don't take care of yourself." He huffed, avoiding eye contact. "Okay. How about I have half, and you have the other half? I'll take a bite, and then you take a bite. We'll go back and forth till you've finished half of the sandwich." He groaned, running his hands through his damp hair as you cut the sandwich in half diagonally. You grabbed your half, taking a bite before setting it down on the plate and looking over at him. He leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath before picking up the sandwich and taking a bite. "I know you think I'm overbearing, but it's just because I love you. You can't keep doing this to yourself." 

"Can I please get back to my work? Time is money!" He said, avoiding eye contact with you. You sighed, sightly frustrated.

"What is going on with you? You're killing yourself, Austin. I'm trying to help you." You said, reaching across the table to softly place your hands on the sides of his face, forcing him to look into your eyes. "I can't sit back and watch you do this to yourself. You mean too much to me. I love you, Austin, but I can't compete. This career consumes you and leaves me nothing but the empty shell of the man I used to love. I'm trying to help you, but you're fighting me. I wish you could see how much you mean to me and how much I love you." He doesn't break eye contact with you, doesn't even blink. He just picks up his sandwich and takes another bite of the corner, and another, and another. You smile, moving your hands from his hollow cheeks as you grab your half, following his lead. You feel the weight of your worry slightly lift from your shoulders. He was eating. It may be just half a cheese sandwich, but it was a start.  You smiled as he picked up the other sandwich, cutting it in half and finishing it, leaving the other half for you. He grimaced slightly, swallowing the last bite. You placed your hand on him, running your thumb over his knuckles soothingly. You knew this wasn't easy for him to take care of himself, especially when he was in one of these hyperfocused trances. So the fact that he was making an effort was huge. 

"Okay. I've showered, ate, now can I-" Austin started before a yawn cut him off. "Now can I-" he yawned again, his eyes watering slightly. "Now, can I get back to work?" He asked. You could see the exhaustion catching up to him, but he was trying hard not to show it. You frowned as he yawned a third time; this time, you could obviously tell how sleep-deprived he was.  

"When was the last time you slept?" You asked, still holding his hand gently. 

"Good question..." He started. "Um, well, how long have I been out here?" He asked. "Well- that long, I guess." You shook your head, running your thumb over his knuckles again. 

"Austin, you can't do that to yours-" You cut yourself off. "I feel like a broken record. You already know what I'm going to say. Next time you think you're going to go down this road again, let me know. I'm going to keep you accountable from now on. This is not happening again; I won't let it." He looked down, nodding his head. "Come on, let's get you all nice and comfy." You stood up, taking his hand. The two of you walked together to the master bedroom, where his huge king bed awaited you. "Austin, this is perfect. I can't believe you've let this bed go untouched the whole time you've been here. I would be living in this thing."

You joked, flopping down in the middle with your arms outstretched. Austin giggled, flopping down next to you. You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck and cuddling into him. "You're perfect." You said planting kisses on the side of his pale face. "Here," You say, pulling back the duvet before getting under the covers, opening your arms wide, prompting Austin to lay down next to you. He smiles shyly, slowly slipping under the covers and into your arms. He rested his head on your chest as you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close to you. You ran your fingers through his hair and slowly rubbed his back, trying your best to lul him to sleep. You smiled as he struggled to keep his eyes open, trying desperately to fight the exhaustion. But it finally won as his eyes drifted shut and his breathing leveled. You sighed, finally. It took a bit of work, but you arrived just in time. You held him as he finally submitted to the exhaustion, but not before slowly opening his eyes and looking up at you. 

"You know," He started, his words thick with sleep. "I think there is one thing I love more than writing..."

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[graceslavenderhaze]

Lift you up everytime { Luke Patterson}

synopsis: after the battle with the shadow man the reader has some sixth sense abilities, causing her to see the phantoms unlike her other friends.

i tried something new with the ending! let me know whether y'all liked that.

"Yeah, why shouldn't i be able to see them?" You asked confused by whatever game Julie was playing. She struggled to figure out how to explain her situation because , how was she supposed to explain that playing an old cd has brought three ghosts out of a dark vortex and into her garage, only to be seen and heard when they play music.

"Because, they're uh, shy! They really don't like being around people which is why it's surprising they're here!" She strained out as she turned around, giving a dirty glare causing them to leave. "They can play the orpheum but they can't hang in a high school cafeteria?" Kora said teasingly, Danny snorted always amping up her jokes no matter how bad they are.

"Well social anxiety's spectrum you know!" Julie said awkwardly, "I have to go take calculus quiz but we should definitely hang out this week!" She said before excusing herself to leave. You all waited until she left the cafeteria to strike up your conversation.

"That was sus as hell." Taylor said as he shoved his last minute but finished homework into his backpack. You shrugged, "Maybe she's nervous. We're not exactly the most friendly looking upperclassmen." Your friend group all collectively had a resting bitch face, seeming to scare most off. You turned your attention to your backpack, trying to find sheet music you'd been working on during your free period. However, it was gone. "Shit. I left new sheet music in the music room, I'll see you guys next period." You said as you stood up with your backpack as you voyaged to the music room, knowing that it would be empty with the exception of a select few that Mrs. Harrison had trusted the keys to for lunch.

You sent passing smiles to those you knew in the hall as you made your way down the music hall. Walking in and silently being grateful that it was empty as you noticed your untouched sheet music where you left it the period prior. "Thank you universe!" You muttered as you pulled out your binder to put it in. Suddenly feeling eyes on you as you turned around slightly in the music room, the same way you felt with the shadowman. Three sets of eyes met yours. "Shit! Give a warning if you're gonna lurk like a stalker." You said startled causing the three boys to act suprised.

"You can see us?" The one in the leather jacket asked. Why the hell is everyone asking that today? "Yes? I have eyes y'know, i don't know why everyone's so unaware of that lately." You said crossing your arms.

"Sorry, it's been a while since we've been around people." The brunette without the sleeves said, You struck a confused face. "Oh, not use to slumming it in reality rather than being adored on the orpheum stage?" You teased slightly to the group with your voice dripping with sarcasm. "No! God that makes us sound pretentious." The blonde with a golden chain around his neck said. You laughed slightly, "Relax, I'm just messing with you all. I'm Y/n Stevens. I was at the orpheum show the other night."

"Oh yeah! You were the babe in the third throw." You lifted your eyebrows. "Okay. I'm Alex, that's Reggie and this idiot is Luke!" They introduced themselves to you as you nodded. "Yeah, I was there with my friends and brother. You guys were awesome!" You said with a smile causing the boys to give one back. The bell suddenly ringing interrupting you all, "I gotta get to class but I'll see you guys sometime this week i guess." You said as you walked back slightly.

"You will?" Luke asked slightly excited, causing his friends to laugh slightly. "Yeah Julie said she wanted to hang out." You said as you left the music room with a quick goodbye, disappearing into the crowded hallway. "Dude you're so into her!" Reggie said as he snorted. "Yeah like it's embarrassing." Alex quickly recanted. Julie came into the music room slightly flustered, Flynn in toe. Who could suddenly see the boys after the orpheum performance.

"You guys gotta go back to my house. Until we figure out why people can see you, we can't risk anything." She said as she looked at Flynn but directing her words to the boys so no one thought she was having a psychotic break in the middle of the music room.

this time skip is brought the you by owen patrick joyners biceps

It had been a few days since your encounter with the three boys in the music room. You'd hung out with Julie a few times but had yet to hang out with the boys. Once again you were sitting at a table on campus with your friends aimlessly making conversation while you waited for your free period to pass. You'd all gotten back thirty minutes before your next class so you literally had nothing better to do. "Okay, would you rather date a cute ghost OR date a vampire, like queen of the damned type beat." Taylor asked dramatically, before taking a sip of their coffee.

"Shit, queen of the damn is my sexual awakening. I gotta stay true to it." Kora said as she last minute copied your physics homework, you quirked an eye. "I thought your sexual awakening was nosferatu?" You teased before she threw a middle finger up.

"Deadass? No fucking way!" Danny said as he sat up from laying on top of the table next to you all. "People eat there, you know?" A passing freshman said causing you all to turn towards them, unintentionally scaring them down the hallway. You all let out laughter, before turning back to your conversation.

"Hey!" Julie said as stood in front of your table, you gestured for her to sit. While, your friends say hi's and hello's to the younger girl. Sitting down she rested her arms against the table crossed, "Are you guy's free today?" She asked as she looked behind her quickly. After a quick moment of you all checking your imaginary social calendars that were most definitely empty with the exception of band practice and homework, you all nodded.

"Cool! Do you guy's want to come over to my house? We can play and you guys can meet the phantoms!" The latina girl had said cheerfully with a smile painted across her face. "I'm down!" You replied looking towards your friends who also gave warm acceptances to the invite.

"Awesome! Does around four work?" She said as she began to get up from her seat, you nodded being as it was your carpool day. "See you guys then!" She said as she began to make her way back down the hall she had came from. "I like her." Kora remarked as she handed you back your physics homework.

"She reminds me of y/n before their teenage rebellion phase completely took over." Taylor teased being followed up by Danny remarking that 'it's never a phase'. The bell had rung, causing you all to clean up the mess you had made on the table before going forward with the rest of your school day.

Walking into the Molina's garage you hadn't expected anything less, the butterflies on the ceiling, the chair hanging from the ceiling, and the grand piano that was in front of a window with possibly dozens of plants. You'd remembered that her mother had died that prior year, you had been working at a flower shop near her neighborhood. There must've been dozens of orders for floral arrangements for her family, mostly dahlias and some roses, which you found sardonically ironic, none the less.

"So where are the guys?" Danny asked as you all scattered across the spacious studio, Danny was near what you assumed was Alex's drum set. Kora was looking at the tapestry that was hanging on the wall, making a mental note to ask Julie where she'd bought it. Taylor and you were near the grand piano that stood in front of the dozens of plants. "About that, " Julie's sentence began to trail off, causing you all to look up at her.

"What are they gonna zoom call in on this sess?" Taylor quipped, causing you to roll your eyes at the mention of the small terror. "Do you believe in ghosts?" You let out a laugh, what was this danny phantom shit? After a minute or so of laughter on the behalf of you and your friends, you saw the uneasy facade that was painted across the younger girls cinnamon complexion.

"Oh shit, you're serious?" Danny quipped. Kora was still struck out, and Taylor had suddenly ran out of sarcastic remarks.

Before any of you were able to conjure up a response, three teenage boys manifested in front of you, "This is Luke, Reggie and Alex, they're ghosts."

[clonewarslover55]

Jungle Moved  Chapter one(1/7)

Predator and CloneWars Crossover

Chapter two   Chapter three   Chapter four   Chapter five  Chapter six   Chapter seven

Go check out my summary and notes before reading please! 

Based off of this wonderful art by @scuttlebuttin  

Notes: I hope you all enjoy it!! There’s no gore or Predator in this chapter. 

Warnings: Blood, gore, death, alien dude, language, tobacco use, mentions of death, nasty gory shit that I go into detail about, violence, characters being assholes, fight scenes that are probably poorly written, jungle stuff, suspension, arguments, weapons, alien technology 

*Outside of the border of Guatemala, 1987* 

The helicopter landed gently at the base, the rescue team inside happy to finally be back on land. Wrecker jumped out first, his bag slung over his shoulder. Crosshair, Tech, and Hunter were close behind. Fives hopped out next, happy to finally stretch his legs. Wolffe sat in the helicopter for a moment, a smirk crossing his lips in excitement with this next mission. 

Nothing was better to him and his boys then a good mission. Wolffe got out of the helicopter last, grabbing his bag and hopping into one of the jeeps like his men did. The jeeps drove them through the swampy base, they took Wolffe’s men to the barracks and Wolffe to the general to discuss the mission. 

Wolffe hopped out of the jeep in front of the small cabin, his old friend quick to meet him. “Lookin’ good Wolffe.” The general smiled and grasped his hand, “It’s been a long time, general.” Wolffe smirked. The general nodded and cocked his head to the side, instructing him to follow. 

It was important then. If it wasn’t, the general wouldn’t be rushing him slightly. Wolffe was very observant, even with one eye. He had to be, that’s how he had survived this long. That’s how his team had become the best. Wolffe followed the older man into the cabin where he’d be debriefed on what exactly he was getting his men into. 

*A few minutes later* 

“Eighteen(18) hours ago we lost a small squad that was escorting a foregian cabinet minister.” The general pointed to a big circled red dot on the map, “We think they’re somewhere around here.” Wolffe snorted and rolled his good eye, “Does this team of yours always travel on the wrong side of the border?” 

The general gave the gruff voiced man a cold look, “They strayed off course in the jungle. We believe the Guerrillas have them in their custody.” Wolffe crossed his muscular arms, his black short sleeve shirt showing some of his wolf tattoo that rested on his shoulder. “Why do you need us? Why can’t you just use-” 

A very familiar voice spoke up behind him, “Because some damn fool said you were the best.” Wolffe scowled and turned his head to the side, eyeing his old friend with his good eye. Gree stood up, a smirk on the red head's face. 

“Gree you son of a bitch!!” Wolffe smiled and locked hands with the man, engaging in an arm lock. Gree could only grin. He caught up with his old friend and brother in arms before moving back to the table where the map is. 

“So what do we have to do?” He cocked a black eyebrow as he glanced back at the maps. The general and Gree quickly explained why they needed the best of the best. Wolffe listened to Gree’s compliments as he tried to woo him into accepting the mission. Luckily for Gree, Wolffe has a big ego. “Go on.” The one eyed man smirked willing to listen to the plan.

“Simple set up. One day operation.” Gree spoke quickly, “We find their trail with a chopper. Run em’ down, grab those hostages and then head back across the border before anyone even knows we were there.” Wolffe scowled and looked at Gree, “What do you mean…….We?” Gree smirked, “I’m going in with you.” 

Wolffe looked at the general with a pissed off look, “General. My team always works alone, you know that.” He nearly spat the words. The general didn’t seem to give a rats ass, “We all have our orders Wolffe. Once you reach your objective Gree will evaluate the situation and take charge.”

Wolffe did not like this at all. He sneered at Gree, wanting to knock the smirk off the man's face.

*Early next morning* 

Wolffe and his men sat in the helicopter along with Gree, loud upbeat music playing in the background. Everyone was ready to go, their faces painted in camouflage. They all checked their weapons and paint, anxiously waiting. 

All of their face paint was different, but each pattern would blend in with the jungle. Wrecker had simple dark green and light diagonal lines across his face and under his eyes. Crosshair just had a few straight thin greenish brown lines going vertically down his narrow face and neck. Tech only had his cheeks colored with green and a few stripes above his eyebrows. Fives had two thick dark green stripes on each cheek, reaching from his jawline to under his eyes. The one on the left actually crossed over his eye and onto his forehead, stopping at his hairline.

 Wolffe had multiple thick dark green lines on his face, one traced his left cheek bone and one went from the top of his nose down the right side of his face. Another line ran from his hairline, over his eye patch and to the corner of his jaw, while the last one covered his chin. Hunter had multiple dark and light green half circles on his face. One eye was completely covered with nearly a whole circle mixed with dark and light green, while the other was only halfway covered. Two dark green lines traced his cheek bones, connecting across the bridge of his nose which was painted light green. He had two half circles one either side of his mouth, connecting at his chin in a light green. 

Hunter was very pretentious with his face paint. Wolffe was as well, he even put some diagonal lines along his bare arms and biceps. Gree’s paint mostly covered his face like Hunter’s but his was a different cameo like pattern, similar to their army pants. 

Wrecker chewed some chewing tobacco, checking his weapons over as he did so. Hunter painted his face slowly, making sure his hair and bandana were perfect as he did so in the mirror. Hunter ignored Wrecker’s random shouts, too focused on his paint to give a fuck. 

 Crosshair finished checking his rifle and looked at Fives, both men suddenly smirking at one another. Fives grabbed a face paint marker and tossed it at Tech, who was reading something. Tech caught the marker without looking up, a smirk crossing his face. Tech looked up at his two teammates, his glasses reflecting the red light of the helicopter. They couldn’t help but grin back. 

Gree sat beside Wolffe, looking over the map with him. “Where’s our backup?” Gree chuckled, “No such thing!” He grinned, but then got serious. “Once we cross that border…..We’re on our own.” Wolffe snorted, adjusting his eye patch. “This gets better by the minute.” 

Wrecker held out the bag of chewing tobacco to Fives, who slapped it away. “Get that stinking shit out of my face!! Wrecker laughed and tried to offer some to Hunter, who just ignored him. “Come on guys!!” He chewed some more, “This stuff will make you a sexual tyrannosaurus! Like me!!” He held up the bag that had a picture of a T-Rex holding two guns and shooting them into the air with the words, “Sexual Tyrannosaurus!” Under it. 

Gree raised an eyebrow at Wrecker, who spit onto his boot. It was clear no one enjoyed his presence there. “That’s a real nasty habit you got there son.” Wrecker couldn’t help but smirk. 

A few minutes later an alarm blared, causing all the men to look up and prepare themselves for rappelling. Wolffe removed his headset and gave them some hand signals, letting his men know that they were crossing the border into Guatemala. Wolffe pulled on his fingerless gloves while his men pulled on their packs. They were all ready. 

The men stood up, clipping the ropes of their harnesses onto the bar on the ceiling of the helicopter. The chopper hovered and Wolffe gave more signals. With ease, all men rappelled to the ground, swiftly unhooking themselves. The helicopters didn’t land, they flew off the moment the men were all on the ground. 

Wolffe motioned for his men to follow, then they all marched out into the jungle.

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[ellewritesathing]

You’re My Problem

Summary: What happens when you take unrequited love, throw in some jealousy, and add a dash of impulsivity? You get a recipe for disaster.

Word Count: 2.8k+

A/N: this was requested by @i-write-things-sometimes-x​ a forever ago. thank you for being so patient and i’m so sorry it took so long for me to write this!! 💕

Stiles’ Stilinski was a dumbass. He was impulsive, he was reckless, and he couldn’t focus on anything that wasn’t Lydia Martin for longer than five minutes. But he was also the one who brought you soup when you were sick, the one who remembered your birthday, and the one you’d been in love with since before you could remember. 

He’d been oblivious to all your attempts of getting him to see you as something other than a friend pretty much for as long as you’d known him. Erica thought it was hilarious, and she never let you live down the mouth-to-mouth debacle after he’d almost drowned with the kanima venom. She’d been nicer about it, though, since Lydia and Stiles had their own moment of panic-induced lip-locking. 

But it wasn’t just Erica that changed - everything was different after their kiss. As dramatic as your reaction seemed when you looked back on it, something inside you snapped that day, and all of your pent-up rage from being powerless in a town of supernaturals bubbled to the surface. You convinced Derek to turn you, and things between you, Stiles, and Scott had never been the same. 

“And here I thought you came to lacrosse practice for me.” Isaac set down his gear with a grin and grabbed your water bottle. The light caught on his eyelashes as he drank, painting delicate ribbons down his cheeks as long as his chin was tilted up to the sky.

Erica didn’t care about how pretty Isaac could be, because she didn’t find him nearly as pretty as the lacrosse players packing up on the field. She rolled her eyes and pushed Isaac to the side, not bothering to adjust her strength in the process. “Move over, lover boy. You’re blocking my view.” 

Armed with an evil grin and the knowledge that Erica couldn’t do anything to him in front of all these people, Isaac moved directly in front of her and tilted his head. “Didn’t Derek tell you to be nicer to people?” 

“Derek also told me not to smother you in your sleep, so-” Erica reached forward, hand extended almost as gently as to move one of his curls out of his face, and shoved him to the ground “-you better watch out.” She drummed her fingers on the bleachers with an evil smile of her own before jumping up to follow one of the lacrosse boys off the field. 

Laughing off Erica’s dramatics and shaking your head, you got up and held a hand out to help Isaac to his feet. “Come on.” You waved your fingers when he didn’t reach out. “You stink and the sooner you shower, the sooner I get lunch.” 

“Yeah?” Isaac reached up for your hand and leaned on his other elbow for support. “That kinda sucks for you.” 

It was your own fault for not noticing the glint of mischief in his eye before he wrapped his hand around yours and pulled you to the ground next to him. Soon enough, the two of you were rolling around the field (you trying to get up and him ruining every attempt) and laughing just like you always did. Your hands were barely intertwined, but it was still enough to feel his pulse racing. 

“Are you two done? Because Coach is gonna turn on the sprinklers in like five minutes.” 

Your heartbeat shot up at the sound of Stiles’ voice. Clumsily, you untangled yourself from Isaac and sat up. It didn’t matter whether you were human or superhuman, facing a cute boy or the monster of the week, nothing made you more nervous than Stiles Stilinski. “Yeah, we were just- uh, just leaving to grab some lunch. You wanna come with?” 

“Thanks, but I kinda lost my appetite.” Stiles waited an awkward moment and then shrugged, rolled his lacrosse stick over in his hand, and started walking away. The faded number 24 bobbed up and down as he walked away from you, like a boat treading very uncertain waters.

You let out a deep breath and hid your head in your hands. It didn’t matter what you did, conversations with Stiles always ended awkwardly or with one of you leaving. At least this way, you couldn’t see the embarrassing aftermath.

“Oh, come on-” Isaac knocked your knee with his, letting out a laugh. You could practically hear him rolling his eyes before you turned to face him. “It wasn’t that bad.” 

“He hates me.” 

“He doesn’t hate you.” 

“Ever since I turned, it’s like he can’t even bear to look at me.” 

“And you are so hard to look at,” Isaac said with a grin. He rolled his eyes again and let out a low laugh. If he was going to say anything else about your massively mortifying crush on Stiles Stilinski, he didn’t get the chance. The sprinklers switched on.

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You were a real pain in the ass. You were annoyingly right about everything, you always had to get your own way, and you could barely focus on anything that wasn’t Isaac Lahey for longer than five minutes. But you were also the one that watched Star Wars with him when he couldn’t sleep, the one that saved him a seat in English, and the one Stiles had been in love with since before he could remember. 

Even after the world went to hell in a handbasket, Stiles thought he might have had a shot with you. All he had to do was find the right time to talk to you - and it seemed like the perfect time after you saved him from drowning - but he waited too long. Somehow something always came around to ruin his perfect moment. Eventually, you turned and traded him in for the one and only Isaac ‘Pretentious Asshole’ Lahey.

In the understatement of the century, Scott said, “Dude, you should just talk to her,” in that aggravatingly optimistic way of his. 

“Yeah? I should just talk to her, and tell her that I love her, and then maybe we’ll just walk off into the sunset like a Julia Roberts movie?” Stiles was robbed of the satisfaction of his snark by Scott’s dumbstruck face. “Oh my god, what is it now? What’s with the face?” 

Scott scrunched up his face and pulled on the straps of his backpack. He rocked on his heels defensively. “I don’t have a face.”

“You totally have a face, okay?” Stiles waved his hand in front of Scott’s face. “This right here is the face you make when it’s tater tot day.”

Scott shrugged and tried to play it cool. “It’s nothing, just-” He took a deep breath, leaned in, and said, “You just said that you love her. That’s all.” With another trademark Scott McCall shrug and smile, he started walking off to make his English class before the second bell.

“Well…” Stiles said to an empty hallway. He let out a heavy sigh and slammed his locker. “Shit.” 

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You’d spent your entire life pining over Stiles Stilinski. All those years wasted on a guy who didn’t have feelings for you, when there was a perfectly sweet distraction right next to him. Sure, maybe Isaac didn’t know your favorite movie candy and he didn’t always know the right thing to say when you were having a bad day, but he snuck you out of detention and he didn’t make you so tongue-tied that you couldn’t speak in complete sentences. 

Isaac was fun. He made you feel witty. Maybe he wasn’t perfect, but he was fun.

This night was the closest to perfect you’d had in a long time: Lydia’s epic homecoming party. There were copious amounts of alcohol and scarce supervision, you and Isaac were dancing, and the full moon wasn’t for another week. It was as perfect as you were ever going to get … and yet you couldn’t stop stealing glances at Stiles. 

Outright staring at him would have been preferable, but he had been glowering at you ever since Isaac, Erica, and Boyd showed up. If you didn’t want to see the look of annoyance that was almost permanently on his face when it came to you, then stealing glances would have to be enough. 

It was a shame, though, because there was something so magnetic about him tonight. Maybe it was the effortlessness that made him attractive. He was slightly overdue for a haircut, so he was dragging a hand through it every other minute in that nervous way of his. Even though his plaid was one of the too big ones Noah had bought for Christmas a few years ago, his t-shirt was one from the older collection that he was in the process of outgrowing. Disheveled suited him; he was almost perfect. If the annoyed look on his face would disappear, so would the ‘almost.’

Isaac ducked his head down to speak to you over the blare of the music, lip grazing your ear as he spoke. “You’re doing that thing again.” 

“What thing?” you asked, trying to brighten up when you looked up at him. You should have tried harder, but dancing with Isaac and being witty wasn’t a priority when Stiles was so mad at you. 

The corners of Isaac’s mouth curled up and he tilted his head to the side. You knew that Stiles was the thing, even if he didn’t say it while he twirled you out.

Isaac pulled you in slightly too quickly, so you collapsed into him more than anything else. The two of you were still laughing and cracking jokes about super-healing when you caught a glimpse of Stiles angrily swigging what was left of a beer and disappearing into the house. 

For a moment, all the sweaty teens and bright lights faded away. You untangled yourself from Isaac quickly and clumsily before rushing out an “I gotta go” and pushing your way through the crowd. 

It was easier to breathe when you reached the second floor without so many people around. The only problem was that all the air disappeared the moment you were alone with Stiles. It was the first time in months that you’d spent any time alone together, and the fact that he was more than a little tipsy wasn’t making things any easier. 

Still, you followed him into one of the rooms and closed the door. “Hey, Stiles, are you doing okay?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, actually, I’m just peachy.” Stiles dropped the necklace he was fiddling with and brushed his nose with his thumb. “Perfect. Nothing to complain about, you know? At least no one’s trying to kill me this week.” 

“Sounds like maybe you should be celebrating,” you said carefully, trying not to spook him as you made your way over. “You know, instead of hanging out up here, going through Lydia’s great aunt’s jewelry.”

Stiles let out a hollow laugh and turned awkwardly to the jewelry box on the dresser. He shrugged and picked up the necklace again. “But it’s so shiny and I’m so awkward,” he whined. 

You took a few steps closer to take the necklace out of his hands before he broke the clasp. “You’re not awkward.” Stiles gave you a sideways look and you laughed. “Okay, maybe you’re a little awkward, but it’s an endearing kind of awkward.” 

Stiles stubbornly refused to give you the necklace without a fight, and the chain was caught in the crossfire. The both of you panicked and scrambled to fix it, but this wasn’t the kind of necklace that two teenagers and a pair of tweezers could fix. 

Stiles gave up struggling over the necklace and let out a heavy sigh, hand curling over one half of the broken chain and the bathroom sink. The necklace had been the only thing keeping the weight of the world off his shoulders - the only thing keeping Stiles tipsy and happy instead of almost drunk and kind of sad. “Just forget it,” he said. His voice was raw. “No amount of trying is gonna fix it.” 

“Don’t say that.” You grabbed Stiles’ half of the chain out of his hand and put it next to the other half on the counter. Willing the chains to fuse back together and decidedly not looking at Stiles, you said, “You can’t just give up like that.” 

“Why not? The necklace is broken and I broke it. I can’t fix it.” 

“You can at least try to fix it.” 

“Maybe it doesn’t wanna be fixed. Maybe it’s happier with the stupid scarf, alright?” 

“Wait, what scarf?” When he didn’t answer, you looked up from the necklace to find him staring guiltily at the floor. “Stiles, please don’t tell me there’s some ruined Hermes scarf up here because Lydia will kill me.” 

Still no answer. 

As gently as you could, you reached out to touch his shoulder. “Stiles-”

“Just forget it!” Stiles snapped, pulling away before you could touch him. He almost crashed into the door in his hurry to get away from you. “Go dance with your scarf, okay? You two deserve one another.” 

Stiles stormed into the bedroom, and you stormed after him. You caught his arm before he even made it halfway across the room. “Okay, man, what the hell is your problem?” 

“My problem?” Stiles echoed. “You wanna know what my problem is?” 

“Yes! You’ve been glaring at me all night, avoiding me for like six months, and- what? Now you’re freaking out over a broken necklace?” You took a step closer to him, pulse racing. “So, what’s your problem?” 

“Okay, you know what? You’re my problem.” Stiles was so close that you didn’t need werewolf superpowers to feel all the emotions coming off him. “We were best friends until you ditched me for Isaac Freaking Lahey, okay? We used to hang out like all the time, and now we barely spend any time together unless someone’s trying to kill us. And you’re impossible to talk to-” 

“I’m impossible to talk to?” you echoed. “Stiles, you cringe every time you see me.” 

“I do not!” he said defensively, scrunching his face slightly. “Okay, maybe I do but that’s because whenever I see you, Isaac’s following you around like a puppy dog.” 

You couldn’t help but scoff at that. The puppy comment was a cheap shot and it wasn’t like Stiles could complain when he made it perfectly clear that he didn’t have feelings for you. “So is your problem actually with me? Because so far all you’ve done is talk about Isaac.” 

“I don’t- it’s both of you, alright?” Stiles let out a shaky breath and looked away. He took a second to run a hand down the side of his face before speaking again. “My problem is that I have feelings for you and you don’t even know I exist anymore.” 

No amount of accelerated werewolf reflexes could have prepared you for that. For a second, you were too surprised to respond. “You … have feelings for me? I thought you were in love with Lydia.” 

Stiles snorted. “Please, she kissed me once and it was terrible for both of us.” He shifted his weight awkwardly, unsure what to say while you adjusted to the information. “Besides,” he said in a much slower, much quieter voice, “it’s not like she’s you.”

“Isaac hates Star Wars,” you said quietly, staring at the bullseye in the middle of Stiles’ shirt instead of meeting his eyes.

“God, I hate that guy,” Stiles mumbled. He looked around the room awkwardly before landing on the tv in the corner. “You wanna, uh, watch something with me? I really don’t want to go back down there.”

You nodded without giving it any thought, looking up at Stiles and giving him the first real smile you’d had all night. “Yeah, I’d really like that.”

“Great!” Stiles gave a short laugh before slowing his breathing and looking at you so seriously that you thought your heart would stop. “Just, uh, one more thing?” he asked, voice quiet and delicate again. You started rambling, but the words fell away as soon as Stiles lifted his hands to either side of your face. The whole world slowed for a moment, coming almost to a complete stand-still when he pressed his lips against yours. “There,” Stiles said softly. “I’ve been thinking about that since freshman year.”

Despite all the anxiety racing through your system, or maybe because of it, you laughed. The sound of his heartbeat was deafening as you reached a hand up to the side of Stiles’ neck. Time slowed again as you leaned up on your toes, kissed him again, and realized that maybe this night was perfect after all.