#nah but fr thank you :^] i really appreciate it. more than you know!

[frienderbender]

WE LOVE YOUR ESSAYS FRIENDERBENER!,!!! WOWKSKAKOAOWOWOOOOO

and i love all of you!

[plutoccult]

LET THE LIGHT IN

pairing: jean kirstein x female reader

description: the aftermath of the moment you and jean shared the night before had proven to be more awkward than you wanted it to be, but now you were determined to say how you feel this time around. if only jean would stop avoiding you like the plague, then it would be a whole lot easier for you.

word count: 3.6k

read part one here

also available to read on my ao3 here

author’s note: i genuinely didn’t expect to get any notes when i posted three little words, and i honestly never thought of writing a continuation of it, so thank you to @spicytvna for suggesting it! you really got my brain cooking, and i’m very grateful! thank you for everyone you liked and reblogged it as well! it’s very much appreciated! i honestly struggled with the title as i didn’t want to use the same title just with “part two” on it, and since music is what flows my creativity, i decided to go with a song that i felt represented jean and the reader. shoutout to lana del rey for having a chokehold on me since middle school. you really are that bitch fr. sorry this took quite a bit to get to you guys, but i really wanted to make sure i was giving you all something great. enjoy!!!

neither you or jean could sleep after what happened that night. you were too in your head to finish writing to your father while jean was too embarrassed to say a word to connie about what happened. you were in the same boat the next morning when sasha tried asking if something happened between you two, but your erratic behavior scared her off, so she ran back to connie with no intel to report.

you couldn’t help but mentally beat yourself up over and over about the whole thing. why did you have to freeze up? why couldn’t you just… say how you feel? you knew you loved him, and you finally knew he loved you, but why couldn’t you help but be scared? you were always the kind of person who never wanted to say how you feel first, but when the chance came to where you could say it without rejection, you chicken out.

it replayed in your head on a loop. you got all worked up just by the very thought then would always curse yourself afterwards. you had to do something about it. you had to talk to jean. he had to know you felt the same way as he felt for you. there isn’t anything to be scared of anymore, or so you thought.

every time you saw jean, he always just so happened to be going in the opposite direction as you. whenever you tried to call out for him, he acted like he couldn’t hear you. it was easy to figure out he was ignoring you, and he was doing—in your opinion—quite an awful job at it.

it seemed as if he was just going to easily write off what happened and never speak to you again, but why? you wanted to ask why he can’t give you a chance to speak, but you had your chance the night he spilled his guts. you just weren’t able to spill yours. still, you were on a mission to talk to him someway, somehow. you would do whatever it takes.

as the days passed, you figured you had to find jean in a place where he couldn’t run. you hoped you could get some help from connie as sasha told you how connie (allegedly) said that he would love to finally make the pairing of you and jean happen and work something out. so, you prayed that sasha wasn’t lying to you and found the courage to knock on the door of jean and connie’s room, assuming jean would be somewhere else, continuing to avoid you.

like you expected, connie opened the door. he knew you would come to him, but he wasn’t expecting it not long after sasha relayed his message hardly an hour ago. “y/n!”

“hi. i hope i’m not intruding or anything.” you say politely. you’re almost tempted to peer your head to see if jean is hiding in the room somewhere, but you don’t want to ruin this.

“nah, i was just bumming.” connie assured you, which brought you some relief. “you’re here for jean, aren’t you?”

“isn’t it obvious?” you force a laugh. it was hard to act like you were okay with what happened when you nowhere near weren’t. you were sure jean probably brought your name to shame when he returned to his room that night, but things weren’t always what they seemed.

“um, hello? sash and i been waiting for one of you to stop being a wuss and confess for ages. we essentially knew jean would be the one to do it first, we just didn’t think… uh…” he struggled with his words towards the end. you know exactly what connie was going to say, so you said the words for him and let him off easy.

“that i wouldn’t be able to say it back?”

“yup, basically. but that’s okay, y/n. feelings are scary, i get that.” connie said. “that’s why i’m here to help you properly declare your feelings for jean, and i have the best way to do it.”

“you do?” you raised an eyebrow, feeling unsure about what his idea of the “best” is.

“yeah, i’m feeling like picking a bunch of flowers, maybe an impromptu musical number in front of everyone—” connie began to list what you thought were a bunch of terrible, terrible ideas. this is not what you expected when sasha said connie would help you. it was horrendous, and you had to put a stop to it.

“um, connie, i’m not sure that’s a good idea—” your words were interrupted by a familiar voice, one you could recognize without hesitation. you turn around quickly, it’s exactly who you hoped and prayed to see for days now. finally. “jean!”

jean froze in his tracks as you and connie fall silent and share a look. he’s at a loss for words, unsure how to get himself out of this situation, except for one idea; run.

you didn’t even have a second to think as connie did what you would’ve done for you aka run after him. you couldn’t even believe what was happening right now. all you wanted was a way to fix things with jean, and while he finally entered your presence once more, he bolted as quickly as he arrived. at least the sight of connie apprehending jean and snatching his room key was somewhat entertaining to watch.

“you’re coming with me, buddy!” connie yelled as he had his hold on jean, practically threatening to yank out his arm socket as he dragged him across the floor.

“no!” jean whined, fighting for his life. it was such a childish thing, you thought, hearing him act like this. they argued back and forth like bickering siblings until connie finally got jean back to their room door, and all you could do was stand and watch.

“why not?!”

“b-because!”

“that’s not a reason!”

“because i don’t want to!”

your eyes met connie’s as he threw jean into their room. he was one to be chaotic, but this seemed like a whole new level for you. “hey, y/n, remember that idea i had? well, i have an even better one.”

“what is it?” you ask nervously before connie pushed you into the room with jean, tripping backwards over jean’s leg and falling straight to your ass quicker than you could blink.

“neither of you are leaving until you talk your feelings out. later!” connie said then slammed the door in both of your faces, leaving the two of you speechless.

you quickly get to your feet and reach for the doorknob, realizing it won’t budge on bit. connie locked the door and was the only one with the key. that sneaky son of a bitch locked you two in a room without any escape. well, unless you wanted to jump out a window.

“oh… my… god…” you say to yourself, hoping for jean to say something to you, maybe propose a way on how to get out of here, but he didn’t say a word, he didn’t even dare to look you in the eye, and you couldn’t stand it.

“aren’t you going to say something?” your question comes out desperate. “this is torture, jean!”

“ha, you’re one to talk!” jean scoffed, taking you by surprise. you couldn’t help but wonder what changed his mind so drastically between a few nights ago and now. you know what you didn’t wasn’t the best, but you were trying to make it right, and he wasn’t giving you a chance whatsoever. it was, like you said, torture. perhaps the greatest torture of all, in fact.

“really? this is how you’re going to act?” you ask in disbelief.

“yes, y/n, it is because i’m so embarrassed that even just being in the same room as you makes me wanna rip my heart out.” he said harshly.

you’re left speechless by his words. you wanted to say he didn’t mean it, but you know he did. you embarrassed him. you toyed with his poor heart without meaning to. yes, you did love him, but it almost felt like you were being crucified just for being scared to say it out loud, and you refused to be crucified any longer. whether jean still had feelings for you or not, you couldn’t stand to live like this.

as you failed to respond, you snapped back to reality as you realize jean is trying to force the bedroom window open. you noticed the window earlier, but you seriously didn’t think he would jump to such extreme measures as you didn’t consider it for yourself. from this level, it wouldn’t be easy climbing out either.

“what the hell are you doing?” you question him.

“getting out of here.” jean replied coldly as he focused on opening the window, which he did successfully after a bit of brute force. you really couldn’t believe this.

“you’re gonna climb out a fucking window just to get away from me?” you ask with sadness in your voice. “where’s the jean kirstein that i loved so much?”

jean froze. loved? you knew what you meant when you said it, but jean’s mind raced a mile a minute as he tried figuring out what way you meant those words. it was something he never thought he’d hear, but it only made him wish he wasn’t an impatient little asshole who gave you no chance to say what you wanted to when you were ready for it.

he slowly turned around to meet your gaze, noticing your eyes beginning to well with tears. god, he felt so awful now. “what?”

“you wanna get out of here? i’ll get you out of here. i’m in love with you. i love you. i was too afraid to say it that night, but i’m not afraid to say it now.” you say without faltering, even if this was nowhere near how you wanted this to go. “clearly i messed it all up and you would rather die than breathe in my direction, so there. we said how we felt, now you can get what you want.”

getting out here wasn’t what he wanted. it was those goddamn three little words he craved more than he ever wished for freedom and luxury. that was what he wanted. he knew it all came out so angrily from your lips, but that part didn’t matter to him right now. you loved him. you loved jean kirstein. that alone could mend any bone that dared to break or wash away any bad thought in his brain. you weren’t the one that messed this up, it was him. it was time jean tried to make it right, but he was too late. timing had a thing for never being on either of your sides.

before jean could speak and make this all better, you knock on the door for connie’s attention. “connie? you can let us out now. all feelings have been made very, very clear.”

connie, who could hear everything from the other side of the door, did as you wished and set you free. you look at jean one last time before walking out, the look of teardrops streaming down your face bound to haunt him. he immediately stood up and went after you, grabbing you by the shoulder to stop you. you turn around and face him, wiping away your tears in an attempt to appear strong.

“y/n, i’m sorry.” jean said quickly. there was so much more he could say, but that seemed like the best start, if you gave him the chance to speak, although he knew he didn’t deserve it.

“no, it’s okay.” you insist. “we’re even now, i suppose.”

jean didn’t want to get “even”, but he felt like he had no choice but to watch you walk away. you didn’t mean to hurt each other like this, but you both made it seem so easy. even if the execution came out so simple, the effects were like needles prodding your hearts. you had to find a way to heal your broken hearts somehow.

when you walked back to your room, you found sasha on her way out, assuming she was going to sneak herself some a secret snack before dinnertime. she was shocked to find you coming back like this, and without either of you needing to say a word, she wrapped her arms around you and held you tightly. you melted into her embrace, letting out all the cries you held back from before.

“come on, you should lay down.” sasha said softly. “all that crying is gonna tire you out.”

“okay.” you sniffle. “thank you.”

•••

sasha always knew you so well. it was the best part of being roommates. you fell asleep not long after going into your shared room, and she left you be as she assumed you really needed it. come dinnertime, sasha gently nudged you awake as food was always important in her eyes.

“y/n, hey.” she whispered. “it’s time for dinner. you coming?”

you groan as you open and rub your eyes. dinnertime? you’d rather have loneliness as an appetizer and shame as the main course. you couldn’t face jean so soon. besides, you knew jean always sat with connie and sasha, so where would that leave you? you were better off alone right now. “no, i’d rather not.”

“are you sure? i think some food could heal those wounds.” sasha said, trying her best to convince you to come to the mess hall. you could sense some ulterior motives, one involving a certain horse-faced soldier, so you brushed her off and insisted on not tagging along.

“i just want some time alone, sasha.” you say, pulling your blanket closer to you.

sasha decided to let you off the hook, not wanting to press you too much, but she couldn’t help but worry about you a little. “okay. maybe get some fresh air, alright? for my sake?”

“yeah, okay, i will.” you agree, thinking you won’t really do so, but the thought makes you think it could be a good idea after all.

“good. now… food awaits me.” sasha said before swiftly existing the room, assuming she would run to dinner like her life depended on it. like any other day, her life quite literally did depend on it. for you, however, some alone time was what you needed, but maybe some fresh air will do you some good.

forcing yourself out of bed, you leave the room so you could head to your usual spot, one you’ve shared with friends before in the past, but for tonight, it was meant to be all yours. you always enjoyed sitting on a set of steps on nights like these, with the stars twinkling and moon shining as if it were just for you. the night breeze made you feel safe, like a sign that everything would be okay with time, but when?

unbeknownst to you, when sasha entered the mess hall, jean had expected you to walk in with her. he and connie asked where you were, and sasha—almost acting like your own personal cupid—informed the two about your whereabouts. jean knew this was his opportunity to turn this all around, or at the very least make it known how terrible he felt about the way he acted. but he couldn’t just do it with words, he had to show it too, and jean knew exactly where you could be right now.

funnily enough, the second you were getting ready to go back to your room and lay down for the rest of the night, you found jean standing many feet behind you with a tray of food in one hand and some flowers in the other. you froze in your tracks, shocked to see him here, but also unsure what was going to happen.

“i know sasha said you wanted to be alone, but i, um… thought you’d still be hungry.” he said shyly, a stark contrast compared to earlier.

“and the flowers?” you asked.

“i picked them myself. they’re, uh, apology flowers.” jean replied, handing the flowers to you, which you hesitantly accepted. they were your favorite, of course he knew which ones to pick out. “can i sit? please?”

“um, yeah, sure. i’ll take that food off your hands too.” you say. it was impossible to say no to food, but if jean was going to improve his past behavior, then it’s best you take this chance and hear him out.

you sit back down at the steps and jean followed. he handed you the tray of food, consisting of a potato and some bread, which was all he managed to sneak out successfully. you set the tray down next to you and picked apart at the bread, using it as an excuse to not speak just yet. you’d let him do the talking first.

“i really am sorry, y/n.” he started off with. “i was such an asshole to you. i should’ve been more patient and understanding.”

you quit eating your food and looked at him with a puzzled look on your face. “what? no, i should’ve been honest with you about how i felt. i hurt your feelings, jean.”

“and i hurt yours. like you said earlier, we’re even, right?” jean questioned with a shrug.

“i didn’t want to get even.” you frowned. “i would’ve done it all differently. i wouldn’t have made such a confession so angrily like that.”

and why shouldn’t you? shouldn’t you be able to do what you had planned before it all turned disastrous? jean was more than willing to let you. earlier wasn’t enough. he wanted to hear more on your feelings. yelling in his face how you’re in love with him like it pissed you off wasn’t what he initially wanted. he wanted to hear you say it with that soft voice only so few people hear. just for him and him alone.

“why not have a redo?” he proposed, which you thought was downright crazy. “say how you feel, y/n. in the way you wanted to say it.”

your cheeks were burning red. it seemed like such a good idea in your head until jean actually encouraged it. you were so complicated like that; preferring the thought rather than the actual thing. you had to get better with that, but you didn’t seem ready for that just yet. “wow, this bread really hits different today—”

“y/n.” jean cut you off.

“hey, what happened to being more patient and understanding?” you pouted.

“and what happened to being honest about how you feel?” he was right. why did he have to be right? you hated that so much, but you knew you shouldn’t.

“it’s just…” you sigh. “it feels safer staying a thought in my head rather than spoken out loud.”

even saying that out loud made you uncomfortable. you tried to shy away from jean, but he wouldn’t let you. you couldn’t let yourself shy away either.

“it’s okay, it’s just me. you know how i feel.” he tried to assure you, but you couldn’t help but feel a little unsure. it was that small part in the back of your head that wondered what if his feelings had changed within a matter of days. it was silly, but your mind loved to mess with you in such heinous ways.

“do i?”

“i love you, y/n. that hasn’t changed.” that was exactly what you needed to hear. you couldn’t be afraid of the rejection when he laid his heart out on the line for you once more. it was time you took this head first without fear. no hesitating, no freezing up, no stumbling with your words, none of it. you’re doing this.

“jean, i love you so much it scares the shit out of me.” you say with tears in your eyes. “you’re my best friend, ya know? i can’t lose you. i don’t want either of us to run away. it would kill me.”

jean began to feel himself starting to cry too. this was all he wanted in the greatest way possible, just you saying you loved him with true, genuine meaning. it was what he wished for in the first place, but it was well worth the wait. “i won’t run away. not from this, not from you.”

“i won’t either.” you reply.

“good.” he smiled softly. a gentle stroke of your hair by jean made you want to fold over instantly. he used his thumb to wipe away your tears, which made your heart want to melt.

“is this the part where you kiss me now?” you ask breathlessly.

“do you want me to?” jean asked, waiting for you to say yes.

“yes.” you hurriedly nod.

“that’s all you had to say.” he said before gently placing a kiss on your lips. you liked that he treated you so carefully, like a porcelain doll. you wrap your arms around him as the kiss made your head feel hazy. you both felt comfortable with the feeling.

when you parted away, jean found himself lost in your glowing eyes. your smile made his heart skip a beat and he couldn’t help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside. he’d be far more than willing to burn if it meant always staying close to you.

“so, how’s that bread—” he said to break the silence. a bad way to do it, you thought as you immediately laughed and shyly buried your head in his shoulder. he pulled himself away and lifted your chin so you’d face him, kissing you once more.

you and jean spent the rest of that night side by side, at some point finding yourselves laid out on the grass as you watched the stars, hoping to find constellations from the ground. you held each other close without wanting to let go, and neither of you intended to. now that those three little words were said, you wouldn’t dare shy away from the light.

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[crabonfire]

hi . twirls hair nervously . idk if you're still taking requests but it would be so Awesome to see how the mercs would react to their s/o being an artist, like they see em painting or smth . preferably amab if That's ok .. (ngl im mainly doing this for more scout stuff .) + I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM makes me kick my feet with joy

heyyyyy!! giggles like a schoolgirl

TOTALLY! I'm always down for requests, just as long as they aren't too specific / out of my comfort zone :)

also I'm so glad you like my stuff!!!! it makes me very happy that you do heheheheh :) I'm also an artist so I'd love to write this!

ps I love scout so I understand we need more scout stuff tbh!!!

Mercs reacting to an artistic S/O!

warnings: none!

characters: all mercs

note: reader is amab in this one, gender isn't specified much but just wanted to let u know :)

oke so the situaaation ‼️‼️

Merc had noticed that for some reason you would be in your room all day, before and after matches. He didn't really ask about it, because you still spoke to him a ton. One day though, he walks in on you...doing art??!?!?!?! Wow!!!!

♡Scout♡

• holy crap...are you PAINTING??? WITH BRUSH??? WUTH??? BRUSHHSHSH??? STROKE?? WHAT AM I SAYINF

• omg!

• without saying anything, he comes closer to see what your painting. he admires it for a moment, it's so...wow

"Woah, this is amazin'...you neva told me you could paint!"

"Well...yeah! I do paint. It's just a hobby to release some stress, you know?"

"A hobby??? I thought Picasso made this or somethin...this is so good!"

• Hes also pretty artistic himself! He draws a ton, so he's very excited to find out that your just like him fr!

• He will be so enamoured by your art, asking if he could see more and even ask if you could teach him. The way you so delicately work on the canvas with that glimmer of creativity in your eyes, he can't help but be head over heels by it.

"That painting is so cool babe, just like you."

"Man, what's up with you today? Your so corny."

He pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist making your hands rest against his chest.

"Yer so handsome too, you know? Even more than the painting."

"You dork. Your just egging me on."

"Nah, I really mean it. Your the real masterpiece here."

He peppers you with kisses making you giggle at the sensation. What a guy.

♡Soldier♡

• when he enters your room to find you sitting at your desk, he thinks your working at first.

• but when he steps closer to see your drawing, oh my lordie lord

"WOW! WHAT IS THIS CADET?"

"OHFUCK-solly you scared the living shit outta me- I'm uhh...drawing."

• he takes the paper and inspects it carefully, a grin on his face. wow! this is so cool S/O :)

"It's just a sketch, but I've been meaning to practice more on my anatomy."

"THIS IS AMAZING! YOU MUST SHOW IT TO EVERYONE."

"Ah, thanks but nah. I'm not finished with it...plus I think my art kinda sucks."

"WHAT? NO. THIS IS VERY GOOD! I LIKE HOW YOU DREW THE FACE, IT IS FULL OF EMOTION!"

"Huh...thank you Jane. I appreciate it."

• he watches you draw a lot, and gets so happy when he finds out you draw him. if you give him any of your art, he will frame it in his room and show it off like a trophy. he finds it so cool you draw, wow.

♡Pyro♡

•WOWOWOWOWOOWOWWAAAAWWWWWWOAOOAOAOAOAOOAW?!?!?!?!? WWOOWOWOWOWOWOWOOWOW SO COOOLLLL!?!??!?!!

• oh m gosh...u draw...like...like he does..??? OH MH GOOOOODSSSHHHHHHHSH

"mmmfhh mffhh mmhfhh mmmfhhd!!" (This is so cool!!"

"Oh thanks man! I appreciate it."

"Mmmh mmh mmhhhf mmhd mmh? mmhfh??" (Can I draw with you? Please??)

"Yeah! That'd be nice. I've always wanted to draw with someone."

" the happiest squeal that has ever come out of any man "

• you two draw together all the time, heck youll even collaborate on the same drawing and it always makes him so happy when you do. if you ever draw you two together, he will cherish it forever and just like soldier, frame it. Though he wouldn't show it off, he would wanna keep it to himself :)

♡Demo♡

• hold up wait a minute

• you paint? oh my god you paint?? you...you paint???!?!?!?!??!??!?!?!?!?!!??!

• he's very surprised and very proud, he's like "HELL YEAH MY BOYFRIEND PAINTS LETS GOOOOOO!!"

• "Lad, you did this?"

"Oh-pff yeah. I don't paint as much as I used to but it's fun to do."

"This is amazing. Your so amazing, why haven't ye told me ye painted?"

"I didn't really think it was a big deal, nobody really knows."

"Big deal? This is gorgeous. You should show off some more."

"Hahdhfh thank you."

• talks about it a lot, practically shows you off like a medal when the topic is even related to it. He loves watching you paint and will even ask if you can paint him so that he can keep it and show it to his mother. He's so supportive of it and buys you the best art supplies, encouraging you to paint more. he's so proud of u omg.

♡Heavy♡

• when he finds you drawing he's very interested! he doesn't ask much about it, but watches you sketch. how you lightly press onto the paper when you want a soft feel to it, and when you press rougher for a thicker line, it fascinates him how you can be so talented.

When your done, he'll ask about it.

"May I see?"

"Oh, of course!"

He inspects the drawing, admiring how well you cleaned the linear and how well the shading blends in. He smiles softly

"This is beautiful. You are very talented."

"Aw-thats sweet, thanks babe."

"Da. Do you have any other drawings?"

"Oh totally! Wait lemme get my sketchbook."

• he let's you ramble on each piece, listening intently as he carefully flips the pages over. he's so amazed by it all, even asking if he can keep some of them.

• if he ever finds out you drew him, he will be so so soooo happy! he will have a very big smile and give you a big big hug. he will keep it secure, and tell his family about it. even giving some pictures of your art to show them in letters. he's very into your art, please draw for him more.

♡Engie♡

• woah, you draw? that's so cool.

• he's very happy, he draws himself but it's mostly blue prints for his machines. your art is so sick! my guy this is like...the shit that belongs in like...a fuckin museum. so...so cool

"Darlin'...this is amazing! Did you draw this?"

"Oh yeah, I draw when I got the time to."

"I had no idea, this is wonderful. Whyd ya never tell me?"

"Oh, I thought it wouldn't be interesting."

"Sweetheart this is too good to not be talked about, its an amazing talent and I guarentee I'd love to hear about it."

"Aww, Dell..."

• show him your art please. he loves to just admire your stuff, inspecting every single like and so appreciative of how much time you put into each drawing. even if it's a small doodle or an unfinished piece, he will cherish it and motivate you to do more.

• draw for him? actually freaks out. Will keep a special folders full of all the drawings you give him, keep it in the special safe he made just for stuff you give him. draw any of his machines? bro will actually smooch you so hard man...pucker up LMAOOOO

♡Medic♡

• fascinating!

• he watches your painting, your quite focused on the strokes and he finds it very cool. he doesn't say anything, just watches you. it feels a bit awkward but he's honestly just really into it.

"Zhis is wonderful! Jou should sell zhem. I bet zhey would be bought by anyone who saw zhem."

"That's sweet Medic, but I don't think I'm that good."

"NONSENSE! Jou are an excellent painter, I am delighted to know jou have talent in such fine arts. Zhis is not a small thing, mein liebe."

"Haha, thank you Ludwig."

• he will ask if you can paint for him, not forcing or anything but he is obsessed with your style. if you ever paint him something, anything at all, it will be in somewhere safe, probably his room. By his desk, so he can look at it while he works.

he thinks it's awesome you can paint, will ramble to heavy about it.

♡Sniper♡

• WOAHHHHH BUDDY YOU DRAW???@??!?!?@?@!?!?!?!?!?!? that's so fucking cool!!! Holy smokes

• he will be amazed, how did he end up with someone as hot and talented as you? My GUYYYYYYY he's even more in love with you than before which he thought wasn't possible.

"Roo...this is...amazing. I didn't know you could draw."

"Well-yeah! I just do it in my spare time."

He sits by you and continues to watch you draw, he likes the expressions you mimic when your drawing it on the paper. he thinks it's adorable.

if you ever draw him or for him, he will be a bit flustered.

"For...for me?"

"Yeah! I know it's sorta random but I really wanted to draw you something. Sorry if this is uh...weird and stuff."

"NO! no no, it's...its amazing. Thank you love."

He will be so red and so honored, he will have a bunch of your drawings lying around in the camper, one pinned to the wall of the van for him to look at. He keeps a doodle you made of the both of you in his pocket and looks at it whenever he misses you. He loves you soo much ughhhshhdfhfhf SNIPER MY BELOVEDDDD

♡Spy♡

• mf

• just when he thought he couldn't adore you even more than he already has, and you decide to be incredibly cool and awesome by your art

• you fucking DRAWWWW???? OH MH GODDD

He sneaked into your room to surprise you but he's the one surprised to find you drawing him. He stands by you as you smile at the finished product. Dammit you fucking KILLED HIM

the smile you have on your face at the drawing you made of him is actually fucking murderous it's so fucking cute he's going into cardiac arrest

he reveals himself, leaning into the table and taking a look at your drawing.

"HOLYSHIT- SPY WHAT THE HELL."

"Ma cher, this is wonderful. I never knew you had such a talent."

"OH-uh yeah! I draw...but also my fucking god dude your gonna kill me one day."

"I apologise, I merely wanted to surprise you. But it seems you have surprised me with your artwork. Do you draw me often?"

"I...uh...well-i mean-"

He finds it sweet you drew him, watching you get nervous and tounge tied. He will stop the teasing though, to admire your artwork. he's so...ighdhdhfhf why do you do this to him he's literally freaking out internally rn

like bro might be all cheeky and sly abt it but he's so...he's so jsjjf..HEHSHSHDHD... the urge to kiss you is strong

• he will buy you the best art supplies. after all, you deserve only as such. he will actually frame every single drawing you give him. I'm serious like they're gold plated, some are in his smoking room for him to admire and some are in his room to wake up to. bro is so INTO YOUUUU UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH stop it!! stop being so fucking cool!

I hope u enjoyed this! Sorry if its shorter than my usual ones, but yea!!!!!

[robotpussy]

I have a blood boiling, eye popping, joint cracking hatred for stranger things and it’s based in such pettiness I’m sure you’ll appreciate it.

( I’d like to start off by saying yeah I watched it so nobody complains about me not giving it a chance. )

I struggled to watch it because of the flashing light sequences (I’m photosensitive) and when I said that online I was bombarded by a bunch of angry teens saying that it’s their hyperfixation and me saying it’s inaccessible is ableist. This was around when it first came out so that initially left a bad feeling.

As the seasons continued to progress, my hatred for the show grew more and more, the child actors, all the shipping, the thirsting over racist mullet man, the awful script in general. I did not understand why people became so obsessed with the show.

Nowadays I’ll block anyone who follows me who posts stranger things related content (especially that curly haired fr*ak, you know who I’m talking about) and it makes me irrationally angry to even see the actor.

I hate stranger things!! I truly hope this next part that is coming out makes that little gay boy cry and all his friends get eaten by the dungeons and dragons Voldemort dude and everyone gets upset bc they don’t get a happy ending. I want the show to end miserably with bad writing and even worse acting than the previous season.

Thanks for listening xx

PLEASE ME TOO i hate stranger things with a passion both the show, the writers/creators for treating it like some self-insert, the filming on a concentration camp/tattoo thing the fans were doing and the way people behave when it comes to those kids acting in the show.

I couldnt even get past the first episode you are so strong for getting through the seasons esp with all those flashing light sequences. and people act like stranger things is soo good when it seems like it didnt do ANYTHING different to any other sci fi movie made in the 80s would have been.

I hate that new stranger things guy the one who likes Metallica, Eddie or whatever his name is and he is not.... as cute as every one is saying people are doing too much with that guy and all the other dudes on that show really

and dont let me started on how WEIRD people and the media are abt those kids, i saw a tik tok where 3 grown white women were hating on millie bobby brown and its like.... what did this girl do but come in to netflix, do her job and be a kid? they were like "i had a feeling she was a bitch" and one of them was like "shes smoking hot tho" and the other was like "isn't she like 12 tho?" and the other came in to say "nah she just turned 18" like omfg? theyre hating on this little girl like why are you competing with a kid? and calling her hot when you assumed she was like 12?

and the countless other adults who were shipping and calling those kids hot as soon as they turned 18 like there are so many predators around us its unbelievable.

and i hear the fandom is being racist towards caleb on tik tok, its all too much there is so much to hate about this show.

that era in 2017 when the IT remake and stranger things were around were HORRENDOUS. and the kate bush thing. i wish they never made stranger things

[obsessedwithpedritoofc]

Hɪs Wɪɴᴅᴏᴡ (Jᴏᴇʟ Mɪʟʟᴇʀ)

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Joel Miller × Male Reader.

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 5,8 k.

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: After saving Ellie, Joel and Ellie went back to Jackson. They established themselves pretty quickly, they even got themselves some friends —you in between them. Or maybe something more than just friends...

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 10ish age gap (i guess?), fluff, mentions of dead, mentions of killing, mentions of blood, shots being fired, awkward "flirting", swearing, violence, no physical descriptions of reader, no use of Y/N. (lmk if i missed any).

𝔸/ℕ: heres the second part! im fucking loving this fr. wait for the third part, its even better. enjoy <3

𝕡𝕥 𝕚: 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕨

𝕡𝕥 𝕚𝕚: 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕨

𝕡𝕥 𝕚𝕚𝕚: 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕨

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

He woke up to a knock on his door. An insistent but soft knock. He smiled at that, having grown used to it and the person responsible for it.

He got up as quickly as his knees allowed him to. He hated to admit it, but he was starting to accept that he wasn't the same young man he used to be, and his quite old body was aching like one. He opened the door as soon as he got up, already knowing who it was.

"Mornin' ", you said with a wide smile. He immediately smiled back, your happiness being contagious for him.

"Mornin' there", he greeted back. "Wanna come in?".

"Nah, 's okay. Jus' came to check on ya before goin' on our patrol. Didn't see you at the canteen and figured you'd overslept. Sorry if I woke you up, by the way".

"No worries. Had to eat somethin' anyway if we're goin' out", he headed inside and put on his jacket. "Thanks for comin', appreciate ya worryin' 'bout me", he walked out of the house. You weren't as fast as you intended and instead of moving away to leave him space, you stood still there for a moment too long. You tried to make it fast so he wouldn't notice. But he did, though he didn't say a word. "So", he continued pretending nothing had happened, "where're we goin' today?".

You started walking towards the canteen.

"Maria said somethin' 'bout a couple cabins some other group spotted yesterday. Somewhere north, I think. She wants us to go 'n check it out", you answered.

"Who we goin' with?".

"She mentioned Tommy, but also mentioned him stayin' here taking care of her", you looked at Joel with a knowing smile. "So we probably won't see him with us".

Joel chuckled.

"That bastard", he mumbled. "Really hope he'll catch a cold when he takes his damn clothes off".

Now you chuckled.

"Nah. I doubt they'll be up to much. Maria's gonna give birth in some months, Tommy's gotta watch after her", you walked inside the canteen before him.

"Hope you're right", you both laughed again.

Joel stepped in the canteen before you. You found Ellie eating with one of her friends and Joel passed by to tell her good morning, then went to grab his food.

"Gonna go on patrol with him in a while", he talked back to Ellie after grabbing his breakfast. "Be safe. And nice".

"Yeah, yeah. Have fun you two", was her only answer. As you walked away, you heard her whispering something about how Joel was being so overprotective lately. You also heard Joel scoff and mumble some curse towards the girl. That made you laugh.

You left the canteen once Joel was done with his breakfast. You said your last goodbyes to Ellie and headed off to your houses to grab the last supplies you needed.

Tommy was fixing one of the horse's saddles when you arrived to the stables. He gave you both an apologetic look and wished you good luck.

"Sorry I ain't coming with ya", he said as you mounted your horses.

"No worries, lil' brother", Joel winked at him. "Take care of your girl".

With a last wave of your hand toward Tommy, you headed off to the north with both of your horses. The two of you were silent for the most part of the way, like usually. Joel wasn't much of a talker and he understood you weren't either. At least he enjoyed every time you shared a conversation. You were probably the nicest guy he had found since breakout. What he didn't understand was how you had managed to stay so happy —if it could be called that— in a world like this. But then again, Tommy was pretty much the same, despite everything he had been through. Whatever it was that got to keep your mind together, he liked that you were good to him and everyone around you. Maybe that's what drove him to want to spend more time with you.

"Hey", your voice took him out if his train of thought. "Y'hear that?".

He shook his head no.

"Infected", you took your knife out. Joel tilted his head the other way. This time, he could hear the infected. He looked at you and nodded, taking out his own knife.

You got off the horses and walked carefully to where the sound was coming from. You were as silent as you could, praying that the sound of cracking snow under your boots wouldn't alert the infected too much. And of course praying that there weren't any clickers.

You walked around the mountainous corner and saw a group of runners, bent over their stomaches, crying. You gestured Joel to make him know there weren't any clickers, luckily for you both. Approaching very slowly, you took down all the infected standing in your way and went back to the horses to continue your way.

Right after trotting down the path, you saw the cabins Maria had told you about. It almost looked like a small village. Joel sighed, knowing it would take you both a few hours to search them all down. He tried to see the good side of it —it meant spending more time with you.

"Should we split?", your question took him back to reality, making him realize you were already down in the village.

"Let's stay together, in case we find somethin' outta place".

You nodded.

The horses stayed outside, tied to some fences, as you started registering the cabins. Only the first one took you around half an hour. They weren't big, but you could see they hadn't been touched in years. Everything was covered in dust and spiderwebs. You found ammunition, some short-range guns and food that would probably be wasted already, but perhaps Maria would give them some use anyway. You also got some bottles of wine, but you'd keep that to yourselves.

After a couple hours, you had already searched half of the cabins down. You had spent most of time talking about your lives before breakout, like you usually did, and you stayed silent every timr you had to walk inside a new cabin, just in case there were infected inside. Fortunately, you found none of them and you could enjoy your time together.

"You still with me?", your voice took him back to the real world. Again.

"Yeah, sorry. Jus' thinkin' ".

"Fascinating. Joel Miller thinkin' ", you laughed at him. "Got you a present", you threw him a pair of boots. "Think they'll suit you?".

Joel inspected the boots. The leather seemed almost new and they were much better than the ones he had, which were all torn, the soles barely keeping holding onto the rest with some tape. He took off one of his boots and tried on the other one you had given him.

"Fits like a glove", he smiled at you. "Thanks".

"Figured you'd need 'em, judgin' the looks of those", you pointed to the old boot he still had on. "Try to take better care of 'em".

"I'll try", Joel chuckled, putting on the other boot. He put his old ones inside his backpack and continued to search down the cabin.

A while after, you arrived to the last cabin. This time you heard noise inside. Joel looked at you as you have him worried eyes. You then nodded, then started walking around the cabin, looking for a safer entry than the front door.

You made a sign with your head towards him to point to a closed window. He gave you a boost so you could open it, then you gestured back to the front door, communicating him you'd open it for him. As soon as Joel was inside, you started searching down the cabin with all your senses in alert. Though, this time you decided it would actually be a better idea if you split up. A couple infected couldn't be much trouble, right? Plus, if there were many of them, you would've already had trouble with them. Joel was the one to find where they were.

He reached the door to a room he couldn't see. He was able to hear them crying and clicking at the other side of the door with his good ear. He grabbed his knife and took a step back.

"Hey", he called out to you. What he wasn't expecting was the door to suddenly break open with a horde of infected —runners and clickers— jumping over him. It kinda made sense, right? The wood was all rotten and quite old, it had to give up at some point.

You were quick to run to where Joel was being attacked as soon as you heard the infected's screaming. He managed to take down the ones closer to him while you got rid of the rest in an attempt to get to help him as quickly as possible. You prayed that it wasn't too late when you finally killed the last one on top of him. You pushed the body to a side and immediately helped Joel up.

"You okay?", your voice sounded desperate and shaky.

"I think so", he breathed out.

"Did any of 'em bite you?", you searched his body for any signs of infection, your hands shaking as well.

"No—".

"You sure?".

He grabbed your hands and pulled you in front of him, staring into your eyes with his eyebrows slightly up.

"I'm okay", he said with a voice way more calmed than yours. "I'm not bitten. Are you?".

You thought about your response for a second too long, too busy admiring his beautiful face and how close it was to yours. If only you reached out a little, just a little peck...

"No", you mumbled after a little while.

Joel didn't say anything. He was also a bit busy scanning your features that he almost didn't hear your answer. When he looked back in your eyes and realized you were looking at him as well, he pulled away, mostly out of pure instinct.

"Good", he cleared his throat and dusted off his clothes. "We should finish registerin' this".

"Yeah", you nod and walk away. "I'll go check on the horses".

"Right", Joel answered without even thinking.

As soon as you walked out of the cabin, he released the breath he didn't know he was holding in. He looked around, taking in the view of the old furniture, since he hadn't had the time due to the sudden attack of the infected, now dead and laying on the floor.

He tried to get the thought of you being so close to him out of his head. He tried to occupy his mind with the task of searching down the cabin instead, but it was vain. Still, he was able to calm down the rising adrenaline in his bloodstream and finish registering the place before joining you back outside.

"Found somethin' interestin'?", you asked, trying to keep it cool.

"Jus' some more wasted food n' ammo. Not too interestin' but useful".

"Good", you nodded. "Let's get back, then. 'S gotten pretty late".

"Yeah".

Joel mounted his horse and waited for you to get on yours before heading off and back to Jackson. Both of you were silent all the way back, trying to keep the awkwardness away. It didn't quite work, but it did keet you from talking about how weird that moment had been, which you thanked.

Back at Jackson, you left the horses and went to Maria so you could report what you had seen and give her what you had found. She thanked you both for the job and for risking your lives, then let you go home. Joel accompanied you to your place before going back to his, even if it meant spending another while immersed in an uncomfortable silence. Despite the whole situation, he wanted to make sure you got home safe, even though you were somewhat out of danger. You thanked him for it before he walked away. And, like every day, you stood watching him through your window until he was out of your sight.

Joel went straight to his house, too. He told himself he'd go see Ellie later, at dinner maybe. His top priority by the moment was to take a hot shower and try to forget what happened back at the cabin village. But no matter how much he tried to distract himself from thinking about that, you were just too damn present. And the memory of you being so close to him, how he could almost feel your cold breath on his face, how he could just step an inch closer and he'd be kissing you—

"Joel?", a voice and insistent knocking outside his door pulled him out of his thoughts and back to the real world. It took him a moment to remember where he was and recognize that voice.

"Comin' ", he walked to the door. He smiled very lightly when he saw Ellie in front of him.

"Heya, old man", she smiled as well. Joel stepped aside to let her in, then closed the door.

"How's it goin'?".

"That's what I should be asking you", Ellie protested. "You didn't come tell me you were back".

"I know, sorry", he sat on his couch, next to the girl. "Who told ya?".

"Maria. Had to go and ask her myself", she scanned his expression. "Did something happen?".

"Why?".

"You got that face. Y'know, grumpier than usual, and almost look like you've seen a ghost", she crossed her arms. "What happened?".

"Jus' some infected at last minute, didn't expect 'em n' got spooked for a moment".

Ellie scoffed.

"Spooked?", she laughed. "You're fucking with me", she looked into his eyes. "Y'know when you say you can tell when something's off with me? It works all the way around, old man. I can read your mind...", she said the last sentence with her spooky tone. Now Joel scoffed.

"Sure", he got up. "I'm tellin' ya, nothin's wrong".

Ellie hummed.

"If you don't wanna talk about it, it's fine. But you can't try to make me think it's alright when it's not", she got up as well. "Dinner time's coming. Gonna spend the night with Cat, in case you don't see me around", she walked towards the door.

"Right", he opened the door for her. "Careful. And don't do stupid things".

"Fifteen years old, you little shit", she chuckled. "We'll be fine", once outside, she turned to Joel one last time. "See ya".

"See ya".

As soon as the door was closed again, he let out a heavy sigh. Maybe Ellie was right. He was overthinking, letting the situation take over his actions. Perhaps it was time for him to begin accepting that he wasn't the same grumpy, cold hearted old man he used to be before meeting the girl. And now you, too, were turning his heart into mush.

The sound of other people walking and chattering outside his house took him back to reality once more. Dinner time. He then remembered he was supposed to go to your place and accompany you to the canteen like every night. He sighed again and took his jacket before walking outside, praying it all wouldn't be half as uncomfortable as it had been a few hours ago.

He knocked softly on your door. A thousand thoughts crossed his mind when he heard your "Comin'!" from inside the house, one of them being you without clothes having come straight out of the shower, his knocking startling you and making you hurry up to meet him at your door. Damn, what was wrong with him? He didn't have thoughts like this, at least hadn't ever since he lost Tess. But this wasn't her. It was you, his friend, who he had met just a few months ago, someone who Joel wasn't supposed to feel something for.

"Hey", you came out of the house and quickly closed the door. Joel immediately stepped back to give you space. Your chest started to hurt as you felt the awkwardness of the situation returning.

"Hey", he answered. "Did I interrupt somethin'? Someone in there with ya?", he smiled, but not too deep inside him he was praying you'd say no.

"No! 'Course not, who d'you think I am?", you laughed. Joel laughed as well, hoping it was true. What he didn't know is that you were trying your hardest to make him believe you, really believe you, but without sounding desperate or anything. Because you weren't.

"Ready for dinner?".

"Sure", you put on your jacket. "You feelin' better?".

"Define better", he chuckled.

"Well, y'know, compared to how you were after bein' attacked by a horde of infected...".

"Oh yeah. Yeah, I'm good... Doin' good...", he trailed off. "You?".

"Good", you nodded.

The rest of the walk to the canteen was silent, and awkward. Both of you wanted to do something about it. But before you realized you were already done eating. You didn't spot Ellie before leaving the canteen, but Joel told you about her spending the night with one of her friends and that you'd probably see her next day. So he accompanied you home, again in silence. 

You encountered Tommy halfway to your house. Joel stopped him and ran up to him.

"You have a moment?", he said to his brother in a whisper, so you couldn't hear. Tommy looked at him in confusion, but he nodded. Joel turned to you. "You think you can walk home on your own?".

"Sure", you chuckled nervously. "What you guys plannin', huh?".

"No evil plans, promise", Joel laughed back. "I'll see ya tomorrow. G'night".

"Night", you smiled at Joel. "Night, Tommy", you nodded in his direction.

"Night".

You turned around and walked to your house. Somehow, the fact that Joel had run to Tommy like that and then disappeared with him made you think he didn't want to walk home with you. Shit, maybe you did fuck up back at the village. Now Joel would be all uncomfortable around you for... ever, probably. 

As soon as you got home, you jumped on the bed and screamed against the pillow for being so stupid. Though in the midst of all your grief, you had the hope Joel would forget about it after sleeping, and everything would be better the next day.

But Joel didn't sleep that night.

"The fuck's wrong with me, Tommy?", Joel spoke almost to himself.

"Hold your horses, big brother", Tommy closed the door behind him. "From the beginnin', what happened?".

Joel sighed.

"It was today", his voice was trembling, even though he was trying his best to keep it normal. "He and I were searchin' one of the cabins down and–", he was forced to stop and take a breath. "I got attacked n' he saved me", he sighed again. "Fuckin' infected", he mumbled under his breath.

"Alright. And?".

"And then he was so worried about me, thought I had been bitten or somethin'... He looked so... He was so close...".

"Joel, you do realize you're sayin' nothin' at all?", Tommy sat beside him. Joel sighed once more, this time more shakily.

"He... He stood there in front of me... and he was so close I could almost...", he let out a nervous chuckle. "Fuck me, I don't know why the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout this with ya".

Tommy looked at his brother in total confusion, then his eyes opened wide as realization hit him.

"No way", he held onto the armrest of his couch. "Joel, you're–".

"Jesus fuckin' Christ, Tommy. You really have to say it out loud?", Joel covered his face and sighed heavily. "I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do...", he groaned to himself.

Tommy took a moment to think.

"You like him, don't ya?", he say in the softest way he could. Joel nodded.

"He's the first friend I've had since Tess. Since... forever", he took a deep breath. "What do I do, Tommy?".

Tommy thought again before answering his brother. And he hoped you wouldn't kill him.

"You don't be that afraid, big brother", he put a hand on Joel's shoulder. "He likes ya, too".

Joel looked at him with even more confusion than his brother before. How could he know? How could he be so sure about about it? Was it so obvious to his brother and so oblivious to him? Maybe he was turning blind with age as well.

"I'm not s'posed to say this, but he talked to me some months ago, back when you first arrived in town", Tommy sighed. "He said he liked ya even before breakout. He ever told you we were neighbors?", he chuckled.

Joel stayed static for a while, trying to process everything his brother had just said. You liked him. You actually liked him! An old, deaf, slow man like him. Damn, that was probably the best day he'd had in more than twenty years. He didn't even know how to react. Should he approach you? Maybe you wouldn't want him in that way after these months, but then why had you gone and talk to him when he got back? Maybe you did like him when you first talked that day, but you didn't see him respond after that and so you stopped liking him.

"Hell, he did", was his answer to his brother's question. He almost pulled it off automatically while he kept overthinking it all. "What do I do?", he said almost in a whisper. He was so ashamed that this was happening to him for the first time in decades and he didn't know what to do.

"First of all, don't ya go n' overthink that shit all night", Tommy said, seeming to be reading his mind. "Ellie knows 'bout this stuff, right? Why don't ya ask her?".

Joel thought about it for a moment. It wasn't a really bad idea, but it was Ellie. It was more of a matter of pride than anything else. Ellie would make fun at him and she'd be reminding him of the day he needed her help for the rest of his life. And even worse: it was a romantic urgency. If there was anything more embarrassing for him than to be half-deaf it was this kind of stuff.

"I don't know about that—".

"Shut the fuck up, put your pride aside n' ask her!", Tommy talked as if he was reading Joel's mind again. "The worst that could happen is that your big boy ego gets hurt. Honestly, if I were you I would already be walkin' outta here n' to Ellie's".

Joel stayed silent for a while again, weighing his options.

"Y'know what? Maybe you're right", he got up. "Gonna go talk to Ellie".

"That's my big bro!", Tommy palmed his back. "Growin' a pair like a big boy, you tell 'em!".

"A'right, now you're gettin' way too excited", Joel hit his brother's shoulder a little more aggressively in response. "Say hi to that wife o' yours from me", he walked to the door.

"Will do", Tommy went up to him and gave him a last good luck before closing the door after him.

Joel wasted no time and walked straight to Ellie's place. He was aware of her spending the night with her friend, but he still hoped to find her there, since his situation was of great urge.

He knocked on the door right before thinking about it all again. Maybe it was a stupid idea, a really bad one. Yeah, Ellie would spend the rest of his days left making fun of him—

"The fuck do you—", Ellie stopped herself when he saw who it was. "Oh hey", she corrected herself immediately after. "You okay? It's like midnight already".

"I should say the same thing to ya. You're goin' on your first patrol day tomorrow mornin' ", Joel tried to look angry.

"You're not here to tell me that, are you?", she smirked. Joel sighed.

"Damn, 'course not, but still—".

"Stop shittin' me, it's too late", she crossed her arms. "What d'you want?".

"I...", he sighed in exasperation. "We need to talk".

"Now?".

"Better be now".

Ellie sighed as well. Joel heard her talking with who he assumed was her friend before grabbing a jacket and closing the door.

"Alright, what is it?", she put on her jacket.

"I'll try to make it fast", he put his hands on his hips. "Remember that guy I usually go on patrol with?".

"Uhum...".

"I like him", he spit it out like it hurt him to say that. Ellie smirked once more.

"You finally realized, good job!", she said with a mocking tone.

"How do I ask him out?", Joel panicked. On the other hand, the kid seemed to be enjoying the situation.

"Forward, I like it", she swallowed and thought for a moment, crossing her arms. "How 'bout you invite him to a drink at your place of something? You have any stuff like that?".

He thought of all the bottles of wine you had found that day on your patrol. Good thing you decided to keep them to yourselves.

"Yeah", he breathed out. Why did it all seem like a perfectly planned heist? "What do I say to him?".

"I don't know...", Ellie stopped to think again. "Try telling him how you feel, but subtly. Think you can do that?".

"How the fuck do I tell him how I feel, subtly?", he used a stupid voice to imitate the girl.

"Looks, old man. It's all in the body language. The more you're babblin' over him, the more he'll see you're into him".

"Goddammit, this is so stupid...", he laughed in disbelief and pinched the bridge of his nose at the girl's words. She just shrugged.

"It works for me", she put a hand on Joel's shoulder. "Don't worry. If he likes you back, you won't have any trouble with anything".

Joel took a deep breath. She was right and he hated to admit it. The whole situation was so ridiculous to him that he felt older than he already did.

"Fine", he shifted weight from one leg to another. "Guess I'll have to try".

"That's the spirit!", Ellie hit his shoulder. "Glad I could help".

"Yeah, thanks", he scanned her upside down. "Get some sleep. You're comin' with us tomorrow".

"What?!".

"Yeah. And not a word 'bout this all or guitar lessons are over".

"Dammit, Joel", she turned around and got inside the house, shutting the door as soon as she was in.

"Thanks!", Joel shouted one last time.

You woke up to a knock on your door. An insistent, firm knock. You searched inside your memories to try and identify the person responsible for it.

He got up as quickly as your body allowed you to. Your body was still heavy from what happened last day, so you couldn't get up as fast as you usually did. You opened the door, the person behind it confusing and surprising you, making you weak at the knees.

"Joel", you smiled and tried to keep it cool, like usual. "Mornin' ", you let out a nervous giggle. The winter morning cold suddenly pierced your body and gave you chills. "Shit, wanna come in? S'cold out there".

"Nah, 's okay", he smiled back, but only for a brief moment. "Jus' wanted to tell you Ellie's comin' on patrol today".

"With us?".

Joel nodded.

"First day she's gotta stick with her old man, huh?", you put on your jacket.

"Yeah", Joel didn't react to your comment the way you expected, which made you suspect something was wrong. "I ate already, so you can go eat on your own. I'll go tell Ellie the basics for patrolling. Meet you later at the stables?".

Okay, he didn't wait to have breakfast with you. Something was definitely wrong.

"You got it", you forced a smile

"Good", he did, too. "See ya later", he walked away, not giving you time to even say goodbye back.

You spend the walk to the canteen and your breakfast time trying to find the reason why Joel was acting like that first thing in the morning. Maybe that was just his morning mood but you had never seen it because he was trying to be nice. Or maybe it all continued to be uncomfortable after last day's events. Or maybe you just didn't know him enough and that was just how he usually was.

Or maybe...

He had disappeared from your side when he went talk to Tommy that last night, and casually after that he starts acting weird. Could it be...? No, Tommy was your friend, he wouldn't do that to you. Or so you hoped.

You met Joel and Ellie at the stables like he said you all would. The girl greeted you with a single "Hi there", and then smirked at you as if she was planning something. You didn't give it much importance, tough.

"Ready?", Joel talked to you. You nodded. He then turned to Ellie. "You stay close to us at every moment. What do I always say?".

"What you say goes", she answered monotonously, as if she was used to saying that to Joel every single day. 

"Good. And if I tell you to stay with him", he pointed at you; "what he says goes".

"Sure".

She mounted the horse right after Joel, sitting behind him. You hoped on your own horse and followed after them when they exited the stables and the town.

You followed the path you had gone through the previous day, though this time you skipped the village —telling Ellie a summary about what had happened and what you had found that other day— and kept going north. This time, you didn't find any interesting thing and just stayed on the horses as you cleaned the area of any infected —though there were none of them. 

You went back to Jackson with empty hands, and especially you came back feeling sick as hell. Joel had been dozed off all the time, looking as if he was trying to avoid you. He barely even talked to you —he saved his voice for Ellie, only stopping to explain and show her how to do something. All that —added to the previous day's awkward events— made things clear for you: Joel didn't like you back, and Tommy had something to do with it all.

As soon as the three of you were back in Jackson and in your respective houses, you went straight to Tommy's and knocked on his door as roughly as you could.

"Comin'!", he shouted angrily from the other side. "Goddamn kids can't knock nice n'—", he opened the door. Before he could keep talking, you grabbed him by the neck of his jacket and pinned him to the wall.

"The fuck did you tell Joel?!", you spat on his face.

"Hey, calm down!", he threw his hands up. 

"Why did you do it?! You piece of shit, I'm gonna fuckin'—".

"What the fuck!", Maria yelled from inside the house. You looked at her for a moment before letting go of Tommy. "What's wrong with you?!", she approached Tommy. "You good?".

"Yeah, I'm fine", he looked at you. "I told him what he needed to know".

"What 'bout what I needed him to not know?", you started walking towards him again. "You're fuckin'—".

"Don't you dare give one more step", Maria stood between you two.

You looked at her, then at Tommy. Your chest hurt and your knees were weak. Suddenly, your whole body started feeling even sicker.

"Don't fuckin' talk to me, ever again", you spat to Tommy once last time before turning around and going back to your house.

You spent the entire afternoon curled up in your bed, pressing your hands against your stomach to try and ease the pain and nausea, not even getting up to have dinner at the canteen. You hated yourself for being so stupid to even allow you to have feelings for a man that didn't want you back, and for having told someone —no matter how good of a friend he was— about those feelings. Not even after breakout had you been more fucked up than right now.

A knock on your door scared you, making you jump a little from your position.

"Not feeling' good", you shouted as loud as you could.

"It's me!", you recognized Joel's voice outside your door. You immediately got up and went open it for him.

"Hey", you mumbled.

"Ya good?", he scanned you upside down. "You didn't come have dinner".

"I know, sorry. Wasn't feelin' like eatin', my stomach hurts".

"Want me to go ask Maria for some pills or—".

"No, don't worry, I'm fine", you leaned on your doorframe. "D'you want anythin'?".

"Actually, I wanted to ask ya... Remember all that wine we found yesterday?".

You nodded.

"Well, uh... I was thinkin'... It can't go to waste more than it already is, and since we wanted to keep it a secret between us... How 'bout we drink a little?", he crossed his arms, then uncrossed them and put his hands on his back.

"Uh...", you thought for a while. "You mean—".

"Get a bit drunk. Maybe. At my place tomorrow night", he spoke rapidly. "If... that's good with ya", he stared into your eyes and scanned your features like he had done the previous day, back at the village.

"Yeah", you sounded confused at first, but eventually smiled inevitably. "Yeah, I'd like that".

Joel smiled too, even though he was trying his best to hide it.

"Good...", he giggled nervously. So did you. "Maybe we can go there after dinner".

"Sure. I'll try to wear somethin' nice", you said with a mocking tone.

"Oh, we have to wear somethin' nice?", he laughed defiantly. "You're gonna shit you pants".

"We'll see", you laughed, too. You stood a while in silence, just looking at each other with smiles on your lips. "See you tomorrow for patrol", you finally spoke.

"Actually, Ellie's gonna take my place tomorrow. Maria says I need a rest".

"That motherfucker", you bite your tongue in rage. "Fine, then. I'll go see you when Ellie and I are back".

"Right", he smiled one last time. "See ya tomorrow".

"See ya".

You closed the door and quickly went to watch through your window, like you did every day, until you lost sight of him.

Maybe Joel did like you after all.

[sleepysnk]

i fell in LOVE with the ideas you gave me about streamer!eren so here we go! thank you again and i hope you enjoy <3

Jaegerbomb is Streaming

Pairings: Streamer!Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Jaegerbomb is now streaming

Eren adjusted his mic as the stream began, it was a Friday night and he was doing his usual nightly stream. He talked about it on Twitter so he expected a lot of people to be tuning in tonight, as well as it was a Friday night and not many people had school the next day.

"What's up guys?" Eren said as he watched the views begin to go up and the viewers tuned in.

He watched people type in the chat sending the usual 'hi eren!' or the 'hey eren!' he was used to the these messages, a smile forming onto his face.

"Good to see you guys here again! I honestly have no idea what I'm gonna play tonight but we'll go with it," he said, looking at the different chats.

He began to read the different messages that were being sent, some people complimented him or asked how his day was to which he responded with 'thank you' or 'my night has been great'.

Eren was a popular streamer.

He gained popularity within a few months after he streamed with some pretty well known streamers, his raging and yelling is what got him noticed by people, as well as his appearance. People got a kick out of him all the time and he was definitely going places.

Eren was cute, he had emerald-like eyes, brown hair, a sly sexy smile, and he always looked amazing no matter what. It attracted female attention as well as some males, Eren didn't mind it though, he loved interacting with fans on a daily basis; he also had a pretty big fanbase with 400k followers on Twitter and 90k Instagram followers. They were all amazing people and Eren couldn't ask for better.

His rage was something people found to be hilarious, there were compilations of him yelling at Call of Duty or screaming when playing the popular horror games. There was also this one time Eren's mom walked in and yelled at him when he was being too loud, and people found it to be hilarious.

He called his fans the 'Jaegerists', his fanbase was very sweet and there was rarely any toxicity in it. Which in Eren's opinion, was very relieving.

When Eren got popular he was very nervous of the issues that came with it, sometimes people would recognize him on the street or people in his classes would bring up his streams. It was something Eren enjoyed, but he tended to keep his streaming life out of his personal life. It was also a request by Carla, his mother. She told Eren to be careful and always be wary of the internet.

He did exactly that and here he was now, sitting with 7k people watching him.

"What should I play tonight? I was thinking we could do Cold War or Minecraft, but being honest Cold War is a bit boring right now; so let me know guys!" Eren said, scrolling through his chat.

Within seconds people began replying saying either Cold War or Minecraft.

Suddenly, a few notifications started popping in from a few of his viewers.

jaegerbombfan10 donated 30 coins!

iloveeren_ donated 10 coins!

erenjaeger21 donated 5 coins!

Eren smiled as he got the donations, it was common for his viewers to donate to him and he was very thankful for it. He never begged his fans for donations or any of that and that's what people liked about Eren, he never asked for anything other than love and kindness.

"Thank you to those who donated! You're all amazing!" he said with a smile.

The usual kudos came into chat and people sent in hearts to the chat which made Eren feel 10x more happier, he enjoyed what his fans were doing for him and he was so thankful.

"Alright I think Minecraft won.. so today we're gonna do that," Eren added, narrowing his eyes a bit at the different chats which suggested the game.

Eren skimmed through his computer and began to load the game, it took a few moments but the main screen popped up and Eren put on his headset.

His eyes averted to the chat's people were sending in.

jaegerbombswife: eren u look so good

ereniloveyou_: minecraft is so cool eren

jaegerbombsbiggestfan: omg eren u look so cute right now ❤

jaegerist21: ooo minecraft? sounds fun eren!

"I feel like a mess right now but thank you guys, really. What music should I play tonight? Let me know in the chat," he said before turning back to the screen and entering his world.

It was pretty common for Eren to stream during the night, he doesn't really have the time during the day to stream since he has school and other important personal things to deal with.

He scrolled through the chats with different artists and songs, "You guys want Pop Smoke? I played him last time.. how about some The Kid Laroi? He has some good songs," he said, clicking through to find his spotify.

Eren clicked on a random song and went back to Minecraft, he started by running around and organizing his items because a few people in the chat were complaining about his inventory.

"Oh shush! Not everyone is perfect! My house is dope okay?" Eren said before chuckling a bit.

Suddenly, a few notifications came through which caught Eren's attention.

y/nloveseren donated 500 coins!

y/nloveseren donated 1000 coins!

y/nloveseren donated 800 coins!

That was surprising.. not many people donate three times in a row, and with that many coins either.

Eren watched as the user moved from the bottom of the donation list to the very top, whoever it was, they were donating a lot of coins to him.

"Yo! Y/nloveseren! Thank you for your donations!" he said, smiling to himself.

A few chats suddenly bubbled in.

jaegerist45: damn whoever that is they donated a lot.

jaegerbombsbiggestfan407: omg fr!

iloveueren77: eren i can donate later!

y/nloveseren: of course! ♡ you're one of my favorite streamers <3

Eren smiled at the message, "Nah thank YOU for donating! It's appreciated," he replied.

As Eren continued playing Minecraft throughout the night y/nloveseren continued to donate to him, they ended up donating about five or six times after and it was surprising for him. He hadn't ever seen this person in his streams before, he tends to remember usernames, but theirs didn't ring much of a bell. They must have been a silent viewer.

"You guys can ask some questions by the way! It's only midnight and I really wanna hear from you guys," he said, taking a sip of his water bottle.

Questions began to fill into the chat.

jaegerbombbbb21: eren will you ever play outlast?

erensimp34: how tall are you eren?

jaegerist0123: does ur mom know about u streaming?

erensbiggestfan31: are u single?

Eren skimmed through the different questions, some were the usual and some were odd. "Well to answer, I will play Outlast at some point. I am 6'1, my mom does know I stream, and yes I am single." he replied.

Many reactions came from the chat, people saying how sexy his height was or talking about how he was single.

y/nloveseren: ur single!? holy shit

Eren chuckled a bit, "Yeah I am single.. it's mainly 'cause I never really found anyone who was going to stick around you know?" he said.

y/nloveseren: can i place my minecraft bed next to yours then? ;)

Eren's eyes widened a bit from the message, his cheeks growing a light shade of pink; nobody has ever flirted with him on a stream before. Yeah people have called him sexy or said he was hot, but a flirt was never thrown.

"Y/nloveseren you definitely caught my attention with that.. but sure! I'll let you," he smirked.

The chat suddenly went wild with people sending in messages about what he said, others pointed out his blush or the way he was smirking right now.

jaegerist45: eren a simp? ooop

iloveyoueren_: what? :/ eren what about me 🙄?

erensimp34: SIMPPPP

erenishot386: did u guys see him blush? I GOT IT ON CAMERA

jaegerist219: omg he blushed? y/nloveseren keep talking!!

Eren smiled to himself, "Alright settle down guys! What they said was nice, okay? Nothing serious."

y/nloveseren: aw :( i was serious tho! you are quite the cutie <3 i deadass can't believe you noticed that message 😭!

y/nloveseren donated 400 coins!

"Thank you y/nloveseren! Seriously, you are kicking ass tonight," he said. "I'm definitely not the cutest but thank you, really!"

Within the next few hours, Eren and a few other viewers chatted about new games and a few embarrassing stories Eren told them. The one person who stood out to him though, was y/nloveseren. They donated a lot that night and Eren even chatted with them.

"Alright guys! I'll see you all soon! Goodnight," Eren said, waving at the camera.

jaegerist45: night eren!

iloveeren716: goodnight Eren! ♡

y/nloveseren: night Eren! sleep well <3

Eren stopped the stream and leaned back in his chair, who was y/nloveseren? And why couldn't he stop thinking about them?

-

The next few weeks of streaming were exciting for Eren, a few new games were released and he started playing them for his fans. He gained more popularity from the games as well and he was happy to see new people trickling in.

Though, Eren had another thing to look forward to when streaming.

(Y/N).

He actually ended up finding out her name, yes she was a girl.

During one of his streams he asked a few questions about her, of course she was happy to respond to Eren and he always looked forward to seeing her in his streams. She was his top donater and he was always excited to see her pop in, it was odd; Eren never felt this way before.

She was a fan, someone who looked up to him, yet Eren felt... excited to see her? He would get nervous if he didn't see her join a stream or he'd be disappointed if she left early, it was odd. He wasn't sure why he felt this way.

His fans pointed it out as well, they noticed Eren would smile a lot whenever he spoke to her or he would laugh at her jokes.

Eren never did that, not even with a fan.

He was sitting in his chair, the stream had just started and people began to fill in, he was going to play a bit of Call of Duty and then he would chill.

"What's up guys? How are we doing today?" Eren asked, looking at the screen.

erenfan21: hey Eren! i'm good

jaegerist45: yoo hey!

iloveeren1827: hi eren! how are you?

y/nloveseren: hi eren!! <3

Eren smiled seeing her pop into the chat, "I'm good guys, hi (Y/N). Good to see you," he replied.

As Eren played the game he couldn't help but look over to see if (Y/N) ever talked, he didn't want to miss a message from her. Sometimes he got so distracted he would end up dying or losing a round, a lot of people took notice.

"Bro Call of Duty makes me so mad," Eren said, his brows pinching together as he focused on the screen. "Maybe I should uh.." he trailed off as he looked at the chat.

Suddenly, his controller vibrated and it showed his character dying.

"Fuck!" Eren yelled, rolling his eyes. He then turned off the game and leaned back in his chair, he was clearly mad; his rage was something that entertained people and this was no different.

erensbiggestfan31: damn Eren you're mad again?

jaegerist187: shit guys he might rage

jaegerbomb1782: ah shit, u good eren?

y/nloveseren: eren? are you okay?

His eyes flickered towards the chat, "Yeah I'm good guys! That shit pissed me off, but I'll head back in." he said, pressing a few buttons to head into the game again.

y/nloveseren: yay!! 🥰 happy Eren is the best Eren!

y/nloveseren donated 700 coins!

He smiled to himself again. She always made him smile.. it was something she did to him, she had this effect no other fan could put on him.

"Say (Y/N).. you donate a lot and I always see you here.. yet, I don't think you've ever followed me before," he said, looking at the screen.

The chat began to blow up.

jaegerist45: OOOOO 👀

iloveeren167: oh shit? eren?

y/nloveseren: i'm just shy 😭 plus i doubt you respond to dms

He ran his fingers through his brunette locks, twirling one of the strands in his fingers. "I do actually respond to dms, but you're shy? That's cute lowkey.. I actually have an idea," he smirked.

y/nloveseren: and that is? 👀

erensimp34: A CHALLENGE? y/n omg

jaegerist45: oh shit.. IM INTERESTED

jaegerbombfan20: SHE GETTING BOLD 😩

"If I win this next round of COD you gotta give me your Instagram," he said, leaning back on his chair.

The chat began to blow up with messages of people hyping (Y/N) up, a grin formed onto Eren's face seeing what people were saying. He hoped that she wasn't uncomfortable with what he said, that's the last thing Eren would ever want.

y/nloveseren: bet, deal.

His eyes widened a bit, "Shit for real? Just know I'm not forcing you, but I'm curious about you."

y/nloveseren: nah! you're fine ;) let's see if you win though

Eren smirked when his eyes scanned over the message, "Alright.. say less," he said.

He entered the game and started playing the round, he made sure to keep extra focused so he wouldn't lose. That was the last thing he wanted, he was interested in what (Y/N) was like; she was definitely intriguing.

Eren pressed his thumbs and fingers into the controller, his grip tight enough that his knuckles were white; his fans even noticed and told him it wasn't that serious, but Eren didn't care. He wanted to win and losing is something Eren hated.

Suddenly the screen flashed the victory and Eren put his hands in the air. "Hell yeah! You guys see that? Jaegerbomb is the winner!" he yelled with a smile on his face.

His chat was going crazy.

jaegerist45: YO GOOD JOB EREN

erensimp13: omg nice job eren!

jaegerbombfan20: dude u did so good!!

Eren's smile widened looking at the chat, he always enjoyed his fans telling him he was doing great.

y/nloveseren: you actually won, damn. i didn't think you would have 😭, but since you did.. you want my instagram?

Eren leaned back in his chair, "Hell yeah! Hand it over," he replied.

y/nloveseren: it's y/n.l/n!

He grabbed his phone and went to Instagram, the chat was blowing up yet again when people saw her actually put her Instagram in. They hyped her up and even told Eren that he was a lucky guy for that.

Eren found her profile instantly, he scrolled through her photos and his eyes went wide; she was gorgeous. Eren was used to pretty girls talking or messaging with him, but she.. she was different and he felt it; he couldn't help but stare at the different photos of her in the mirror or the selfies she had with a pretty smile.

He looked at the chat and moved his headset to the side, "Yo.. guys.." he said, staring at the screen.

Instantly people began asking questions. "Guys.. she is fucking gorgeous, (Y/N) you're so cute holy shit," he said, smiling to himself.

jaegerist45: YOOO EREN IS A SIMP

iloveeren3827: awe 🥺

erensimp13: SHOW USSSS

jaegerbombfan20: is she pretty? y/n omg ur so lucky

erensbiggestfan928: simpppp

jaegerist2827: DID YOU GUYS SEE HIS SMILE?

His smile turned into a frown when he saw that (Y/N) wasn't talking in the chat anymore. Did he make her uncomfortable? He didn't force her into sending it, maybe she was uncomfortable and she just didn't want to say anything.

"Yo.. (Y/N) are you there? Shit did I make you uncomfortable? I'm sorry," Eren said, putting his phone on his desk.

He shook his leg watching the different people responding to what was going on, a few people apologized to her; they said that they didn't mean to make her feel weird or force her into telling Eren her Instagram.

His eyes flickered when he saw her name.

y/nloveseren: omg no! you didn't make me uncomfortable at all :) thank you for your comments tho! 💗 you made me smile

Eren felt relief wash over him, "Ugh thank god! I thought I made you feel grossed out! But it's my pleasure.. you are beautiful," he said.

People started to leave messages like 'awe <3' or 'omg guys Eren is so simping right now'. All in all, he found (Y/N) extremely attractive and he decided to follow her, he silently prayed that maybe just maybe.. they would talk outside of the stream.

Eren noticed how late it was, it was currently 2:31 A.M. and he usually went to sleep earlier on Sunday's because of his classes.

"Alright guys! I'm gonna end it here, it is really late where I live so I'm probably gonna head to sleep. Goodnight everyone! Thank you for tuning in!" he said while waving at the camera.

Everyone wished Eren a good night and he ended the stream. He rubbed his tired eyes and went to shut off the light in his room, all he wanted was to relax and get a good night's rest.

He placed his phone onto the nightstand and rolled over to the other side of his bed, his body relaxing into the sheets and comfort of his mattress.

A sudden ping woke him up.

It was odd, nobody usually texted Eren this late except for maybe Armin who reminded him to keep quiet while he studied but Armin was out that night with Annie.

Reaching for his phone, the screen lit up; he had a notification from Instagram. More specifically, a direct message.

He unlocked his phone and noticed he had a dm from (Y/N), she actually texted him; a smile grew onto his face as he opened it up.

(Y/N): hey! i doubt you're awake, but i wanted to message you and say hey <3!

He instantly began typing back.

Eren: hey! i was about to go to bed but i wanted to respond to your message, so you're y/nloveseren right?

Within seconds she viewed the message and began typing again.

(Y/N): haha, yeah that's me! i've been watching you stream for a really long time, but i was a silent fan. i got a job recently and i decided to donate since you have always put a smile on my face lol.

Eren: wow really? that's sick! it's so cool to meet you, i always look forward to seeing your name in my streams 😭. how old are you btw?

(Y/N): it's cool speaking with you too! i'm 19 btw!

Eren was surprised, she was around his age? Some of his fans were under 18 or around 20+, but he was surprised to see someone the same age as him around. Most of the girls around his age weren't interested in streamers or gaming in general.

Eren: say uh.. do you mind maybe, getting to know one another? only if you're cool with it of course

He chewed his bottom lip waiting for a reply back, he wasn't sure what she would say. He didn't want to come off as the creepy streamer who talks to fans and does weird shit with them.

(Y/N): really? sure! i'm down :)!!

He smiled seeing the message, maybe this girl was worth losing sleep over.

-

Eren spent the last few days talking to (Y/N), he would stay up past 3 A.M. texting with her about life and getting to know her deeper.

The two connected instantly that night, (Y/N) was an university student studying psychology and she had a job at a local cafe near her apartment outside campus. She was interested in gaming and she told Eren that she had been watching his streams for a few months, she found him to be entertaining and he was one of the few streamers that weren't weird.

They shared a lot of the same experiences on a lot of things. Eren told her about the many relationships he had and how the girls instantly thought he was weird or boring for wanting to stream instead of having a career. (Y/N) had just gotten out of a really bad relationship and she told him that her ex found it weird that she watched him.

As much as Eren really liked the vibes he got from (Y/N), he was scared to get close with her. Armin warned him many times about how some 'fans' aren't actually fans, they con people and gain their trust to expose them later. Eren didn't want to be used for money or any of that, that would be the end of him.

Still though, Eren wanted to talk to her more. He hadn't ever gotten like this with a fan before, but maybe.. this could be different?

Eren was laying in bed that night, he decided not to stream because he was tired and he just felt really lazy. He was doing the usual, texting (Y/N) and listening to music.

(Y/N): what are you up to?

Eren: i'm just laying down, listening to music. wbu?

(Y/N): i was wondering if you maybe wanted to.. facetime? of course we don't have to but i feel like it could be cool?

Eren looked up for a second, maybe a facetime would be good; it could help him get to know her more and maybe he could find out if she was looking to fuck around with him.

Eren: sure! here's my number

He sent her his number and sat up, he wanted to look decent for her anyway. He fixed his messy hair and tied it back into a bun, then he zipped up his sweater.

His heart began to race, why was he feeling this way? It was just a fan nothing he couldn't handle, he silently hoped that she wouldn't think he was weird or anything.

His phone suddenly began to ring, he rushed over to his bed and grabbed his phone. It was an unsaved number so he assumed it was (Y/N). He fixed his hair and clicked the green answer button.

"Hey!" Eren said, his smile showing as he saw (Y/N) behind the screen.

She giggled, "Oh my God hi! You're so much cuter behind the screen," she replied.

Eren chuckled, "Thank you.. you're very beautiful yourself."

Her cheeks grew hot, "You're sweet but.. what's up? How are you doing tonight?" she asked with a smile on her face.

Eren leaned back in his chair, "I'm doing good, what about you? Do you work tonight?" he asked.

"No I don't actually.. that's why I decided to call you since I had some free time. Are you streaming today?" she asked.

He shook his head, "Nah.. I uh.. I decided not to since I was tired and I honestly was too lazy to get on," he chuckled.

"Oh Jaegerbomb is lazy huh? That's odd, you usually have so much energy." she giggled.

Eren smiled at her words, "Yeah I'm pretty lazy sometimes.. but y/nloveseren just insisted we facetime," he said in a dramatic tone.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh shush! I was being sweet and plus I was bored, so be thankful I asked." she said, giggling a bit.

He ran his fingers through his hair. "Oh I see.. but I am thankful! You're a pretty sweet girl (Y/N), I love talking to you."

She felt bashful around him, Eren had this impact on her and she always had butterflies whenever his name popped up into her phone. He was sweet, attractive, exciting, and most of all he was an amazing listener; something (Y/N) never had.

"Thank you, Eren. You're a really sweet guy yourself," she replied, nodding her head to the side.

He propped his phone up on his bed, he adjusted himself so he was a bit comfortable. "Of course! You deserve it (Y/N)," he smiled.

The two talked for hours that night about so many things. They told each other different stories from their childhood, they talked about weird experiences they had, and they even got a bit personal with one another. Eren felt like that was a huge plus, he could never get this personal with anyone.

He loved the vibes he got from (Y/N), she was easy to talk to, funny, sweet, she matched his vibe and the two got along so well.

Eren had his mind made up.

She was worth losing sleep over.

-

A month or two had gone by since (Y/N) and Eren started talking. They were still very close and they talked pretty much all day everyday, that was something that rarely ever happened with a fan. Most of the time Eren wouldn't speak to fans long.

He considered her a friend, but he knew inside he wanted to be more than friends with her.

He was currently streaming at the moment, he was a bored; not much was going on and he was playing some Minecraft to pass the time. (Y/N) told him earlier in the day that she wouldn't be joining the stream till later because she was working late. It slightly disappointed him, but he knew that her personal life was important.

He sighed, "What do you guys wanna talk about? Ask me anything," he said, looking towards the chat.

A few questions bubbled into his chat, some were questions that he's answered before. But one question actually caught his eye..

jaegerist3452: what do you think about y/n?

He furrowed his brows for a second, why would they be asking about her? Sure, he told people that he was speaking to her and they talked outside of the streams, but nobody really asked.

"What do I think about (Y/N)? Oh, she's dope as hell. I love talking to her, there's a lot more I can say but I dunno.. she might not like it," he replied, leaning back in his chair.

His eyes scanned back over to the chat where everyone was spamming telling him to say it and that she probably wouldn't judge him.

"You guys really want to know?" he asked, sitting up a bit.

erensimp43: yes!! i wanna know!

jaegerist45: i'm down to listen

erensbiggestfan2928: tell us!

iloveeren1010: i wanna hear!

Eren let out air through his nose. "Well (Y/N) is a really really sweet girl, she's so nice and easy to talk to. Not to mention how great of a listener she is, her personality is something I value the most about her; she always makes me laugh and talking to her is my favorite part of the day. Most of all, she's beautiful. She's such a pretty girl and.. damn, I'd love to make her mine."

The chat began to blow up with messages.

jaegerist45: that's so cute man

jaegerbombfan20: awe 🥺

iloveeren_: that's adorable holy shit

erensbiggestfan1083: simppppp but that's so nice

He smiled at the thought of her. "Yeah call me a simp but... she's really amazing," he said.

y/nloveseren: wow 🥺..

His eyes bulged out of his head when he saw her name in the chat, a blush crept onto his cheeks feeling embarrassment washing over him.

"O-Oh shit.."

Everyone began to flood messages about how Eren just got caught, he felt embarrassed and really bashful. She most likely heard everything he just said, what if she was uncomfortable?

"Shit I'm sorry (Y/N).. I shouldn't have said that shit.. we barely know one another and you're probably really upset," Eren said, rubbing his temples.

y/nloveseren: no Eren ur fine! what u said was actually really sweet 🥺💗.. thank you <3

He sat up, "Really? Wait.. so you're not mad?"

y/nloveseren: no not at all! :) i can say the same about you.. you've definitely been really sweet and i really like you

His jaw dropped and a smile formed onto his features. "Wow.. I have no words. Can we text? Please?" he asked, raising his brows.

y/nloveseren: of course <3!

Eren reached for his phone and saw her typing in their dms, his eyes flickered upwards at the chat which was now going crazy over what they both said to each other.

jaegerist45: dude that's so cute

jaegerbombfan20: I'M GONNA CRY OMG

The vibration of his phone broke him out of his thoughts, he went to Instagram to view the message from her.

(Y/N): hey :), i heard what you said and it really made my day. i was having a shitty day at work and hearing what you said made me so happy, so thank you for that. i like you, eren. i know you may not feel the same but talking to you has been so amazing and i would love to talk to you more ♡.

He smiled before sending a reply.

Eren: i would love to! talking to you has made me so much happier and i'm glad we met. everything i said was true and i want to keep talking, you're amazing.

(Y/N): sounds like a plan ❤.

Eren smiled and looked up to see his chat spamming his name, many people took the hint that he was talking to her.

"I got her guys.." he said with a smile.

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omg woman just kill me at this point i love bobh literally sm tf

AJSHFDAJKSDH Thank you thank you thank you :( ilysm thank you.

here's a little bonus I wrote. Its inspired by First Love/Late Spring by Mitski.

ALSO this one talks more about that period right before Anders went to rehab so tw.

October, after the party.

Harry: Hi, it’s Harry.

Anders: ???? what’s up man

Harry: I was just wondering if you’ve spoken to Y/N recently.

Anders: yeah she’s here

Harry: ?

Anders: have you not talked to her?

Harry: I haven’t. Is she doing okay?

Anders: she’s good man

Harry: Is she eating enough?

Anders: I think so

Anders: I haven’t been fuckin monitoring her or anything idk

Harry: Sometimes she forgets is all. I know you aren’t with her all the time but when you see her maybe you could just ask and make sure.

Anders: sure man

Anders: she’s staying here for a while so I’ll keep an eye on it fr. You good?

Harry: What do you mean she’s staying with you?

Anders: uhhhhhh ???? nvm I didn’t say that

Harry: She’s staying at your apartment?

Anders: I didn’t say that.

Harry: Is she?

Anders: look I like you and all but I don’t think I should be telling you anything that she might not want you to know

Anders: she doesn’t want to stay with logan, that’s it. fr.

Harry: They haven’t made up yet?

Anders: nah she’s all fucked up over it

Anders: I don’t blame her tho christians a lil bitch boy I wouldn’t trust anybody who fucked him lmaooo

Harry: It just doesn’t seem like her.

Harry: Anyway, I just wanted to check in. Thanks.

Anders: np bro. You good?

Harry: I’m fine, thanks.

Harry: Also just so we’re clear the only reason I didn’t know she was staying there is because I haven’t asked. She would have told me if I asked.

Anders: ok?

Anders: ask her then? she’s fucked up she would probably appreciate a text or something. like she’s not good man and Im fucked off these pain meds so I can’t really help with whatever is going on here with you guys

Harry: She’ll be okay. Just make sure she’s eating something.

Harry: Also I’m sorry about your nose.

Anders: LMAO it’s all good man I look cool as fuck. And the pain meds work great 👌

///

Harry: Hey it’s Harry.

Anders: why do you text like that?

Anders: business email ass vibes bro you act like I haven’t seen you cry lmaooooo

Harry: How is Y/N doing?

Harry: Also okay?? Seems unnecessary.

Anders: I probably shouldn’t say man it feels like this isn’t my business.

Anders: And it’s true so wym?

Harry: I just want to make sure she’s okay.

Anders: so fuckin text her man

Anders: shes fine. I think she misses you but I haven’t asked.

///

Harry: hey

Anders: woah buddy did we drop the formal greetings? what’s up?

Harry: is Y/N still there?

Anders: ya

Harry: ok and??

Anders: and what? Text her.

Harry: dude it’s not that simple. you were there at the party weren’t you? You know I can’t just text her.

Anders: idk man seems like she’d answer

Harry: can you just tell me how she is? Is she okay?

Anders: she’s fine. Got a new hotter bf too. Waaaaay hotter than you If you can believe it

Harry: brooo I’m serious Is she okay?

Anders: “brooo” 🙊 awww

Anders: she’s good man I promise

Harry: that’s great. sorry for pestering you.

Anders: Id rather you pester Y/N but I don’t mind lol. I know it’s not my business but you should think about calling her or something

Harry: Mate I can’t do that. Fucks sake man.

Harry: sorry I just can’t. I’m glad she’s ok though.

Anders: “mate” Stop it I’m blushing!!! 🥰

Anders: you’re british like fr fr that’s actually kind of sick

Harry: thanks a bunch mate means a lot

///

Harry: heeeey buddy how’s Y/N?

Anders: I’m gonna block ur number

Anders: every time you text me I feel like you’re gonna threaten me or something

Harry: why would I do that?

Anders: you have a threatening aura

Harry: no I don’t ???

Anders: how would u know if you did? You can’t experience your own aura bro sorry to break it to you

Anders: at this point I’d rather you just come to my house and kill me ur stressing me out. the vibes are sinister bro

Harry: how is Y/N?

Harry: also that’s so mean??

Anders: don’t know.

Harry: what do you mean you don’t know?

Harry: did she leave?

Anders: not saying. you can call her if you want to know sorry pal.

Harry: no seriously is she okay?

Anders: no seriously I’m not telling you. 🤷‍♀️

Harry: ? Im not trying to be weird I just want to know that she’s alive

Anders: hop on Twitter sis

Anders: try the trending tab idk

Anders: or you could fucking text her yourself 🤷‍♀️ but you do you

Harry: whats going on? I thought we were good?

Harry: I figured Y/N might have said some stuff about me but we’re good right?

Anders: all she’s said to me is that you smell good and you like the notebook.

Harry: she said that?

Anders: I didn’t fuckin make it up????

Harry: when did she say that?

Anders: when we watched the movie what is the issue here?

Harry: you watched the notebook together?

Anders: i slept and she watched it. What is happening?

Harry: I just want to know if we’re good?

Anders: you tell me bro you’re the one with the beef not me

Harry: why would I have beef with you? All Im asking is if Y/N is okay.

Anders: and I’m not fucking tell you. Sorry but if you want to know then fucking call her.

Anders: bet you won’t 🤪 bitch

///

Harry: 🤠

Anders: yeehaw fucker I’m not telling u shit

Harry: I know

Anders: why text me then? Miss me?

Harry: how’s your nose ?

Anders: you gonna come kiss it better for me?

Harry: yeah is Y/N there?

Anders: not saying but I’m gonna tell her her man wants to kiss me owwwww 😛😛😛

Harry: her man???? I don’t know him

Anders: ouch

Harry: 😛 owwwww

///

Harry: heyy

Harry: heeyyy.

Harry: hello?

///

You hadn’t heard from Anders in weeks.

Everyone was sick of hearing about it, and no one seemed to be nearly as concerned as you were. Bethany brushed you off, saying he was “just as busy as you are, Peach!”. Logan tried to be sympathetic, but couldn't help much after the first dozen times you’d complained to her about it. “He probably just got sick of you. You’re always at his house.” She’d said the last time.

Something was wrong and you knew it, but you ignored it. You took everyone’s word for it, agreeing half-heartedly with them that he was probably fine.

So when he actually called you, your heart leapt in your chest. You nearly choked on it, springing off of Bethany’s couch and gesturing for her to be quiet. She made a face at you, (she was a Taurus, she couldn’t help it), but stayed quiet anyway.

“Hello?” You asked, unable to hide your nervous excitement. Your heart pounded as you waited for him to speak, pacing aimlessly around the office.

“Hey, uh, what are you doing?” He asked. He sounded kind of sleepy, or maybe drunk. “I need to talk to you.”

“I’m at the office right now but I can come over!” You offered, ignoring Bethany’s offended “hey!”. “Are you okay? I miss you.”

“I’m fine. I wrote you a song.”

You stopped walking, pulling a face you were sure wasn’t cute. “What?”

“Not, like, for you. For your album.” He clarified. He sounded fucked up, but it was a Friday so maybe he was just getting a head start on the weekend. “I’m gonna send it to you and you can record it and whatever. I made a demo and all that shit. Instrumental is done, too, for the most part.”

You were speechless for a second. “Why did you write a song for my album?”

“Fuck, Y/N, I don’t know. It was for mine, I guess, but I don’t feel like finishing it. It would be better if you sang it, anyway.” He explained. He seemed annoyed, and it honestly hurt your feelings. “It’s a good song. You’ll like it.”

“Okay…” You relented, trusting that he’d written something amazing. “Why don’t you just save it and record it later? Are you feeling okay?”

“I feel better than ever, actually. And if you don’t want it that’s fine, I just don’t want to fuck with it. Kind of over the whole album thing.”

“You’re over it?”

“Uh, yeah.” He said bluntly. “I don’t care if you record it or not, but I think it would sound really pretty if you did. Consider it a gift for being such a good friend.”

You were about to respond when he cut you off. “Actually, that’s not true what I said. About it being for my album, I mean. I really did just write it for you. It’s, y’know… suited for your voice or whatever. Had you in mind and all that.”

“Oh. That’s really nice, Anders.” You weren’t sure how to react. “You should’ve told me and we could’ve written something together.”

“Nah, I haven’t really been writing that much lately. I wrote it when you were staying here, actually, and I just finished the demo and all that so it’s ready if you want it.”

“I’ll listen to it. Can I come over and listen to it with you?”

You knew what was coming. “Not today. I’m, uh, kind of busy. Lots of shit to do.”

“Like what?”

“Like fucking your mom, ooooooh!” He giggled, the sound almost the same as it used to be, just a bit hollow now. “No but for real, we’ll hang out this week. Just not today.”

You knew you wouldn’t see him this week. He always promised you things like this and then forgot about it the next day.

“Okay. Well, I miss you. And I really hope you’re okay.”

Anders tried to laugh again. “I’m fiiiiiine, bro. What do you want me to say? I’m busy.”

“I just feel like you’re avoiding me…”

“I promise I’m not. I just- It’s nothing. Just don’t worry about me, okay?” He paused for a second. “You have other stuff to worry about other than me. More important stuff… You don’t need me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you later this week, okay?”

///

It took two full hours for Anders to actually send you the demo. You texted a few times asking for it, telling him again that he could talk to you if he needed something. He never responded, simply sending you the file after two entire hours had passed.

Logan had shown up at this point, both of you cuddled up on the couch with Bethany on the other end. Your work was done for the day, but you all just kind of hung back, chit chatting and making pointed jokes about all the talk show hosts you didn’t like. When the file finally came in, everyone was eager to hear it.

It was really, really good. And really different from what Anders normally wrote. You felt strangely flattered that he wrote it for you.

“It’s good.” Logan spoke first, shrugging. “Not as good as our songs but it’s good. I think you would smash it.”

Bethany nodded. Her glasses were slid into their usual position halfway down her nose. “It’s kind of sad.” She commented. “Did he just break up with someone? What’s going on with him?”

“He’s single.” You shrugged. “And I don’t know. It’s really good, it just-“

“Hits close to home?” Logan finished for you. “I say you record it. We all know Harry fuckin’ hates Anders’ guts, so what better way to get back at him?”

“I’m not trying to get back at anyone.” You frowned. Your brain tingled a bit at the suggestion, considering it for a guilty second. You were going to record it, but not for that reason. “It’s a good song… Can we not talk about Harry?”

“I'm just saying…”

You listened to it again, setting something up with Bethany to get into the studio on Sunday.

Once you’d gotten home, you sent Anders another message in your chain of unanswered texts.

Y/N: I really like the song! I’m recording it on Sunday. :)

Anders: :-)

Y/N: could you come do backing vocals for it if you have time?

Anders: I can’t on Sunday just use the vocals off the demo.

Y/N: okay! That’s fine.

Y/N: do you wanna do the guitar part?

Anders: Logan would fuckin kill it

Y/N: but I want you to do it

Y/N: please? It would mean a lot esp since you wrote it

Anders: you can use the demo besite

Y/N: ok! Text me if you change your mind, we can re-record everything

Anders: 👍

///

The black hole of the window where you sleep,

The night breeze carries something sweet,

A peach tree

Wild women don’t get the blues but I find that

Lately, I’ve been crying like a

Tall child

So please, hurry, leave me, I can’t breathe

Please don’t say you love me

One word from you and I would jump off of this ledge I’m on, baby

Tell me “don’t” so I can crawl back in…

///

The conversation with Anders left you feeling strange. It was the most you’d spoken to him in forever, and yet you felt no better about anything. And the more you thought about the song, the worse you felt.

You knew he didn’t write it about you, but it just felt so personal. It just fit too well. You listened to the demo, your own private single you knew the world would never hear in Anders’ voice, thinking of how much it hurt every time Harry tried telling you how much he loved you. You just wanted it all to stop, everything. It wasn’t fair how much everything hurt all the time. Every waking moment was a nightmare.

And then to have your best friend write you a song like this? It was great and you loved it but it only made you worry more. Surely a sad song here or there didn’t mean anything, you’d written plenty of sad songs of your own, but it still set an ache in your bones you couldn’t quite shake. But Anders was probably fine. He had to be.

///

Anders was not fine.

He spent all day fucked out of his mind and then stayed awake all night. He only ever went to the studio when he had to, not putting any extra effort into all of the things he’d been so excited to work on a few months ago.

He called Jena every day, but she wouldn’t fucking answer. He figured she was just as bad off as he was right now, spending her days doing nothing until they all mixed into one long, sad fucking blur. The longer he went without hearing from her, the angrier he got. He was angry about everything lately.

But fuck her. She could go enjoy her fucking boyfriends and her drugs and whatever the fuck else she had going on. If Anders wasn’t that important to her then so be it. He wasn’t that important to anyone.

He swore this to himself on a regular basis, but he didn’t mean it. If she had actually picked up the phone to answer him one singular time, Anders would’ve been toast. He would’ve done whatever she told him to do. He would’ve moved back to Chicago if she asked him to. Anders could feel himself tipping closer and closer to the edge every day, and all he needed was that one little push in either direction and he’d go tumbling. Fuckin Jack and Jill, you know? Jack always went tumbling after, right?

Anders just wanted it all to be done. He was so tired, all the time. He was tired of thinking about Jena and why he wasn’t good enough for her and he was tired of dodging phone calls and he was tired of spending all of his money on dudes who were exactly like Christian. He just didn’t want to do it anymore. He didn’t want to do any of it.

What had he done so wrong that he ended up here? What kind of horrible thing had he done to deserve this? He’d spent his entire life feeling like this, and he always thought the fame and the money would make it stop. But it only made it worse.

Anders had been sitting in bed for at least 9 hours at this point. When he got off the phone with Y/N, he felt that same pit opening up in his gut. He couldn’t fucking do it anymore. He couldn’t. He just wanted it all to be done.

He stood up, pacing around the room. He couldn’t tell if he was crying or not. He needed to go somewhere before he kept thinking like that, because he might actually do something about it if he stayed in bed any longer. It honestly scared him how plainly he thought about it.

At least Y/N would have that song, whatever ended up happening. She’d have it and she would sing it really, really well. And hey, if anything did happen to Anders, it would really be some great publicity for her album if he’d written one of the songs. At least she’d make some money off of it. A win for everyone, right?

Anders took out his phone, texting some girl he’d hooked up with once or twice in the recent weeks. Or maybe it was more than that? It was hard to keep it all straight in his head.

Either way, he needed someone to come over who wouldn’t ask how he was and wouldn’t notice he was acting different. Someone who, at the end of the day, didn’t actually give a shit about him. (That was his type anyway, wasn’t it? Girls that couldn’t give a fuck about his well being?). Anyway, this girl was perfect for that. So he texted her.

///

“Have you heard from Anders?” Logan asked, chewing something loudly over the phone.

“No, I ‘aven’t.” Harry hummed. He was in the middle of a restaurant with a few friends, following slowly behind everyone as they were led to a table in the back. Normally he wouldn’t answer the phone at dinner, but he hadn’t technically sat down yet. That, and he always answered the phone for Logan, just in case. “Why would I talk to Anders?”

“He said before you text him all the time.” Logan said casually. She continued chewing loudly. “You really haven’t talked to him?”

“He told you that?” Harry asked, stopping in his tracks. He looked over his shoulder at the group waiting for him, waving them on. He turned away from them, lowering his voice. “Did he tell Y/N that? I haven’t texted him in weeks.”

“He didn’t tell Y/N that, he told me.” Logan mumbled through another bite. “You really haven’t talked to him?”

“No, Lo, I haven’t. Fuck’s sake.” He pinched the bridge of his nose between his eyebrows, sighing. “Stop chewing like that. Why are you asking?”

“Geez…” Logan let out, sounding a bit offended. “You’re just jealous you aren’t here to try these brownies I made.”

“Logan, why are you asking about Anders?”

“Y/N said he’s acting funny and she can’t get a hold of him, I guess.” She said dismissively. “Figured I would ask you since you guys are buddies now or whatever.”

“We’re not buddies.” Harry grumbled. He hadn’t spoken to him in a while, figuring Anders had finally gotten tired of his nagging.When he stopped replying to his texts he didn’t think much of it. They weren’t friends, after all. “Is he alright?”

“Dunno. He’s probably just busy.”

“You aren’t worried?”

“Not really. Y/N’s just freaking out over it.” Logan sighed, a shrug in her voice. “It’s probably nothing. I’ll let you go, sorry for bothering you.”

“Wait-“ Harry stopped her, unsure what he even wanted to say next. He thought for a second, eyes scanning the restaurant around him for any onlookers. “Has anyone talked to him? Couldn’t he be, like, hurt or something?”

“Don’t you hate him?” Logan asked, her usual attitude present as ever. “Why do you care?”

“Who said I hated him?”

“Like… everybody?” She continued. “Y/N said you were pissed about the whole kiss thing still.”

“Um, no? I told her I didn’t mind that they were friends.” Harry corrected. “I told her I thought he was a good guy. Why would she think I hate him?”

“Huh…” Logan chuckled. “So you’re not mad about the kiss?”

He wasn’t necessarily mad, but he didn’t want to talk about it. “What does it matter? I don’t hate the guy, he just annoys me.”

“He thinks you hate him. He’s said so himself.”

Harry’s feelings were admittedly a bit hurt. “That’s unfair. I’ve always been nice to him… recently, at least. .”

“He says you’ve got a threatening aura, or something.”

Harry closed his eyes. “Not this shit again…” He sighed. “I told him that wasn’t true! I’m a perfectly nice person to be around!”

Logan snickered a bit. “Not to me...”

“Because you make me crazy!” Harry shouted in a whisper. He forced himself to stop, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes again. “I don’t hate him. He seems like a really good guy.”

“He is.”

“That’s great.”

“He really, really is. He’s just the best. We all love him.” Logan went on, simply to get a reaction. “Y/N especially. They’re always together.”

“I’m happy for her.”

“You should see them. Two peas in a pod, truly.”

”I’m happy to hear it. Over the moon, Logan, really.” Harry breathed, not exactly wanting to hear more. He paused for a second. Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it.. “So are they fucking?”

“Well she hasn’t heard from him in weeks, so not currently, no.”

“Were they fucking?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Well if we’re trying to decide if I hate him or not that is a pretty key component.” Harry clipped. “They are, aren’t they? That’s why he stopped texting me, huh?”

“I think you’re forgetting that you broke up with her, Harry.” Logan hummed. “It’s literally not your business who she fucks.”

“So they are, then?”

Logan giggled a bit, giving in. “No, Harry. Y/N’s basically a freaking nun lately. Also why would he be trying to get you guys back together if he was fucking her?”

“Sorry, what?”

“Yeah, he said he was trying to get you to talk to her.” Logan explained. “He said he tried helping but you wouldn’t listen to him. And Y/N won’t, either.”

Harry wanted to know what that last part meant, but he forced himself not to ask. “How is she?”

“She’s fine.”

Why did everyone always say that? She’s fine, she’s okay, she’s alright… If Harry had to hear it one more time he was going to flip.

“That’s all you're gonna give me?”

“She’s fine, Harry. What else should I say? She spends all her time writing and recording and whatever else.” Logan ranted. “How are you doing? I’m sorry I haven’t called in a while.”

“I’m good. Just working.” Harry felt his cheeks warm the tiniest bit. “And it’s okay. I know it must be weird for you to talk to me so I get it. Nothing personal.”

“No, it’s not that. I just don’t like talking to you.” Logan giggled, pleased with herself. “No but really, I do miss you. We should get together and write soon.”

“That would be great, Lo. I have to go but I love you very much. And I miss you a ton.”

“Love you, too.” Logan sighed, sounding a bit discontented. “I hate this, Harry. I just- I want things to go back to normal. This whole thing fucking sucks.”

Harry could almost laugh. “It’s gonna be fine. We’ll have a work date soon, yeah?”

Harry could hear Logan’s pout through the phone. “Okay..”

Harry looked back at his friends, seeing they were already placing an order for drinks. “I really have to go, but let me know if you hear from Anders, okay?”

“I’ll let you know, but I wouldn’t count on it. He’s, like, gone.”

Harry looked back at his friends again. He sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to end the conversation just yet. “Sorry, but you using the word “gone” is what makes me concerned. What does that mean?”

“Don’t know. Y/N stayed at his house for a minute and then he just stopped coming around. He only answers the phone every once in a while and just says he can’t hang out.”

“Did she make him mad or something?”

“That’s what I said!” Logan shouted. “But she says she didn’t. When he does talk to her she says he seems off, but I don’t know… I’m sure it's nothing.”

“It doesn’t sound like nothing...”

“I don’t know what to tell you. If I hear anything I’ll let you know.”

Harry couldn’t let it go for some reason. “Do you think he’s okay? Has anyone gone to his apartment?”

“Not yet. Don’t you have to go?”

“Yeah, but I just-“ He wasn’t sure what his hold up was. “I would just hate for something to happen to him. He’s a good friend to Y/N.”

As much as he hates to admit it, Harry had kind of started to like Anders. Their conversations after the party were always short, sure, but Anders had slowly but surely weaseled his way onto Harry’s good side. And, friend or not, Harry didn’t want to hear some terrible news about him or anything like that.

“I’ll let you know if anything happens. I wouldn’t stress about it.”

“Okay. Thanks.” Harry huffed. “I’ll talk to you soon.”

“We’ll get together to write? Soon?”

“Yeah, soon. Love you.”

“You too, sweet pea. Call me if you need anything.”

///

Harry: Hey it’s Harry.

Anders: I have your number saved I know it’s u. she’s not here.

Harry: wasn’t going to ask. what’s up?

Harry: don’t be rude I said what’s up?

Anders: nothing man hbu

Harry: nothing

Anders: great convo brother let’s do it again sometime

Harry: are you ok?

Anders: I’m so good it hurts. thanks for asking.

Anders: did y/n ask you to text me or something?

Harry: no, haven’t even talked to her

Anders: then wtf is this?

Harry: just wanted to say hello.

Anders: okay. hello. <3

Anders: anything else?

(Harry considered his next step for a second. He didn’t want to make it obvious he’d been instigated to text him. So, instead of saying any more about it, he backpedaled.)

Harry: have you talked to y/n lately?

Anders: not really

Harry: oh ok. is she good?

Anders: genuinely don’t know.

Anders: gave her a song for the album that’s the last I talked to her.

Harry: you wrote a song for her album?

Anders: ya

Harry: ??

Anders: look man I don’t know what you want me to say. i’m really sorry you’re dealing with this. wish I could help more, seriously.

Anders: I’m not trying to be a dick but I can’t do anything else for you. I’ve got nothing left to give.

Harry: I’m not trying to put you in the middle of anything.

Harry: I’m sorry.

Anders. Its ok, I just cant do anything else for you man. I hope you guys work it out. I can tell you really care about her.

Harry: I’m sorry I keep asking about her. Thanks for being such a good friend to her, she loves you a lot.

Anders: its np.

Harry: I mean it. You seem like a really good guy.

Anders: lol not really but thanks man. you too.

Harry: Yes, really.

Harry: Everyone says so. I have to hear it all the fucking time lol.

Anders: that means a lot man, thanks.

Harry: Logan says they miss you.

Anders: they’ll be fine lol

Harry: Also I don’t hate you. You can text me if you need anything, I owe you one for taking Christian out lol.

Anders: it was my pleasure. thanks man.

Anders: dont hate u either. <3

Anders: how could i hate a face like that?

Harry: Stop you’re embarrassing meeeee

Harry: seriously text me if you need anything :)

Anders: sure thing man. thanks.

So maybe he really wasn’t so bad afterall. Harry felt a bit better after talking to him, sending Logan a quick text that he’d spoken to him for a bit. He couldn’t help the sinking feeling he had that there was more going on, but he pushed it down until it reached his toes and made his feet feel heavy. Anders would be fine. Right?

But even the way he was texting seemed off. But Harry really didn’t know him that well, so who was he to say.

Harry put himself to bed, stuffing himself into the pillowcase that smelled like Y/N’s shampoo. (Harry would use it sometimes in the shower, just so he could sleep with his hair wet and pretend the following night that she had been there). He tried to force himself to sleep, unable to stop himself from tearing up the way he always did when he tried to go to bed. He hoped that Anders would get over whatever this was and text Y/N back. She had enough to worry about.

[animatedrapture]

I HAVE GASOLINE LAYING AROUND IN MY HOUSE AND IM OMW TO SET KANA ON FIRE :))))

ok im about to compile possibly like 10 chapters worth of kana hate KJHLDSDJS

so. sorry i wasnt able to respond to so manyyyyyy of these on time and all, i get overwhelmed super easily but i truly, truly love all of you and appreciate each msg :DD these have all either made me think real hard LMFOAHJSKD or had me laughing so hard and gasping lmfao. but yeah, i appreciate all of these and everything i mightve never gotten bc tumblr asks is dumb as well as the ones ive still yet to come back to or answer. almost each and every single one of these have been a guidance with what i wanted to do with the smau, whenever i wanted to switch something up or make something better in the smau, your msgs helped a lot in improving it in some way and helping me figure out what i truly wanted to do with the smau and for that, thank u!!!

Anonymous asked:

FUCK KANA ALL MY HOMIES HATE HER HANA SPILLED HER DRINK ON HER? SHE DID THE RIGHT THING ALSO FUCK SUNA BC EVEN UF HE HAD SEX WITH YN AND SAID HE ADORES HER HIS ACTIONS/AFFECTION TOWARDS KANA GIVES MIXED SIGNALS AND ITS TIME HE GET ACCOUNTABLE OF SAID ACTIONS sorry for the rant 🥴

Anonymous asked:

the “tw kana” absolutely sent me into orbit i cackled 😭

Anonymous asked:

anons bonding over kana hate🤝🏻🤝🏻🤝🏻

Anonymous asked:

yeah its only you who doesn't dislike her FGHDJGKUJ IM KIDDING no but really more than hate her its hate the way shes in between like it pisses me off the cockblock she is 😭😭

Anonymous asked:

if i were kana,,,i would either tell him i still have feelings OR hurt in silence (step back) since technically he or should i say they decided to be JUST bestfriends not cockblocking the possibility for him to be in a relationship

Anonymous asked:

kana has to make a choice: she confess or shut the fuck up bc as far as we know they decided to be just bff (highkey think suna was more into being just friends and kana kinda lied) so IF he likes someone else why the fuck try to sabotage him (his happiness with someone else) when he find it out then what? would he still keep her as a friend? 🧐

Anonymous asked:

What if I just...shift or whatever you guys call it, into As Friends universe...and bonk Kana on the head...lol just kidding...ah ha ha ha No please she is starting to sound like the girl best friend that would make couples break up because she does not care about boundaries...honey, you're the best friend, yes, you're important, but that's his girlfriend...stay in your lane. Lol like "I don't want to confess" but "He's mine so I have to get rid of all competitions" lol fucking clown yeah no, I don't have to wait for you to write more about her to make me hate her sksksksksk I already do

Anonymous asked:

Ayo istg kana's been giving y/n the stinky eye... if she stares at y/n like that one more time LAWD HELP HER SOUL, im coming for her eyes!!! But fr,, Rin better treat y/n right and put kana in her place. Bc y/n got a best friend too (samu) u^u and he can cook and would treat her good.

Anonymous asked: likE I KEEP SAYING eAT SHIT KANA

Anonymous asked: I am CRAVING IMMENSE VIOLENCE bring that girl kana here lemme knock her teeth down her throat. >:(

Anonymous asked:

kana (derogatory)

Anonymous asked:

istg if a bus doesn’t hit kana i’m gonna do it

Anonymous asked:

kana toxic best friend it’s time for suna to realise IT 😤😤

Anonymous asked:

kana has family problems only rin knows about? what in the ao haru ride manga 😐

Anonymous asked:

WHY KANA FUKC

Anonymous asked:

NAH MY GUT FEELING TELLING ME KANA WAS BAD NEWS SINCE THE BEGINNING also she wants suna all to herself (he sees her as a bff) but doesn’t say shit to him... if course he’s gonna find someone in the future whether in college or after (unless the bitch will still to his ass even when he goes pro)

Anonymous asked:

everyday i wake up with notifs from u i feel like im about to get subjected to pain and IM RIGHT THIS TIME TOO what the hell kana u will never be yn (me) 🙏🏼🧇

Anonymous asked:

bro part of me wants to punch suna so bad bc like hes so awkward but so smooth like who tf do u want stop being a smooth ass mf u know these two bitches like u

Anonymous asked: i might just obliterate everyone named kana cause of as friends THE WHOLE TIME MY EYE WAS TWITCHING CAUSE OF HER FUCK KDDSKDLSDK EVERYONE WHO WANTS TO OBLITERATE HER SAY "I" but like hi! i hope youre well

Anonymous asked:

even tho u always insist you'd never het mad at me girl HUHH i used to be genuinely good w kana now she's just a manipulative bitch :// kana babe sorry but ur best friend is allowed to spend time with other people 🙄

xmyshya asked:

I 👏 love 👏 Hana 👏 Also 👏 fuck 👏 Kana 👏 and Rin you idiot, what do you mean he's not gonna pursue dating T_T it's just a few chapters till the end T_T wut T_T

yourstarvic asked:

Kana needs to back up before she gets beat up 😤 me and my homies ain’t playing no more 😤

Anonymous asked:

omg that ur probably mad (even tho u said u’d never get mad at me!) broooo

Anonymous asked:

kana gonna get even more territorial in the next chapters im getting kinda scared to see how rin reacts 😒 shes gonna lowkey (highkey) manipulate rin like oh u said youll never leave me you said i come first and all that mhmmm girl dont make me break your neck 👎🏼👎🏼

Anonymous asked:

huh so is kana basically a pick me girl

Anonymous asked:

“you’d be selfish abt this” girl

Anonymous asked:

why tf kana gotta ask yn bro u don't know her just ask suna directly 🙄 putting her in an awkward ass position how's she supposed to say no i'm sorry kana's being annoying as hell rn

Anonymous asked:

it’s time for kana to realise: - yn aint just a fling bc suna is spending more time with her - suna clearly sees her just as his bff

Anonymous asked:

Kana saying "I was worried you'd be selfish about this haha" well bitch now I gotta be 😒

Anonymous asked:

“i was worried you’d be selfish about this hahaha” -the one who’s for the streets kana better watch herself…y/n was being kind, i will not be

Anonymous asked:

DID KANA REALLY HAVE THE NERVE TO ASK US?????? TO POSTPONE OUR PLANS WITH RIN???? pls that « you understand, right? » was just so manipulative oh my god-

Anonymous asked:

kana can go cry & write to her diary about it 😘😘

Anonymous asked:

“y/n right?” after literally meeting her plssss

Anonymous asked:

miss kana is just gonna have to miss him a little more bc i'm not canceling SHIT!!

Anonymous asked:

kana is playing chess while we’re playing checkers

Anonymous asked:

everytime you post and kana gets fucked over my day is made and it all I'm going to think about

Anonymous asked:

im catching up on as friends bc i havent read a few chapters and kana saying “arent you just with yn” made me extra angry go trip down some stairs kana

Anonymous asked:

u made my week with the update 😭🖤 i hate kana sfm lol

Anonymous asked:

kana suffering either way the story goes? I'm in -🦄

Anonymous asked:

kana n suna need to grow up lowkey it’s very highschool

Anonymous asked:

WHOEVER SENT THIS I AM CHOOSING VIOLENCE who's in, let's go beat kana-🦄

Anonymous asked:

hELL YEAAHH GET FUCKED KANA /neg

[ryosei-hime]

Laugh, Laugh, Cry: A Riot Rental

Angel rents Robo-Fizz to get to know him better. I should probably note that this is set pre-pilot, so it's just Angel on his own for the most part. With Cherri as his main friend and support. Also available on AO3.

Angel put out his cigarette and blew one last cloud of smoke in the air as he leaned back on the chaise lounge in his dressing room, waiting for his special delivery. He turned the business card the robotic jester had given him in his fingers lazily as he thought about it. 

He didn’t know why he’d bothered to call and rent him. He didn’t find him particularly attractive, not physically anyways. He certainly exuded a sexual energy that Angel could appreciate but the clown aesthetics were just all wrong for him. 

But he had a certain kind of charisma that made Angel want to get to know him more. Something mysterious? Chaotic, that was for sure. He seemed like he could be fun to party with and this was the easiest way to get in contact with him. He looked up at a knock on his door and smiled. 

“Come in.” 

The door swung open and Fizz posed seductively against the door frame, running his hands down his body as he shook his hips a bit. 

“Sp-special delivery.” He looked suddenly surprised to see him. “Why, Mr. Spider! We me-eet again.” 

“Like you didn’t know,” Angel sat up, a pair of hands gripping the edge of the chaise as he pushed himself forward. The other pair crossed as he gave Fizz an unimpressed look. “My name’s on the door.” 

“So, it is.” Fizz said with a grin, studying the star there as if just noticing it before stepping back out suddenly.

Angel quirked a brow and craned his neck in an attempt to see where he’d gone. Fizz did a short cartwheel back into the room, a stretchy arm pulling the door closed behind him as he landed on his knees and slid to the chaise lounge. His hands gripped the edge next to Angel’s to stop his momentum, leaning up towards his face. 

“Hi, hot st-stuff.” 

Angel didn’t move or let on how impressed he was by the new entrance. He did have his flair and his erratic behavior made Angel want to see what he’d do next. But he didn’t have to let Fizz know that.

“Hi, yerself,” he replied coolly.  

“Miss me?” 

“You left an impression.”

His free hands came up to cup the jester’s face. He had an adoring look as he stared up at him. Not that Angel wasn’t used to being admired. But he suspected it was no strange thing to Fizz either and he couldn’t be sure it wasn’t all part of the act. He was a client right now, after all. Fizz turned his face in towards a palm, smiling. 

“Wh-what’s on the agenda, sweethea-eart?” 

“Nothin’ really. Just wanted to see ya again.” 

Angel released his face and leaned back, posing just a bit. He didn’t feel comfortable enough with the other entertainer to drop the cool porn star act yet. Fizz stayed on his knees, and Angel could feel his eyes tracking up and down his body. It made him smile. 

“Like what ya see, pal?” 

“Who do-doesn’t like a masterpiece?” 

“Good one.” He smirked and held up a finger, beckoning him. “Get up here. If yer good, I’ll let ya touch the art.” 

Fizz did as he was told and joined Angel on the chaise lounge, keeping his hands to himself. Well, wasn’t he the obedient one? Not quite what he expected after the scene he’d caused when they’d met.

“What was all that at the party about?” 

“Fun,” Fizz replied, grinning. 

“You make a habit of pissin’ off yer clients?” 

“O-only the ones I don’t like en-enough to see again.” 

“Not a very good business practice.” 

“I don’t get to ke-ep the money so why should I ca-are? It’s more about what I think’s worth the b-beating.” 

Fizz’s voice was as sharp as his teeth and Angel wondered if that was the mask slipping a bit or still part of his act. 

“Ya got a phone?” 

“For wo-ork.” 

“That’s what I thought. Here.” 

Angel tossed a cheap prepaid flip phone at him. He looked a little confused as he caught it. 

“One your boss don’t have access to.” 

“Th-thanks, but I can’t give you fr-free sexting.” 

“I don’t wanna see ya as a client.” Fizz tilted his head slightly in confusion. “Thought we could hang out off the clock sometime.” 

Fizz chuckled. It started out low before he burst into a full on cackle. Angel raised an eyebrow and eyed him uncertainly. 

“What’s so fuckin funny?” 

“I’m always on the clo-ock. I don’t need to eat, sle-eep, or br-breathe. And I’m literal pr-property. You think I get ti-ime to myself? That’s the hei-height of hilarity.” 

“What, you never stop workin?” 

“Only for m-maintenance. An-nd as you can see, there’s as little of th-that as they can get away with.” 

“Shit, and I thought I had it hard.” Angel looked genuinely disappointed. “How’re we ‘spose to party together if ya don’t have time off?” 

Fizz looked intrigued. 

“You really want to be fr-friends?” 

“Sure, why not?” 

Fizz seemed thoughtful for a moment.

“I have an idea.” He grinned from ear to ear. “Offer to t-train me.” 

“Train ya in what?” 

“Acting. You’re the b-best porn star in the industry-y. Make Mammon think you could im-improve my ability to acquire repeat cu-customers and you’d even get paid to be with m-me.” 

Angel grinned back. 

“I like it. Yer more than a pretty face, huh?” 

Fizz’s conniving smirk turned into an innocent smile as he put a finger to his lips and tilted his head, eyes wide to enhance the cuteness factor. 

“I don’t know wh-what you mean.” 

Angel laughed and Fizz stuck out his tongue. Angel held out his second pair of arms as he leaned back, supporting himself with the first. 

“Well, I told ya if you were good you could touch the art. How’d’ya wanna touch it?” 

There was an excitement in Fizz’s eyes that was a bit flattering as he wrapped his arms around Angel’s torso a few times before pulling himself in and planting his face in his chest fluff. Angel shook his head as Fizz rubbed his cheeks against it happily. 

“Yeah, that’s a popular exhibit.” 

Angel let himself fall back on the chaise, taking the jester with him. Fizz curled up on top of him and he put a pair of arms around him in return. Another hand rested on his head. 

“You can be kinda cute, ya know that?” 

“I’m d-damn cute,” Fizz replied, voice muffled as he buried his face as far into his chest fluff as he could. 

Angel gave a little laugh. 

“First time I ever paid someone else to let ‘em feel me up.” 

“If y-you want your m-money’s worth, you still have an ho-our and a half to use me.” 

Angel’s hand stroked his head softly and the humor left his face. 

“Nah. That’s not what I’m after. I like this.” 

“It’s nice,” Fizz agreed. “You’re so-oft.”

“The arm thing ya got goin’ on’s pretty good. Ya get a lotta people wantin’ to be squeezed?”

“Yep.”

“Figures. You gotta be in high demand with crush fetishists.” 

“Th-they have to sign sp-special waivers. I’ve killed a few ca-cause they don’t know when to tell me to-to stop.” 

“Sounds like that’s on them.”

“What do you do wh-when you’re not working?” 

“Party mostly,” Angel replied. “Guess you only get to see the parties your clients take you to. Probably all borin as shit. We gotta get wasted with Cherri next time.” 

“I can’t get wa-wasted.” 

“Fuck what do you do for fun?” 

“Fu-fuck with people,” Fizz said with a laugh. 

Angel was caught off guard as he blew a raspberry in his chest fluff. He’d burrowed so far in that he managed to apply the tickling sensation directly to his skin. Angel shrieked in surprised laughter and pushed at his head. 

“Stoppit!” Angel cried, as Fizz fought against the pushing limbs to get another in. “Fermare!”

Angel pushed him off and held him up entirely, all arms out now. Fizz smirked down at him as he hung in the air, arms still coiled around Angel’s torso.

“Mm. I-i-I like em strong.” He gave Angel an appreciative grin. “Got anym-more arms hiding in there?”

“Crazy bastard,” Angel shot back, a faint smile lightening his features. “Do that again and we’re over. Got it?” 

Fizz nodded, the coils of his arm shifting around Angel like a snake as his hand stretched up to cross his heart. Angel lowered him again, cautiously, letting him cuddle close once more. He seemed so satisfied with himself, face the picture of smug as he rubbed his cheek against Angel’s fluff again. 

Angel honestly couldn’t wait to show the jester his first night of real freedom. As crazy as he seemed under someone’s thumb, it was guaranteed to be a wild night once he’d been set loose. He ran his hands over Fizz lazily here and there as they resumed small talk and planning. 

[hickorydickkorydoc]

You Don’t Know My Name (Tim Drake x Reader)

Requested: nah HAHAHA just writing for my own pleasure :))

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: None

A/N: so I guess I’m doing a song fic?? I know I’m new here n I’m pretty sure I only said I vibe w DC n Broadway lololol- but one thing many people in my life know about me is that I LOVE Alicia Keys. This is one of my favorite songs from her and the whole “Diary of Alicia Keys” album and I just really love the MV so I wanted to turn it into this. Don’t forget to hit up my asks for requests! 

KEY: Y/N: Your Name Y/H/C: Your Hair Color indent: Lyrics from the song

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Baby, baby, baby,  from the day I saw you, I really, really wanted to catch your eye.

You run into your job with minutes to spare before you were considered late, flattening your uniform from the crinkles that were earned from running into the coffee house.

“You’re lucky, (Y/N), with seconds to spare.” 

You hear the comment your boss throws at you, feeling kind of annoyed.

“At least I made it.” You say with a hint of irritation in your voice as you clocked in for your shift.  

You threw on your apron and got ready for work. You took the 9-5 shift here as a way to make extra cash over the break before you headed back to college. This job could have been worse, but you were getting paid a decent amount to support yourself and to do what you wanted. 

 The morning was sluggish, but today the coffee house got a lunch rush. As businessmen and women entered in their expensive suits and leather shoes, you had a bit of hope that you’d get bigger tips than usual. You ran around taking orders and bringing the customers their second coffee of the day, it was normal.

Then, he walked in. 

 A young man with raven colored hair with gleaming blue eyes walked in. You spotted him from the corner of your eye as you brought a cup of coffee to table 12. You’d seen him before, but not up close. You thought he was charming, and he seemed to be your age as well. 

 You don’t know what changed in you. You wanted to say hello, you wanted to ask him how he’s doing, you wanted to ask who he was, you wanted him to notice you.

Something special ‘bout you, I must really like you. Cause not a lot of guys are worth my time.

From that day forward, he came on Wednesdays during his lunch break. He’d always order the coffee which was not a surprise to his coworkers  as he “was fuelled by coffee” as you’d hear it. You learned his name was Tim Drake through the whispers of the other customers as they watched him enter. You always put real milk instead of water even though your boss would call you out on it. This guy was worth more than the cheap instant coffee with just water, you thought he was kind of sweet. 

It was a new feeling, you never really gave much time to guys cause they weren’t worth it, but this guy was. 

“She’s quite pretty.” 

He thought to himself as he watched you converse with the customers with a smile as you laughed at the corny joke the older woman you were attending to cracked. He wanted to chat with you, but the lunch break was short and Wayne Enterprises needed the CEO present for the meetings of the day. 

 “Damn. One day.” He muttered to himself as he had to leave. Before he goes, he spots a glass bowl that was labeled “BUSINESS CARDS” on it. 

 “Eh, why not?” 

 He dropped his in there for the fun of it. Wayne Enterprises didn’t need anymore fame that it already got, so he dropped his own. 

 Oh baby, baby, baby, it’s getting kinda crazy. Cause you are taking over my mind.

 As you watch him walk out the diner, you feel a little sad watching him go. You loved to serve him the special, the short interaction of saying “Here’s your order, sir.” was blissful and receiving the smile and the faint “Thank you.” was enough to make your heart go pounding and making you smile like an idiot for the rest of the lunch rush.

 Every time he left, the rest would follow as their lunch breaks also finished. This let the coffee house go back into its relaxed state with customers coming and going. You watched them eat their burgers and fries whilst you thought about-

 “Tim Drake?” You heard your coworker say. 

 What? now Belinda has mind reading powers and is out here trying to embarrass you?

 “Sorry?” You say feeling a bit flustered with slight fear that maybe Belinda really did have mind reading powers and read through your thoughts.

 “Tim Drake of Wayne Enterprises dropped his card into the bowl. Huh, interesting.” 

 Belinda said as she dropped it back into the bowl. As she walks away, curiosity got the best of you as you grabbed the bowl and took the card.

 “Oh my God.” You thought to yourself. You knew what you were going to do with that card. You saw the number, you had a working cellphone, it was all the components of a crazy plan you were going to pull off.

 “I’m gonna have to just go ahead and call this boy.”  

 *********

 Another day at Wayne Enterprises meant endless meetings, dealing with angry ex lovers of Bruce Wayne at the concierge, and looking at a bunch of new business ventures. Tim was fuelled by coffee and ran on negative hours of sleep.

 As the day paced through slowly, it was finally over. Tim headed back to Wayne Manor to do more work. As he entered and changed into lounging clothes, he expected another evening of writing on excel sheets and attending to his duties as a vigilante.

 His thoughts as to what the next big investment would be paused as he heard his phone ring. An unknown number was displayed across the screen, he answered it.

 “Hello?”

 “Hello? Can I please speak to - to Tim?”

 “This is him speaking, may I help you?”

 “Oh hey, how ya doin’? Uh, I feel kinda silly doing this but uh, this is the waitress from the coffee house across Wayne Enterprises. You know, the one with the (Y/H/C) hair?”

 He smiles to himself as he recognized you by just that hint. 

 “Oh yes, hello! Miss...?”

 “(Y/N). So sorry to bother you but, I found your number in the business cards bowl.”

 “Of course, my bad I slipped for a bit, I just realized I never really caught your name on your tag.” He chuckles through the phone.

 You chuckle along as you would assume someone so young with a top position at a company would be sharper.

 “Yeah, well I see you on Wednesdays all the time. You come in every Wednesday on your lunch break I think. You always order the special, with the coffee. And my manager be tripping and stuff saying that we gotta use water. But I always use some milk and cream for you ‘cause I think you’re kinda sweet.” You mention that to him with the confidence that was erupting within. 

He blushed slightly at your remark and the gesture that you reserved just for him when he ate there. 

 “Why thank you, (Y/N). I really appreciate that.”

 Conversing with you even on the phone was enough to make this boy fall even harder for the girl he didn’t even know the name of at first. You take a glimpse at the time realizing it was getting dark and you probably shouldn’t bother such a busy guy.

 “Look man, I mean I don’t wanna waste your time, but...”

 “Oh no worries, I’m free the rest of the day.” He lies just so he can get a few more minutes of hearing your serene voice. 

 “I know girls don’t usually do this but I was wondering if maybe we could get together outside the restaurant one day? Cause I do look a lot different outside my work clothes.”

 His smile became even bigger with this newfound joy that erupted once you asked him. He chuckled at the last portion of you asking him out. He knew you’d look gorgeous in anything, even in Pajamas.

 “I’d love to, (Y/N). What about Thursday?”

 You smiled like an idiot once he said yes to meeting you. Your blood was rushing and you were filled with excitement.

 “Yes, Thursday’s perfect.” You smiled as you answered.

 “Great! see you on Thursday, (Y/N). Looking forward to it. Gotta get back to doing some work.” Tim answers back to you.

 “Oh yes! See you then!” You hung up the phone and screeched like a giddy child. Unbeknownst to you he was practically doing the same thing. This was gonna be great. 

[eternal-bangtan]

BTS game

hello i was tagged by @fictionbunny @kimsouthjoon @hobis-glasses @kookie-off-his-kookie to do this one of the most complicated tags to me cuz i really dont like to choose amongst these things -_- just wanna say that i appreciate every era every hair colour they pull them off like crazy every song every mv every moment etc so i wanna punch the air and eat my fist rn but lets try im gonna break every rule i can tho dont fucking @ me fuck this shit  expect a lot of words     keep reading fucked up all the mentions im sorry ;( just scroll to the bottom

1. First BTS song? DNA but yo when i was in my active yt phase (2015-) i think i watched fine bros ent and they showed kpop mvs to random ppl and i think (i only realized it months later) they showed bst mv and at those times i was wow those kpop dudes r so extra with mvs like this dlfsjkljkfdhf also i think somewhere on 9gag i saw a lil clip of fire mv and i remembered joons verse just visuals and the rythm or melody or idk this is how i didnt know who r bts but i remembered that dudes (joon) face so yeah idk how to feel

2. First bias? as i just whined in the tags in previous posts it was taehyung

3. Current bias? ot7 biased i had sth clicking in me with every member but ofc sometimes i have moods related to a certain member :)

4. Put the members in order of your bias list: nO idk how am i supposed to choose 

5. Favorite BTS song? well fuck u too let me know rain serendipity pied piper dimple gogo trivia love singularity fake love tear anpanman love maze so what  black swan ugh jamais vu interlude shadow my time louder than bombs on 00:00 home mikrokosmos intro the most beautiful moment in life hold me tight autumn leaves run silver spoon save me epilogue young forever butterfly house of cards love is not over converse high outro propose where you from intro skool luv affair blood swear and tears lie mama awake lost begin cypher 4 intro boy meets evil spring day outro wings we are bulletproof pt 2 like outro circle room cypher dream glow who feat lauv no more dream ddaeng chicken noodle soup sea should i continue???????

6. Favorite underrated BTS song? i dont even know overrated songs?? if u can put it like this 

7. Favorite song of Wings? ................. no one is going to read all of this anyway but i mentioned some in 5th question fhahaha

8. Favorite songs of each LY Her, Tear, Answer? same here lmao yes im doing this on purpose who cares

9. Favorite music video?  ON Kinetic Manifesto Film : Come Prima i think cuz bruh the choreo this is what i love the most about mvs sdfhsdlkhsf 

10. Favorite dancer? out of dance line? uh THEY ALL DANCE IN SUCH DIFFERENT STYLES WTF ok so im a fan of hip hop so i really love hobis style but oh my god the way jungkook moves or does whatever??? im losing my shit?? jimin hello he made me love contemporary with black swan even tho i wasnt a fan of it taehyung BITCH SHOULD I EVEN START HE APPEARS ON STAGE AND U FEEL IT RIGHT AFTER

11. Favorite vocalist? should i reply like i did previously :/ ngl tho i prefer lower voices irl cuz they make me feels things but bro nah no way i can reply to this properly i keep listening to them i feeling their voices differently even in some new ways and im blown away fuck u 

12. Favorite rapper? f u c k  u  one thing im gonna say tho idk how but a lot of times whenever i hear hobis verses in majority of songs im like YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO :OOOOOOOOOOOO IM LOVING THIS NOT NORMAL AMOUNT but should i start about their different flows or how much they experiment with it and how cool is that??? and how they feel themselves and how good they r at this??? nah fr fuck u -_- metaphorical ‘u’ 

13. Favorite hair color on each member? uh plz dont forget about my disclaimer namjoon-grape peachy platinum blonde, jin-blonde purple pink, yoongi-mint black blonde fake love era hair, hoseok-blonde fake love era hair chicken noodle soup hair longish hair esp during tear performances -_-, jimin-blonde black silver pink blue and honesly all those colours he had during lys tour????, taehyung-dna hair perm he has rn mint red peachy blue and also all that ly tour hair, jungkook-long hair blonde cherry all kinds of ombre he has rn dna era hair too and fake love hair and bst hair and i think there r more but i dont remember ;(

14. Favorite choreography? on black swan fake love bst boy with luv dionysus save me etc shOULD I MENTION THOSE DANCE BREAKS THEY HAD DURING AWARD SHOWS LOL

15. Favorite (bromance) ship? GOD I LOVE ALL THEIR BONDS SO MUCH ITS SO PRECIOUS AND SPECIAL my ults tho r taekook yoonminseok and namjin cuz i prefer it this way in fanfics but irl or how do i say it from all the content we get i love every bromance thingy they have tho????? LIKEEEE THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH AND CARE FOR EACH OTHER SO MUCH I CAN TALK ABOUT IT FOR HOURS HOW MUCH ALL OF THEM MEAN TO EACH OTHER AND HOW MANY TAEJINYOONKOOKMINJOONVHOPEYOONSEOKJIHOPENAMGI2SEOKEVRYTHINGEVERPOSSIBLEETC THREADS I RETWEETED they melt my heart they really show how u r supposed to treat ur closest ppl u kno? they accepted each other and all those personal traits that seemed so weird and unfamiliar at first and they know each other so well and r so caring and loving and supportive but how do we do shit irl? bitch u piss me off real bad u better fuckk off or else- ofc im exaggerating but shit like this happens and its really time to rethink some shit and well i really learnt a lot 

thank u for u patience 

im tagging @darlingjoon @starry-tae @stargazingjin @crytaeby @cyphertaehyungie @brightlytae @vjimin @monojoons @jungkpop @jungkooksmoon @itseokjins @flowerbangtann @lucid-jjin @yoonshadow @agu5td @hosnack @jjkguk @hwagaemkt @utopiajeon @nemjyoon @sunshineggukie @mapofugh or whoever else wants or well sorry if u were tagged or did this already also u may read its pointless anyways so  yeah i hope u r having a good time day night week mood etc or if u dont plz do 

[saint-patrice]

torey krug for @bigbruinsenergy !

life:made 😎 nah fr, thank you for this request my friend!! i was very excited to do one for torey, he’s quite the character and i love him A Lot

Note: a few people have said they like these posts, so i’m happy to take requests if there’s a particular player you’d like to see! see this page (i don’t think it works on mobile because tumblr is a burning shitpile, sorry) for details, and a list of ones i’ve done so far :) i have quite a few requests rn, but feel free to keep em coming!

he may be short, but he is powerful!! or in the words of the bruins’ twitter account, “torey krug: angry”. an unforgettable moment from this season, torey was really living every bruins fan’s dream of completely and aggressively flattening a blues player in this moment. and i salute him for it

here he is, in all his glory, laughing his ass off at the entire new jersey bench. he’s honestly such a little bastard and that’s precisely why i love him. he’s full of love for his teammates and nothing but spite for everyone else. it’s very sexy of him, really 

baby krug!!!! isn’t she just the cutest, she’s so tiny 😭 the baby pictures have been just about the only thing making offseason bearable thus far

it must be a cruel god we have for him to put a 5′9 man (or 3 of them...) on a team with someone an entire foot taller than him. but it makes for great content so honestly, who’s complaining. this has the precise energy of a young girl playing dress-up with her mom’s clothes. it’s undeniable

the effort he has to go to... oh my god. he truly is a short king

i know brad and torey are always at each other’s throats on twitter but this... this is straight up murder, holy shit. “we just use your tongue to resurface the ice” - even i felt that. is brad okay?? i mean these tweets are old but still, that’s gotta leave a lasting wound on a man’s psyche. let it be known that torey krug takes no prisoners

just a father, lovingly cradling his tiny son

look at this dapper man!! while i very much appreciate the ‘peaky bruins’ winter classic outfits, some of them look kinda odd (please see: zdeno chara, 19th century plague doctor). but i think kreauty’s is really nice!! a good all-grey look, with that red tie to brigten it up. and i think his shirt is pale blue rather than white?? i like it. he suits the cap too. looks like a man i’d buy a new fountain pen and perhaps a pocket watch from

(gif via @pavszacha​) pray tell, why do we have the prettiest team? and what colour are his eyes?? green? brown? grey? who knows, but i love them a lot

he’s wearing brad’s stuff.

i would like to draw your attention to the shirt torey is wearing. no, you are not hallucinating. yes, his shirt says “mcavoy: i’m lovin’ him”. i need to know where to purchase this because it’s the only thing i want to wear for the rest of my life. additionally, it is a proven fact that no one loves the boston bruins more than the boston bruins. for real

the reason he’s so angry is that he’s short, and therefore closer to hell. however, i have adopted “i’m punching him then” as a frequently used phrase in my daily life, i must admit. it’s pretty good

i would now like to interrupt your regularly scheduled programming for a small collection of gifs of mr torey krug winking:

(gifs via @bradmarchrad​, @noeldozer​, and @kureally​) regularly scheduled programming will now resume

what’s a kiss between two 5′9 hockey guys?

this entire thing is comedy gold tbh. nhl 2003 for playstation. (my turtles). graduated from DARE. chicken and rice. iconic. i did get emo looking at ‘pro hockey player’ though like,, he really did that. he’s out there living his dreams. i am proud. and i’m sure there’s plenty of time for architecture after he retires too

he also has meme potential!! this is excellent because it applies to so many of life’s situations. particularly applicable to just about everything sweeney has done so far this free agency, but we won’t get into that

based on his reaction, you’d assume that the refs have just called a bad penalty or something (although not that they ever would), but no. he has in fact just scored a goal. $100 to anyone who is able to figure out why he is so displeased with this fact

...don’t speak to me or my son ever again

oooh take a look at these marvelous boys! extremely beautiful. black shirts are underrated imo, still as ~classy and refined~ as a plain white shirt, but it spices things up a little. poll: is torey krug a stylish legend? yes or yes

backes is just trying to celebrate the goal when along comes torey, resident nuisance. why is he like This

he has somehow perfectly mastered the skill of looking 14 and 40 at the same time, and it weirds me out a bit. i’ll just say he’s Timeless and move on

going to see a football game with the boys 💪🏻💪🏻 i cannot help but note the mild irony of torey in a gronk jersey - i would like a photo of the two of them together. also, this was posted here with the caption “brave of torey to post a picture where he looks like that next to three guys who look like that” and like torey, my man, i’m so sorry but i have to agree. the hat gives him a very non-threatening gnomish vibe. i’m sorry but it’s the truth

i have never in my life seen someone look so pleased with a simple fistbump. but you do you, man - whatever makes you happy. it’s also very deliberately delivered. it leaves me slightly confused overall. come to think of it, i don’t think i’ve ever seen a normal, well-executed fistbump on the bench, bruins or otherwise. hockey players are strange creatures

more tiny baby krug!!! she is so little oh gosh. adorable

a visual representation of all of bruins tumblr marvelling at patrice. me too, torey. me too.

TOREY !!!!! yet another murder, someone restrain this man before he can do any more damage oh my god

oof what a photo, i love this. and yet again, torey krug: angry. but we wouldn’t want him any other way. i love u, scorey krug!

bonus!

(gif via @marchnds​) i know this isn’t of torey, but i would be completely remiss to not include this gif of brad losing his shit after saying that torey looks like danny devito

 thank you for the request, i hope you enjoy!! 💕

[cats-artbag]

MASSIVE INFLUX OF SWAPOUT REPLIES [March - April 2018]

Yep :D

I’ve had a few ask about a fanfic of SwapOut :O Do you guys mean a fanfic version or like... a kinda expansion of the story? Like side stories etc.? I guess that’d be cool to do!

@mistytheguardian yep :D

And nah it’s a thing :

@agent--pluto @colourdrago @ajleanon5 

Yep, for one, his HP is a full 680/680 (same as UT!Pap’s health). Which would’ve made the origin of his scar even more confusing since he isn’t “hurt”.

And Swap probably doesn’t wanna risk Sans seeing things that he might’ve been able to see.

@fr-e-sh--h-otca-ts (holy shit your username is 👌 in more ways than one) @bstick-2015 @superblueluver 

Aha I love it when you guys pick up on the little details when I actually do have little details >8′D

Aw thank you so much!! aAND PFFHAHA I’m sorry, I tend not to reply immediately to things (hence these massive reply posts I do every now and then)

I’m flattered!! I love him as much as everyone else so I wanted to do him justice <3 Just don’t be creepy to him!! But really thanks I’m happy for the comment!!

And all the other nice people who dropped by! :

@tiny-lil-dragons (wish tumblr would just tag people properly)

Aw thank YOU for actually making an account just to follow me! :O It always feels amazing when people care about my stuff enough to do so <3 And thanks! I do spend a lot of energy in this comic, really appreciate it!

@einsamenaufstieg

Oof I should’ve replied to this WAY sooner, and if I did, I can’t remember. Go ahead!! There have already been several UT comics of characters crossing universes so it’s definitely a thing we do haha x’D Frisk in Underswap would be interesting!

@batmanfan3492 @nicte-boonart @dittoqueeno @calista-222 @em-n-underhell 

Thank you thank you THANK YOU!! I’m really happy that I’m able to evoke emotions in others with my work, it means my story which I’ve worked long and hard on is coming across to you guys :’D And to be honest, I probably still take way too long to get poses down (if you watch my drawing streams you would’ve seen how horrendously long i take to draw a page) and to get the colouring and everything down so that I’M happy with it. So to hear you guys loving it is a real relief <3 And hearing that my comic is one of the best to you is like?? a shock?? cos i certainly don’t think so but wOW IM FLATTERED THANK YOU

Again, thanks for all the asks and the love!! ;w;/ I seriously appreciate them and I wish I could reply to them sooner but it takes me so long to get around to them. I literally have to sit down for a good few hours and just reply to asks without doing anything else... and usually I have too much on my mind already or spending time for myself or opt to do the pages with the time I have instead D’| You’d think replying individually once they come in would be better too but tbh I still kinda prefer it this way in huge chunks cos its not as spammy?? idk

So for those who take the time to send asks or comments or anything and kinda expect a reply but not really cos you know the person’s busy but you’re kinda hoping anyway, I know how you feel!! I’m gonna consciously put aside time for the rest of the months’ asks in my inbox while I’m too busy for pages!! Finally!!

[MORE REPLIES TO COME]

[odderancyart]

so i literally had a dream that you wrote IBVS errorlust - i dont know how since lust isnt in IBVS, but im throwing that here as a suggestion anyways lmao if you ever wanna write it

So you’re dreaming of me, Galli? Kidding, obviously, but yes. I immediately fell in love with this have 2812 words of my BS. It’s midnight now when did that happen.

IBVS @onebizarrekai

The new school was interesting, to say the least. Hanging upside down in one of the climbing ropes, Lucian watched the other students in the gym. Ink – or Isaac, he supposed, but no one seemed to call him that – sat in the corner with his friend Chris, glaring at the ‘school king’, who was hanging out with his buddies by the weights. He sniggered at his own pun, reaching up to grab the rope and pull himself upright again. The world spun for a moment as he did.Too much blood in his head. And wasn’t that a weird concept too? What even was a school king, anyway?

A couple eyes were on him, which was expected. With his dark red hair, freckles, and green eyes, he knew he was attractive. And of course, being in the position he was, it was bound he’d get attention. He grinned down at those staring at him, tiny so far below, and let himself fall upside down again. He was just under the high ceiling. If he’d climb just a bit higher, he could easily touch it. When he glanced up, he saw that his turquoise tank top had slid down, revealing his tanned stomach. Well that explained why some of them looked so doe-eyed. Lucian chuckled, winking at one of the girls down there. His grin only grew as she blushed.

He’d heard that he’d already been given one of those nicknames ‘Error’ was so fond of giving out. Lust. He couldn’t say it wasn’t fitting, he’d always been a flirt. He’d had at least a dozen datemates of various stages of seriousness in his old school before they moved here. Not on the same time, of course, except that one time it had been polyamory and perfectly consensual. Being a flirt didn’t excuse being a jerk after all.

In the corner of his eye, he saw Error get up, and he raised an eyebrow as he waved for his… friends? Minions? To not follow him. He made his way over toward the doors, and that meant his way would go past Lucian. He regarded the other appreciatively. Error was good-looking, he had to give him that. With that dark hair and those brown eyes… well. One couldn’t blame a guy for trying, right?

Just as he came past, he heaved himself up and basically let go off the rope. Quick as a viper, he slid down. It burned through his sweatpants, but it was a familiar sensation. Just before he hit the floor, he grasped the rope again, stopping himself.

Only a meter away at the moment, Error twitched, swearing in surprise. He glared at Lucian, who just smiled. “What the fuck, dude?”

“Hello, Edward,” he said, extending his hand as he jumped down on the floor. He smiled his most charming smile. “Or Error, if you prefer that. I don’t believe we’ve met. You’re looking Sharp.” When Error just stared at him in bewilderment, he grinned. “That’s me. Lucian Sharp. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“Oh. Yeah, you’re the one who’ve already tried to get half the school in bed, aren’t you?”

He blinked, smile turning loop-sided. “Well. Get them in bed is a bit of a stretch. I’m just being friendly! New city and all, I do need to make some friends.”

Error looked unimpressed, shoving him aside. “Well I’msure as hell not going to be one of them. Keep out of my way, Lust.”

Stumbling to the side, Lucian raised an eyebrow. He hummed as the other left and regarded him from behind. The corners of his mouth tugged upwards.

He always did like a challenge.

…

“Thank you darling.” Lust smiled brightly at the ice cream seller as he handed him a strawberry cone. “I love your hair!”

“Thank you,” the ice cream man replied, smiling as he pulled his fingers through his blue-dyed hair. “Oh, and that’s two dollars and fifty cents.”

Nodding, he reached into the pocket of his tight jeans, fishing out three coins and handing them to the seller. Then he turned around to his newest friend, Bianca, who was already licking at her ice cream. She reached out to brush off some dirt from his black tank top. It had a purple heart in the middle – his favourite motif. Over it, he wore a short jeans jacket, since it was a bit chilly today.

As she pulled her hand back, she subtly pointed behind him. “Hey Lucy, Look who’s in the park today.”

“Oh?” He turned around and she stepped up to join him. A delighted smile lit up his face. Oh my gosh. That was Error, by the fountain, with a kid. The kid was the palest person Lucian had ever seen, and he was pointing eagerly at something Lucian couldn’t see. But what he could see was that Error was listening attentively, nodding as the kid chattered on. “That’s so cute,” he squealed, clapping his hands together. He loved kids, and stars, seeing Error so gentle with one just made him even more attractive. He seized Bianca’s hand, pulling her toward the fountain. She laughed and obediently followed.

“Error! Hi!” he called, and Error twisted around. They pushed themselves through a crowd and he ignored the stranger who yelled “Nice ass!” at either him or Bianca in favour of waving.

Error’s eyes widened as he saw them. He threw himself on his feet, scowling. “What do you want, Lust?”

“Ed, who’s that?” the kid asked, eyes flickering between them. Curiosity shone in them as he looked at Lucian, and Lucian smiled wider, waving at him as well.

“Hello kiddo. We’re Edward’s classmates. And we just wanted to say hi!”

“Well now you’ve done that, go the fuck away,” Error growled.

Lucian pouted, crossing his arms. “Now that’s not very nice, sweetheart.”

“And I should care why?” Error grabbed the kid’s hand, turning his back to them. “C’mon Geno, we’ll go somewhere without annoyances.”

Soon he was gone. Bianca patted his shoulder. “Sorry, pal. Even if I’m not sure why you decided you like Edward Quinton of all people.”

He chuckled, grinning at her. “Oh I’m not giving up that easily. I am befriending him if it’s the last thing I do.”

“I admire your stubbornness.”                            

“You should,love.”

…

It was one of the cronies that finally made him snap.

Catcalls, he could take. It was what you got when you dressed like he did and flirted with anyone who seemed nice. Even certain kinds of touches he hadn’t asked for. Lucian was in no way uncomfortable with physical contact, in fact he craved it. But when he was just trying to get to class in time, as he was running late, and one of those huge jocks grabbed him and pressed him up against one of the lockers with one of those disgusting smiles on his face, he wasn’t going to stand for it. The metal lockers were cold against his back as he gritted his teeth, glaring at the enormous teen holding his arms in place. He could taste the other’s breath, and it was making him nauseous.

“Let. Me. Go,” he growled, clenching his fists until his nails dug into his palms. He stared straight into the jock’s blue eyes.

“Nah,” the jock said flippantly, grinning wider. “I don’t think I will, sweetheart.”

In that very moment, the bell rang for the second time. Class had begun. Oh fuck this. “Last warning. Let go off me. I’m late for class, you asshole.” He got a similar response.

“Fuck you,” he spat. Just as the jock opened his mouth to make some ‘clever’ comeback, he threw up with his knee, right into his crotch as hard as he could. The jock groaned and let go off him, bending over. Without a word, Lucian stepped around him, grabbing his arm and twisted it behind his back. The jock whimpered as he held it in an iron grip, threatening to dislocate the other’s shoulder. Smiling sweetly, he leaned over thejock’s shoulder. “Don’t you dare try something like that again, darling,” he whispered. “To anyone. I didn’t go to self-defence classes for seven years to be harassed in the school hallway. Understood?”

When they nodded, wide-eyed, he let go off them. He jerked his backpack off the ground, throwing it over one of his shoulders. “Now if you excuse me, I must go explain to Ms. Williams exactly why I’m late.”

Without gracing the jock with a gaze, he turned around and began his trek to the classroom. Just as he reached a corner, Error came around, stopping dead as he saw the jock still on the ground, nursing his aching arm. What a baby. Lucian had had far worse than that in gymnastics training. He smiled humourlessly at Error. “Tell your buddies to stay the fuck away from me, ‘kay, sweetheart? I really don’t like people who try to force themselves into others’ space.” He didn’t wait for an answer before he stepped past the other. “Thank you, love. Really appreciate it.”

He could still feel Error’s stare in his back as he slipped into the right classroom.

…

The wind was frisk as he ran home. His bag bounced on his back and his skirt flapped around his legs as his feet thumped against the pavement. He hadn’t even stayed to say goodbye to Bianca and his other new friends, had been straight out of school as soon as the clock rang the last time. His fingers clenched around the shoulder strap and his gritted his teethas his street came into view. He stopped in his tracks, raising his arm to wipe away the tears he’d finally let slip when he left school. Then he picked up wet wipes from his bag to wipe off his face. He took a deep breath. He couldn’t let his brother worry.

It was his old school all over again. There was no way he was going to detention for defending himself again. He’d hire a lawyer if he must. Fuck, he should’ve learnt by now that schools never did anything about their ‘stars’. Lucian bit down on his lip to force himself to stop crying. Stupid. That was what he was, for thinking it would be different after they moved away. He’d always been too optimistic.

Exhaling, he stepped around the last corner into his street. The rose hedge stood tall, making it impossible to see inside the garden until he reached the metal gate. There, he froze with one hand on it. He blinked to make sure he was seeing right. “Error?” exclaimed, voice full of disbelief.

The school king looked up from his phone where he stood, leaned against a porch pillar. He smirked as he saw Lucien’s shock. “Lust,” he greeted, nodding.

After a moment, Lucien gathered himself and opened the gate, so he could come inside. God was he glad he’d cleaned himself up now. “What are you doing here, love?”

“I’m impressed,” Error admitted, “with how you dealt with Jesper. He’s an asshole, but a strong one.”

Smiling faintly, Lucien dropped his bag on the porch, sticking his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. “Thanks. My parents made me and my brother go to self-defence when I started developing my own style. Not everyone’s so understanding of a pansexual, flirty guy who likes to wear ‘women’s’ clothes sometimes.” Extra emphasis on ‘women’s’. It was 2018, people. Why was there even such a thing anymore? Clothes were clothes.

“Well, you’re good.” He stuck his hand into his pocket, fishing up a paper that he threw to Lucian. He caught it mid-air, unfolding it in befuddlement. “A written statement from Jesper about how nothing of what happened was your fault. I live only two blocks away, so I thought I might as well deliver it myself. Give it to the principal, and you’ll be out of detention in no time.”

And indeed. As he read the paper, that was exactly what it was. Jesper, as he apparently was called, took on all guilt and declared Lucian’s actions self-defence. He stared at the paper, reading it over thrice before he turned up to look at Error, mouth agape. “But- Why?”

Error shrugged. “Hey I’m an asshole, but in difference to what you may think, I’m not a supporter of sexual harassment. Anyway, I better get home. See you.”

Before Lucian could get out a word, he was gone. Warmth blossomed in his chest as he stared after him. His eyes flickered back down to the paper, and he smiled brightly. Tears welled up in his eyes again, this time from joy.

Perhaps things would be different after all.

…

After that, he started to hang out around Error more insistently. Jesper avoided him, and so did a couple else of the ‘cronies’, as he’d overheard Ink call them when speaking to Chris. Or Cross. Honestly, he wasn’t sure who he should call by their nicknames and who wanted him to use their names. He’d have to ask Chris someday.

And at some point, Error had come to accept his company, as well as Bianca’s, since she was his new bestie and often came with him to annoy Error.

At this point, he couldn’t deny either that he had fallen in love with the school king. Not that he often denied his crushes or love-interests to himself anyway. But somehow, this did feel a little more serious than it usually did. He leaned on the fence outside of the soccer field, watching Error play with some of his friends. Lucian sighed happily as Error took the ball, dribbling it over the field. He’d actually been offered to play with them, but he’d never been much of a ball-person. Give him a pole or some ropes and he could do anything, but balls… No, not his thing.

He cheered loudly as Error kicked the ball, straight past the goalie, clapping his hands. Error dragged his hands through his hair, grinning at him, and his heart flipped. Oh the Lord have mercy on him. Except not really, he absolutely loved the fuzzy feeling in his chest when he saw Error smile at him.

Eventually, their game ended, and they all flocked around him to pick up their water bottles and some of them pulled of their shirts. Lucian was more than willing to admit most of them were incredibly handsome, but it was really only one of them who he hoped would follow suit. Unfortunately, he didn’t. Ah well.

“You were great, darling,” he sang, draping himself over Error’s shoulders, unbothered by how sweaty he was. “I’ve never cared for ball sports but it’s really fun to watch you play!”

Some of the jocks gave them amused gazes, but no one commented. Whether they simply didn’t much care or were too intimidated by Error, Lucian wasn’t sure. But he was willing to accept anything that meant Error wasn’t going to reject his affections. Even if they were just platonic at this stage.

“I know,” Error replied, obviously smug. Lucian chuckled, resisting the urge to kiss his cheek. Perhaps that’d be going a bit too far, and he didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

The other players soon dispelled, going into the changing rooms. Error escaped him to do the same, but in the spur of the moment, Lucian grabbed his hand. Turning around, confusion on his face, Error opened his mouth to speak. But before he could, Lucian pressed a hand over his mouth.

“I- I need to tell you something,” he said, his heart pounding in his chest. God what was he doing this was very much the plan he didn’t even know if Error liked guys, he might be straight for fuck’s sake- Before his brain could ramble away with him and make him panic, he took a deep breath as the other raised his eyebrows, letting him speak. “I- I like you. Romantically. I completely understand if you don’t feel the same and I’m sorry if I made this awkward but I just wanted to tell you but-”

A hand seized his wrist, pulling his hands away from Error’s mouth. He shut up, snapping his mouth closed. Error’s eyes glittered with amusement and that was good right? Meant he didn’t hate him now, at least. He yelped as Error suddenly pulled and he stumbled forward. Another hand caught his cheek, and his lips met Error’s. Lucian melted. He leaned in against the other, throwing his free arm over the other’s shoulder. Butterflies filled his stomach.

When they parted, he was breathless, and he was certain his cheeks were flushed red. A smile lit up his face. “So… Does that mean…?”

Error returned his smile. “Yeah I like you too, you idiot.”

[throughthedirt]

Season 1: Chapter Nine

Previous Chapter — First Chapter

Miles

It didn't matter that I was just shy of turning 44 years old. The University of Oregon campus was nearly 300 acres of property housing nearly 23,000 students from around the world. Sure, the majority were teens and young adults, but there was no shortage of older individuals seeking education. More so, I didn't have to be a student. I could be a teacher, a maintenance worker, the IT guy, even a fuckin' janitor. For all anyone knew, I belonged here. And the way I walked through those grand, window-framed doors - people knew. I had a purpose. Showing no signs of hesitation, fear, or confusion, I waltzed my way throughout the campus. For nearly an hour, I roamed the campus freely and without even batting an eyelash to any other person. I was mostly ignored by those who did notice me. But for most, it was like I didn't even exist - just like the rest of them. I was just another body in a mass of humans. But I was here for a reason, and that was to fulfill a job and keep a promise; an agreement that got me freedom in 6. Kyle Turner. Kyle fucking Turner. "Fuckin' football prick raped my niece and got off scot-free," as Correctional Lieutenant Dave Ward would say. The very first words of his that changed the course of my history at Oregon State Pen. And I had read the reports, the articles, the media frenzy - all in prison. I knew what he had done, and he was guilty. But a fully-paid scholarship and a hell of a lot of "hush-money" got him nothing. Not even a smack on the wrist. He walked. Went free. And Ward's niece? Well, things didn't go so great for her. Fearing him, she refused her admittance into UofO, afraid she would see him again. So the fucker had to die. And now it was finally time. 

Approaching the glass doors of the Performance Center, I made a fatal mistake. Reaching my hand out to pull on the handle, the door stayed shut. It creaked as I tried to open it - but it was locked. "Uh, hello?" A large football player called to me in his confusion, his mouth agape and his eyes squinted as he made his approach. He was as heavy as he was tall; his long, afro-style hair alone adding inches to his height. "This building is for authorized personnel only..." He said to me, pulling a plastic card from behind him and slipping it through the swipe-pad beside the door. The pad flashed green and the door clicked. Unlocked. This place was advanced, way more security than I could have ever imagined. University of Oregon had changed in the last 6 years. Turning to him, I gave a toothy grin and begin to chuckle. "Boy do I feel old, huh." He looked at me, cautiously as he stood before the door. But I didn't let him disappear into the building before I extracted needed information. "I'm actually lookin' for someone - maybe you can help me..." I iterated, "One of your football mates, Kyle Turner." The player gave me a saucy eye glare. "What about him?" Pausing, I conjured the biggest load of shit I could muster up in 0.2 seconds. "My niece, you know-" I started to chuckle, so much so that it interrupted my speech. "Ah man, this is embarrasing on her part, but she's... she's a HUGE fan of his. And I mean HUGE. She has posters of him all over her room, you know?" "Uh-huh..." Little interest from him. Only suspicion. But I didn't let him get another word in. "I mean she's just nuts for college football. Strange for a girl, no? I guess the world is changin' and I'm far behind. Heh, heh, heh." I chuckled again, trying to fluster the boy with too much information for him to process. "But ANYWAYS -" I continued, "Her birthday's comin' up and I was hopin' to get maybe a... you know... surprise appearance from him?" There was a look of confusion on the poor boy's face. "WITH COMPENSATION, of course." Another smile. "Uhhhhhhhmm, righttttt." He replied. "Let me..." He struggled to respond. Possibly the weirdest request he'd ever received, surely. "Let me go see if he's here. I'll be right back." "Sure thing, but ah-!" I held my hand up, a signal for him to stop as he reached for the handle. "Allow me," Taking the door by the giant O shape in its handle, I pulled the steel frame open to allow for the jock to head in. In respect to him, I closed it behind him, locking me out of the building once more. I stood there waiting. Waiting patiently. With my hands stuffed in my pockets, I casually swayed my body and whistled a chirpy hymn. To my surprise, it took only minutes for the door to open again. And out came Kyle fuckin' Turner in the flesh. And he wasn't a teenager anymore. No... He was a man, now. "Uh, hi-?" Kyle would greet me, without so much as a formal introduction. Fuckin' millennials. It took me a moment to sink in his appearance. Tall, 6'1, still shorter than me. A big guy, no doubt. But size didn't matter when it came to murder. Only intent, motive, and calculation. "Yes! Kyle Turner." Pulling my hand from my coat pocket, I extended it to him. "My name is Angelo Rossi. It's great to meet you!" Turner took my hand, shaking it as firmly as I was squeezing. But as he had taken my hand in his, I had also raised my other free hand to firmly grip his bicep. A sort of gesture of greeting, but it secretly to scope his muscular size. "Yeah, thanks." The fucker would respond. Yeah, thanks? Really? Really. Releasing his hand, I returned my superior 6 foot 3 stance to it's upright position and gave a fake, cheery smile. "My niece, she's a crazy fan." Pulling for my wallet, I slipped out a photograph of a teenage girl. "Her name is Nakoma. She's... half native half Italian, like me. Heh." Kyle took the photo in his hand, his eyebrows raising at the beautiful young lady he saw in the picture. Perfect, interest. "A looker, I know. Causes me more problems, ya know?" I chuckled, taking the photo back. "So listen, I came here hopin' I could hire you. For a job, of sorts." Kyle crossed his arms before him and looked at me curiously. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah, man. I'm organizing Nakoma's 16th birthday and I really want to make it special. She has posters of ya' all around her room and I thought, pffftttt, what better to surprise her with her favorite football player? Every teenage girl's dream, right?" I laughed again, thinking the idea is silly, but might actually work. "Nothin' major. There's be about 30 of her girlfriends there hangin' around the pool-" Realizing it was January, I instantly corrected myself. "Indoor pool, at her father's place. Big place, you know?" Kyle's head was nodding - Still interested. "Figured you can drop by for an hour or so, or even less if you're in a crunch. Sign some autographs, take some pictures. Grab a bite to eat, whatever you want. There'll be plenty of food, cuz, well, Italians, am I right?" Laughing again, Kyle's interest seemed to only be piquing the more bizarre and outlandish the story got. "Sounds fun." He smiled, bringing his fingers to his lips as he pondered the thought of 30 hot teenage girls in their bikinis. "But uh-" He started to sway. "I don't know-" "I'll pay you $5,0000. Cash." I confessed. His eyes widened. "$2,500 for showing up. $1,500 for autographs and another $1,000 if you take some selfies. You know' - the girls thing. Selfies, heh." I paused, my eyes growing darker as they remained hidden behind Aviator shades. "What do ya' say? We got a deal?" Swiftly changing tunes, "You know what, don't sweat the decision now. There's a lot of politics in sports, I'm old. I know it." I waved my hand in typical Italian fashion. "You gotta' business card or somethin'?" "Uh, nah but I can give you my number-" Perfect. A rich white kid, hot-shot jock, AND a moron. This was too easy. Handing him the photo, he retrieved a pen from his pocket and jotted down his digits. "Wow, thanks man. I appreciate you considering this." I waved the photograph of "Nakoma" and slipped it back into my wallet. "I'll give you a call something this week. Talk it over with your coach or manager or whoever you kids report to, heh." I put my hand out for him to shake again, "And nice meeting you again."

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I found myself roaming the halls of University of Oregon on my attempt to exit the campus. My curious mind sent me further and further into the campus maze - a prestigious multitude of buildings and intricate floor plans; each with its own purpose, meaning, and unique design. Deep in UofO, I stumbled upon the Department of Fine Arts. The halls were brimming from floor-to-ceiling with murals and artwork. Slowing my pace, I stopped to appreciate the work. I had always had an affinity to for paintings. My eye had always found itself drawn to the color red. Red. My dark irises wandered the walls, finally pulling towards a large, 5 foot canvas. It soared above me - dazzling in its ocean of red. The painting was of a woman, presumably dripping in blood. A sort of, Queen of the Damned. Intrigued, my eyes shifted to the small plaque stuck to the wall by the corner of the artwork. Nicola Strom. My stomach sunk as my heart skipped a beat. "Crucifixion." The words rolled off of my lips. My head retracted slowly as my eyes closed. "Mmmm."

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January 20th, 2018 - Five days after release. Eugene, Oregon had been unusually warm for January. For the most part, it was sunny and rainy on-and-off, with an average high temperature of 45 degrees F. Too warm for snow. At least, not enough sub-zero temperatures to keep it for more than a couple days, anyways. Luckily for this lovely Saturday evening, the rain had stopped early morning and the skies were greeted by a brightening sun. Kyle parked his Trail-Rated Jeep cruiser in front of the colonial-century home, red-bricked mansion. He ducked his head, looking over the place with his pale eyes as he took in the sheer size of the place. Although Eugene was home to old money - big money - it was also commonly inhabited by the middle class. Whoever owned this place... wasn't a white-collar, middle class citizen. Exiting his truck, he approached the front door, which was lavishly decorated with a Sweet-Sixteen balloon bundle. A clear indication he was at the right house. As he rang the doorbell, it only took a few seconds before he was greeted by a familiar face. "Mr. Turner." I said, standing tall with my hand cemented firmly on the back of the door. It was the first time he was seeing my hazel-speckled brown eyes. It was also the last. "Cute." I blurted, subliminally mocking his uniformed self as my eyes gazed over his full-football get-up. Shredded sleeves to show his pectoral muscles. How sleazy. Helmet and all. How sweet. "Come join the fun." I smirked, guiding him through the front door. "But maybe take off the helmet." Chuckling, Turner cracked a smile as he took a step into the house - which was, unsuspectingly, filled with the sound of laughing girls. "Too much, huh?" Kyle joked, unclasping the helmet and slipping his head free. His back was to me as I closed the door. "I thought mayb-" The moment he turned to face me, my hand - hidden behind the door the entire time - swung straight for his head. A thin medical syringe pierced into the side of his neck - administered by my right hand - Gloved. Protected. Injecting the cocktail of muscle relaxants, Kyle quickly deteriorated in a matter of seconds. His initial reaction to grab for my hand, but by the time he could react - it was already too late. He was losing almost all of his muscle ability. One. Two. Three. He hit the ground, unable to move, unable to moan, unable to call for help. With his body curled in the middle of the hallway, his eyes remained open - panicked. Looking down at his 6'1, 200 pound physique - which had been reduced to nothing in just seconds - I shook my head. Pathetic. His eyes followed my every move. He was conscious. Awake. Aware. I stepped over him and walked past him like he didn't even exist. Stepping into my living room, I smiled at the sound of giggling teenage girls filled the open-concept space. Walking over to the stereo system, I grabbed the remote and clicked - Off. Silence. Girls? What girls. There were no girls. Returning to his paralyzed figure, I crouched down to brood over him. I tilted my head to the side and grabbed his face between my gloved thumb and fingers. Squeezing his limp cheeks between them as I leaned his head to look at me. "Oh, Kyle." I made clicking noises with the back of my tongue. "Remember her?" Pulling a photograph from my back pocket - Sarah Ward. "Yeahhhhh." I flicked the photo in his face, nearly submitting to my urge to spit on him. "You're gonna die tonight." There was a dark, unforgiving grimace that crept my cheeks. "And it's gonna fuckin' hurt." Two, single-drop tears fell from the corners of his eyes. Hours had passed. Daylight turned to dark as night loomed over the city. Darkness was here. And it didn't come from the sky, nor the sun. Using Kyle's keys, I exited the mansion on the quiet, quaint street. E 22nd Avenue - a large strip of homes graciously spread apart; separated by the comfort of many, decades-old trees. I pulled the vehicle into the long driveway, reversing it rear-forward all the way to the side of the house. Two garage doors welcomed the Jeep, closing behind the front of it. It remained utterly hidden, safe within the confines of the home's garage. It would remain there until 3:45 in the morning, and a storm was brewing. The sound of the garage door sliding gurgled as it swayed open. Keeping the lights of the Jeep off, I placed it into drive and pulled it out of my driveway. The garage door closed behind me automatically, dismissing any evidence it had ever harbored a crime scene. My heart remained regular - beating as it would driving any other vehicle, on any other day, under any other circumstances. Humming, I drove the few blocks between the mansion and the University Campus. The Jeep came to the vehicle entrance of the Oregon Autzen Football Stadium. Like everything within the Performance Center, it required a swipe card to be unlocked and accessed. Holding out Kyle Tuner's card, I flicked it between the pad and waited. Flashing green, the gates to the field slid open. Although forbidden to bring any vehicles directly on to the terrain, it was 3:50 in the morning, on a Saturday. Too late for any players to be hangin' around during off-season, and too early for any maintenance workers or cleaners to begin their services. It was pitch-black, and between the sticky snow and the blowing winds - visibility was poor. Reversing the trail-rated wrangler, I slowly backed it up on to the field, parking the trunk of the vehicle directly in front of the brightly-yellow painted goal-post. Exiting the vehicle, I was dressed from head-to-toe in Kyle's football uniform, with the addition of a black long-sleeved T-shirt underneath. No tattoos were visible. Virtually nothing about me was recognizable. For all intensive purposes, I could very well be Kyle Turner. Unlatching the trunk, it swooshed open. There lay the true Kyle Turner. The flesh and blood. And there was a lot of blood. Taking the thick, twisted rope in my hand, I ran it from the back of the truck to the goalpost. Tossing it over the post's T-center, I caught it back in my hand and ran it back to the truck. The end of the rope was supported by a curled grappling hook. Kneeling behind the trunk, I fastened the hook to the hitch on the Jeep and found my way back to the driver's seat. Pushing the gears into drive, I slowly began to inch the vehicle forward until the rope strained - pulling viciously with the weight. Metal to the floor, I forced the truck into overdrive, suddenly gunning it forward and sending the object in the trunk to veer out of the vehicle. Decelerating the tracks, I watched in my review mirror as the item - two strong planks of crossed wood - reeled up against the T in the yellow goalpost. As it mounted to perfect height, I slammed the Jeep in park, and swiftly - excitedly- hopped out of the truck. It started slow at first, my heavy, rumbling laughter. But it evolved, soon developing into a magnified, thrill-infused maniacal cackle. Victory.

—   —   —   January 21st, 2018 - The Discovery. The lights to the stadium flickered on - lighting the dark early-morning. The sun would not rise for another hour. And for a group of football jocks mucking their way to football practice, it would be a morning they would never forget. Wailing. Loud, incessant, uncontrollable wailing. The sound of screaming echoed throughout the stadium; hair-raising in its velocity, and intensity. The scene brought a grown, 21-year old man to his knees. Vomit projected from his chapped lips as he puked vehemently on the immaculate, freshly-snowed grass - staining it flaxen. It brought a wave of nausea to the entire team. Some cried, some collapsed, some gagged, heaved, hurled. But most... most stood in shock. Hailed before them was the body of Christ - a crucifixion of their most valued team member. There lay the body of Kyle Turner, naked and colorless, with only the stain of bleeding red that covered his postmortem flesh. His genitals were mutilated. His penis split in three different directions. He had been completely castrated; his balls were absent entirely from his groin. An indescribable amount of blood has been loss at its expense, leaving a blood-pour of red human serous to cascade down his legs. Cause of death? Blood loss. Slow, agonizing, harrowing blood loss. The cross hung from the center of the goalpost, the snow beneath his purple-faded feet red with blood. His hands were staked on either side; his ankles crossed and tied. His neck - the same color as his bruised toes - was mounted by barbed wire. His head bore the same fate - crowned like that of Christ with blood trickling from his scalp. RAPIST - Carved with a knife in to his forehead. SINNER - The words dripped from his abdomen in crusting blood, beginning to harden... but still moist. Fresh. —   —   —   "Shocking news this morning on KVAL-13." Smitha George - Live News Reporter, would announce on national television. "A tragedy has occurred at University of Oregon. Senior Football Quarterback Kyle Turner, Star of the Oregon Ducks, was found brutally murdered at the campus stadium." She would go on, standing unshaken in the parking lot of the Performance Center. "Police have ruled the case a homicide after teammates found Tuner's mutilated body crucified on the goal-post of the end field." Spilling too much information for her own good - reporters classically interfered with investigations; often jeopardizing their efforts. "His hands and feet were reportedly pinned to a wooden cross, and his head wrapped in barb wire. Teammates report that the words "Rapist" and "Sinner" were carved on his body..." "... And that his eyes and lips were painted red, with blood." "Turner's vehicle, a Black 2017 Jeep Wrangler - was found abandoned at the scene. Police are looking for any information that may aid their efforts in solving this terrible case." She paused, staring into the camera as her words fed into the lives of millions of Oregon residents. "I'm Smitha George, reporting LIVE for KVAL-13 News." The clip ended.

[mingyaus]

entrepreneurs au | the flowers pt. 2

Inspired by this

U don’t have to, but u should read the flowers first bc this is set in that au

Ur a college student who frequents the block where the flower shop is located

(btw that block is owned by landlord seokjin and all the other bts boys have shops in that block).

Usually u just pass by after stopping by ur fave clothing/thrift shop owned by tae and joon, but one day ur like “I deserve a break fr studying, so imma look at some flowers.” Jungkook is off doin something else + it’s off season, so yoongs is the only one in the shop

He’s like “uh r u looking for anything in particular”

“nope just taking a break and looking at flowers”

“break fr what? U don’t look like u work here”

“nah I’m a college student”

”oo cooL. What u studying?”

“[insert major here]”

“at Local University that Focuses on Your Field of Study?”

“Yah”

“wow that’s such a cool school. I probs would’ve studied at plant focused school if such a thing existed”

“cuTe!”

“How’s school at Local University?”

“Just a lotta studying”

“aW that sucks, u wanna flower? Maybe it’ll motivate u”

“sure *blushies bc he’s being so nice*”

yoongs picks out that cute rose for u.

U: “how much is it?”

“On the house. Ik how rough college can b sometimes, then life hits and then ur doing work in some research lab that u hate–but enough abt me. I don’t wanna stress u w my probs”

“Aw no pls keep talking. It’s a nice distraction”

^then sugay just talks abt everything that happened in the og au

And you’re like “woW what a dude” but in ur head. Then you have to leave bc it’s gonna get dark soon, but then Namjoon happens

U see, u and Namjoon have a something something going on, aka joon is always flirting w u when u go to his shop, but it’s really weird cuz he never actually asks u out or do anything more than flirting so u don’t really know how he feels and whenever u try to initiate something w him he plays it off cool

Aka that one time u asked if he wanted to go to jimin’s bakery w u and he was like “uH nah. I gotta do some stuff w tae...for the shop, yes. Sorry, and I hope I’m not giving u the wrong impression bc I’m not looking for a relationship rn”

AND THEn the next time u come in the boi flirts w u again, so u just start flirting w him and y’all have this weird friendship where u flirt all the time

It’s like Garcia and Morgan in criminal minds

So yaH. Yoongs is walking u out of the shop, and joon is closing up his shop (sweeping the front, locking the doors type of stuff) AND HE SEES YOONGS HAND U A flower.

Joon literally yells across the parking lot (the flower shop and joon’s shop face each other) “HEy, y/n, r u cheating on me?!”

Yoongs is shaken cuz he rarely interacts w joon, and yoongs whispers a quick goodbaiiiii to u before running back into his shop

Suga may seem like an aggressive man bc of his cool rapping skills and savage words, but he’s really just a pacifist deep down inside

So joon finishes locking up his shop, and you’re just standing there a little shaken holding ur flower. Ur stressed abt school and now stressed bc rm has never flirted this aggressively before

Joon marches across the lot and yoongs is abt to flip his sign to the closed side when joon throws the flower shop door open, finds the same rose yoongs chose for you and slams it on the counter and is like “imma buy this, little boi”

And yoongs is just staring at joon w a slightly afraid but mostly judgy face and is like “ok it’ll b $****” (like I’m censoring the money amount bc yoongs likes to keep his prices private, something abt competition mixed w the patriot act. Sometimes idk what’s up w this guy)

And as yoongs is getting change, etc. he’s like “ya know one time I saw ur paperwork on seokjin’s desk and saw ur bday and I know ur younger than me, so b more respectful, boi.”

Rm isn’t letting up and keeps on a hard face “okay. Sure.”

Yoongs hands over the rose and joon mumbles “thanks hyung” before exiting the shop

You’ve been outside this whole time just standing there thinking abt how weird this is and considering ending ur odd friendship w joon bc wtf was that

And joon comes out and smirks and winks is like “take this flower instead. It’s better. I swear”

U: “Uh it’s the same flower”

Joon: “Shhhhhhhh, but it’s from me, ya boy, so it’s better.”

U: “Uh okay.”

So now you’re standing there holding one flower in both of ur hands, and the sun is at that annoying level where it keeps getting in ur eyes and ur the one facing the sun. Fortunately yoongs comes out a few awk secs later and his 5’ 8” tall head is big enough to block the sun.

thanks, GOD, for making this man’s head the right size and shape to cover up the sun at this exact moment in time

Yah Yoongi is basically the sun now

Yoongs *ignoring rm w his body language*: “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you had a bf” 

U: “I don’t. That’s just joon, my friend”

Yoongs: “But u talk to him like he’s ur bf.”

U: “ yah it’s this whole confusing thing. Pls ignore joon.”

Sugay: *glares at joon* “stop harassing her”

Joon: *hands up and genuine oops covering mouth face* “shoot man, sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to harass u”

Yu: “oh yeah that was harassment kinda, but I mean I reciprocated it so it kinda wasn’t really harassment, like it was consensual harassing, basically teasing, but thanks, Yoongs for enlightening me”

U: *looks at joon* “so r we buds or were u actually jealous?”

Joon: *scratches neck* “uh...yah we’re friends, but I enjoy being in this sarcastic not-relationship flirtationship w u”

Yoongs: “Well y’all can keep that up but imma ask Y/N out rn”

u: *jilted + school stressed + friendship stress + suitor stress, so tears slowly begin to form in ur eyes*

Yoongs and joon r broing out and making up for their weird fight earlier and r doing a bro hug when Yoongs sees u crying

Yoongs kinda just stops in the middle of the hug and stares at u, he’s kinda shocked.

Joon turns and looks at u and is like “Omg, r u crying”

Ur like “yah” and then u receive a nice big group hug fr the boys and then realize the rose thorns r piercing into ur palms and suddenly joon and Yoongs have ur blood on their backs and they’re like “oh shoot” and help u get inside yoongs’ shop where suga sanitizes ur hands and bandaids them up while joon is making some tea in the back

Yoongi is whispering “so when do u wanna go out?”

Ur still sniffling and can’t rlly talk and say something abt finals coming up soon

Sugay: “after finals?”

U: “yah. After finals”

“I’ll call u tho”

“Yes pls”

And joon comes out w some tea and then drives both of u (Jk usually drives Yoongs home bc yoongs shares a car w his roommate and jjk and myg r neighbors, live in the same apartment complex. So yah Yoongs took the bus to work)

Joon drives both of u home and u listen to some good soothing winky face bops (think u by primary or any dean-like song or zion t) on the way back and u and Yoongs r in the back seat holding hands and when u arrive at ur apartment rm is like “next time one of u sit in the front, I feel like an Uber driver”

U: “weren’t u actually an Uber driver once”

Rm: “actually I still am,but for the one time I’m actually not getting paid to drive I’d appreciate having someone shotgun.”

Yoongs: “oK I’ll move to the front”

Rm *smirks*: “thx bro”

And Yoongs opens the door to let u out and he walks u to ur dorm and he’s like “inch resting night “

U: “Yah”

Myg: “I’ll call u, ok? Don’t b too stressed” and he pulls the two roses fr behind his back and hands them to u “use these to remind u to chill, k?”

U: “K.”

U hug Yoongs then u say goodbye and u peek out ur window to see Yoongs get into Rm’s car but in the back seat and you can see Yoongs laughing fr inside and his smile is as bright as the sun and rm’s just sighing his face dull like the night sky

And they’re ur sun and moon, two nice dudes making ur life better than before.

Omg that’s a crap ending, I was Trying to b poetic but nah I’m not rlly

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a(dmin ayeee)/n: lol the gif is rm checking out y/n and yoongi’s dms 5 weeks later. haH. btw this was originally written in an instagram dm conversation. tbh i prefer lyft. there’s a yoongi lyft driver au that should be written soon.