#next challenge is to make bag and hat

[ryllen]

not sure if street style fits prim & proper sebek much

but i just sewed what i can [x] [x] [x]

[irisintheafterglow]

the long-awaited part 2 to this drabble

"can i get an extra large of the black shirt?"

"of course, give me one moment. i'll be right with you," you reply with robotic politeness over your shoulder as you shove a cardboard box of collectible hats behind the tablecloth. foot traffic has significantly slowed, allowing you to take care of some inventory tasks that were hard to complete when you were bombarded with requests for the limited-edition holographic poster boasting the olympics' host city. you stand from your crouching position, grab an extra-large from the crumpled pile, and finally turn to face your customer.

the customer wearing a surgical mask with two black moles above his eyebrow. you suspect his jacket is the same one that stopped everyone in their tracks earlier in the day, when you obliviously asked him to walk you past a creep.

men's volleyball team - sakusa kiyoomi.

"well?" sakusa asks after a long moment of awkward silence, the slightest hint of amusement in his voice at your shock. "are you gonna hand me the shirt or do i need to grab it myself?"

"you...you!" your senses come slamming back into you like a freight train and you're suddenly overcome with a mix of embarrassment and indignance. "why didn't you tell me who you were?"

"you never asked," he says with a shrug and a teasing glint in his eyes. the shirt stays tight in your grasp, if only because the feel of the fabric is the one thing reassuring you that this interaction was truly happening. "plus, you seemed a little preoccupied with other things." you nod dumbly in lieu of answering and fish a paper bag from below the table.

"my boss just about had a heart attack over your damn back," you inform him while you drop the shirt into the bag. you don't bother charging him for it, seeing as he's one of the athletes and all, and you'd prefer for him to forget you exist as quickly as possible.

"i don't know what the big deal is. it's just a jacket."

"'just a jacket,' sure," you scoff, "and you're just some guy throwing a ball around." the small printer next to the register makes a whirring noise as it attempts to dispense a receipt, only for it to jam and print incomprehensible blots of ink. you curse your shitty luck under your breath.

"everything okay?"

"apparently my brain isn't the only thing that's broken right now," you mutter, and you're surprised when he breathes a quiet laugh. "don't bask in my suffering."

"i'll bask in whatever i find funny, thanks," he shoots back and you glare in spite of your furiously warm face. "what happened?"

"the printer broke. it's been on its last legs all day," you frown. you're too busy trying to remember how to replace the paper roll to notice how he glances around before deciding to remove his mask and tuck it into his pocket. when you look up next, your face goes from warm to burning. who knew your one-time bodyguard was also the prettiest man you'd ever laid eyes upon? "you know what? you can just take the bag, i wasn't going to charge you anyway."

"why would i do that? you're not doing your job very well if you just let me steal a shirt." oh, so he thinks he's funny. from what you'd watched in brief clips of his interviews, sakusa seemed too stoic to have any ounce of humor in his body; yet, here you were, getting teased by a god-tier athlete about breaking the register at your summer job.

"it's not stealing, it's...gifting," you correct slowly. "i made you a promise, remember? you made sure i didn't get kidnapped in broad daylight, and i give you a shirt in return. simple."

"but i need a receipt," he retorts dryly.

"why? just take the bag, please," you say a little forcefully, expecting him to take the hint and leave. your first mistake, however, was challenging an olympic volleyball player to a competition of wits and patience.

"no, i don't think i will," he replies, pushing the bag back across the table to you. "a receipt, one more thing, and i'll go."

"well, you're gonna be here for a little bit because i don't know how i'm supposed to get you a receipt when the printer is broken," you surrender with no idea what he was trying to do. "i won't apologize, though, because you could just take the bag and go."

"allowing me to steal and refusing to apologize. gold star customer service." his sarcasm pulls a sudden, ugly bark of laughter that seems to increase the temperature of your face even more. "hmm. cute."

"what?"

"nothing. no receipt, then?"

"like i said, unless you wanna wait until my manager comes down from the balcony level merch stand and fixes the printer, you can just take the shirt and go. i appreciate you walking me earlier, really, so it's no hassle for me if one measly shirt goes missing."

sakusa opens his mouth like he's about to say something, but suddenly snaps his head to the side in the direction of a bright camera flash. one flash turns to four, and he hastily pulls his mask back over his face, cursing under his breath. you watch, perplexed, as his cocky bravado retreats just in time for a half-dozen journalists to cut around the nearest security guard and surround him. in a blink, microphones and cameras are forced into his face and questions in six different languages are hurriedly spewed at him. if you weren't already reaching across to put some distance between him and the tabloid writers, you wouldn't hear him mutter---

please get them away.

"alright, we're done here," you announce to no one in particular. your voice is more commanding than you expected it to be, enough to make the reporters pause and give you an opening to grab the crook of sakusa's elbow, beelining for the staff-only door. the guard posted there is quick to open the door for you and shut it, effectively cutting off the growing horde of journalists. "are you okay?" you ask as you continue to lead him toward what you remember as the nearest quiet break room. you don't have time to think about the flex of his arm under your hand or how he follows you with absolute trust.

"yeah," he answers curtly, his irritation obvious but seeming to diminish the longer you're holding his arm. you reach the empty linoleum-lined room and unlatch your fingers from him to shut the door, feeling a void-like sensation that you can't figure out. "sorry about that," he says to fill the tense silence after you're no longer shoulder-to-shoulder.

"don't worry about it. we're even now," you reassure him and that makes his shoulders relax a little bit. "you need water? a snack? day-old coffee that could probably burn through metal?"

"no, just some peace," he sighs, exasperatedly collapsing into the nearest uncomfortable chair.

"i see." you blink and suddenly feel like you're intruding on his space, fitting in like an elephant in a shoebox. "uh, i'll leave you here and make sure no one else comes--"

"i'd prefer if you stayed," he cuts in and you pause, your hand hovering above the door handle. "if you're able."

"are you sure?"

"only if you can," he says too quickly to be normal, avoiding your eyes. "you don't need to if you don't want to." you want to laugh at your situation, being stuck in an empty room with the hottest man you've ever laid eyes upon, and your nerves are more heightened than a deer in headlights. (you don't know that he's ridiculously embarrassed that the one time he talks to someone he's interested in, it's interrupted by cameras)

"i can stay, yeah," you manage and he's visibly relieved at your answer, at ease enough to again peel off his mask. his annoyance seemed to dissipate in the course of your short conversation, and an odd expression of contentment is its replacement. "you'll have to explain to my manager why i had to take off early, though."

"breaking the printer, refusing to apologize, and abandoning your shift. you cause a lot of problems, evidently," he teases when you settle into a metal chair beside him.

"only around you, evidently," you quip and are rewarded by the tiniest pull at the corner of his mouth. "i'm sorry i wasn't able to get you that shirt, though...and your precious receipt." he shrugs.

"don't really need either anymore."

"how so?"

"hunting down the shirt was just a way to talk to you again," he declares like he didn't even notice how his statement made your face heat once more. he notices, just like he noticed how you stuttered every time he started a conversation with you, how you smile and laugh like an idiot when he says something that catches you off guard, how your fingers felt electric at every point where you held his elbow. "and the receipt was to ask you to write your number, but i guess i can just ask now if you wanna grab dinner."

when you say yes, he hopes you can't tell just how much he already likes you.

[insomniac4000]

Chris and the PR girl

Oh look another ChrisMD Charity match fic no one asked for

Chris Dixon also known has ChrisMD had already done the whole relationship in public thing before. His audience knew him as the football-obsessed YouTuber who thrived in challenges, took on outrageous football dares, and managed to score goals against some of the best players he'd ever faced. In later years he was also known as the guy who had split up with his ex and everything possible to stop being single anymore, it became as much of his personality as anything else. But for the past five months, there had been someone behind the scenes, someone who had become an integral part of his life—Y/N, the PR mastermind for the Sidemen.

While his friends, fellow YouTubers, and the Sidemen themselves were all aware of their relationship, the public was still in the dark. Chris and Y/N had made the decision to keep their romance under wraps, not out of shame, but simply because they wanted to enjoy their time together without the pressures of social media dissecting every moment. Chris had walked that road before and while it was fine it wasn’t something that he was interested in pursuing again, Y/N working in PR needed absolutely no persuation at all, she had seen other partners be dragged through the mud countless times, seen a lot of speculation about things, shutting down rumours about other people and she didn’t want to have to PR manage her own life, doing it for seven famous people was more than enough. They’d agreed to wait for the right time to go public.

It turned out, the right time was the Sidemen Charity Match.

The atmosphere at the sold-out Wembley Stadium was electric. The crowd of 90,000 fans screamed in anticipation as the YouTube Allstars prepared to take on the Sidemen FC. The match was one of the biggest events in the YouTube calendar, bringing together creators from across the platform, all competing for a good cause, over two million pounds was raised at the last match and this year it needed to be better, eveyr year the event got bigger and this year was no exception.

Chris had been on fire since the first whistle. He had already bagged two goals, as well as assisting two others, one for Speed and one for Will but the hat trick moment came in the 78th minute. With a perfect assist from Angry Ginge, Chris took a touch, steadied himself, and sent a shot curling into the top corner. The crowd erupted, his teammates swarmed him, and the announcers lost their minds at his display of skill. All of that hype came crashing down in an instant when Chris decided to celebrate by doing his little jump from the Valentines Day episode advert, showing everyone while yes he was a great footballer he was also just a massive nerd. Y/N loved him for it, she was watching from the VIP area making sure the social media posters were busy doing their job, camera angles were where they needed to be and the hype was truly captured.

Chris ran toward the corner flag, sliding onto his knees before standing up and making a heart with his hands. The camera zoomed in on him as he held the gesture for a second longer than usual, a soft smile playing on his lips.

Y/N, watching from the VIP section, felt her heart swell. She knew that was for her.

Talia, sitting next to her, smirked. “You realize he just did that for you, right?”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, trying to suppress a grin. “Shut up.”

Freya chuckled, nudging her shoulder. “Oh, you’re blushing.”

She was. But the fans didn’t know. To them, it was just another celebration—one of many in the heat of the moment. But for Y/N, it was everything.

The game ended up 6-7 to the All stars, the first time in a long while they had won, in no small part to Chris who was having the game of his life. He called Y/N his good luck charm before the match and it seemed like it was very true.

After the match, the energy carried into the after-party. Held at an exclusive London hotel, it was a night for celebration. The Sidemen had raised millions for charity, and the YouTube Allstars had put on an incredible performance. Drinks flowed freely, laughter echoed through the venue, and the music kept spirits high.

Chris had been on cloud nine the entire night, the thrill of his performance still coursing through his veins. He found Y/N at the bar, talking to Talia and Faith. As soon as he saw her, his grin widened, and without hesitation, he strode over, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her into a deep hug.

“Three goals,” he murmured into her ear, his voice filled with excitement. “I did it.”

She pulled back slightly, her hands resting on his shoulders. ��You were amazing, Chris.”

“Now that is a kodak moment,” Talia gushed, she snapped a pic knowing it was for private Instagram’s and group chats only.

“Can I borrow you for five minutes or are you working?” Chris asked biting his bottom lip slightly.

“I’ve got some time,” Y/N responded slipping her hand into Chris’s as they walked over to another quieter part of the room to steal a few private moments away from the camera.

As the star of the All Stars the drinks were flowing very freely for Chris, his whole team made sure his hand was never empty, while Y/N was still half on duty she had loosened up too on the instruction of Simon and Josh that she has been on all day and the professional stuff was all wrapped up apart from one photographer who was under strict instructions by Y/N to not post anything scandalous.

“There you are,” Chris slurred slightly sneaking an arm around her waist, sloppy grin on his face.

“Hello hero, I feel like I’ve barely seen you, you’ve been so popular tonight,” Y/N responded with a small giggle.

“Well I’m here now.” Chris cupped her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek. The alcohol, the adrenaline, the sheer joy of the moment—all of it clouded his usual restraint. He leaned in and kissed her.

It was nothing scandalous, just a sweet, lingering kiss between two people completely lost in the moment. But what they didn’t realize was that, in the midst of the celebrations, cameras were everywhere.

Flash. Click.

And just like that, their secret was out.

The internet exploded the next morning.

The first pictures surfaced on Twitter, showing Chris and Y/N in a tight embrace at the after-party, their foreheads touching. Then came another—Chris pressing a kiss to her lips, his hands still cupping her face as if she were the most important thing in the world.

“WAIT A MINUTE—IS CHRISMD IN A RELATIONSHIP???” one tweet read, already racking up thousands of likes.

“Who is the girl? We need answers.”

“Does this mean the heart celebration was for HER???”

“SHE WORKS FOR THE SIDEMEN I’M SURE”

The speculation was rampant, theories spreading like wildfire. Some fans were shocked, others delighted, and a few (as always) were heartbroken. Chris and Y/N’s phones buzzed relentlessly with messages from friends, all with the same variation of ‘Well, the secret’s out.’

Even the Sidemen and others got in on it.

Will tweeted “Dating apps all over the UK have had their traffic dropped eighty percent these past few months”

Simon responded, “Spend two years sorting out our messes and the last few months trying to straight up the biggest mess.”

George Clarkey simply tweeted, “Virgin no more.”

Chris and Y/N spent the morning scrolling through the chaos, still in bed, trying to process the reaction.

“So,” Y/N said, resting her head on his chest, “do we say something?”

Chris let out a soft chuckle, his fingers lazily tracing circles on her back. “I mean… at this point, do we even need to?”

She laughed. “Probably not.”

A few minutes later, Chris opened Twitter and, without overthinking it, posted a simple tweet:

“Yeah, the heart celebration was for her.”

The tweet blew up instantly, but Chris didn’t care. Because for the first time in months, he didn’t have to hide what made him happiest.

And that was Y/N.

[jikookncity]

ExBoyfriendFarmer!Johnny x Model!Reader (smut - rewritten)

WC: 5k, REALLY FILTHY, oral sex, raw sex, spitting, choking, slapping, barn sex, dirty talk, etc.

Y/N came to the country to escape.

One week alone. No cameras. No screaming stylists. No modelling. Just air, sky, silence.

The remote farmhouse Airbnb was supposed to be empty. She picked it because it sat on acres of untouched land and came with a barn for “atmosphere.” Rustic. Quiet.

What the listing didn’t mention was that the barn still belonged to the original owner’s grandson.

And that he lived next door.

And that he was Johnny Suh — her ex. Her filthy-mouthed, cocky, devastatingly good-in-bed ex who’d once made her come three times in the back of his pickup without even taking off her dress.

She hadn’t seen him in years.

But the moment she stepped onto the porch with her suitcase, he was already there. Shirtless. Sweaty. Smirking.

“Well, well, look what the city spat out.”

She stared. “You live here?”

He leaned against the porch rail, muscles on full display, thumbs hooked in the waistband of his low-hung jeans. “Barn’s mine now. So technically, you’re on my land.”

She turned to go back to the car.

“Aw, c’mon now,” he called lazily. “Don’t go. I’ve been real lonely out here. Ain’t got anyone to—” His eyes raked down her body. “—distract me lately.”

She turned around and glared at him. She didn't want him to know how badly he got under her skin. This was her stay that she already paid for and she was gonna follow through.

She walked past him into the house "my bags are in the car." Johnny held back a smirk. Still a brat and still stubborn. He was gonna make sure she had a hard time while she was here.

Day 1: The Breakfast Delivery

She opened the door to find him shirtless again — sweat glistening on his abs, jeans hanging low, and a damn egg carton in his hand.

“Figured you could use somethin’ fresh in your mouth,” Johnny said, tongue curling against his bottom lip.

Y/N blinked. “It’s 7 a.m.”

“Mornin’s the best time,” he said, stepping a little closer. “That’s when you used to be the neediest, remember? Used to wake up grindin’ on me like you couldn’t even wait to get my cock inside you.”

Her jaw dropped. “Johnny—!”

He grinned, unapologetic. “What? Just reminiscin’. Still got that whimper you used to make memorized. Sounded like you were beggin’ me to wreck you before you even opened your eyes.”

She snatched the eggs and slammed the door, heart pounding, thighs aching.

Day 2: The Horse Ride

She tried to hike the trail alone. Peace. Quiet.

Wrong.

He rode up slow and smug, straddling the horse bareback — white tank top and dark blue jeans — and tilted his head like a challenge.

“Dressed like that for me?” he asked, nodding to her shorts.

She didn’t answer.

He leaned down, boots nudging her pace. “Still don’t wear panties, huh? Easy access,” he murmured. “Not that you ever needed help. You used to hike your skirt up all on your own and beg me to fuck you in the back of the truck.”

Her mouth fell open. “Jesus—”

He laughed low. “Don’t act all innocent now. You remember the night you let me eat you out with your legs over the dash, don’t you?”

She nearly tripped.

“Had your heels diggin’ into the window while you screamed my name,” he added casually. “I licked you so good you nearly cried.”

“Johnny!”

“Just sayin’. Country air’s good for loosening you up. Maybe next time I see you out here, you’ll be wearin’ that sweet little sundress with no bra. Let those pretty tits bounce while you beg me to touch you again.”

She stormed off.

But she didn’t stop him from watching her ass the whole way back.

Day 3: The Porch

She was curled up with a book and a glass of wine, the sun setting gold behind the trees.

Johnny strolled up like he owned the damn horizon. Straw hat. Fitted white tee clinging to his chest. That cocky fucking walk.

“Thought about you last night,” he said as he leaned on the porch rail.

“Don’t,” she warned, setting down her glass.

“Too late. Got hard just rememberin’ how you used to gag yourself on my cock while beggin’ me to come down your throat.”

Her face burned. “Are you insane?”

He laughed, deep and dirty. “Nope. Just honest. You loved how nasty we got. The mess, the bruises, the way you’d look up at me with spit drippin’ down your chin and ask if you were my good little slut.”

She stared, stunned silent.

He leaned in, voice dropping. “You were filthy, baby. Don’t pretend you weren’t. You came on my tongue, my fingers, my boots. You humped my thigh once so hard I thought you were gonna pass out.”

Her breath caught.

He smiled. “Bet you miss it. That ache. That stretch. That first thrust when you’re too tight and it hurts just right.”

“I need air,” she muttered, standing.

“You need to be fucked,” he corrected. “Good and hard and bent over that railing. Maybe I’ll do it at midnight. Under the stars. Let the crickets hear how loud you still are.”

She fled.

But not before he saw the way her thighs squeezed together.

Midnight. Day 4. The Barn.

She stumbled in barefoot, breath ragged, robe clutched to her chest. The barn was cool and dark, the air thick with hay and heat.

Y/n needed some damn air from all the heat Johnny was throwing at her. She thought she was alone.

Then a slow clap echoed behind her.

“I knew you’d come,” Johnny said, stepping out from the shadows.

Her heart leapt. “You followed me?”

“Nope,” he said, stopping a foot away. “I waited. Knew sooner or later you’d break. You always do when you’re horny and pissed.”

“Fuck you.”

He chuckled darkly. “That’s the idea, sweetheart. Or maybe you wanna fuck me this time. Ride me like you used to, leave scratches down my back and drool on my cock.”

“Johnny—!”

“You gonna keep pretending, sweetheart?” His eyes dropped to her mouth. “Or are you ready to admit how bad you need me to ruin you?”

She bit her lip.

He leaned in closer, noses brushing.

“You remember how I used to fuck you on my tailgate? How you used to cry for it?”

Her knees almost buckled.

He smirked again.

“Yeah, you remember. Mouth open, drooling, whining until I let you come. Bet you miss choking on it, don’t you?”

Her lips parted, a shaky breath escaping.

Johnny leaned in even closer—lips almost grazing hers.

“You gonna kiss me, or keep pretending you’re not thinking about how good my cock would feel down your throat?”

That did it.

She snapped.

Y/N grabbed his face and kissed him hard—desperate, messy, all teeth and tongue and frustration. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling. And Johnny groaned into her mouth, lips hot and greedy as he kissed her back like he was starving.

“Fuck, there she is,” he growled, biting her lip. “Kiss me like you mean it, baby.”

She moaned.

He kissed her again, then pulled back just an inch, licking into her mouth, slow and filthy while peeling off her top.

“You wanna be good for me?” he whispered against her lips.

She nodded.

“Then get on your knees.”

She dropped.

The hay scratched her knees, but she didn’t care—hands already tugging his sweats down, mouth open, eyes wild.

“Desperate little thing,” he rasped, watching her. “All that rich girl pride gone the second I drop my pants.”

She wrapped her hand around his cock—thick and heavy and already leaking.

“You gonna worship it?”

“Yes—Johnny, please—”

“Then do it.”

She leaned in, tongue dragging up the underside before she sucked the tip into her mouth, slow and messy, eyes rolling back.

Johnny groaned above her.

“That’s it. Just like that. Tongue out—fuck—you missed this, didn’t you?”

She gagged slightly, pushing deeper, spit dribbling down her chin as she bobbed faster, hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t take.

“You suck it better than I remember,” he muttered, grabbing her hair. “So fuckin’ eager to please. You like making a mess for me?”

She moaned around him.

“Yeah, you do. Look at you—tears in your eyes, drool all over your tits, all because I told you to get on your knees.”

He thrust gently, shallow but firm, guiding her. She took it—wanted it, loving every second of the way he used her mouth like it belonged to him.

He hissed, pulling her off with a wet pop, cock glistening.

“Stand up.”

She obeyed, legs shaky.

Then—

“Turn around.”

She did.

He yanked her shorts down, panties soaked and clinging. He bent her over the hay bale, spreading her open with a groan.

“Fucking dripping.”

His fingers slipped through her folds, then smacked her pussy hard enough to make her jolt.

“Louder,” he growled.

“Johnny—!”

He chuckled darkly.

“You know what comes next.”

She nodded quickly, breathless. “Yes. Please.”

And he fucked her.

Rough. Deep. Filthy.

The chain swung with each thrust, slapping her back, catching her cheek.

And she fucking loved it.

“Whose cunt is this, baby?” he grunted, rutting into her.

“Yours—Johnny, it’s yours—always—”

“That’s right,” he growled, hand fisting her hair. “Gonna fuck you so dumb you forget every man who ever looked at you since me.”

He pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her.

“Ride me.”

She wrapped her legs around him, guiding him back in, riding him fast and needy, moaning into his mouth between open-mouthed kisses.

“You take it so good,” he panted, thrusting up into her from below. “Greedy little thing. I knew you’d come back.”

She kissed him again, sloppy, tongue desperate.

He snapped his hips.

She screamed.

And when they both came—hard, twitching, gasping—he kissed her through it, slow and filthy, hand cupping her cheek.

“Still think you’re better off without me?” he whispered.

She was too gone to answer.

So he fucked her again.

Johnny had her pinned to the barn wall, cock buried deep, arms locked under her thighs — and Y/N couldn’t stop moaning.

Not because of how deep he was. Not just because of the way he fucked her like she was weightless.

But because of him. The way he held her. The way his biceps bulged with every bounce, sweat glistening down his neck, jaw tight with control.

“You’re really fuckin’ into this, huh?” he panted, slamming into her harder. “All I gotta do is lift you up, and you melt.”

Her nails dragged down the swell of his arm, scratching the muscle, making him groan.

“You’re so strong,” she whispered, breathless, before she leaned in and bit his bicep hard enough to bruise.

“Fuck,” Johnny hissed, grinning, cock twitching inside her. “You got a strength kink, baby?”

Y/N didn’t answer.

She licked the bite mark instead — then dragged her tongue up his shoulder, across his throat, tasting the salt of his sweat. She moaned into his skin like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, rutting harder. “You’re licking me now?”

She didn’t stop.

She licked across his jaw, up his cheek, then filthily dragged her tongue into his mouth — kissing him like she was trying to crawl down his throat, tongue everywhere, spit mixing, messy and hungry and insane.

Johnny groaned into her mouth, bouncing her harder, slamming her back against the wall. “You nasty little thing,” he gasped. “Lickin’ up my sweat while I fuck you? You’re gonna make me come just from that.”

She whined against his mouth, loving it — desperate, soaking, cockdrunk. Her legs tightened around his waist, her hands tangling in his hair, tugging, biting his lip between every kiss.

“You love it,” she breathed. “You love me all over you.”

Johnny snapped.

“I fucking adore it,” he growled, hand slipping down to grab her ass, bouncing her rougher. “I want you to suck my sweat off every inch of me when we’re done. You wanna do that, baby? Clean me up with that filthy little mouth?”

She nodded frantically, tongue slipping back into his mouth as she kissed him again, messier than ever — and all the while, he kept fucking her up against the barn wall like she weighed nothing.

And she came like that — tongue in his mouth, scratching his arms, moaning into his throat while he held her up like she was made for him.

Johnny set her down on the hay, both of them still breathless, her thighs shaking, body wrecked — but her eyes didn’t move from him. Not his face. Not his chest. Not the way his abs flexed as he caught his breath, his tan skin glistening with sweat, the chain around his neck dragging lower with each heavy exhale.

She crawled forward on her knees, eyes wide, mouth already open.

“Y/N…” Johnny warned, breathless, amused.

But she didn’t speak.

She licked his abs instead — slow and filthy — from the V of his hips up the middle of his torso, following the sweat trail with her tongue like it was nectar.

“Jesus fucking—” he hissed, watching her. “You’re a freak.”

Her eyes flicked up, gleaming.

“You like this?” he asked, grin crooked, hips twitching. “You get off on licking my sweat like a damn animal?”

She moaned and nodded, licking higher, dragging her tongue across the slope of his chest, biting his pec just because she could. Then her tongue snaked over his bicep again, licking it like it was her favorite dessert, hands gripping his arms like a lifeline.

Johnny watched her with a look that could scorch the barn to the ground.

“You’re the real nasty one,” he muttered, thumb dragging over her spit-slick cheek. “Not me. I thought I was the filthy fucker — but look at you.”

Y/N didn’t care.

She licked his neck, open-mouthed and slow, up his jaw, across his cheek — and then her tongue dipped into his mouth again, kissing him deep and dirty, spit smearing between them. Johnny groaned, grabbing the back of her neck and tasting himself on her tongue.

“You like tasting my sweat while I fuck your mouth, huh?” he whispered against her lips.

She moaned.

“You wanna be my good little clean-up girl?”

Another nod. Another whimper.

He pulled her down by the hair, guiding her between his legs, his cock still glistening from her earlier efforts and the wreckage they’d just made.

“You want this, baby?” he asked, voice low. “Wanna lick my cock clean too?”

Y/N didn’t hesitate. She dragged her tongue along the base, licking everything — his shaft, the underside, the head — moaning while she tasted herself on him.

“Goddamn,” Johnny groaned, watching her with hungry eyes. “You’re obsessed with me. You gonna suck me off till there’s not a drop left?”

She took him in deep, choking slightly, tears already pricking her eyes as she worked him with greedy, messy licks.

“Yeah,” he grunted, hand in her hair. “That’s right. Filthy little freak, can’t get enough of her ex’s cock. Can’t stop licking every inch of me like I’m the last fucking meal on earth.”

She moaned around him, swallowing him down.

And Johnny just laughed — dark, cocky, wrecked.

“My nasty girl.”

Johnny’s cock twitched in her mouth, and he hissed, hand tightening in her hair.

“Fuck—just like that—goddamn, baby…”

Y/N was moaning around him, tongue messy, cheeks hollowing like she lived for it. He watched her eyes water, her mouth stretch around him, spit dripping down her chin and pooling between her tits. Her hands gripped his thighs like she needed to hold on for dear life.

“You’re so good,” he groaned, head tilting back. “Fuck—you’re so good to me. You gonna swallow all of it? Every fucking drop?”

She gave him one more look — messy, desperate, ruined — and sucked harder.

That’s all it took.

He came with a deep groan, hips jerking, and she took all of it, swallowing around him, not even pulling back as he panted through it. He looked down at her, fucked-out and perfect on her knees, tongue still out.

“You little slut,” he muttered, smirking. “Come here.”

She barely had time to breathe before he grabbed her chin and kissed her again — full tongue, tasting himself on her lips, moaning into her mouth like he couldn’t get enough of her filth.

“Swallowed it like you were starving,” he said against her lips, kissing her again, messier. “You love tasting my come, huh?”

The Morning After

“I was drunk on adrenaline,” Y/N said, staring straight ahead as she sat at the little patio table, coffee untouched.

Johnny didn’t look up from where he leaned lazily against the railing, shirtless again, chewing on a toothpick, eyes hidden behind sunglasses.

“You were drunk on my dick,” he said, casual as ever.

She snapped her head toward him. “It was just a moment.”

He smirked. “You came twice. Screamin’.”

“Sexual tension doesn’t mean anything.”

“You licked my chest like it was covered in whipped cream.”

She stood, flustered. “That’s not—! I’m not doing that again.”

He chuckled, low and cocky. “Sure, sweetheart. Keep tellin’ yourself that.”

Midnight. The Next Night.

She couldn’t sleep.

Again.

She’d tossed and turned for hours, sheets damp between her thighs, replaying the barn in her head. His voice. His hands. The stretch. That fucking grin when he knew he’d broken her.

She hated him.

She hated how much she wanted him.

Barefoot and silent, she slipped out of the house and into the night.

But she didn’t go to the barn.

She crept across the gravel path.

And slipped into his bedroom.

He was lying shirtless, one arm flung above his head, the other resting low on his stomach — like he knew she'd come.

And when she crawled onto the bed, straddling his thighs and tugging the covers down?

“Midnight snack, huh?” he murmured, voice thick with sleep and amusement.

“Shut up,” she whispered, yanking his waistband down.

“Ooh, desperate little thing,” he chuckled. “Can’t stop thinkin’ about this cock, huh?”

She ignored him, leaned down, and sucked him into her mouth in one smooth, hungry motion.

“Fuck—shit, Y/N—”

She moaned around him, bobbing her head like she couldn’t get him deep enough. Saliva dripped down her chin, her hand twisting around the base, messy, needy, obscene. She was ravenous — mouth stretched wide, spit glistening, her eyes rolling back when he hit the back of her throat.

“Goddamn,” he groaned, hands sliding into her hair. “You suck cock like you’re starved for it. Like you’d die without the taste of me.”

She pulled off with a gasp, drool connecting her lips to his tip. “Shut the fuck up.”

“You love this,” he panted, watching her lick a stripe from base to head. “You’re fuckin’ obsessed, princess.”

She glared up at him, then dove back down.

Faster this time. No mercy.

She gagged on him, messy and wild, spit pooling under her as her thighs rubbed together for friction.

When he came, it was with a strangled, “Fucking hell, baby—”, and she didn’t stop. Swallowed every drop. Lips locked tight.

But then—she paused.

And went back down.

“Holy shit—what’re you—”

“I’m cleaning you,” she muttered, voice wrecked as she dragged her tongue over his now sensitive tip, licking him like he was melting chocolate and she was addicted. “I’m not leaving you messy.”

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, twitching in her mouth. “You’re not normal.”

She moaned, still sucking.

When she finally pulled off, face slick and chin shining, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and glared at him.

“I told you,” she said, breathless. “You’re the freak.”

Johnny chuckled, chest heaving, eyes dazed.

“No,” he said, voice low and smug. “You just sucked me off twice, drooled all over my dick, and came into my bed like a cock-hungry ghost.”

She flushed.

He leaned up, kissed her messy lips, sucked her bottom one between his teeth.

“You’re the real freak,” he whispered. “And baby… I fuckin’ love it.”

Few days later

The afternoon heat hung thick over the farm, the sun beating down on the dusty yard, baking the earth beneath worn boots and rusted metal. The tractor stood half-fixed beneath the sprawling oak tree, and beneath it — shirtless, slick with sweat, and smudged in grease — was Johnny.

His golden skin gleamed under the sun, shoulders broad and arms taut with effort as he adjusted something under the machine. Dark smears of oil streaked across his chest, catching in the cut ridges of his abs, glistening over the line of his throat. His jeans were unbuttoned, hanging dangerously low, revealing the sharp V of his hips and the teasing swell of his cock under worn denim.

Y/N didn’t mean to stop. Didn’t mean to stare. But the moment she saw him, everything inside her stuttered and snapped. Her thighs pressed together, and her breath caught on the thick, humid air.

Johnny noticed her instantly. Of course he did.

He slid out from under the tractor, slow and easy, dragging a rag over his chest — only smearing the sweat and grease worse.

“Well, look who finally showed up,” he drawled, voice dark and smug, eyes dragging up and down her body. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

Y/N opened her mouth to answer, to deny, but the words didn’t come.

She pounced.

One second, she was standing there — the next, she was straddling his lap in the dirt, fingers already yanking her panties to the side as she dropped onto him, mouth crashing down on his in a filthy, desperate kiss.

Johnny groaned low in his throat, hands grabbing fistfuls of her ass as she rocked against him, slick and soaking, grinding herself down onto the thick length already pushing against her. “Shit, baby—couldn’t even wait? So greedy. Just had to have me right here, all sweaty and dirty, huh?”

She moaned into his mouth, and he grinned like the devil.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. My nasty girl. You’re fucking obsessed with me.”

He tugged her shirt up and off, yanking her bra down to mouth at her breasts — biting, sucking, leaving wet marks on her heated skin. “You love this,” he murmured, teeth scraping over her nipple. “Love it when I’m all filthy. Love tasting the sweat on me. I see the way you look at me, baby. Like you wanna devour me.”

Y/N ground down harder, choking out a gasp as his cock filled her, her thighs trembling from the stretch and the filth and the heat.

Johnny’s head dropped back against the warm rubber of the tractor tire, his hands gripping her hips, controlling her pace. “God, listen to you. You’re fuckin’ soaked. You’re clenching around me like your pussy knows who owns it.”

She whimpered, kissing him again — messier this time, spit-slick and hungry, tongues tangling as she rode him in the dirt.

And when she finally came undone, shaking and panting, she didn’t stop. She slid down to her knees in front of him, eyes dark with hunger.

Johnny smirked, voice rough with satisfaction. “Oh? What now, princess? Gonna clean me up with that pretty little mouth of yours?”

She didn’t answer — just took him in, sucking him off filthy and wet, spit dripping down her chin as she worked her mouth around him. She moaned around him, messy and devoted, and Johnny groaned, hands tangling in her hair, guiding her deeper.

“Look at you,” he panted. “Slurping on my cock like it’s your fucking addiction. That mouth was made for this—made for me.”

And when he spilled across her tongue, she didn’t stop. She licked up every drop, then traced her tongue over the sweat-slick ridges of his abs, up his chest, his arms, his neck — tasting the grease and the heat of him.

She straddled him again, breath ragged, licking the sweat off his jaw and then finally sucking his tongue into her mouth, filthy and possessive.

The kiss was downright obscene — spit trailing between their mouths, tongues slick and wet, lips dragging until Johnny finally had to pull back, breathless.

He stared at her for a moment, eyes blown wide, and then let out a slow, cocky laugh. “You’re the sluttiest little freak I’ve ever met,” he murmured, thumb stroking her wet lower lip. “And you’re all mine.”

Y/N just smiled wickedly… and licked the string of spit from his chin.

Is it casual now?

The next morning, the kitchen was filled with golden light and the smell of fresh coffee. Y/N stood at the counter, carefully buttering a piece of toast like she hadn’t ridden him into the dirt less than twelve hours ago. Like she hadn’t dropped to her knees, moaning while she licked sweat and grease off his cock, his abs, his throat.

She didn’t look at him once.

Johnny stood in the doorway, shirtless, still damp from a quick rinse at the outdoor tap, jeans slung low on his hips. His cross chain hung over his bare chest, catching the light with every breath.

She was ignoring him.

He watched her slice into her toast, jaw tight. Fake casual.

"Morning," she said, not turning around.

That did it.

In two long strides, he was behind her, grabbing her by the hips and slamming her against the kitchen table. The toast clattered to the floor. A mug tipped and shattered. She gasped.

“Done pretending?” Johnny growled against her ear. “You think I’m gonna let you act like you didn’t have your tongue down my throat, licking sweat off my fuckin’ cock like a starving little freak?”

She gasped, half turning, but his hand was already yanking her shorts down. He bent her over the table, her hands slamming against the surface as he kicked her legs apart and pushed her panties to the side.

“You’re filthy,” he hissed, voice low and thick as he pushed inside her. “My greedy little slut. Been clenching around nothing all morning, haven’t you?”

She moaned, face flushed, trying to brace herself, but Johnny was relentless. He pounded into her from behind, the table creaking beneath them as he gripped her hips and pulled her back onto him over and over.

“Say it,” he growled. “Say you fucking love it. Say you love being my filthy little mess.”

“N-no—” she gasped.

He laughed darkly. “Still lying, huh?”

In one fluid motion, he flipped her onto her back, sending the last of the dishes crashing to the floor. He pinned her thighs wide open and thrust deep again. His chain slapped her cheek, glinting and cold.

She moaned — loud, raw, involuntary.

Johnny froze for a split second, then grinned down at her.

“Oh, you liked that?” he said, tilting his head, the chain brushing her jaw again. “You liked my chain slapping your face while I fuck you dumb?”

“Shut up,” she whispered, breathless.

His laugh was pure sin. “You’re such a little freak for me.”

He grabbed her jaw and spit right into her mouth.

Her eyes rolled back as she swallowed, trembling under him.

Then he leaned in, sucked her tongue into his mouth, slow and nasty, kissing her like he was claiming every inch she had left.

When he finally pulled back, she was shaking beneath him, wrecked and ruined, her body clinging to him like it never wanted to let go.

Johnny looked down at her, still buried deep inside, and smirked.

“Goddamn,” he murmured, brushing sweaty hair from her face. “You’re clenching like you never wanna let me go. You’re fuckin’ addicted to me.”

And the worst part?

She was.

Johnny’s chest was still rising and falling when he pulled away, lips tingling, his hands flexing once more around Y/N’s thighs like his body didn’t want to let go of hers. She was trembling — not the sexy, overstimulated kind of tremble he usually teased her for, but that soft, shaky, spent tremble. Her limbs were slack. Her mouth parted with little breathless exhales. And when he slowly pulled out, she gave a weak, whimpery noise that made something deep inside him tighten.

She wasn’t just cockdrunk. She was done.

“Shit,” he muttered, catching her before she slumped completely.

He held her up against him for a second, arms wrapped tight around her waist, forehead pressed to her temple. She was limp. Soft. Her skin was damp with sweat and slick and the evidence of how thoroughly he’d ruined her.

“Hey,” he murmured, voice low, not quite teasing anymore. “You good, baby?”

Y/N gave a half-nod against his shoulder, but her body swayed again.

Johnny’s cocky smirk faded.

“Okay, okay,” he mumbled, hands going steady and sure, his whole body shifting into caretaker mode even as he tried to play it cool. “You really went and fucked yourself out this time, huh?”

He scooped her up easily — strong arms under her thighs and back, cradling her like she was made of something fragile. He carried her away from the table, away from the mess they’d made, toward the bed where the sheets were half-pulled down.

He tried to act unaffected.

“Didn’t know you were that desperate for me, sweetheart,” he drawled, trying for lightness, even though his voice cracked ever so slightly. “Jumpin’ me like that? Can’t blame you though—look at me.”

But he was already pulling the blanket down, gently lowering her to the mattress, moving her hair from her face with the softest brush of his fingers.

She let out a tiny sound — some mix of exhaustion and comfort — and curled instinctively toward him.

“Jesus,” he breathed, kneeling beside the bed. His eyes roamed her face: flushed, dewy, lashes wet at the tips. She was trying to stay awake, blinking slow like her body was shutting down completely.

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. Then another, slower, to the top of her spine.

She was his. And she’d given him everything.

He rubbed her thighs in slow circles, grounding her. One hand cradled her hip, the other smoothing through her hair again and again until her breathing started to settle.

Still, she trembled.

Johnny frowned and got up without a word. A minute later he came back with a bottle of water, a cool washcloth, and a damp towel slung over his shoulder.

“Here,” he said softly, holding the bottle to her lips. “Small sips.”

She drank, blinking up at him like he was some kind of ghost.

“You ain’t allowed to pass out on me like that, baby,” he said, quieter this time, trying not to sound shaken. “You scared me.”

She opened her mouth to tease him — but no words came out. Just another small, exhausted sound. Her body twitched.

Johnny exhaled slow. He gently spread her thighs and started cleaning her with warm, steady hands. She didn’t even flinch — just melted into the sheets, skin sighing under his touch. When he finished, he pulled a fresh shirt over her head, one of his, and climbed in behind her.

He pulled her into his chest, his arms locking around her tightly. His heartbeat was steady and strong, his voice a low rumble in her ear as he whispered:

“You’re okay. I got you.”

She murmured something into his neck.

He didn’t catch the words. But he felt the way her hand curled into his chest. He felt the softest kiss against his collarbone.

And when she fell asleep like that, clinging to him, completely undone, Johnny didn’t sleep right away.

He just held her there in the quiet — his cocky mask long gone — staring at the ceiling, wondering how the hell he’d gotten so deep.

Because for the first time, he wasn’t just thinking about how good she felt wrapped around him.

He was thinking about how good she fit.

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[lehguru]

FIRST TASK + ONE PIECE MEN

how they would react to their child first task + trafalgar law, roronoa zoro, sanji

info + tw: for the people that dont know— first tasks are something that the kids do alone for their parents in japan, its usually simple stuff, like buying one or two things at the market! also, ive randomized the kids for each of them tw children — ko-fi

trafalgar d.water law thought he wasn't a protective father—when the idea of sending his three year old daughter to buy basic medical supplies alone came up, he was calm about it and agreed. bepo gave her a bag that matched her father's hat, berries to buy the supplies and a pocket den den mushi. while everyone in the crew was almost crying seeing her walk off alone, law let out a soft 'tsk' and said "all of you are overreacting. she will be fine."

it didn't take 10 minutes for him to wonder if she was really fine, where she was, if she was coming back or was still buying things—what if she never made it to the pharmacy at all. he tried to focus on other matters, but those thoughts never left him. he got up and went to leave the submarine, the crew following suit and telling him to wait.

when the door was swung open, golden eyes that mirrored his blinked up at him. she proudly showed the bag with the supplies, her lips splitting into a smile. feeling tears tickling his lower eyelid, law kneeled and gave her a tight hug. "'m so glad you're okay." he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. he pulled away and patted her head. "you did well." while they walked back inside the ship, the little girl started to ramble about her adventure, making a soft smile appear on trafalgar's lips.

roronoa zoro always did things alone as a child, so when nami proposed that he asked his son to do a task in the next island they stop at, zoro groaned a yes. when the day came, he sent off his son with one of his swords—the excuse was to fix it's guard—and just went to take a nap like always. "aren't you worried he might get in trouble?" nami asked, looking at the green haired man with raised eyebrows. zoro shook his head and nami murmured: "okay, well, let's just hope he knows how to use your sword."

upon hearing that, zoro immediately jumped out of the ship, the two swords he still had tied to his belt clicking together. his heart raced as he ran around town, looking for the tiny version of himself—when he found him, it was quite hilarious. "are you challenging the son of the greatest swordsman? how dare you!" the kid yelled, waving his father's sword at a stray cat that didn't seem phased at all. zoro cleared his throat and the green haired child turned fastly, dropping the sword and startling the cat.

"h-hi da—" zoro approaching him made the boy shut himself up. he gulped, his black eyes going wide and his lips pursing. as zoro raised his hand, he prepared himself for a good smack, he closed his eyes and—felt a soft pat on top of his head. "your posture holding the sword was wrong. pick up the sword and let's go, i'll teach you." they started to walk back (away) to the ship, the 'task' long forgotten. but zoro was quite proud of his little one, nonetheless.

sanji adored his son more than everything in the world. even if they didn't look alike appearance wise, the kid behaved so much like him, sanji would do anything to protect him. "i can do it, daddy!" his kid exclaimed one day while they were out getting groceries for the ship. "imma get spices! alone!" the little giggle that left his lips made sanji simply nod and the boy ran away happy before his father could even process his sentences.

after a couple of seconds, sanji ran after the kid, but keeping his distance and watching out for him. surprisingly, the little one was picking up all the right spices and even held the door open for a lady to walk out. feeling his chest swell with pride—and his eyes filling up with tears—, he went back to the store he was previously.

"dad, i got them!" he exclaimed as soon as he saw the blonde. their bright smile could blind everyone around the duo. sanji kneeled to hug him and chuckled. "i'm so proud of you." they walked back home holding hands, talking happily about the exciting dishes they could cook—sanji felt like something inside him was slowly healing.

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[writtenbyan-aries]

I have a Sam request! Do you remember the “pretend to kiss my guy best friend challenge” where the girl would get close and then usually the guy would take over the kiss? It was all over tik tok at one point. Could you do that? It can be just fluff or go however you want. I just think it would be cute!

∶ Summary: ask sums it up pretty well

∶ Warnings: some swearing, kissing, fluffffff

∶ Word Count: 1.1K | unedited

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You set your phone up on the coffee table against the vase, making sure it was angled perfectly towards you.

You waited a few a few seconds, quickly grabbing the bag from the floor as soon as you heard sam walking in, “So today-“

“Hey, hey, hey.” Sam stops as he walks up behind you, his head tilting as he points towards the phone, “Whatcha doin’?” You laugh, “Oh I was just getting ready to do a haul of stuff I got today. Come sit. I’ll show you.”

“Where’d you go?” He asks as he walks around to sit next to you, “And did you get me anything?” He laughs as you roll your eyes, “Actually yeah, I did.”

“Really?” He raises his brows, “What’d you get me?”

“Can you be patient for like two seconds?” You laugh and Sam holds his hands up in defense, “Whoa, if sass is what you got, you can take it right back and return it.” He fights back a laugh but fails, “Sorry.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you glance to the camera.

You weren’t really doing a haul, you were climbing aboard the, I kissed my best friend and this is what happened, trend, but you were nervous as fuck, to say the least.

“You’re fine.” You laugh, “Okay, so I didn’t get much, but I did get this bag, cute, small. Perfect for short travels.” You show Sam and he smiles, “I like the color of that, it’s pretty.”

You smile, feeling your cheeks heat up the more you try and push yourself to just do it.

“And then I got these jeans, I needed ones that weren’t ripped and these were on sale.” You turn from the camera and show them to Sam.

He nods, “Simple. Cute. Can go with anything.” He shrugs with a laugh, “I don’t know.”

You smile, “Oh, here.” You reach into the bag, “I got you this. I remember you saying you needed a new plain black hat, so.”

“Oh no way.” He sits up, “Thank you.” He reaches for it, but you pull it away. He looks at you confused and you take a quiet breath, leaning in to place the hat on his head.

Your eyes stay on his and he laughs anxiously, “What.. are you doing?” He asks lowly, his tone saturated in high pitched nervousness.

You get closer, and closer, and finally, when your lips are just about to touch, you chicken out, pulling away but Sam reaches up, “No wait, get back here.”

He pulls you back in while leaning in himself, his lips meeting yours, and every ounce of anxiety was drained from your body.

Your hand goes up to rest against his cheek as your lips move slowly with his. He pulls away slightly, “This wasn’t a haul was it?”

You shake your head, “Not at all.”

He smiles, shaking his head before pulling you back in for another kiss.

After a few seconds, you smile against his lips and lean over to grab your phone. You stop recording and look at Sam. He tilts his head, “So was that just for a trend or were you testing the waters?”

“Both?” You shrug, “I mean, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while, but I figured doing it for a trend would make the rejection hurt less, you know?” You laugh slightly as Sam furrows his brows, “Why would I reject you?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug, “I just wasn’t sure if-“

He cuts you off, “The only rejection you’d ever get from me is if you wanted to, I don’t know, go on a double date and we weren’t the ones going as a couple.”

You purse your lips, fighting back a smirk and Sam grabs your phone, fast forwarding the video to where you first put his hat on him. A smile grows on his face as he watches himself pull you back into him, “Post it.”

“Yeah?” You ask, a smile forming on your lips, “You sure?”

He hands you back your phone, “If you don’t, I will.” He leans back and extends his arm out, “Come here.” You lean back, your side resting comfortably against his as you work on clipping the video.

You move to TikTok and find the sound, Electric Love.

You and Sam watch as the sound matches up perfectly with him pulling you back into him and you can’t help but smile, your cheeks forming that same heat they did prior.

“That was honestly such a good first kiss.” Sam chuckles, “I think it was perfect.”

You look up at him, “It was, wasn’t it?” You smile, watching as his eyes move back and forth between your lips and eyes. He leans in, gently pressing his lips to yours and he leans back, “Yeah, I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to doing that.”

You reach up, pulling him back in for another smooch, “Yeah, me either.” You look back at your phone, “Do you want tagged?”

“Um, yes. And I want that full video, too. You look so cute when you’re nervous.” He smirks and you scoff, “Hey, now. No need to bring my nervousness into this.”

“But it’s so cute not to.” He leans in, wrapping his arms around you. He presses a kiss to your temple and reaches up to hit post before you can, “There. Done.”

You shake your head, “I’m so glad you liked me enough to do that.”

“Post it for you or kiss you?”

You laugh, “I could have posted it, but I mean kiss me.”

“I love you, why wouldn’t I kiss you?”

You look up at him, “you love me?”

He nods with a smile, eyes scanning over your face and you smile, “I love you.” He leans in, lips pressing to yours. He pulls away and tosses your phone onto the chair across from him, “You might not want to look at that for a while.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” You sit up, turning to face him, “I have something better to focus on right now.” You lean in, closing the space between your faces.

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Thank you so much for reading! I love you tons! Catch you in the next one! 🖤

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[nylqnder]

𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 | 𝐆𝐀𝐁𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓

— cozytober masterlist !

summary: homecoming takes an unexpected turn for gabe when he meets you and your infectious energy that takes his attention completely off the game.

warnings: brief mention of drinking, a lil kiss scene

word count: 1.65k

notes: fic number five of cozytober! based on 'had me by halftime' by morgan wallen. fall = homecoming = football games and school spirit (roll eagles)

Gabe adjusted his Boston College hat, the brim low to shield his eyes from the mid-afternoon sun as he stepped out of the Uber, scanning the sea of maroon and gold that sprawled before him. The crisp October air carried the unmistakable smell of charcoal grills and the distant hum of laughter and music. Fall was definitely here, but the warmth of the day still clung in the air, that perfect mix of cool breezes and lingering heat that made it hard to believe summer was really over.

Gabe weaved through groups of students and alumni, looking for Jacob. He had texted him earlier to meet up in the parking lot where the tailgate was going on, Gabe figuring he was already set up in the thick of it. Sure enough, he spotted Jacob, who was laughing alongside his girlfriend Olivia, and a small group of her friends.

“Hey man,” Jacob greeted Gabe, dapping him up when he approached.

Gabe returned the dap with a smile, already feeling the buzz of energy around him. "What’s up, bud?" he replied.

“You gonna get in on our pool? We’ve got a bet going about the over-under for total points.” Jacob explained.

“Don’t do it, Gabe, the buy-in is forty bucks,” Olivia warned, receiving an eye roll from Jacob that didn’t go unnoticed. “You blow money on stupid things and then lose them, Jacob, you need better spending habits.”

Gabe slightly tuned out the bickering couple, his eyes scanning the lively crowd around him when his wandering gaze fell on you. You stood just a few feet away, engaged in a heated game of cornhole with some guy, tossing playful trash talk his way. You wore a cropped Zay Flowers BC jersey slightly exposing your midriff and a sparkling stud on your bellybutton. Your hair fell in loose waves around your shoulders, and the bright smile that stretched across your face was infectious.

“You see something you like?” a voice teased from beside him. Gabe forced his eyes away from you as he realized Olivia had caught him staring. A knowing smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “That’s y/n. She’s one of my friends from bio, I’m sitting next to her in the game. I should introduce you.”

“What?” Gabe tried to play it off cool, but he could feel the heat rising to his cheeks. “Nah, I was just—”

“Staring, yeah, I know,” Emily teased, giving him a playful nudge. “She’s great, by the way. She’s super smart, a little intense but in the best way, and she’s got this whole Georgia thing going on. You’ll hear it when she talks, trust me. You should totally go say hi.”

“Ah, I don’t know…” Gabe said, looking back at you. He watched as you threw your head back with laughter, the joyous sound rising to the noise of the crowd.

“Come on man, don’t be wimp.” Jacob urged, giving him a soft shove.

Gabe rolled his eyes but couldn’t deny the spark of interest flaring inside him. “Alright, fine. I’ll go talk to her.”

He stepped forward, weaving through the crowd, trying to figure out how to approach without coming off like a total idiot. Just as you were lining up your next shot, he cleared his throat. “Pretty sure you’re making this guy’s life miserable.”

You let out a laugh, the sound melodic. “Hey, it’s not my fault he’s terrible at this,” you teased, taking your shot and sinking the bag perfectly into the hole, winning your game.

“Wow, I’m impressed,” Gabe said. “Mind if I challenge the winner?”

“You want in on this?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Alright, but just know I won’t go easy on you.”

Gabe chuckled, appreciating your boldness. “I wouldn’t want you to.”

The game started, and you made sure to keep the banter alive. As the two of you exchanged playful jabs, Gabe quickly learned a few things: you were from Georgia, which explained the slight twang in your voice and what Olivia said earlier, and you were majoring in biology. It was clear you had a contagious energy about you, something that made it easy for Gabe to be around you.

When the start time of the game neared, you shifted inside the stadium where you and Gabe ended up sitting next to each other, leaving Jacob and Olivia to their own little world. The stands were packed, the atmosphere electric as the Eagles took the field. Throughout the first quarter, Gabe tried to keep his focus on the field, but his mind kept drifting back to you—how animated you got with every play, the way you yelled at the refs, and how you’d nudge him whenever something exciting happened. Football was supposed to be the main event, but now? You were stealing the show.

Midway through the game, you pulled out a couple of airplane bottles from your purse, handing a tiny bottle of Fireball to Gabe. “Security didn’t catch these,” you whispered, winking. “Wanna share?”

He grinned, feeling a little rebellious as he took the bottle from you. “You come prepared.”

“Always,” you said, clinking your bottle against his.

And when the fight song started blaring through the speakers, you threw your arm around his shoulder, singing loudly and pulling him into it. “Come on, Gabe! You gotta show some school spirit!”

He laughed but joined in, letting you drag him into the moment, singing along with the rest of the crowd, even though he didn’t know the words as well as you did. There was something infectious about your energy, the way you were so unapologetically yourself, and Gabe found himself caught up in it.

By the time the fourth quarter rolled around, the Eagles were trailing by 3, but you were still holding onto hope, your eyes glued to the field. When they scored with just 15 seconds left, you let out a scream of pure joy and launched yourself into Gabe’s arms. His arm instinctively wrapped around your waist as he picked you up, the two of you caught up in the moment as the crowd roared around you.

“They did it!” you yelled, beaming as you hugged him tightly.

Gabe couldn’t help but smile back, caught up in your joy. There was something about the way you were looking at him in that moment, so full of life and excitement, that made him realize something. He wasn’t just into you because of the game, or because of how you looked in the jersey, or even the way you made him laugh. He was into you because of you.

As the crowd started to thin out, you hooked your arm through his, still talking about the game, about how this was exactly what the Eagles needed to turn their season around. He listened, though his mind was elsewhere — on you, on the feeling of your arm around his, on how easy it was to be around you. As the crowd spilled out into the streets, Gabe offered to walk you back to your dorm, which you accepted gratefully. The sunset bathed the campus in a golden light, casting a warm glow that made you look radiant in his eyes. You chatted the whole way back, the conversation flowing easily, like you’d known each other for longer than just a few hours.

When you reached your dorm, the orange and pink hues of the sky made you look almost ethereal. The lingering warmth of the day clung to the air, Gabe feeling a sudden rush of nerves. The conversation had slowed to a comfortable lull, and you were smiling at him, your eyes glowing in the soft light of the setting sun. Gabe rubbed the back of his neck, taking a step closer to you, feeling like now or never.

“You know,” he began, his voice a little lower than usual, “I’ve had a really great time today. Didn’t think I’d get this lucky at a football game.”

You tilted your head, grinning, “Lucky, huh? I feel like I’m the one who should be saying that. You were a great seat partner.”

Gabe chuckled, but his smile faded slightly as he searched your eyes. His heart pounded in his chest as he leaned in just a bit, testing the waters. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” you replied, your voice softening in the quiet of the evening.

For a moment, Gabe hesitated, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm. “Can I kiss you?”

The question hung in the air between you for what felt like an eternity, but when you nodded, your lips curved into a small, inviting smile. Gabe didn’t waste another second. He closed the gap between you, gently cupping your face with one hand as he pressed his lips to yours.

The kiss was soft and tentative at first, the faint taste of Fireball still lingering on both of your lips. But as you leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his neck, the kiss deepened. It was sweet and full of excitement as Gabe’s hands moved down to your waist. Gabe’s heart raced as the warmth of your body melted into his, and for a few moments, the world outside your little bubble ceased to exist.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your faces inches apart. Gabe couldn’t help the goofy smile that spread across his face. “Wow,” he murmured.

You laughed softly, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. “Wow is right.”

You probably think that it was the kiss that did it for Gabe, that made him want to make you his. That maybe that was the moment when it all clicked for Gabe — the warmth of your lips, the way you smiled right after, or how the sunset framed you like something out of a movie.

But if you ask him, he’d tell you he knew by halftime.

[rebelliousstories]

Not On My Watch

Relationship: Cooper “The Ghoul” Howard x Reader

Fandom: Fallout

Request: Yes by @victias

Warnings: Strong Language, Brief Violence, Suggestive Themes

Word Count: 1,128

Main Masterlist: Here

Fallout Masterlist: Here

Part Two: Faces of Old, Faces of New

Summary: There is something that can flip a switch in even the most trusting of men; jealousy. Now what switch that is all depends on the man.

Walking alongside each other in the desert was not the most ideal plan for anyone. But it worked for them. Salvation from the blistering heat was found just up the road at a small city that was hustling and bustling with people and shops. 

“How many you got left, baby?” She asked, peaking her head out from the lip of her matching cowboy hat. Deftly, Cooper dug around in his satchel to pull the bag with his chems out. 

“Got three. Know anyone with access here?” He replied, tucking them back in and continuing to walk. 

“Please. You know I always know a guy, baby. Don’t worry about it.” Her tone was teasing as she playfully hit his shoulder. Cooper allowed a small smirk to overtake his face at his partner’s jests. Thoughts ran rampant in his head as he continued to walk. His self esteem was finally on the up and up after they collected the latest bounty, but it was times like these that tested that. 

It seems like a lifetime ago that he had stumbled upon the woman in the middle of the Wasteland, half beaten and looted, but determined to get her effects back in a timely manner. An unusual partnership struck up when she offered a hundred caps to help her find the men that took her gear. As they tracked them through the Wastelands, they quickly realized that they had more in common with each other than they previously thought. 

Oh, and get her gear she did. Cooper did not realize that he was that attracted to someone so covered in blood and gore until he saw the hell she unleashed upon those men. From that point forward, they continued to travel and make their living together. Trading chems and caps for companionship. 

However, in between the nights nestled together for warmth, and days on the open land, doubts came in to the scarred head of Cooper Howard. There was the persisting thought of never being there in the long run. If being feral doe not get him, it is going to be someone else. Or he will just have his body shut down because even he does not know what is going to happen exactly. Or maybe she would realize that being with a ghoul is more of a hinderance rather than a benefit. 

“Hey,” she jolted him out of his thoughts, “you alright there, baby? You left for a little while.” Her voice was honey sweet, and lace with concern as she observed her partner. 

“Course I’m alrigh’. Let’s go.”  He trudged on ahead, leaving the woman to catch up to him yet again. Once in town, they took inventory of what was around them. A few street vendors for food and crafts, a medical shop, a bar, and a little inn that was left from the old days. Walking into the doctor's place, the sterile smell was a welcomed change of pace from the dirty way of. life outside these white walls. Their boots clicked against the hard floor as the saddled up to the counter. 

“We don't take your kind here, Ghoul. Go somewhere else.” A man behind the counter spoke, looking up from his ledger. His eyes scanned the deformed man before his gaze landed on the woman next to him. 

“Now what can I help you with, little lady?” He leered, teeth yellowed beyond saving in his smile. 

“Sixty vials of chems. Now.” She stated. Her face was devoid of any emotion other than contempt. But the man in front of her only saw that as a challenge, while the Ghoul watched. 

“Oh. I think we can strike up a deal. Just for you of course.” Once more, he tried to make himself more appealing than he actually was. 

“Chems for caps. I have no interest in a man that looks, smells, and acts worse than the foulest of ghouls.” She said bluntly and watched the man's face fall. He shuffled around quietly and produced the sixty vials they requested. 

“Sixty chems for one hundred twenty caps.” The doctor eyed the woman nervously for her next movement. 

“That sign out front says ‘five chems for three caps.’ Now, the only you're gettin’ a hundred twenty caps from me, is if you supply the appropriate amount of chems. Now, here's thirty-six caps for sixty chems.” Tossing the bottle caps on the counter, the woman kept them just out of reach until the doctor produced what he had promised. He kept to himself while working on grabbing the vials. Once they had swapped hands, she tipped her hat as the duo walked outside. 

“Pleasure doin’ business with you.” And with that, they left. She passed the chems to Cooper so he could replenish but he just stood there dumbfounded. 

“The hell was that?” He questioned, voice tinged in false fury. 

“That was me getting your meds. What's the problem?” She pushed back, wondering what was going on with the Ghoul. 

“Why didn't you want him?” Cooper's quiet voice whispered as he kept his eyes to the ground. 

“Whatcha talkin’ about baby? What do you mean?” Stepping closer, she tried to get him to look up but to no avail. 

“You could have your choice of man. Even one not so… deformed. What are you even doing with me anyways?” There goes his barriers yet again. Howard had perfected building the walls back up around his heart when they would fall down in front of her. But she just stepped closer to him, and pressed her fingerless gloves hand to his cheeks so that she could look in his eyes. 

“Coop, I don't want no one else but you,” she started, “I don't want someone not deformed. Most of these men are far uglier inside then out. I can deal with someone not attractive to most people. He just needs to be attractive to me.” By the time she had finished, Cooper was looking her in the eye, and feeling himself crumble. 

“Now you gonna make this old cowpoke go soft which is not gonna be too good now, sweetheart.” He drawled out, resting his hands on her hips softly. Pulling her even closer, they stood underneath their hat brims for a moment. 

“That's okay. As long as that cowpoke knows I ain't goin’ nowhere for no one. And I'll continue to make sure he believes and knows that. No self doubt on that front. Not on my watch.” She replied, saying them ever so softly. 

“What's you say we try and find us a nice spot to camp tonight? Wanna be able to treat you for bein’ oh so kind.” Cooper smirked, finally Slipping right back into the charming ghoul she knew and loved. 

“Lead the way, partner.” 

[haeoflii]

Charlie headcanons! (even though they're my OC)

(I made these hcs just cus wanted an excuse to use my gifs that I made)

- Once Charlie tried cooking together with Lilia. Never again. It took weeks for the pungent smell to leave the entire dorm.

- Trey once let Charlie cook in Heartslabyul's kitchen and was bamboozled because when he looked away for a second, Charlie somehow made a leather bag, a hat, tap shoes, and burnt toast with the baking ingredients.

- Charlie likes to bother ask the beastmen and merfolk students about their anatomy, but not because they've never seen one before. It's just that the animal-like toons in his world are usually anthropomorphic animals, animals that can either talk or make their respective noises or something that resembles an animal.

- Never play any card games with Ace and Charlie because it will be the most unfair, chicanery, fraudulence, crookedness, dishonest, conspiratorial, treacherous, immoral, and deceitful game of cards you'll ever play.

- Charlie's brother, Coco is the exact opposite of him. (Charlie being carefree, positive, impulsive, extroverted and technology inept while Coco being cautious, an overthinker, negative, introverted and a tech wiz)

- Idia gets pissed off at Charlie because they always beat him in video games no matter what genre it is! even though they suck at using technology.

- Similar to Thor's hammer, Charlie's bag can't be lifted by anyone, not even using Malleus' magic. Only him and grim can pick it up.

- Charlie treats everyone (except Leona and the staff) like their younger brother but many people think they're looking down on them.

- A Heartslabyul student once used Charlie as a mallet for a croquet game.

- While cheering for Epel in a Spell drive practice, a disk went flying towards their face and in a blink of an eye, they swallowed the entire thing by accident.

- The next day they tried to give back the disk, saying they spent an hour in the bathroom trying to get it out. Afterwards, he asked if Leona could pay for his broken toilet.

- Charlie came home that day with a free spell drive disk in one hand and a stack of cash in the other.

- There's a small group of students in NRC who hold secret club meetings to discuss whether or not Charlie's an alien from outer space (I might make them into ocs)

- During book 4, Charlie challenged Overblot!Jamil to a breakdance battle.

- Charlie tripped over Silver more than once.

- While Charlie may be androgynous looking, some people in NRC think Charlie is a really unfortunate-looking girl (one of them being Crowley)

- Azul considers Charlie an exceptional waiter during rush hour due to the fact they can carry 26 plates of food, 31 drinks and 54 utensils without dropping anything.

- During their break at the Mostro Lounge, the tweels would see how far they can stretch Charlie.

- Floyd once tied Charlie like a balloon animal

- The reason why Charlie's name is "Sue Pierre Calli Francis Lizzie Lexis Ally Dokken" is because those are the names given to them from different adoptive families.

- Charlie knows about cinematography, film theory, colour theory and composition.

- Vil and Charlie have movie nights and make an analysis of them.

- Leona once walked in on Charlie and Ruggie fighting over 10 madol on the ground.

- Charlie can walk on the ceiling for comedic purposes only. Both Lilia and him would hang upside down and scare others.

- Charlie thinks Riddle's ahoge looks like a cockroach.

- Charlie can break the 4th wall

- Because of that, Charlie is 100% percent aware that they're a cartoon character and that they're being posted on tumblr.com. They are also aware that they're created for purely comedic purposes. They're pretty chill with it but they still won't think too hard about it otherwise they'll go into an existential crisis.

- But sometimes, on those cold sleepless nights, Charlie thinks about how they'll never get out of this never ending cycle of nonsense and absurdity, forced to be put through bizarre situation for the sake of entertainment. As long as their creator continues to exist, they will never ever break free from this ridiculous existence.

- Charlie dreads for the day where their loved ones will be subject to the whims of their childish god.

- They're also aware of other ocs being ocs and how twst is from Disney (won't tell a soul to anyone. Will keep this secret till their death)

[vivian-pascal]

Sandy Winds

bf!javier x f!reader

summary: Just a relaxing day out with your lovely boyfriend, Javier Peña.

warnings: fluff, teasing, public clit rubbing/fingering, ass grabbing, dirty spanish talking javi, hand grinding, description of what reader wears, vivid description of reader/Javi applying sunscreen

authors note: this is for Jamie's ocean challenge!! @mermaidgirl30

You woke up this morning feeling bright and happy. The sun was shining, the weather was good. So, you rolled over and looked at the man sleeping next to you. Your hand slowly ran up his back and into his messy curls, softy massaging his head as you watched him begin to wake.

He slowly turned over to you and smiled. "Morning querida." His gravelly morning voice coming out stronger than ever. You smirked at him as his eyes slowly began to flicker open.

"Let's go to the beach." His head immediately perked up and smiled. He hummed lowly. "And, what's got ya in the mood to go to the beach today? Thought you didn't like the sand mi amor."

You giggle at his teasing and roll your eyes. "The sun looks so beautiful today and it's perfect! I checked the forecast so it looks like there will be no rain!"

He smiles at you as you boop his nose. "Alright alright." You smile with excitement as you immediately bounce up from bed and go to grab a swim suit.

When you emerge back from the closet fully changed into your bikini, Javier can't help but to mellow a low whistle. You looked stunning.

He rises out of bed and walks over to you. Placing his hands on your waist and reaching down to grab your ass. You swat at his arm and roll your eyes. "Te ves tan hermoso bebé"

You giggle as he reaches down to kiss your lips. "Javi!!! We need to go!" He chuckles at your flustered state and lets go of your body. You grab towels, sunscreen, and you even pack a cooler filled with some drinks and snacks. You also make sure to grab some umbrellas.

Before heading out to load everything into the car, you grab your sun hat and a pull over for your swimsuit. You load everything into the back of the jeep as you hop into the passenger side.

You see Javier coming out through the garage with his swim trunks on and a green shirt. One of your favorite shirts. You unwind the window and shout out to him. "Don't wear that one!"

He gives you a confused look before heading towards you to understand what you said. "What?" You roll your eyes and motion for him to open the door. He does as he's told and stands with his hand above the door and his other on his hip.

"Don't wear that shirt." He wipes the sweat off his temple and rolls his eyes. "And why not?" "Because it's my favorite and I don't want it to get ruined at the beach."

"But I thought my blue shirt was our favorite?" You roll your eyes and sigh. "I have many favorites, now go change!" He scoffs before running back inside and forcefully changing his shirt, he reemerges with a black tank top and you smile as it is acceptable.

He hops into the car and buckles his seat belt. "Thanks hon!" You smile at him as he starts the car and backs out. "Sure thing hermosa."

Your at the beach in no time, he parks the car up and you both grab your things. Javier grabs all the heavy things of course, since you couldn't be seen with a crooked back but he could.

You grab the towels and your bag whilst Javier carries the umbrellas and cooler.

You both walk along the beach for a little before finding a nice, quiet sunny spot. He sets up the umbrellas and you lie the towels down under them. You sit on your towel while Javier assembles the umbrellas above you. You remove your pullover and start the sunscreen process.

You start with your arms, rubbing equal amounts of sunscreen on each and then down to your legs doing the same. You rub some on your face and neck before calling Javier over to do your back. This was his favorite.

He smirks as he grabs the sunscreen bottle and pours the lotion into his hand. "Now, I don't need a massage Javi, just some sunscreen applied." He rolls his eyes as he gets to work.

Slowly rubbing the cream over your back and on your shoulders, massaging it in thoroughly. He reaches down and applies some to your ass, making sure to give it a big squeeze before you turn around and scold him.

He sits next to you on his towel and watches you as you put your sun hat back on and start your people watching. He looks at you softly as he admires you.

You're his. His beautiful girl that he loves dearly. He watches as your eyes softly begin to close as you reach your hands back and begin tanning.

He moves closer to you and runs a hand over your belly, your eyes flicker open as you see his hand slowly running down your body.

"Javi." You whisper in desperation as his hand runs over your clothed pussy and down your thighs. He runs his finger under the band of your bikini and you gasp quietly.

He pulls you close so you're lying down and facing him, one leg over his. Giving him easy access to your sweet core. He looks around to see nobody in sight. When the coast is clear, he slowly pulls back your bikini bottoms and inserts his hand.

You moan at the contact of his fingers on your clit, rubbing in slow soft circles. You grab onto his bicep and pull your hat down and over your face.

His fingers run down your slit and tease your weeping hole, going in the slightest bit but then pulling back out again. He circles your clit with the smallest amount of pressure before inserting his middle and ring finger into your hole.

You moan aloud at the intrusion, he shushes you as you bury your head into his shoulder. His other hand reaches behind you and squeezes your arm, pulling you closer to him.

You begin to grind down on his hand as his movements speed up. "Estoy aquí cariño" He praises you as he circles your clit with his thumb.

Moaning and gasping as his hands work their magic. You tug at his shirt as he adds a third finger. "Come on hermosa, you can take it."

You moan as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your weeping pussy at an exhilarating pace, making your thighs tremble as you grip his shirt harder and bury your teeth into his shoulder as you come.

He growls as he feels our pussy leaking for him. He rubs your arm as he soothes you.

You giggle as the waves of your orgasm subsides. He nudges your hat up to see our beautiful face and immediately smirks. "That was fun!" You giggle as he chuckles and nods his head.

You spend the rest of the day swimming in the ocean and tanning with Javier. Just you and him, and the beach.

translations-

querida-dear

mi amor-my love

te ves tan hermoso bebé-you look so beautiful baby

hermosa-beautiful

estoy aquí cariño-i'm here honey

tags!!

@guelyury @livingonthehems @ursagittariusgirlfriend @iamsherloocked @heartpascalispunk

@pinkcrystal44 @amyispxnk @simplewanderer @tupelomiss @heartramen

@kotourasan123@brittmb115 @littlevenicebitch69 @sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts

@morallyinept @magpiepills @javierpenaispunk @rav3n-pascal22 @yorksgirl

@itsokbbygrl @mountainsandmayhem

[brainddeadd]

Deck the Malls with Chaos and Hockey Boys

Christmas shopping with the New Jersey Devils was supposed to be fun—until the second you walked into the mall. Jack Hughes sprinted off toward the tech store without warning, Luke Hughes wandered toward the shoe section, and Dawson Mercer decided it was a great time to challenge a mall Santa to a race through the food court.

Nico Hischier pinched the bridge of his nose, already exasperated. “We should’ve split into groups.”

“But then you wouldn’t get to babysit us all,” you tease, adjusting the Santa hat Dawson had perched on your head earlier.

Nico gave you a flat look. “Trust me, that would’ve been a gift.”

You grin. “Come on, Captain Grinch. It’s Christmas shopping—how bad can it be?”

Nico’s skeptical silence tells you everything you need to know: It’s going to get worse. Much worse.

The chaos starts almost immediately. Jack vanishes into the tech store, and by the time Nico catches up to him, Jack’s holding a drone, wireless speakers, and some kind of robot vacuum.

“Jack, we don’t need that,” Nico groans, tugging the vacuum box from his hands.

“But it’s on sale!” Jack protests, like that justifies everything. “We could totally use it for—”

“No.”

Nico steers Jack out of the store before he can cause any further damage, just as Luke texts the group chat: at Foot Locker, lost dawson

You snort and hold your phone up to Nico. “We already lost Mercer.”

“Great,” Nico mutters. “This is why I wanted to split up.”

After managing to extract Luke from the shoe store (he still bought two pairs of sneakers, claiming they were necessities), you finally track Dawson down near the food court.

He’s standing next to a very tired mall Santa, grinning ear to ear. “What took you guys so long?”

“What did you do?” Nico asks, voice full of dread.

“We had a race,” Dawson says proudly, still catching his breath. “He’s fast for an old guy.”

Jack elbows him, laughing. “Santa smoked you, huh?”

“He’s got magic powers,” Dawson replies solemnly.

Nico shakes his head, clearly regretting every life choice that brought him here. “Let’s focus, please. We’re here to shop, not race Santa.”

As you make your way through the mall, the boys drift in and out of stores, each contributing to the mayhem in their own way.

Jack keeps disappearing, popping back up with random gadgets that no one asked for. Luke insists on trying on every jacket in sight, modeling them with exaggerated poses. Dawson is too busy testing out every scented candle to be of any real help.

You, on the other hand, are laser-focused on your mission: getting gifts for the team—and Trevor Zegras.

Jack notices you lingering by a display of hockey pucks with a grin on his face. “What are you looking for, Y/N?”

You shove the small box into your bag before he can get a good look. “Nothing. Just… thinking about Trevor.”

Jack groans dramatically. “Why are you even getting him anything? He doesn’t deserve it.”

“He’s your best friend,” you remind him with a playful nudge.

Jack narrows his eyes but doesn’t argue, which is about as close to acceptance as you’re going to get. “Fine. But if you get him something nice, I want the best present.”

By some miracle, you manage to finish most of your shopping without losing anyone—or getting kicked out of the mall. Your bags are heavy with presents for the team, including a particularly ridiculous one for Trevor.

“So… what’d you get Zegras?” Luke asks as you all collapse into a booth at the food court for a much-needed break.

You grin mischievously. “A clown keychain.”

The boys erupt into laughter. “Perfect,” Jack says through a snort. “He’ll love it.”

Dawson leans back in his chair, still chuckling. “We should wrap it in, like, ten layers just to mess with him.”

“Oh, we’re definitely doing that,” you say, already planning the elaborate wrapping job in your head.

After refueling on greasy mall food, you all head back toward the parking lot, bags in hand. Jack insists on carrying most of yours, despite your protests.

“It’s the least I can do,” he says with a grin. “You’re our baby sister, after all.”

You roll your eyes but let him carry the bags. “I’m literally on the team with you, Jack.”

“Yeah, but you’re still the youngest.” He winks. “And we gotta protect you.”

As you all pile back into Nico’s SUV, the boys start bickering over which Christmas movie to watch when you get back to the team house.

“Home Alone,” Jack insists.

“No, Elf,” Dawson counters.

“Die Hard counts as a Christmas movie,” Luke chimes in, earning groans from everyone else.

Nico sighs, starting the car. “We’re watching whatever Y/N picks, end of discussion.”

You grin, feeling a warm sense of belonging despite the chaos. “Fine. But we’re not watching Die Hard.”

As the SUV pulls out of the mall parking lot, snow starts to fall softly outside. Jack leans over from his seat, nudging your shoulder. “So, what’d you get me?”

You smirk. “You’ll find out on Christmas.”

Jack groans dramatically, but there’s a fond smile on his face. “It better be good.”

And as you drive through the snowy streets, surrounded by your chaotic, ridiculous teammates, you realize that this Christmas—gifts, madness, and all—is already shaping up to be perfect.

[stujet9rainshine-blog]

@hugsandchaos

Part 2 of Chapter 1

Messy like a Pollock Painting

TigerGhost Enemies to Lovers

Rated T

Danny was actually proud of himself as he grabbed his bag from his locker.

For once, he’d finished all his homework.

No ghost attacks. No distractions. No falling asleep mid-assignment.

A fully completed homework packet. Hopefully full marks.

Then, as he dug through his bag—His homework folder was gone. "You have got to be fucking kidding me!" Danny barked, distressed.

Did he really do all that work just to leave it at home?!

He could’ve sworn he grabbed it.

"Looking for this, güero?"

Danny looked up—And felt his soul leave his body.

Manny Rivera was standing a few feet away, grinning like a devil, holding his homework folder.

Danny took a slow, deep breath through his nose. "I swear to whatever god you believe in, I will kill you if you don’t give that back."

Manny just chuckled. "That sounds like a challenge, amigo." He waved the folder for emphasis.

Danny saw red. "What are you, five?!"

"It’s my childlike wonder!" Manny snickered.

Danny lunged.

Manny was fast—dodging like it was nothing. Two steps to the side, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Danny actually buffered. His brain stalled. His eyes may have flashed green. "Give me my fucking homework back."

"Nope!" And then Manny bolted.

Danny blinked. There is no way this little fucking brat is going to make me chase him.

Danny took a step forward—

Manny took a sharp turn—And immediately slammed face-first into the wall.

Manny hit the wall at full force.

He staggered back, blinking. Like he couldn’t believe the wall had the audacity to exist.

"¿Qué carajo?" he muttered, touching his face.

Danny just stared. "…What?”

Manny’s nose was bleeding. He looked dazed.

Danny took advantage of the moment and snatched his homework folder back.

Manny blinked at his empty hands.

Danny squinted, "Hey, there’s a wall there."

Manny shook himself out, still visibly dizzy. "I absolutely knew that!" he declared, planting his hands on his hips completely ignoring the blood dripping from his nose.

Danny just stared. He'd never met anyone this stupid in his entire life. "That was as well-planned as invading Russia in the winter."

Manny squinted. "Did you just compare me to Hitler?"

"Yes." Danny flipped through his folder, making sure nothing was missing. "Now leave me the fuck alone or I’ll be the reason your nose is bleeding next time."

Then he turned on his heel and walked away.

More than ready to turn in his assignment and get his first A of the year.

~

Manny stood there, watching Danny walk away—His mouth tasted like copper.

Danny had a swagger as he left. His homework folder clutched way too tight in his hands.

Manny, on the other hand, was stunned.

"That was kinda hot." He wiped his nose, grinning. "Maybe if I keep fucking with him, he’ll actually fight me."

He was absolutely getting under Danny’s skin.

Danny was thinking about him. A lot.

Manny could tell.

Now, if only he hadn’t misjudged that turn.

He wiped his face again.

The back of his hand came away red.

Well. That sucked.

He sighed and started toward the bathroom to clean up. It would be healed in a couple of minutes anyway.

Manny made it to class a few minutes late.

But his casual smirk and the bloody paper towel shoved up his nose made it pretty obvious why.

The teacher just sighed, shook her head, and kept teaching.

Manny frowned, struggling to keep up.

He scribbled notes in Spanish, trying to translate in real time.

His English was solid, but learning math, his mortal enemy, in his second language?

That also sucked.

By the time the bell rang, he was more than ready to leave.

He barely took the time to shove his notebook into his bag before bolting.

Anything to put physical distance between himself and math.

He ended up near the A-listers.

Dash, Kwan, Paulina, Star—The kids he’d been automatically sorted with.

Like some kind of clique sorting hat.

Manny was rich. He was attractive. He was an athlete.

There wasn’t anywhere else he was supposed to go. It was like a stupid American high school movie.

Except way less fun. And with no singing.

Paulina and Star looked and acted like they were straight out of Mean Girls.

Paulina, specifically, had the energy of someone who thought she could predict the weather with her boobs.

The guys weren’t much better.

"Did you see the Vikings and Steelers game last night?" Kwan punched Dash’s arm, excited.

"Hell yeah, I did!" Dash grinned.

"Did you see that 65-yard field goal attempt the Vikings made?"

"Yeah! That was insane, dude!"

Then Kwan turned to Manny. "Did you see the game?"

Manny frowned. "No? I don’t watch American football. What the hell is a field goal in football? Aren’t all goals on the field?"

Dash and Kwan exchanged a look.

Then they laughed.

Dash clapped him on the back. "We need to fix that! You gotta like football now that you live here!"

Manny forced out a laugh. "I mean? I do watch football. It’s called soccer, Dash."

"Soccer is such a gay sport," Dash snickered. "You should at least give hockey a chance."

Manny snorted. "Dash, I’m from a desert with an active volcano. We’ve literally never heard of ice."

That got a laugh.

"It’s basically soccer but way manlier and cooler," Kwan added.

"You should play something besides soccer while you’re at Casper. You’d make one hell of a football player!"

Manny laughed along with them.

Masking.

Telling them what they wanted to hear.

He had never felt so fake in his life.

He missed Frida.

He missed Miracle City.

This place was boring.

And, honestly?

He was not having a good time.

Manny floated through the rest of his morning, just trying to keep afloat.

At least he had art class after lunch.

That was the one thing that was better here than in Miracle City.

The art program was insane. Well-funded. Amazing teachers.

And his art teacher? She got it.

When Manny had sheepishly admitted he wanted to be an artist. That he wanted to own a gallery, to teach public art classes.

She hadn’t laughed. She had grinned. She had told him she was already living that dream.

And then? She took him under her wing. No matter what, he always had art.

Then, as he walked into the cafeteria—

His eyes locked onto Danny, Sam, and Tucker. The people he actually wanted to hang out with.

Sam? She reminded him of Frida. Dark. Loud. Rockstar energy. Fiery enough to keep people in check.

Tucker? Funny. Smart. Reminded Manny of Django—now that they actually got along.

And Danny?

Danny was fascinating. There was something otherworldly about him. Everyone seemed to keep their distance.

And Manny wanted to know why. 

And so far? The only way to get Danny’s attention was to antagonize him. Which is exactly what he was about to do.

"¡Aye!" Manny plopped down in the open seat next to Danny like he belonged there. "Please tell me we can talk about something besides American football."

Danny leaned forward, his expression dark—His eyes flashed green. "I don’t want to talk to you about anything."

Three sets of narrowed eyes turned toward him.

Manny grinned, sharp teeth flashing. "Yet here you are. Talking."

Danny sucked in a breath, searching for words.

Bingo. A reaction.

"Didn’t I threaten to break your nose the next time you bothered me?" Danny gritted out.

Manny’s eyes sparkled with challenge. "Please do. I doubt you could."

Danny didn’t even hesitate.

He shoved Manny off the bench.

Manny hit the ground, hard.

He blinked up at Danny, dazed—Then grinned. "Impressive. For a skinny gringo."

There was a collective gasp.

Manny stood, dusting himself off.

He opened his mouth to fire back.

And Danny clocked him.

Right in the face.

Manny’s vision flashed white.

He staggered—for half a second. Then he snapped back, grinning.

That? That was nothing. He’d taken way worse from Miracle City villains on a Tuesday morning.

Manny licked the blood off his lip. His eyes lit up. "¡Diablos sí! That’s what I’m talking about!"

And then?

They were full-on brawling in the school courtyard.

Manny hadn’t expected Danny to know how to fight.

But he sure as shit did.

At first? Manny was playing.

Testing. Prodding. Teasing.

Then Danny grabbed his hair—And kicked him in the stomach like he’d done it a hundred times before.

Manny’s grin snapped into something sharper.

Oh. So that’s how it’s gonna be.

Manny dropped low, sweeping his leg out—Taking Danny’s legs with it.

Danny fell—but almost too slow.

Like his body knew how to break the fall before it even happened.

Then, suddenly—they were on the ground.

Rolling. Scrambling. Fighting like two street cats over the last sardine.

Fast. Vicious. Chaotic.

It lasted a few violent, messy moments—

Before they were ripped apart.

Ms. Tetslaff had Manny under his arms, lifting him like a pissed-off parent.

Mr. Lancer had Danny by the hoodie, gripping him like he was trying to stop him from committing a felony.

Manny was huffing, grinning—Like a feral cat that just won a fight.

His teeth were red with blood.

He looked wild. And he loved it.

And Danny?

Danny looked just as wrecked.

His mullet stuck out in every direction.

His nose was bleeding.

His knuckles were scraped raw.

And both of them were covered in dirt and grass.

The courtyard was silent. Until—"Great Gatsby! What is wrong with you two?!"

~

Danny yanked himself out of Mr. Lancer’s grip. "He fucking started it!"

Manny’s eyes widened in offended disbelief. "I did NOT!" he bit out—lying through his teeth. "He shoved me off the bench!"

Danny’s whole body bristled. "You son of a—"

"ENOUGH!" Mr. Lancer’s voice boomed through the courtyard. "We’re going to my office. NOW.”

Danny couldn’t believe himself.

He’d never let himself be goaded into a fight before.

And he’d been shoved into lockers more times than he could count.

Now?

Now he was bleeding from the nose and knuckles, being paraded through the halls by Mr. Lancer—

Like some kind of feral animal.

And Manny?

Manny looked like he was having the time of his life.

His eyes were wild. Ms. Tetslaff was guiding him like an unruly street dog.

And the worst part?

Manny had actually given Danny a run for his money. That fight had been a hell of a lot harder than it should’ve been.

Danny had even—just for a second—Used a little of Phantom’s powers.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

Before he could think too hard about it, They were in the vice principal’s office. Mr. Lancer shoved them into two chairs. One at each end of his desk.

"Now. No more problems?"

"Yes, sir." Danny muttered.

"Sí, señor." Manny grinned.

"Good." Mr. Lancer sank into his chair, rubbing his temples. Then he let out a deep sigh. 

"Now," he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Tell me—what in The Odyssey was that?"

Neither of them spoke.

Mr. Lancer rubbed his eyes with a long, exhausted sigh.

Finally, he lazily gestured toward Danny. "Danny, you go first."

Danny let out a breath through his teeth. "Manny has been bothering me nonstop for days!"

"He’s thrown my lunch, spilled my coffee, ruined my science textbook, stolen my homework—AND he won’t leave me alone!" It all came out in one frustrated wave.

Mr. Lancer raised an eyebrow and turned to Manny. "Is that true?"

Manny blinked. Then shrugged—"¿No hablas inglés?"

Mr. Lancer’s face twisted.

Like he had just transcended to a new level of exhaustion. "What? No! Who do you think I am, ICE?"

Danny actually had to bite back a laugh.

What the actual fuck.

Manny immediately doubled down. "Bueno, Danny no quiere ser mi amigo—y eso, señor, es un delito. Estoy actuando así porque soy un problema por naturaleza."

Mr. Lancer turned to Danny. Like he somehow expected a translation.

Danny, in true Fenton fashion, just shrugged. "I think that explains why I punched him."

Manny burst into laughter. Loud. Full-bodied. Unhinged. "No, I totally deserved it!"

Mr. Lancer sighed so hard it could have broken the sound barrier. "That’s it. I’m calling your father, Manuel."

The change was instant. Manny shot up, hands on the desk. "¡Aye! Don’t do that! My papá will drive up here from Mexico and kill me. Dead! Just give me detention! Or—I don’t know—make me clean toilets! I’d literally rather clean toilets than have you call my papá!"

Danny blinked. Processing.

Huh.

"You should have thought about that before you terrorized another student," Mr. Lancer said, searching Manny’s face.

"But he hit me first!" Manny whined.

"Uh? Yeah, but you knocked my stuff around," Danny chirped unhelpfully.

Manny whipped around to glare at him. "The lunch tray was because you were being a bully for no reason!"

Then he jabbed a finger at his scarred eye.

"The book and coffee were an accident! Like I told you at the time! I went to give you a pat on the back and missed! I’m literally half-blind. I have negative depth perception."

Danny paused. Then blinked. "Oh." Beat. "So that’s why you ran into the wall.”

"No, I did because I thought it would look cool to nearly break my nose," Manny bit back.

Danny drew in a deep breath through his nose.

Ready to fire back.

Then Mr. Lancer sliced a hand through the air. "Enough."

They both shut up.

"It's very clear that neither of you are innocent. I’m giving you two days of in-school suspension."

"Danny, you'll be eating in my office for a week."

"Manny, you'll be spending your week with me—during your art class."

Manny bristled, eyes going wide. "Wait—really? Taking away my art class?

"Yes. It's a punishment, Rivera."

Manny flopped back in his chair, pouting like a kid. "I didn’t even want to come to this stupid school."

It sounded immature. But Danny flinched anyway.

Because for the first time—Manny didn’t sound like he was messing around.

He sounded done. He sounded genuinely miserable.

Then again. That’s what he gets for being a troublemaking jerk.

"Well, your actions have consequences, Manuel. Both the ones that got you to Casper High—and into my office today." Mr. Lancer’s voice was firm. Disappointed.

Manny didn’t react. He just stared at his hands.

Mr. Lancer let the words linger.

Then he sighed, turning to Danny. "I'm still going to have to call Maddie as well."

Danny sighed and leaned back, looking at the ceiling before flashing a half-hearted grin. "Hey, at least it’s not about my grades or me skipping class this time."

Mr. Lancer rubbed his eyes again. "No. It's about you punching an underclassman in the face. A definite improvement, Mr. Fenton."

Then he turned back to Manny. "Per the agreement of you attending Casper High—I will have to contact your father about this disciplinary issue, unfortunately."

Manny didn’t say a word. He looked like he had completely checked out.

Danny blinked. The whole room felt… off.

Mr. Lancer grabbed the phone, calling the detention teacher.

And then?

They were herded like punished puppies.

Straight to detention.

Banished. For two days.

Danny couldn’t believe he was in detention.

Again. It had been a while, but still.

He was a chronic C-student. A class-skipper.

This wasn’t new to him, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.

At least Manny was on the other side of the room.

Danny appreciated that.

Manny melted into his chair, folded his arms and rested his head on the desk.

Danny blinked.

Manny looked… genuinely upset.

The wild, laughing gremlin he’d fought earlier?

Gone. Just a skulking, silent kid in his place.

Danny wondered why Manny had shut down so hard after hearing his dad was getting called.

Then he rolled his eyes. "Actions have consequences," huh? Yeah. Guess so.

Danny dropped his head onto the desk. Decided he was done thinking about this.

Fuck this day.

Danny didn’t exactly mind being in detention.

It gave him time to nap and catch up on schoolwork, which was rare enough these days.

Manny, on the other hand, did not move the entire time.

Danny wasn’t sure if he was sleeping, sulking, or just waiting to be released like an animal in a trap. But at the end of the day, when they were finally let out, Manny did make sure to flip him off before they parted ways.

Danny just rolled his eyes and started walking home.

He should have expected it.

The moment he stepped inside, his parents were already waiting for him.

"Daniel James Fenton!" His mom’s voice rang through the house. "Mr. Lancer called and told us you’re in detention for fighting!”

Danny barely paused, already irritated. "I didn’t exactly start it."

Jack crossed his arms. "He said you swung first."

"He wouldn’t leave me alone!" Danny shot back. "I’m not in the wrong. He’s just some annoying bully, and I didn’t want to deal with him."

Maddie opened her mouth to argue. Jack looked ready to add something too.

Danny didn’t wait. He bolted up the stairs, slammed the door shut, and threw himself onto his bed.

Danny pressed his hands against his face, groaning into them.

His parents sucked at this kind of thing.

They meant well, sure. But they didn’t get it.

They never had.

And yeah, he swung first.

But Manny deserved it.

Right?

…Right?

Danny sighed and rolled onto his side, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Manny flipping him off before they left detention meant he was still pissed.

That was fine. Danny could live with that.

He didn’t need some obnoxious exchange student making his life harder.

And yet…

Danny knew what it felt like to be on the other side of things.

To be shoved into lockers.

To be humiliated. 

To be treated like you didn’t belong.

And for all of Manny’s smug grins and cocky bravado…

Something about the way he was acting felt off.

Danny didn’t like it.

Danny didn’t like the way he was acting either.

Still, he forced his eyes shut. He was probably overthinking it. Manny was a brat. That was all there was to it.

He’d deal with it tomorrow.

[lousypotatoes]

All Over My Blonde South

"Boy, you make it, make it right

My temperature is super high

If I scream, if I cry

It's only 'cause I feel alive~"

Turn Me On - David Guetta, Nicki Minaj

Previous Next

Dear Mom and Dad, I'm doing fine

You guys are on my mind

You asked me what I wanted to be

And now I think the answer is plain to see

I wanna be famous

I wanna live close to the sun

Well pack your bags 'cause I've already won

Everything to prove nothing in my way

I'll get there one day

I wanna be famous

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na

I wanna be

I wanna be

I wanna be famous

I wanna be

I wanna be famous~

Y/N stood at the top of the cliff, looking down in the water below her, legs shaking in fear.

"Okay, today's challenge is threefold," Chris said to the twenty-three contestants, all standing in their swimsuits. "Your first task is to jimp off this one-thousand-foot-high cliff into the lake."

"Piece of cake," Bridgette mumbled to Y/N.

"There's no way, it's that easy," Y/N mumbled back.

"If you look down, you will see two target areas," Chris explained. "The wider area represents the part of the lake that we have stocked with psychotic, man eating sharks."

Y/N felt like she was gonna barf, faint, and her pee herself all at once.

"Inside that area is a safe zone," Chris said. "That's your target area, which we're pretty sure is shark free."

"Excuse me?" Leshawna asked.

"For each member of your team that jumps and actually survives," Chris said, ignoring Leshawna. "There will be a crate of supplies waiting below. Inside each crate are supplies that you'll need for the second part of the challenge, building a hot tub!"

"The team with the best one gets to have a wicked hot tub party tonight." Chris said. "The losers will be sending someone home. Let's see, Killer Bass, you're up first."

'I'm going to die,' Y/N thought. 'I'm literally going to die.'

"Oh wow," Bridgette said, looking down into the water. "So, who wants to go first?"

Nobody on the Killer Bass team said a word.

"So, who's up?" Eva asked.

"Ladies first," Duncan said.

"Fine, I'll go," Bridgette said shakily. "It's no big deal. Just an insane cliff dive into a circle of angry sharks." she finished, swan diving off the cliff, not even screaming.

Looking down, Y/N saw that she landed right in the safe zone, waving up at them.

"She did it! Yeah!" Tyler exclaimed. "I'm next!"

Tyler got a running start and jumped off the cliff.

"Cowabunga!" Tyler screamed as he fell down.

Instead of landing straight into the water, Tyler landed one of the buoys, then slid into the safe zone.

"Duncan, can you promise me something?" Y/N asked as Geoff jumped down.

"What is it?" Duncan asked, his eyebrow raised.

"When I jump down, could you maybe help me out of the water?" she asked.

"You don't know how to swim?" Duncan asked, as Eva jumped off shouting, "Look out below!"

"I do," Y/N explained. "I just don't like not being able to touch the bottom. It freaks me out."

"Sure thing, sweetheart, I'll help you out." Duncan said.

"Thanks," Y/N said.

"Don't mention it," he replied before jumping off.

Next, it was DJ's turn to jump.

He was looking down in the water, a scared look on his face.

"Uh-uh, no way man," DJ said. "I'm not jumping."

"Scared of heights?" Chris asked.

"Yeah, ever since I was a kid." DJ answered.

"That's okay, big guy," Chris said. "Unfortunately, that also makes you a chicken, so you'll have to wear this for the rest of the day!"

Chris placed an ugly, yellow chicken hat on DJ's head.

"Oh man, for real?" DJ asked.

Chris then started clucking like a chicken, making Isabell cringe.

"That means the chicken path down is that way," Chris said, pointing to an escalator behind him.

Y/N watched as DJ sadly went down the escalator.

Next, it was Ezekiel's turn to jump.

On the way down, Ezekiel hit a very big rock, but still landed in the safe zone, making the rest of the team cheer.

"Yes!" Harold exclaimed, jumping down in the splits position.

As he fell, he fell hard, slapping his groin against the water.

His cry of pain rung out all throughout the camp, making Y/N wince.

'Sheesh,' she thought. 'Hope he's okay.'

"Ooh, hate to see that happen." Chris smiled.

"Excuse me, Chris, I have a medical condition," Courtney said.

"What condition?" Chris asked.

"A condition that prevents me from jumping off cliffs." Courtney answered.

"You can chicken out if you want," Chris smirked. "But it might end up costing your team the win. And then they'll hate you.

"It's a calculated risk," Courtney smirked. "I've seen the other team, and I don't think nine of them will jump."

"All right, here is your chicken hat," Chris said, placing the ugly hat on Courtney's head.

"So, let's tally up the results," Chris said, pulling out a clipboard. "Hold on, that's eight jumpers, and two chickens. We're missing two."

Before Y/N could speak up, Katie and Sadie interrupted her.

"I'm not jumping without Katie" Sadie whined.

"We have to be on the same team Chris!" Katie cried.

"Please, please!" the two of the begged.

"I'll switch places with her," Izzy said, raising her hand.

"All right, fine," Chris groaned. "You're both on the Killer Bass now. Izzy, you're on the Screaming Gophers."

"That means you're up girls," he said to Katie and Sadie.

"We're coming Killer Bass!" the two of them screamed as they jumped.

"We still have one more jumper left," Chris said. "Y/N, you're up next."

Y/N looked down in the water, her legs shaking and her lip quivering.

She could hear the rest of her teammates either telling her to 'jump already!' or 'you can do it Y/N!'

"You can do this Y/N," she mumbled, hyping herself up. "You can do this."

Taking a deep breath and plugging her nose, she jumped off the cliff. She could feel her H/C hair whip around her face. She squeezed her eyes shut, not making a noise, even when she felt the cold water smack her skin.

Trying to hold her head above the water, she coughed and sputtered.

"Gimme your hand!" yelled a voice.

Looking up, she saw Duncan in a boat, holding out his hand.

Y/N grabbed his hand, and mustering all his strength, Duncan pulled her into the boat.

"I told you I would be there to help you," Duncan panted, the boat taking both of them to shore. "You okay?"

"Yup," Y/N laughed, rubbing her eyes. "I can't believe I just did that."

"Yeah," Duncan chuckled. "For a second I thought you weren't gonna jump."

"Oh, it truly wounds me that you think that low of me," Y/N said, the two of them getting off the boat and onto shore.

"Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" Bridgette said, running up to Isabell.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Y/N sheepishly said. "I'm just not a very strong swimmer."

"You're so cool for jumping even though you can't swim!" Katie suddenly cheered.

"Oh well, um," Y/N blushed. "Thanks, I guess"

Suddenly, they all heard Heather screaming.

Y/N turned and saw Heather splash in the water.

"Leshawna!" Heather screamed up. "I'm going to fucking kill you!"

"Hey, I threw you in the safe zone, didn't I?" Leshawna yelled back, before jumping off the cliff.

"How many people you think are gonna jump?" Bridgette asked Isabell.

"Hopefully less than us," Y/N replied.

Next to jump was Lindsay, then Gwen, Cody, Izzy, and Justin.

Justin landed very far from the safe zone.

"He's toast," Duncan mumbled.

Y/N saw the sharks getting closer and closer to him.

"Oh, I can't watch," she said, closing her eyes, but keeping them open just a little.

Instead of attacking him, the sharks started fawning over Justin, bringing him safely to shore.

"Woah," Y/N chuckled. "That's something you don't see everyday,"

"You're telling me," Duncan laughed.

The next person that was supposed to jump was Beth, but she got too scared and chickened out.

"Let's just hope two more people chicken out," Bridgette said.

The only person left to jump was Owen.

"Okay campers, there's only one person left," Chris called down with a megaphone. "You guys need this jump for the win. No pressure dude."

"Okay, there's pressure!"

~Confessionals~

"Oh, I was pretty darn nervous," Owen said. "See the thing is, I'm not that strong a swimmer."

--

~Confessionals~

"I'm looking at this guy and thinking 'there's no way he's gonna make it.'" Geoff said.

--

~Confessionals~

"I actually thought, 'if he jumps this, he's gonna die.'" Gwen said.

--

Y/N looked up at cliff in suspense, biting her nails.

In what seemed like forever, Owen finally jumped off the cliff, screaming as he fell.

When he made contact with the water, he created a big splash that knocked Y/N off her feet.

Y/N now was soaked, again.

"Great," Y/N groaned, wringing her hair out.

"Yes! Yeah!" Owen exclaimed, still in the water. "Who's the man?"

The Screaming Gophers started cheering, making Y/N glare at Courtney and DJ in distaste.

She mostly glared at Courtney, though.

"The winners, The Screaming Gophers!" Chris called down with the megaphone.

Owen started looking around the water, a concerned look on his face.

"That was awesome dude!" Trent said, then seeing Owen's concerned face. "What's wrong?"

"I uh," Owen stuttered. "I think I lost my bathing suit."

"That's disgusting," Y/N said, walking off to change into her regular clothes.

Using all her strength, Y/N tried pushing the crate of supplies down the shore, staring at the other team, wishing she had the cart.

"I swear, if we lose this challenge, I'm committing a felony," Y/N said through gritted teeth. "I did not jump off a one-thousand-foot cliff just to lose."

"This fucking sucks," Duncan panted, leaning on his crate. "When this is over, I'm taking a fat nap."

"Ow!" Courtney said from behind Y/N. "I think I just got a splinter!"

Eva walked over to Courtney, picked up her crate and slammed it back down on the ground.

"Shut it and pick up your fucking crate!" Eva snapped. "Chicken!"

"Hey! I'm the only one with CIT camping experience here," Courtney whined. "You need me!"

"You're only saying that so we don't vote you off," Y/N glared. "Now please stop complaining, you're giving me a headache."

Courtney gave Y/N a dirty look, but went back to pushing her crate.

Y/N continued pushing her crate, wincing every time she got a splinter in her hand.

"I got to take a whiz," Tyler spoke up.

"Hurry up, we're already behind," Eva said as Tyler walked off.

"Oh, I have to go to," Katie said.

"You do?" Sadie said. "Oh my gosh, me too!"

"Can you three please hurry up?" Y/N called out.

"Someone's impatient," Duncan smirked.

"I hope you get eaten by a shark," Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Ooh, that hurts sweetheart," Duncan laughed.

Y/N smacked his shoulder.

"Are you like this all the time?" Y/N asked.

"Pretty much, yeah," Duncan replied.

"Oh yay, lucky me,"

After a few minutes, Tyler, Katie, and Sadie came back from peeing, the team started pushing their crates again.

If Y/N heard Sadie and Katie complain about their itchy asses one time, she was gonna snap.

It had been almost forty-five minutes, and The Killer Bass were still nowhere near the campground.

Chris noticed this and pulled up a four-wheeler.

"You guys are way behind the other team," he said. "Like way behind. What's the problem?"

"Their butts are itchy," Y/N heard Courtney say.

Y/N turned around to say something but then saw Courtney and jumped in surprise.

Where her eye was, there was a massive bug bite, all swollen. Y/N could barely see her eye.

"Gah!" Chris cried, also seeing her eye. "Holy shit, that's bad!"

"Did you guys squat down when you peed in the woods?" Bridgette asked Katie and Sadie.

"Yeah," Katie answered, scratching continuously at her butt.

"Did you happen to notice what plants you were squatting over?"

"They were kind of oval shaped, and green, and all over the place." Sadie said.

"Were they low to the ground? About this big?" Bridgette asked, trying not to laugh.

Katie and Sadie nodded.

"You guys squatted on poison ivy."

Y/N started laughing really hard, she had to lean on her crate to support herself.

"No way," Chris laughed, as Katie and Sadie whined and screamed. "That's awesome!"

In what seemed like forever, The Killer Bass finally made it to the campsite. Y/N saw that the other team was already WAY ahead on building their hot tub.

"There's no way we're gonna win this," she mumbled.

"Let's just try to do our best," Bridgette said, but it seemed like she already knew that they we're going to win as well.

They set their crates down, Y/N stretched out and popped her back.

"Finally," Harold sighed.

"Hey, what's up guys?" Trent smiled.

"Hey, aren't you missing a couple of white girls?" Leshawna asked.

Y/N couldn't care less if Katie and Sadie were missing. They were annoying and gave her a headache.

"They're getting a drink," Courtney said.

"Yeah, if they drink with their butts," Harold said to Ezekiel.

"Funny," Ezekiel laughed, making Y/N back up in disgust.

Leshawna stared at Courtney in horror, making Y/N giggle.

"Oooh, what happened to your eye, girl?" Leshawna asked in shock.

"Nothing, just an allergy," Courtney said.

"I think it's getting worse," Ezekiel pointed out.

"Shut up!" Courtney whispered. "We don't want them to know that?"

"Why?" Y/N asked. "Are you afraid they're gonna use it against us?"

Courtney glared at Isabell but ignored her.

"Okay, dudes," Geoff said from the top of the crates. "It's not too late, we can do this!"

Y/N backed up farther away from Ezekiel when she saw him picking his nose.

"Ew!" Courtney said.

"What?" Ezekiel asked, wiping his hand on his pants.

"That's actually super gross," Y/N grimaced.

"Okay, look guys," Courtney said, standing up. "We have a hot tub to complete, and we need a project manager. Since I've actually been a CIT before, I'm electing myself. Any objections?"

"Where do we begin cyclops?" Duncan said.

"Open the crates," Courtney snapped, getting in Duncan's face. "Bridgette, go find those itchy girls. We need all the help we can get."

"This hot tub fucking sucks," Y/N mumbled, after they were all done. "I bet even poor people have hot tubs that look better then this."

"Woahh," Duncan laughed. "That's harsh."

"I only speak the truth,"

Chris inspected the other teams hot tub, looking for any kind of mistakes.

After a few minutes, he finally said something.

"This is an awesome hot tub!" he said.

The other team started cheering, making Y/N glare at Courtney and DJ.

Mostly Courtney, though.

She didn't know what, but there was something about Courtney that Y/N absolutely did not like.

Now, it was time for the Killer Bass' hot tub to be inspected. Y/N already knew they were going to lose, but she still waited in anticipation.

Chris tapped on the base of the hot tub, and water instantly shot back in his face.

As he wiped the water off his face, the hot tub fell apart, wood and water going everywhere.

"Well, I think we have a winner here," Chris said, staying silent for a moment. "The Screaming Gophers!"

Y/N looked down at the ground in disappointment, while the other team cheered. She already knew they were going to lose, but she still didn't like the feeling of it.

"Gophers, you're safe from elimination, and you get to rock this awesome hot tub for the rest of the summer! Bonus!"

The Screaming Gophers started to cheer even louder.

"Killer Bass, what can I say? Stinks to be you right now. I'll see your sorry butts at the bonfire tonight."

Deciding she didn't want to be there any longer, Y/N started walking around the island.

"Hey, wait up!" Duncan said, catching up with her. "Where you going?"

"Anywhere where the other team isn't," Y/N groaned.

"Hey, we'll win the next challenge," Duncan said, trying to cheer her up. "DJ and Courtney are just a bunch of pussies."

Y/N laughed. "Yeah, hopefully you're right."

"It's the end of the challenge now," Duncan smirked. "Didn't you say you were going to tell me your name, sweetheart?"

"I don't know if I really want to tell you it," Y/N said, a sly smile on her face. "I kind of like it when you call me sweetheart."

Duncan's eyes widened, and for the first time since they'd been on the island, he didn't have anything to say, not used to a girl flirting back with him.

"Oh calm down, Duncan," Y/N laughed. "I'm just messing with you. Y/N. My name is Y/N. Are you happy?"

"Very," Duncan remarked, now being able to talk. "Y/N. A pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Oh, stop you're making me blush," Y/N smirked. "It's almost time for dinner, so I'll be heading to the mess hall now. Care to join me?"

"You don't even have to ask, Y/N," Duncan said.

It was quiet in the mess hall, the only noises that could be heard was the sound of chewing and silverware clanking. Y/N sat in between Duncan, and to her dislike, Courtney.

"So uh, what do we do now?" Katie asked.

"We have to figure out who we're gonna vote off," Courtney said.

"Isn't it obvious?" Y/N said, swallowing her food. "It's either going to be you or DJ."

"What?" Courtney gasped. "Why?"

"You two are the only ones wearing those ugly hats," Y/N said.

"And if we ever have to lift a truck," Duncan added on. "I like our odds with the big guy."

"I second that," Y/N said, making DJ smile even wider.

"You guys need me!" Courtney whined. "I'm the only one-"

"We know," Bridgette interrupted. "You used to be a real CIT. So would you pick?"

"What about him?" Courtney said, pointing to Tyler.

"No!" Lindsay suddenly yelled from the other table.

Everybody in the room looked at her in confusion.

" I mean, no salt," Lindsay stuttered. "There's no salt on the table, bummer."

"Fine then, what about her?" Courtney pointed to Y/N.

"Excuse me?" Y/N snapped.

"Hey, at least she jumped off the cliff, chicken wing," Duncan snarled.

"Shut up!" Courtney yelled.

"I think you're the one that needs to shut up you uptight bitch," Y/N mumbled.

"What did you just call me?" Courtney glared.

"You heard me," Y/N smirked.

"Oh, you are so dead," Courtney snapped.

"Okay, let's just chill out," Geoff intervened. "This is getting way too heavy."

"I've had enough prison food for one day," Duncan said, getting up. "I'm gonna go have a nap."

"You can't do that!" Courtney called out. "We haven't decided who's going yet!"

"Well, I just don't get why we lost, ay," Ezekiel spoke up. "They're the ones that have six girls."

Everyone in the mess hall gasped.

Y/N, Bridgette, and Eva crowded around him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bridgette angrily asked.

"Yeah homeschool, enlighten us, "Eva said, smashing her fist on the table.

"And you better choose your words very wisely," Y/N snarled.

"Well, guys are much stronger and better at girls than girls are," Ezekiel replied without a second thought.

All the guys in the room backed away from any of the girls they were near.

"Oh snap, he did not just say that!" Geoff laughed.

"Not the time Geoff!" Y/N snapped.

"My dad told me to look out for the girls here, ay," Ezekiel said. "And help them in case they can't keep up."

Y/N had to hold herself from punching that little freak.

Eva grabbed him by his neck and lifted him up in the air.

"Still think we need your help keeping up?" Eva asked.

"Uh, not really," Ezekiel said.

"Okay, guys, let's give him a break," Geoff said.

Eva dropped Ezekiel down to the floor.

"At least he doesn't think that guys are smarter than girls." Geoff said.

"But they are,"

"That's it," Y/N snapped before pouncing onto Ezekiel.

Y/N knocked him back onto the floor. With one of her hands she grabbed onto his neck, and with her other hand, she started punching all over his face.

"Still think guys are smarter, hm?" Y/N angrily said.

She could hear all the other girls cheering for her.

"Mess him up, YN!" Katie and Sadie said.

Suddenly, Y/N felt two pairs of arms latch onto her. As much as she tried to fight them, the pairs of arms lifted her off of Ezekiel.

"Woah, calm down, Y/N!" DJ said.

"That was fucking crazy!" Geoff exclaimed.

Y/N shrugged their arms off her. She smirked when she saw that she had given Ezekiel two black eyes and a bloody lip and nose.

"If I ever hear you saying shit like that again," Y/N said in a dark voice to Ezekiel. "I'll do more than just give you a black eye and a bloody nose."

Everyone stared at her in in either awe or horror as she walked out of the mess hall.

She couldn't wait to tell Duncan what just happened.

It was now the time where the Killer Bass would have to watch someone walk onto the Dock of Shame and go home.

All of the girls, including Y/N were smirking at Ezekiel.

"Dude, you've got a lot to learn about the real world," Duncan said to Ezekiel, disgust on his face.

"Killer Bass," Chris sternly said. "At camp, marshmallows represent a tasty treat that you enjoy roasting by the fire."

"At this camp, marshmallows represent life," Chris said dramatically.

Y/N saw that Geoff was making a cute gesture to Bridgette making her giggle. When Y/N made eye contact with Bridgette, she wiggled her eyebrows, making Bridgette blush.

"You've all cast your votes and made your decision," Chris said. "There are only eleven marshmallows on this plate. "When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper who does not receive a marshmallow tonight must immediately return to the Dock of Shame to catch to Boat of Losers. That means you're out of the contest. And you can't come back. Ever."

"The first marshmallow goes to...Geoff,"

Geoff smiled and walked up to claim his marshmallow.

"Tyler,"

"Woohoo! Yeah!" Tyler exclaimed. "Place at the table!"

"Katie,"

"Bridgette,"

"DJ,"

"Harold,"

"Yes," he said.

"Sadie,"

"Oh yay!" she said, hugging Katie. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Duncan,"

Duncan smirked and walked up to claim his marshmallow.

"And Y/N,"

Y/N breathed a sigh of relief and got her marshmallow, standing next to Duncan.

"You really did a number on that guy," Duncan whispered.

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" Y/N whispered back.

"Obviously,"

"Then thanks,"

"Campers," Chris interrupted. "This is the final marshmallow of the evening."

Y/N glared at both Courtney and Ezekiel. Although she didn't like both of them, she would rather see Ezekiel get voted off.

"Courtney," Chris finally said, after a long dramatic silence.

Courtney sighed in relief and ran to get her marshmallow.

Ezekiel had a look of sadness on his face, making Y/N feel a little bit bad, but not really.

"Can't say I'm shocked," Chris said. "I saw you picking your nose, dude, not cool."

"Dock of Shame is that way, bro," Chris said, pointing in the opposite direction.

With a satisfied smile, Y/N watched Ezekiel walk down the dock, and get into the boat.

"The rest of you, enjoy your marshmallows," Chris said. "You're all safe. For tonight."

~Confessionals~

"Yep, this camp pretty much still stinks," Gwen said. "But now that I'm here, I guess I might as well actually try to win."

--

~Confessionals~

"Maybe this show won't be that bad," Y/N said. "If you're watching this Dad, I love you and I miss you tons."

--

Y/N walked by the Screaming Gophers hot tub, staring at them with jealousy.

Oh, how she wished she was in a hot tub right now, soaking away her worries.

As she walked back to the cabin, a lot of things were on her mind. Her dad, losing the challenge, Duncan.

But what was on her mind most was winning the whole competition. She would win Total Drama Island.

And she wouldn't let her dad down.

sorry that it took me a little bit to upload

i've been planning a trip to disneyland, so that's taken up a lot of my time

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

[annawayne]

Hi Anna!! I hope this ask will make you smile! I wanted to know what you think the Ambassadors would get each other if they organized a Secret Santa gift giving for Christmas. Who would get who a present, and what?👀

Hi Stella! ❄️🎄

And oh, thank you a lot for asking, and I had so much fun with this, so I got carried away, and wrote... A bit too much...

So, without further ado, here it is!

Jean to Reiner: a knitting set

It all started one shopping day at the beginning of December when all of the Ambassadors went to buy some groceries. All of them had all the "to-buy" lists, so all of them, in pairs, went in different directions in the marketplace. It was packed with various things and so lively that Jean didn't even notice at first that Reiner disappeared: just after a few steps with no reply from him, Jean stopped and looked around, only to find the torrents of people chatting, running across the counters, between the clicks of boots against the cobblestone, covered with the first snow of the year, and no Reiner. After searching for him for a while, Jean noticed his blond friend staring at something behind the glass in the shop front. The grunt slipped past his lips, meshing with the warm breath, and Jean was ready to burst into Reiner for getting lost that easily, but when he reached the shop, he realized that Reiner was staring in all these hand-made goods: embroidery, knitting, crocheting, all of it. The same moment Reiner noticed Jean, he immediately jumped back and pretended he wasn't staring just a second ago with his mesmerizing gaze. Reiner never brought it up, but the next shopping day, it happened again. So when Jean pulled Reiner's name for Secret Santa, he knew what he would get him.

When Reiner opened his gift, he couldn't believe his eyes to see the shiny new knitting set, the smooth and pleasant threads against his calloused fingers that only knew how to pull a trigger. How could he even think about something like this when all he knew was destruction?

But Jean didn't judge him and just gave it to him.

The first thing Reiner did was the gloves for Jean. Then, all the Ambassador family start wearing the things Reiner knitted: Armin - a hat ("You have not to freeze your brain, you're our leader!"), Pieck - socks ("Your feet are always cold! Don't sleep without socks, you will get sick!"), Connie - a whole blanket because he often falls asleep on the couch, and all the blankets are too short for him, and Annie - a cardigan. As time passes, he starts taking an interest in making knitted toys, so he starts making a bunch and giving them to the orphanages, which becomes even more frequent after the Rumbling.

Pieck to Armin: a jigsaw puzzle

It was a great surprise for Pieck that Armin had never heard about the jigsaw puzzles when, one evening, they both were playing chess and just chatting in between.

"How come?" Pieck asked.

"We didn't have anything like this on Paradis," Armin shrugged, taking his next move on the board. "And even if we had, I doubt I would have it. I bet it costs a lot, and not like orphans can afford a lot".

Armin smiled, his lips tightly pressed and eyes focused on the chess board. Still, Pieck realized that despite the wrinkles on his forehead that started appearing a few months ago as their Ambassador duties took more and more time and energy and the bags under his eyes, despite the first few gray hairs amidst his golden locks, Armin doesn't lose this sheer desire to experience new things. Even back then, in this half-smile that he kept not too wide on purpose not to spill his enjoyment all over his face and not let it reach his heart, knowing too well that he wouldn't buy anything like this for himself because there was always "more important things," Pieck saw his pure interest, shining feebly inside his irises.

She made a great effort to find the biggest jigsaw puzzles she had ever seen. It was a hassle: to find the puzzle with the scenery she wanted was a true challenge, but Pieck is a woman who knows how to do things right. And she knows - it's always worth it. So when a few tears from Armin's eyes slipped down to the ocean scenery illustrated on the puzzle box in his hands after unpacking his gift, she had another proof that it was worth it.

Annie to Pieck: Set of candles, bath bombs, relax set

It's not a secret for Annie that despite Pieck's smiles and easy-going persona, she also "professionally" hides her tiredness and exhaustion. Her always sleepy eyes, slightly mischievous grin, and a bit disheveled gorgeous black hair could, maybe, make an impression that she looks like that, but Annie knows that, partially, it's true. Meanwhile, she also knows about Pieck's sleepless nights, nightmares, and always stiffened muscles that couldn't relax even for a second. "Pieck always knows everything, right?" Annie remembers how Zeke and all these Marleyan generals were saying it to the little girl with the black ponytail every day and how, despite everything, Pieck remained the one who never lost her head—always composed, rational. Always having the other's backs. But never caring too much about herself.

It's a strange concept for Annie, too - but with the difference that she never cared too much about others. At least, this is what she was forced to believe in. It's still a weird concept for Annie - "caring about others." Weird, both because it makes her all fuzzy and warm inside, and also so vulnerable and so on display, but as time goes on and she sees the happy smiles on the faces of the people she - Annie can admit - loves, the thought that, maybe, being vulnerable isn't that a bad thing, after all.

And yet, when Pieck tugs the red ribbons from her box, Annie feels nervous. What if she messed up? Is it so banal? What if-

"Oh, Annie..." She hears Pieck's voice and then feels her friend's arms circling her back, bringing her closer. "Thank you for caring about me", Pieck whispers.

Maybe the set of the aroma candles and the bath bombs looked silly to her, but when the next day Pieck didn't come to breakfast, and all of them found her happily asleep - for the first time in months - Annie thinks that, after all, caring about others is much more pleasant thing.

Connie to Annie: a book for sweets recipe and metronome

Everyone knows Annie loves sweets. The baker's owners greet her like she's their niece, and her slight smile when she speaks to the sales lady is no longer a surprise to anyone. Everyone knows Annie loves to eat sweets. But when Annie opens her gift and sees the "Baking Bible, the guide to the bakery around the world," her gaze finds Connie, her brow arched in silent question.

"What?" Connie laughs.

"I love eating sweets," Annie says, turning pages and observing the colorful illustrations of the pastries and desserts, "not baking them."

"You never tried," Connie grins, ignoring Annie's straightforwardness.

"There's a reason why I never tried."

"Well, now, you have a reason to try again."

"I... don't," Annie shakes her head, her voice losing a few confident tunes as her gaze finds the layered meringue cakes with hazelnuts coated with buttercream. She has never seen this one before, but it looks criminally delicious.

Connie grins wider, seeing Annie's interested stare, and he crosses his arms around his chest.

"But you didn't finish unpacking your gift."

With some tremendous effort, Annie doesn't want to admit that she tore her eyes from the meringue cake and focused on Connie.

"And you say you're not interested in baking," he snorts and then nods in the box direction.

Annie's gaze falls on her lap, where she sees another box decorated with a ribbon. With the tiny irritation of being caught like that, she tugged the ends of the blue ribbon, and when she opened her gift, she felt her breath caught in her throat.

"That's-"

"Yep, the metronome!" Connie declares, his hands on his hips, voice coated with the proud tune.

"That one is really expensive," Annie gulps, remembering seeing the prices.

"Ambassador job is also not easy," Connie smirked, and his grinning mouth smoothed into a caring smile. "Your piano playing is worth it, though."

Armin finds Annie sitting near her piano with a metronome this evening in their room. Her skin was fresh and slightly rosy from the bath, and her hair was still wet. Still, he couldn't bring himself to invade this serenity around her figure as her fingers hovered over the piano keys and gently pressed into the white and black rectangles, the soft music flowing into the room with the soothing hum, that bounced with the sound of the metronome. His shoulder finds the support in the door frame, and the gentle music that caresses his ears with the softest tune makes his eyelids heavy, threatening to close, but Armin keeps his eyes wide open because he knows that he's witnessing the miracle and the beauty of being alive. With her by his side, with her, learning to love and enjoy this life.

Armin to Jean: fancy pocket watch with chain and engraving

Of course, among all Ambassadors, Jean is the Ambassador: always classy, elegant, the tallest among the group, and the fanciest amongst the groups. He often talks to journalists and drags Armin to the professional photoshoots, helping him relax and being more at ease. "Chill, dude, you look nice," he would say to Armin and smile at another camera. "A lot of people find you attractive, so don't be afraid to show it with some confidence and pride."

Armin was always grateful to Jean because, otherwise, if he was alone during these endless hours of photoshoots, he would certainly go insane, not to mention that he would just spend all the night lying on Annie's lap. With Jean's help and support, Annie's cuddles and kisses are enough to calm his anxiety.

But Armin knows: Jean looks excellent, and he knows how to look great, so when he pulled Jean's name for Secret Santa, Armin immediately decided on the present - the pocket watch on the chain with JK initials. Armin isn't really well-versed in fashion, but thanks to his friend, he knows all the latest fashion tendencies (and he remembers well how Jean was talking eagerly about this accessory with Connie, on what Connie said, "You just want to impress Pieck, but you know, she's already dating you"). Armin took this mission seriously: thanks to his Ambassadors connections (and a bit of charm he devotedly learned from Jean Kirstein, "the charismatic young spirit in politics," like he was usually called in all the newspaper titles), he found the master who did the pocket watches with the personalized designs.

So when the time comes to open the present, and Jean's gaze is met with the silver pocket watch, with the engraving of his home back on Paradis and his initials, Jean does his best to hide his tears, but eventually, he gives up.

Starting that evening, he tells everyone what time it is, especially around Pieck, reminding her that "it was already 10 minutes without kisses".

Reiner to Connie: flower press kit and the kit for the picture-making

Buying presents for the funniest ones is always the most challenging thing. Especially when you're depressed like Reiner. What could he even buy for Connie, always joyful, with silly (but funny, alright, he can admit) jokes? But then, Reiner recalls that, despite his goofy side, Connie is a very careful and thoughtful person. He remembers how once he opened the book Connie borrowed him and found there the pressed autumn leaves, and when he returned them to Connie and asked what was it about, he said, "It's the first autumn in our new lives. I want to remember it. And plants remember all of the life around, too". So when he thinks about it, a lot of books Connie gave him have these pressed plants and flowers. So, his choice fell on the plant/flower press kit and the special picture-making kit. It still requires some glass frame and everything, but it's already something. Something to show that he also appreciates this idea.

Not so long after Christmas, their Ambassadors home starts to have new pictures on the walls - pressed plants and flowers, from the city they live, from the places they visit, from the places that won't ever be lived again. With time, it turned into collages, and every time Reiner passes by these pictures, he thinks that, maybe, even such fragile things like plants and flowers could leave much longer, and so he should, too.

--

Thank you everyone who read till the end this mammoth of the post, and thank you, Stella, once again for this wonderful ask, I enjoyed it a lot! 🩷

Happy holidays! ~🎄

[lawva-girl]

Historically.. We don't mix.

Law x fem!Reader, College AU

Notes: the things that don't mix are history and stem majors!!! this came to me in a dream forever ago and ive been sitting on it since. This is only part one to... idk how many but yes! I have a loose outline, we can bet on 5 parts but thats a scary bet to make methinks. Enjoy :) also i apologize if the pov switching in the first bit is weird, i thought i was cooking and i kinda think its cute now so it is.

WC: 1976

The classroom was quiet, you were the only one there. Class officially started in 4 minutes. Right as you pulled out your phone to double check the room another person walked in. You assumed she was a student since she was about your age, at least she looked it. When the woman instead walked to the front of the class you realized she was the professor. Shoulder length black hair, with bangs trimmed right to her eyebrows. Wearing a white cowboy hat, which you thought was peculiar. 

She removed the hat and set it on the desk, resting her bag in the seat. 

She wrote on the board “Robin, overview of women in war” then she leaned against the desk and pulled out her phone.

You looked back at yours, 11:18. Two minutes until class began, and there was now roughly 15 people in the room. You sat in the second row back from the front, and you noticed only one person in the front row. He had a weird beanie on, dark hair, and pierced ears. You tried not to stare, since you knew he could glance back at any second.

“Okay everyone, I am Nico Robin. I’m your professor.” She smiled for the class, and continued, “this class should be very exciting, we get to learn about women like Joan of arc, who really was a delusional farm girl, and Molly Pitcher, a women who fought in the American revolution. The syllabus is online, you will need books by next class. The student store has them for 15 dollars, I won’t take any excuses.” 

The professor paused, then opened her bag and pulled out the book, “it looks like this. It’s a small booklet of primary sources, mostly text and images, that we will take a deep dive into. Your grade this semester will be 40 percent exams, 25 percent homework, and finally 35 percent participation. Yes it is a lot, this class is modeled after my time researching, you cannot be a historian or teacher without being able to work as a group and communicate. I know it’s a challenge but try your best.”

A beat.

Law felt sick. He was not a talker, especially to people who were history majors. The men were always blood hungry, the women always poetic. This class would be rough, but if he could find one person bearable enough it might be okay. Sitting in the front seat, he couldn’t glance around to see his peers. While the professor was going on about the school's mandatory syllabus information, he took a quick look behind him, as if checking the clock. 

No one was paying attention, and he glanced quickly around the class. There was only one person who looked back at him, meeting his eyes. Of course they looked away immediately, and so did he.

The professor finally finished and gave the students time to “meet their neighbors”. Law turned and found the one student who made eye contact with him. 

“I’m Trafalgar Law, I’m a double major in history and biology.” He stated right to the girl, with no excitement in his voice, tone steady.

“My name is Dracule y/n, I’m a history major, and you are insane, Trafalgar.” She had a bit of sarcasm in her tone, which he took offense to. She was the fifth person to tell him that today.

“I’m not insane, I just like history and I want to be a doctor.” 

“That’s cool I guess, I’ve never met a stem major I liked though. You guys are all so “history is just memorization and dates”, I can’t stand talking to ‘em.” 

Law looked back at her and thought ‘I have never met a history major I liked either’. He decided on saying, “If you ask me historians are basically philosophers, you just think all day and pretend like the world changed.” 

She made an obvious frown, putting her hands onto the table with a bit too much force. “Huh?!”

“History majors have two options, teach or research, both are dead end jobs that don’t help people. It’s simple.” He stated nonchalantly, like it was crazy to major in history. 

“Well life isn’t all about jobs and helping people. It’s about living?” She looked him dead in the eyes before finishing with, “it’s not like the world collapses when doctors aren’t around.” 

“Well it was nice talking, but I’m gonna chat to my other neighbors.” He said with a huff, he didn’t have to talk to you at all, in fact he hoped he wouldn’t have to again. 

After about 10 more minutes, professor Robin spoke up again, “okay okay, since we don’t have textbooks yet I decided to make a fun assignment. I’m giving you your first and last handouts, you will need to fill them out before next class. Other than that, please look at the canvas page. Read over the syllabus and take my obligatory syllabus quiz. You are now free from this class.” 

You walked out into the hall, and booked it to the student store. You told your only friend and sister, Perona, that you would meet her there.

Law, coincidentally, told Bepo the same thing. Bepo was his only friend, having grown up with the white haired bear. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Only 10 minutes after class had dismissed you arrived at the store, already spotting Perona’s pink pigtails. 

“perona!” You whisper-screamed in her ear, trying to scare her. 

“Ahhh y/n”, she sighed, clearly unaffected, “you know you’ll never scare me. Anyways, what is my cute depressed friend doing on Friday?” 

You and her walked into the store, “studying... So I’m busy.” Giving her a quick smile before you two settled in the textbook section. 

“You are so coming with me then! I’m going to the mall that’s next to campus, I’m already so bored of our dorm room decorations. If we go to 5below I can get way cuter stuff for us! You need to come since it’s your dorm too, so I won’t take no for an answer.”

“Perona you have really good taste in stuff, you should be fine on your own!” You put some enthusiasm behind your voice, to encourage her. 

She frowned back at you, not buying into your typical antics. “If you don’t come then you won’t be leaving all weekend! You need to go outside y/n!” 

“Perona!? Hi!” A voice from behind you called out to her, causing you to turn instantly. 

“Bepo! What a coincidence! Do you have a picture of the textbook we need for thermodynamics?” Perona said, already stepping towards the bear.

“Of course! I have to be studious this year!” 

The two of them found the text book, it costed a whopping $300 dollars, and was written by their professor. 

“We can share, right Bepo? That way it’s only 150 dollars?” The both of them had a cloud over their heads as you watched the sad situation unfold. Peronas face was for sure one of desperation.

“Wait is there a digital version? It’s usually cheaper.” You suggested, reaching to pull out the info card. 

“Bepo! I’ve been looking.” Whoever said that sounded quite angry, and familiar?

“I’m sorry Law! I saw my classmate and got excited… sorry” Bepo turned to face the man. 

“You couldn’t have texted? just once?” Law replied, only just then looking at the two people who were with Bepo.

“Great this guy again.” You said with sarcasm dripping from your voice and turned to Perona, “we should leave, he hates me.” 

“I don’t hate you. I don’t even know you.” Law said, pinching his nose.

“Whatever, do you have Bepo’s number Rona?” Calling her by her self appointed nickname always made her happy, right now you were hoping it would get her to leave with you to the history section. 

“I don’t actually! Bepo! Here, put your number in!” She said with a smile, being way more friendly than usual. “I’m Perona by the way, how do you know my friend y/n?” 

It was a simple question but the way he answered really bugged you, rattling off a “we have a class together”. He was looking down at his phone and didn’t even bother to look up when he answered. Hell he didn’t even bother to introduce himself! 

“His name is Trafalgar by the way, we have women in war together.” You had a straight face, conveying how much it bothered you well.

“Awww how wonderful!” Perona had an enthusiastic tone but looked at you with a smirk like no other. “Would you be her friend? I’m the only one she has right now!” 

You cursed your friend and her constant medling. She loved to stir the pot, and when you got upset she would always say “you are so cute when you’re mad though!” With her words to Law, he finally looked up. 

He opened his mouth to speak, but was instantly interrupted. 

“He only had one friend too!” Bepo handed back Perona’s phone, “it’s me!” He said with a big smile.

“He seems like he would have no trouble! My y/n is super awkward and shy!” Perona practically ignored you, as you had started to form words before she interrupted you.

“No no! He’s pretty judgmental so a lot of people stay away from him, he also thinks he’s smarter than everyone!” Bepo replied back, as if they were two parents gossiping about their kids.

“She thinks the same! Maybe they could be friends?” Perona and Bepo look at you and Law.

“I am smarter!” Both you and law said in unison. Immediately looking at each other with frustration.

“Don’t say what I say!” You said to law.

“How would I know what you were going to say? Do you even think?” Law argued back.

“Of course I do! Do you?” You couldn’t think of anything better… 

“Good one. Bepo we’re leaving.”

“Rona we are leaving too! At least I don’t constantly speak in contractions…”

Law turned his head so you would hear, “you just said one too!” 

You and Perona had already turned the corner, you quickly led her to the history section. You spared her no look, you figured you would talk about it once the two of you got back to the dorm. Once you reached the history section, you squatted down in front of the book you needed and saw there were 3 left. Grabbing one then standing. Just as you were about to go pay for the book, you heard him again.

“Are you following me Dracule? Typical.” He said, with a touch of sarcasm. 

“Typical? We both know you don’t have anyone interested enough to follow you. Also, are you even thinking? We are in the same class so of course we would both need the same book.” 

“Whatever, I’m getting my book and leaving.” He quickly bent over, grabbed a copy and was gone.

“No comeback!?” You said, just a bit too loud. You wanted him to hear you, so that he knew you knew he couldn’t come up with anything. Feeling a bit triumphant you turned to Perona, who was standing behind you with a smile. 

“What now?” 

“He’s cute y/n!”

“No chance. He’s mean, and a biology major!” 

She scoffed, “there is always an exception to the rule! Like me!” 

“Yes Rona, an exception. A single exception. There can’t be two exceptions.” 

“Anything could happen! Plus if me and Bepo end up sharing a book you might be forced into hanging out with all of us! Who knows, maybe they also share a dorm!” 

You sigh and look at her, she looks so happy at the prospect that you might have a friend, especially one that’s a guy. You settled, your good side winning out. “Fine. I’ll be open to it. Only if he is nicer.” 

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me when hombres en el trio

trying to design aldo was so fun yipee, main concept of normal mctrio (honestly just wanted make streamer sonas with theming i couldnt help myself) is jsut standard fast food fare: soda fires borgor. mariana is like a waiter, roier is the cashier and aldo is the delivery guy. i really love the burger aldo liek the hat and bag are so perfect. also fun fact for roier i referenced the fryder from bugsnax

QSMP ver next, i hadnt actually designed roier and aldo both so eitherone was a challenge, roier is a pomegranate and aldo from purgatory2 is rotten tomato (the controverial fruit that everyone thinks is a vegetable). i realise nwo i forgot to put actual crows, i like to think aldo if somehow surviving on egg island alone, he'd have a few other crows following him strangely all the time, definitely not the souls of his team no no no. he has rotten horns and tail to match his status as the "winning sinner" of purgatory, who had to be the sole survivor of the crows adn beating up his teammate against his own will to win. it kinda looks like chocolate so i might change it but ye. i might need to add green for Eherm radiation but i dgiress

meanwhile roier i gotta thinkon that color scheme im still not sure

also other fun fact, their main red colors are all the same. lol

anyways cant wait for velada (is that what its called)