#there were a bunch of blonds as well idk who they were

[dark-fics-4-you]

step bro rafe who plays football or hockey. idk it just seems hot🙏

Number One Fan

I’m gonna combine this with this request: Something with step bro rafe where the reader calls him rafey and it turns him on but she doesn’t know…

(This can be read as a continuation of my previous step bro!Rafe fic, but i’m not sure if I want to make a bunch of drabbles or one connected narrative so we’ll see what happpens ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

Warnings: drinking, relationship between step siblings, rafe is having unpure thoughts👀

The stadium was packed with college students and fans, roaring as the whistle blew.

You were close to the field, eager to get a good view of Rafe. He was the star quarterback of East Carolina University, and for good reason.

He had led the team to victory in all 10 of their last games.

The score was evened out, with only a few seconds left on the clock, everyone was eager to see what would happen next.

When the whistle blew again and the ball was passed to Rafe, you cheered loudly.

He dodged two players, dancing around them before running all the way to the endzone.

Everyone on the crowded bleachers jumped to their feet, cheering and screaming at the touchdown, but no one was louder than you.

“Go Rafe! Go!! Woo!!!”

You beamed proudly as you watched him pump his fist in the air, fist bumping his teammates as they congratulated him.

You were one of the first people to rush to the field, running up to your older brother and practically jumping on him in your excitement to hug him.

“Oh my god, Rafey! That was such a good game!” You squealed. “You were awesome! That last touchdown was amazing!”

Rafe flashed you a grin, perfect teeth winking in under the bright lights of the stadium. “Thanks, Y/N/N. You know I win every game just for you,” he joked and you giggled along.

“Hey, some of my teammates and I are gonna go out for drinks after we get cleaned up, wanna tag along?”

“Sure!” You smiled up at him. You were always happy when he included you in things he was doing, which admittedly was a lot of the time.

“Perfect, sugar. Here are my keys,” he tossed you them. “Why don’t you bring the truck around to where the locker room exit is, you can wait in there till I’m done. Okay?”

“Yeah! Sounds good!” You parted ways, heading to the truck but you didn’t notice how his gaze stayed on your back as you walked away.

~~~~~~

“That’s a pretty hot piece of ass you had hanging around you, Cameron,” one of Rafe’s friends joked, suggestively nudging the blond with his elbow.

“Shut up, Wilson,” Rafe snapped. His stomach lurched at the comment. He didn’t like the idea of any of his friends trying to sleep with you.

In fact, he didn’t like the idea of anyone trying to sleep with you. The very thought made him sick.

“Hey, I’m just saying, I wouldn’t mind if she came around more, amiright?” Wilson asked the other guys around him that had seen you and they all laughed and nodded.

“Knock it off, seriously,” Rafe warned. “She’s not interested.” He could feel his irritation rising, his face heating up.

“Damn okay Cameron, chill. We were just joking,” someone else interjected.

“Well I’m not fucking laughing.” He pulled on his shirt before slamming the locker door. “I don’t think I’m gonna go out tonight anymore. See ya at practice.”

A few guys complained, “come on Rafe, we didn’t mean anything by it.”

But he was already halfway out the door.

~~~~~~

“Change of plans,” Rafe said as he climbed into the driver’s seat and you clicked your buckle.

You looked at him inquisitively. “Oh?”

“We’re gonna go out, just the two of us. None of the guys.” He started the truck, pulling out of the parking lot and towards the road.

“Oh, okay.” You said in a confused tone. “Why are they not coming?”

He was silent for a moment and you glanced at him again.

“Rafey?”

“I just decided that I’d rather go out with my favorite girl instead,” he said with a smile, ruffling your hair and you grinned.

“Oh, okay!” You said happily. “Ooh could we go to this bar that I know, it’s on Seventh street.” You babbled away about the bar you wanted to go to.

Rafe shifted in his seat, trying as hard as possible to hide his growing erection, nodding along but he was finding it hard to pay attention to anything you were saying, attention shifting between watching the road, and turning to examine your features.

He pulled up to the bar and you hopped out of the car. You both showed your ID’s at the door and found a booth to sit at, Rafe pulling you in to the same side he was on so you could be closer.

A waiter came to get your drink orders, you got a fruity cocktail and Rafe got a beer, and Rafe ordered a plate of loaded nachos for you to share.

Your drinks came quickly and you offered Rafe a sip of your cocktail, which he took before offering you a sip of his beer.

You took a quick swig, face scrunching up at the flavor. “Bleh, I still have no idea how you like beer so much, Rafey!” You giggled, leaning against him in the small booth, his arm wrapped around your waist.

“You get used to it if you drink enough, Y/N/N.” The blond laughed, grabbing a nacho off of the plate in between the two of you.

“I just think it’s so gross,” you shook your head, smiling.

“Please, you’re one to talk. I still remember that time you tried to make mixed drinks for us at that party and they sucked so bad I nearly threw up.” He chuckled.

“Shut up! I got better afterwards!” You laughed hard at the memory. “So mean, Rafey,” you said with a fake pout.

“Not true, I’m always nice to you, Y/N/N,” Rafe sounded surprisingly earnest. “You know I would do anything for you.”

“I know, I know,” you finished your cocktail, catching the waiter’s eye before ordering a second.

You leaned back, melting into your step brother’s arms.

“You’re my favorite person in the whole world,” Rafe whispered quietly. “You know that, right?”

There was a strange moment when you met his eyes, odd feelings washed over you. The intensity in his look stirred something in you that you couldn’t identify.

“Yeah I know, Rafey. You’re my favorite person too.”

He smiled at that, pulling you closer to his warm body. You cuddled against his chest, enjoying the circles he was tracing lazily into your back with his fingers.

Your second drink arrived and you downed it quickly, feeling a little beyond tipsy by the time the two of you stepped out of the bar.

He drove you home, comfortable silence most of the way. You felt warm and the alcohol in your system made you feel much more affectionate.

Rafe opened the front door of the house for you, allowing you to lean on him drunkenly as he guided you inside.

When you reached the top of the stairs, you paused, not wanting to go to bed alone.

“Would it be okay if I slept in your bed tonight, Rafey?” You asked, looking up at your step brother with hopeful eyes. “I just feel more comfortable when you’re by me.”

“Sure, Y/N/N.” Rafe smiled at you, leading you to his room.

You kicked off your shoes, taking your shorts off before dropping them on the floor. “Do you have a shirt I could wear, Rafey?”

His eyes fell on you, noting your bare legs and the pink panties you had under your shorts. His mouth felt dry, and it took him a second to remember you had just asked him a question.

“Um, yeah I should have one…” he searched in a drawer, before tossing you the oversized shirt.

You pulled it on, unclipping your bra underneath the shirt before putting it with your shorts and top.

Rafe kicked off his shorts, stripping to his boxers before pulling his shirt off over his head. He stepped towards his door, flicking the lights off.

You crawled into his bed, breathing in his smell in the sheets, scooting over when he followed.

Usually when you slept in Rafe’s bed, you were the one who pressed to him, hugging his back as he faced away from you, but this time, you were surprised when you felt the warmth of his chest press to your back, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

As you dozed off to sleep, you were none the wiser that your step brother was beside you, hard as a rock, and imagining things that were far from brotherly.

[avocado-writing]

Roland Blum x Reader

notes: nobody asked for this but I wrote it anyway. big shout out to my mate M who helped me brainstorm this and came up with some of the *chefs kiss* lines. might do a part 2 idk rating: E, minors dni

words: 2.4k

cw: utter filth. smut; excessive discussion of oral sex; pegging; you’re both switches lmfao taglist: @clarina04 @havaheart @angiestopit @cryptid-flannelhell @shadowluna25

Roland Blum fucking hates you. 

He hates how you think you know everything even though you’re just a kid. Yeah, sure, he was the exact same way when he was your age, but he also acknowledges that he’s a hypocrite and doesn’t care. He hates the tight little outfits you wear, because he’s a slut for a well-tailored suit and you know you look exceptionally fuckable in them. He hates how he couldn’t stop imagining bending you over his desk and drenching his cock in your tight little pussy, wondering what his name would sound like from your mouth as you choke it out through orgasms. He hates that you’ve rejected his every advance so far. 

Most of all he hates how you’re good at this job. It’s infuriating. If you were shit, like so many of the others he’s seen come and go through these doors, it might be different. But you’re not. You’re a fucking shark, out for blood. Just like him. 

He hates you. 

If there’s one thing that’s worse than you it’s your shitty little boyfriend. 

He’s constantly around, trying to earn your approval - and he does need to earn it because it doesn’t take much research to find out he’s a fucking serial cheater. He has this habit of falling dick first into leggy blondes he finds at bars which you don’t much approve of. And you fucking let him keep getting away with it! You don’t even seem to like the guy that much. Roland can see the thinly veiled disinterest on your face every time your boyfriend tries to surprise you with your favourite coffee or a bunch of flowers. You accept them, and the kiss he offers, and then look relieved when he’s gone. 

You need a good fuck. You need it. He can tell, and he’s sure your boyfriend isn’t getting the job done. Nobody sexually satisfied is as bitchy as you are. Except, maybe, for him. But his exception doesn’t prove the rule. He teases you about it mercilessly and loudly, and your conversations always end the same way. 

“Maybe if someone was taking care of your vagina, it wouldn’t have sand in it.”

“I fucking hate you, Roland.”

“Yeah, I know.”

But you work well together, that can’t be denied. Case after case you take on, and case after case you win. It’s nice that you can put your mutual loathing aside to be professional for long enough to help your clients out.

He knows where you’re meant to be meeting your boyfriend that night. That fancy bar in the penthouse of that hotel. Seems fucking stupid to him, bars should be on ground level, but what does he know. While you’re in the bathroom he gets himself something strong which goes down well with the pill he takes; he sits in the corner where he won’t be seen and watches you. 

You’re sitting on a tall stool, drumming your fingers on the counter. At first you look hopeful. Then you look at your watch. Over and over again. He can see the excitement leave you and you deflate like a balloon animal left in some kid’s room as time ticks by. Eventually your phone rings, and though he can’t work out every word, you have a very short conversation with the person on the other end, finishing the call by jabbing your screen so hard he’s surprised the glass doesn’t shatter. 

You head into the elevator. He follows you. You’re the only two in there as the doors slide shut and it begins its descent. He leans on the wall and looks at you, levelly. You don’t even seem surprised that he’s there, you just look sort of tired. 

“So,” he says, and you look like you’re bracing yourself for him to mock you like he usually would, but he gets straight to the point, “you gonna let me fuck you?”

You look at him, properly look at him. You seem to sum him up for the first time since you started at the firm, let your eyes trail up and down his body, taking him in. 

“Roland, you have until the alcohol wears off.”

You barely get the last word out, actually, because he hears your consent and fucking lunges for you. His mouth is hot and rough on yours, beard scraping your chin and cheeks, and he grins into it when he hears you moan. Moaning from a kiss? You are desperate. 

He slams his fist on the emergency brake button and the elevator screeches to a halt. You pull back to look at him, confused and appalled. He likes it. 

“What?” he asks, pressing his thigh between yours, up into your needy cunt, “You said I have until the alcohol wears off, I’m not wasting a single fucking second with you.”

You seem oddly charmed by that idea, but it’s only a quick flash of sentiment over your face before he finds your clit and begins to fuck into it with the width of his thigh. You begin to twist and writhe in pleasure against him, wanting to ride him yourself, but him not allowing you the freedom to do it. He grins as he watches you melt. 

“Knew you needed someone to take care of your little cunt.”

“I fucking hate you,” you snap, but he can tell your heart isn’t in it. Not this time anyway. He pulls off his suit blazer and, with a flick of the wrist that is too certain to have not been practised before, he manages to throw it over the camera in the upper corner of the elevator, letting it hang off it as if it were a coat rack. Seemingly happy that you have a few minutes, you let him kiss his way down your body and end up on his knees in front of you. He sees the hungry way you look down at him and wants to see it on your face all the fucking time. 

He makes light work of your tight little skirt, raising his eyebrows when he gets to your thong. You shove him with your foot. 

“What?”

“Someone thought she was gonna get lucky tonight.”

“Yeah, well, I fucking am aren’t I?”

He can’t argue with that. Well, he could, but for once he doesn’t. Instead he rips it off your body with his bare hand and shoves it into his trouser pocket. You yelp but any complaints you have are quickly doused when he begins to fuck you with his mouth. He is fucking ravenous for you, pressing his fingers up inside your greedy cunt and latching onto your clit viciously. You haul a leg over his shoulder and pull him in harder against you, your heel knocking against his spine. He digs his hands into the meat of your ass and hopes his fingernails leave little crescents. 

You come once on his fingers, heavy and slick, and look both exhausted and disappointed when he pulls his hand away. He sucks his fingers dry and nods to the elevator control panel. 

“Thing’s about to start working again. I’d get dressed if I were you.”

On cue the elevator begins to whir as someone somewhere deactivates the brake. As it starts to swoop downwards and finish its journey you scrabble to get your skirt back on while Roland grins at the show. 

He takes his suit jacket and walks out the door with confidence when they open, striding past the assembled staff with utter nonchalance. 

“Get that fucking thing fixed, almost ruined my evening,” he shouts at them, but anyone looking for too long can see his beard is soaked in you. You do your best to mimic his confidence, walking out as if the elevator room doesn’t reek of sex. 

He heads to the street, doesn’t say anything, but offers the cab driver two hundred dollars to ignore what’s happening in the back seat. You bark out your address and fall into his lap. 

Roland fingers you while you’re driven to your apartment. You’re one orgasm deep and high off it, and he makes you come again in the back of a dark taxi while easy listening plays over the radio. When the journey is over you grab his tie and pull him the two flights up to your home. He likes it a lot, being led like a dog, but there will be time to explore that another day. 

Because there will be another day. 

Roland takes immense joy in fucking you on the mattress he can only imagine your boyfriend has disappointed you on hundreds of times. He has stamina, you’ll give him that, and he ends up coming inside you three times over the following hours. By the end of it you’re lying on either side of the bed, sweaty and exhausted, just listening to the sound of your combined breathing. 

“Why do you wax?” is the question he chooses to break the silence with. You look confused, and he points to your pussy. 

“Oh. Personal preference I guess.”

“No, try again.”

“What—”

“I can tell when you’re lying. About this, anyway. Tell me why.”

You clench your jaw, but admit: “My boyfriend doesn’t like me hairy.”

Roland lets out a short, loud laugh that’s reminiscent of a bark.

“What, he afraid to get a pube in his mouth?”

“Roland!” you snap, and hit him with a pillow far harder than it has any right to feel.

“I’m just saying he’s a pussy. Wait, no, let’s not use that word, I fucking love pussy - he’s a coward. Grow it out if you want to grow it out, fuck him. If my face isn’t stuck to your cunt like Velcro then it’s no fun.”

You purse your lips but don’t say anything else.

The next time he fucks you, hair is beginning to grow there again. You’ve not really spoken about that night, and a couple of weeks have already passed. There’s been too much work to think about sex, anyway. Well, to act on it, at least. Well to act on it with each other - he’s not above admitting he kept your thong and likes to have the fabric over his mouth and nose while he jerks off into the toilet. You must know but you’ve not asked for it back, which he finds just wonderful.

The two of you are working late, main office lights off, lit by lamps, utterly exhausted. You’re in business mode, swapping ideas back and forth, butting heads a little but generally agreeing with what the other is saying. Excitement builds in the room and bubbles over to something else, and suddenly you’re in his lap stripping him off, and then he’s hefting you onto the desk and pulling down your skirt. He grins when he sees the slightly more natural state of your pussy and you roll your eyes at him.

“Don’t say a fucking word.”

“Oh, but I really want to.”

You silence him with a ferocious kiss and he begins to slide inside, too horny to bother getting out of his clothes properly; which is saying something because he loves being out of his clothes. He sheathes himself in you and you throw yourself back against the legal papers, not caring about how they scatter.

“So, your boyfriend pissed you off again?” he begins to thrust, pushing his girthy cock even deeper inside your creamy pussy.

“You wanna ask this while you’re inside me?”

He shrugs. He’s still hard as rock, so doesn’t seem to mind the discussion, so you humour him as he begins to work your clit with his thumb.

“Eh, a little. He’s always pissed me off to some level.”

“Why are you with him? You seem to fucking hate him.”

“We’ve been together - aah! - since we were in high school. Our families are friends. It’s just – oh, fuck – expected now.”

“Ahh, expectation, the truest form of love.”

You seem to mull that over, sincere, but you’re taken out of the moment when he slings one of your legs up over his shoulder and fucks into you so deeply you think he’s about to split you in half.

It becomes a more regular thing after that. Your little boyfriend is still around, but he’s none the wiser that you’re spending every other night fucking one of your coworkers. And the two of you are amazing at fucking. Roland believes you could sell tickets to a show to watch the two of you going at each other, feral and needy. And you’re kinky, too! One night you wrap his belt around his neck and squeeze it so hard his vision blurs and he comes more than he has since he was a teenager. On another, you fold him in two on your bed and take your time stretching his ass open before you peg him with the biggest dildo he’s ever seen. A prostate orgasm can really make you appreciate the world a little better.

You see each other a lot outside of work now, too. Usually he feels like the little dates you go on are extended foreplay, where you can run your foot up and down his leg and press your toes into his dick, but sometimes he has to admit he just likes going out with you. You’re a quick wit, whip-smart, and fucking filthy. You’re wasted on going out with that pathetic asshole, you really are.

And one night the two of you are working late, again. You’ve both ordered Chinese takeout from down the street, and have found yourselves distracted. Not with sex, not with arguing, but with trying to fling battered chicken balls into each others’ mouths across the length of the office. You’re in literal tears as Roland tries to wheel his chair into the chicken’s oncoming trajectory only to lose his balance and tumble out of it, landing miserably on his ass.

You can’t breathe. You grip the edge of the desk for support, tears streaming down your cheeks, the long line of your beautiful throat exposed as you throw your head back laughing, and Roland finds himself fucking enamoured with you. He wants to hear your laugh all day, every day, forever, actually. He wants to go home tonight knowing his is the only cock you have inside you. Fuck it if that’s possessive, he’ll promise the same thing if it means you’ll be only his.

He’s fucked.

He’s so fucked.

Roland Blum hates you.

Except he doesn’t really. He just has to tell himself that, or he’ll realise he’s fucking fallen in love.

[rozugold]

hello!!!! I saw your older c!tommy and older c!beeduo family and wonder if you have any headcanons related to your design (or really ANY older character headcanons)???? I love your designs! you capture the characters very well!

Thank you!! And oh boy do I have hcs

Tommy:

He lives on a big ole ranch!! Probably somewhere aways from the server, though he still visits frequently to upkeep the prime path and some of the buildings

He grows carrots and raises cattle and chickens and has a few donkeys to protect the animals from wolves n such

While he technically lives alone i imagine he always has company over. His house is the place his friends congregate to, it’s never empty or lonely

Again he gets a cane sometime after Dream dies. He had never really listened to his body and was constantly pushing himself when he was in survival mode. I imagine one day he was chatting with Ranboo and Tubbo and was just like “Hey it’s normal to be in pain all the time right?” And Tubbo was like “Yup!” While Ranboo was like “NO??” So he got a cane :] (Maybe Ranboo made it for him idk) It helps ease his back and knee pain. Getting tossed around from explosions all those years (and also dying those four times) could not have been good for him lol

Tubbo:

He gets to explore his wardrobe!! Instead of having to dress tactical or formal he GETS TO BE SILLY! And PRETTY and HANDSOME and just WHATEVER he wants to be. He and Ranboo have a lot of fun with clothes together

He also dyes his hair a lot more. He has it blond rn but I imagine he cycles through a bunch of different colors n styles

Him n ranboo live in a cabin somewhere. I think they’d put the most distance between them and the main server

I don’t have any Ranboo specific hcs which is an absolute crime but I’m sure I’ll think of some soon

Anddd just some thoughts about Michael: I have this loose narrative idea of a teenage Michael trying to undercover the servers past. I imagine Tubbo and Ranboo were secretive about all that, like the fact that Ranboo died and that Michael was kidnapped that one time. Tommy’s the only one who tells him stories about the server, the good and the ugly, but I don’t think he’d know much about Michael’s kidnapping. Maybe he goes looking for this mysterious Sam person he keeps having dreams about. Idk it’s fun to think about

[yurinaa-world]

Hii! Read your works from hsr and saw that you have open request so here I am ^^ Could you maybe write something about Gepart having an So from the Underworld? Like she's the complete opposite of him, and kinda acts like a Sampo, but well, more trusted. Maybe now even dating but something like his crushing on a villain and she's always flirty with him when they meet and enjoys making him flustered? Or from meeting to dating (they could meet because even through she doesn't really step out of the Underworld she came to rescue Sampo from trouble and after that she just kept pooping out somewhere around him, when his alone on duty but the soldiers are gone somewhere. SO SORRY IF IT'S TOO LONG BUT THIS MAN JUST HAS ME :`)) if u don't wanna write it or want to change something that's completely fine! Idk for what genter you prefer writing (or just didn't notice if u write that somewhere, sorry! +) for and even trough I would ask for a female any other is still fine by me! Hope you'll have a wonderful day/night because u deserved it and remember that you're amazing!!!

Characters: Gepard x Female Reader

Synopsis: Gepard with a S/O from the underground

Warnings: fluff, might be some spelling errors.

Notes: I hope you liked it :)

𝒢𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝐿𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓊

The sight of Belobog was beautiful from the tall wall you were sitting on, with the cold air hitting your skin and making your body shudder. The surface was way colder than the underground to you, and snow fell from the clouded sky, making its way to land on top of your hair. "Wow, it's really cold out," you said to yourself before sneezing and rubbing your nose with your hands before crouching down. "Now, now where are you?" you said, squinting your eyes, looking around for your dear lover.

Before your eyes narrowed down to the familiar blonde hair of Gepard, he looked so charming in armor, almost like a prince, which you admire. It seemed that he was talking to some Silvermane Guards. Waiting for those guards felt like an eternity, but if they saw you, you would be thrown behind bars. But you wanted to get closer, so mumbling some incoherent insults under your breath before jumping off the wall and landing softly onto the soft white snow over the concrete before quickly dashing behind a wall.

Hearing guards and Gepard's conversation coming to an end. "You all should be on the lookout just in case the underworlders come back." Gepard told the guards before dismissing them back to their regular stations that he closed his eyes and took a long breath. As you slowly popped out of your hiding place and gently blew his ear, making him flinch and snap his head towards you, "You shouldn't be here!" he covered the ear you blew him with one hand.

"What, can I not see my lover anymore?" You said, pouting, "If the guards see you, do you know what the consequences would be?" Gepard scolded, "I know I'll be behind bars." You sigh dramatically, "But I haven't been caught yet." You added before grinning at him mischievously, "I have something to give you." Before Gepard could say anything, you kissed his cheek.

Seeing his face go a little red from your actions, "you shouldn't be doing those in public," he blushed. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help myself. Come on, you want to give me a kiss, don't you?" you grin. Gepard sighed before pulling you into a small kiss. He pulled away after a few seconds. "You're such a tease," he mumbled.

"I know,"  you giggled as he cleared his throat awkwardly. "You should get going before a guard sees you." "aw well, when you're alone, I want a bunch of kisses." You wink at Gepard, who turned a shade of red before giving him one last peck on the lips. You wave happily as you disappear around a corner.

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[imbestforyou]

fireworks

pairing: jj maybank x reader (she/her)

summary: you meet jj at a fourth of july kegger and watch the fireworks together

approx. reading time: around four minutes

warnings: drinking, smoking, keggers, really short, not edited very well

note: this is awful but whatever thanks for being patient with me 😭 (also i struggle with sticking to past-tense and/or present-tense so if you see mistakes pls ignore)

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you never drinked or smoked. it was something you promised yourself when you were younger. seeing your parents absolutely ruin their lives over it, made you never want to try it. therefore you never went to parties, cause really what would you do with a bunch of drunk, high, and horny teenagers?

“come on, it’ll be really fun! and maybe you’ll meet someone cute there, you never know!” ashley pressures.

you cringe at the thought, “what would i even do all night anyways?”

“idk.. mingle! come on! it’s summertime and you’ve done nothing but be in bed by 8:30. i promise after this no more parties.” before you can continue arguing with her she starts going through your closet, finding something for you to wear. by the time you had to leave you were dressed in a white top with blue accents and jean shorts.

being fully surrounded by teenagers you didn’t know made you uncomfortable. and all you could think about was that everybody could probably tell. ashley mumbles something about a drink and a cute guy so after she leaves, you walk away from the log you two were sitting at and instead sit down next to a tree a little farther away from the kegger. you sit on your phone for what felt like hours before getting up to go find ashley, who is also your ride.

but as your getting up someone bumps into you and you feel liquid spill all over your white shirt.

“oh my god!” you look down at your shirt, complete ruined and stained.

“shit- i’m so sorry” you look up to see a blonde haired boy with an empty red solo cup in his hands. behind him you hear three teens snickering in the back and watch as they run away.

“is that beer?” you ask irritated. he starts chuckling at your question.

“i mean do you see the color? what else would it be?” he drops the solo cup on the ground before reaching in his pockets for napkins.

“very funny.” you glare at him.

you pause for a minute before continuing, “honestly it’s okay, i just want to get home and forget i even came here in the first place.” you go to grab your purse and your almost dead phone.

“the fireworks haven’t started yet though.” he says taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

“i don’t care. and sorry but can you not smoke near me.” you air out the smoke that’s in front of your nose.

“why? are you asthma- asthmathatic- uh.” he stutters trying to find the right word.

you laugh at the blonde’s attempt at saying the word. “asthmatic?” he nods. “well then no i’m not i just don’t like people smoking near me.”

“is that why you’ve been sitting by this tree for the last three hours on your phone instead of actually talking to people?” he teases.

“are you stalking me? that’s a little weird- um sorry i didn’t catch your name.”

“jj.” he takes his hand out so you can shake it.

you accept it, “y/n.”

“so are you from here? i’ve never seen you around.” he throws his cigarette in the nearest trash can as you continue walking out the kegger. he follows close behind you.

you clutch your purse closer to you as you walk to keep it from falling, “no actually, i live in maine but my grandparents are from here and i wanted to get away for the summer.”

“maine wow, so what do you do up there? it’s up.. right?” he’s walking close next to you now, a couple feet away from the scene you both had come from.

you laugh at his lack of knowledge, “yeah yea- it’s up from outer banks. close to new hampshire, massachusetts you know. but honestly when i’m over there i don’t do much. i just go to school get home and the cycle repeats.”

“hmm. so how do you know audrey, if you’re not from around here?”

“you really are a stalker huh?” you tease him.

he shakes his head smiling at me, “i’m just observant is all.”

“she’s a family friend i guess. this is my first time here since i was like three so i don’t know many people.”

“well now you know me.”

“yeah, i guess i do.” he stops walking after a couple seconds of silence.

“i know i caught ya on your way out but we could still go watch the fireworks together.” he takes his hands through his hair and with the streetlight hitting his face this is the first time you’ve had a good look at him. and you blush a little at the invite and maybe also cause he’s cute.

you sigh, “yeah yeah, that’d be fun.”

[k9wa]

༊*·˚ COLLEGE CLICHES. featuring haruchiyo sanzu, manjiro sano, keisuke baji, ken ryuguji, takashi mitsuya.

∴ SYNOPSIS : sappy and stupid college cliches i think the tokyo rev boys would fit.

∴ CONTENT : highschooler tries to write about college, fluff if you squint, this is a little silly, gn reader (no referring pronouns.)

∴ NOTE : if u would wanna see this with a few other characters feel free to lmk! hope u enjoy :]

༉‧₊˚. HARUCHIYO SANZU — who is your lifeline in adv calc, when your teacher is the biggest asshole and neither of you are as good at math as you thought.

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sanzu slowly rubbed over the skin on his face as his eyes danced between his computer screen and textbook, and he came to the conclusion he genuinely had wanted to just die right then and there. 

his professor was driving him absolutely insane; another old man with a stick up his ass, who he swore only took up teaching to make a bunch of college kids feel like idiots, and it didn’t help that he was shit at his job either. sanzu wasn’t built for school, let alone calculus, and every day he remained in that class he questioned what the fuck possessed him to take it in the first place.

he threw the cover of his textbook closed and picked up his phone, opening his messages to the only reason he hadn’t dropped the aforementioned course.

sanzu: this prof is fucked

sanzu: like seriously wtf is half of this shit

♡: switch courses i dare u

sanzu smirked down at his phone when you had responded so quickly.

you two had made an agreement upon meeting at the beginning of the semester, and quickly bonding over your regret for choosing adv calc; the first person to drop the course owed the other one $100. (a good chunk of money, considering you were both broke.) it was the start of a beautiful friendship, and an even more passionate shared hatred for the man you were meant to be learning under. plus, haruchiyo couldn’t deny that he enjoyed talking to you outside of complaints and 3am meltdowns over whatever the hell the derivative matrix was.

♡: or come study with me

♡: cus idk wtf im doing either

sanzu: switch courses i dare u

♡: kys come over

sanzu snorted to himself, swiftly turning around in his chair and throwing his belongings into his cross body bag. as shitty as his class was, at least he had met someone worth sticking around in it for.

sanzu: im omw relax

♡: can u get coffee on ur way

sanzu: what happened to please

♡: please haruchiyo my favourite man in the whole entire world

sanzu: drop calc with me and i will

♡: shut up tbh

it was worth a shot.

༉‧₊˚. MANJIRO SANO

— who hit a volleyball straight into your cranium and insisted he buy you lunch as an apology.

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embarrassed was an understatement for what you felt.

it was like some terrible romcom, something you only see happen in movies with an unrealistic representation of what post-secondary school was actually like.

some blonde boy— one who you’re sure you could have gone your entire life without knowing rather peacefully— handed you a bag of ice, along with a neatly wrapped egg sandwich from the cafe he’d dragged you to.

“you sure your head is okay?” he watched as you pressed the cold plastic to the back of your skull.

“yeah, i don’t think it hit me as hard as it looked.”

“well, it did kinda knock you off your feet.”

you glared at mikey, and he had to stifle a laugh at the expression on your face.

“i’m sorry! you’ve gotta admit it’s kinda funny right?”

you used your teeth to unwrap some of the parchment paper and took a bite from your sandwich, at least the food was good.

“you nearly took my head off.”

“well it's less funny when you put it like that.”

you couldn’t stop the chuckle that slipped past your lips at how casual he was being, despite the context that you were two total strangers.

“seriously though, ‘m sorry. y’know i never would have hit you if i was playing soccer, volleyball is a shit sport anyway” the way he crossed his arms and pouted like a little kid was the slightest bit endearing. “i mean, why use your hands when your feet work so much better?”

maybe it was the spur of the moment, or the likely concussion giving you a skewed sense of judgement, but part of your brain was starting to like him.

mikey couldn’t explain it either, but a similar part of his brain was glad he had gotten the chance to meet you, though the circumstances weren’t ideal.

“hmmm…i dunno,“

he tilted his head at you, wondering where your sentence was headed.

“i think you’re gonna have to buy me lunch a couple more times to make up for it.”

mikey couldn’t help but smile, he poked your forehead.

“i must have hit you way harder than i thought.”

༉‧₊˚. KEISUKE BAJI

— who always throws the best parties, but never actually enjoys them unless you show up.

⠀

the pounding on the door of your dorm was quick to pull you out of your focus, forcing your nose out of your books. there was only one person who would knock so aggressively at such an ungodly hour, and he’s lucky your desk chair was becoming uncomfortable and you were planning on getting up to stretch your legs anyway.

swinging the door open, there stood baji, hair tied loosely into a bun at the back of his head, and two coolers occupying each of his palms.

he handed one to you, you gladly took it.

“so this is what you’re doin’ instead of partying with me right now?”

keisuke followed you into your dorm, making himself comfortable on top of your bed, you sat on the free space beside him as you cracked open the can in your hand.

“i told you i couldn’t come like, three days ago.” he groaned at your answer.

“i didn’t think that meant y’would actually flake!” you chuckled as you sipped at your drink, eyes playfully rolling back.

“you’re gonna thank me when this exam rolls around and i actually have notes to give you.”

baji’s lips formed a tight line, he hated when you were right.

“what’s the big deal if i didn’t go? literally almost half of campus showed up at your dorm hall anyway.”

he groaned again, yet louder this time, sitting up so he could open his own drink. he reached his free hand out to flick you right in the tip of your nose, earning a quiet ‘ow..’ from you.

“cus it’s lame when you don’t come around!! and who else is gonna take care of me after i blackout huh?” he took a long swig from the can in his fist.

“how about you go drink your body weight and i’ll come get you in an hour?” although the offer was tempting, and you could see keisuke consider it for a moment, he shook his head and flopped back down on your bed.

“nah, rather chill with you anyway.”

he reached over to hold his drink in the air beside you, and you gently cheersed his can, being careful not to spill any liquid on your bed.

“so, the hell is the exam s’posed to be about anyway?”

༉‧₊˚. KEN RYUGUJI

— who sits in front of you in engineering, and covers up the entire white board in front of you.

⠀

not one note.

not one single note in your binder was finished, all half written or only partially filled out. you wouldn’t have bothered spending the money on equipment to take cute notes if you had known some giant would be sitting in front of you. how were you meant to write anything down when you couldn’t even see the damn board?

at first he intimidated you, how could you not be at least a little afraid of a man who stood at nearly twice your size? however, that intimidation quickly turned into pure irritation upon another day of more blank paper, and you were following him out of the room at the end of class before you had a chance to react.

“hey, you.” 

ken turned around to see who was calling out to, who he assumed to be, him. 

“oh, hey—“

“you’re switching seats with me tomorrow .”

“…why—?“

“because you’re way too big and i can’t see anything past you when you’re in front of me! and i am way too behind in my notes to even hope to pass anymore unless i get caught up!”

ryuguji stared down at you, who was oh so short and angry, while blinking silently as he processed the words being said to him. it was surprising how small you started to feel so quickly when he had to crane his neck down to make eye contact.

“we’re like, two weeks into the semester and you’re telling me this now? i would have moved if y’had said something sooner.” ken chuckled and placed a hand on his hip, leaning down to your height with the most smug look suddenly dawning on his features. you opened your mouth to respond, yet only a jumble of stutters fell off your tongue. the irritation had subsided, and the intimidation was back in full throttle.

“i'll tell you what,” he began, “why don’t you sit beside me tomorrow, and i'll share my notes with you so you can catch up.”

well,

you supposed that would work. 

“my way of apologizing for bein’ ‘way too big.’”

…you really did need those notes.

“okay, fine. that’s fine.” with a small bow, you turned around to begin your route to your next class, eager to run away from the awkward conversation you’d stuck yourself in.

“thanks, um, tall…guy— whatever your name is.”

and as quickly as you came, there you went. 

it was about to be a whole other problem when the next day rolled around, and you would discover ryuguji’s terrible handwriting.

༉‧₊˚. TAKASHI MITSUYA

— who is your favourite study buddy, and knows your cafe order by heart.

⠀

the smell of freshly brewed espresso and slightly stale confections danced through the air, a comfortable aroma for mitsuya to sit in while he scribbled at a design that had been picking his brain all day. the headphones in his ears played some random pre-made lo-fi playlist as he sipped his coffee (—black, 2 sugars) that had long turned lukewarm, yet was just hot enough to warm his palm through the paper cup. the booth by the window he was slouched in was empty, save for him of course, and he waited ever so patiently for his classmate to join him and fill the space across from him.

the sound of the cheap bell above the cafe’s doors chiming alerted him that you had finally arrived, and he pried his attention away from his doodles to see you shuffling over to the spot you both had become perfectly familiar with, laptop in hand along with a knit hat and matching scarf keeping you warm from the autumn breeze.

“how late am i?” you plopped down in your seat, placing the tote bag hanging from your shoulder onto the seat beside you.

“probably,” he checked his phone, “twenty minutes.” mitsuya pulled his headphones down so they sat slack around his neck. 

you groaned at his answer, you hadn’t meant to have gotten so hung up with club activities.

“i’m sorry, this stupid– festival is seriously giving us a run for our money. i didn’t even realize what time it was.”

takashi listened to you intently, nodding his head quietly as he pushed a small plate towards you; a croissant decorated in your favourite jelly, as well as a coffee cup similar to his own, the only difference being the mound of cream and sweetener inside yours.

the action had become so normal, you hadn’t even paid any mind to the way he would always order for you anymore, having your order ready by the time you arrived to meet him was just the usual.

mitsuya truly remembered the littlest details about your coffee order, from how thick you liked the foam on top to the temperature. not to mention his mental database of the variety of pastries you would eat alongside them.

“tell me about it. what’s your club doing again?”

he remembered, takashi just enjoyed the way you got so excited talking about it.

he listened to the way you rambled on, the way you so easily talked to him, how you could do it for hours, and not once would he be anywhere near sick of hearing the sound of your voice

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[hangmans-girl]

We're Even Now, Are We? (Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader)

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Kazansky!Reader

Summary: After years of being in competition with each other, both of you realize that there was more to your tension than what meets the eye.

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of death, Swearing, poorly-used naval aviation words and phrases, changed some details about the story and i'm screaming praying and hoping that it doesn't ruin the story, this was dragged on for so long and idk if this makes sense anymore i'm just gonna publish it for the sake of my mental health.

Words: 5,539

Author's note: This is the first work that I have that I've decided to post. Please bear with the plot and grammatical mistakes. I whipped this up from my brain at the last minute before deciding to write it down. English isn't my first language and I had no one to proofread this for me so, yeah. Hope you enjoy it!

Callsign: Knockout

"What do we have here," Hangman greets Phoenix as she walks toward the pool alley, behind her were two unfamiliar men. "And here I thought we were special, Coyote, turns out the invite went to everyone."

Phoenix replied with a scoff as she turned her head to the side. "Fellas, this here's Bagman."

"Hangman."He quickly corrected as he leaned on the pool table.

"Fanboy and Payback, newest recruits, "Phoenix added. Both men nodded to Coyote and Hangman. Phoenix turns to look at the man who's eating peanuts on the bench beside the pool table.

The man introduced himself as Bob, who turned out to be Phoenix's new backseater. Phoenix then ran to greet Rooster, who came in too late when everyone was doing introductions. Unlike everyone, he was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, a white tanktop, and casual jeans.

After Hangman and Rooster's passive-aggressive conversation, Phoenix suddenly remembered something. "Is this all of us? Everyone here is the best there is, why isn't Kazansky here with us?"

Hangman grinned at the question. "Maybe she isn't as good as you think she is, Phoenix. The invitation can't go to just anyone, you know."

Phoenix scoffed at his remark. "Kazansky graduated at the top of the class with you and she's the only TOP GUN graduate of our generation with 3 confirmed air combat kills. If those aren't good, then I don't know what is."

"Missed me that much, Trace?" All heads turned towards the doorway. Phoenix came running towards you with a huge smile. You welcomed her with open arms as she hugged you tight.

"Damn it, Kazansky. I knew you'd make it." She broke the hug and wrapped her arms around your waist. You turned your eyes towards Rooster who stood to greet you as well.

"Bradshaw, glad to see you." You shook his hand as he shook yours, returning an acknowledging smile at you.

You then turned to Fanboy, Bob, and Payback to greet them. As you turned around, you've seen a fair share of new faces and a bunch of familiar ones, too. But your eyes never failed to notice the cocky blonde man leaning by the pool table, smirking in your direction.

"Kazansky, as I live and breathe." Hangman greeted. You smirked at his snarky tone. You walked closer to the table, grabbing a lone cue stick at the side as you sought a random ball at the pool table.

"Hangman. I honestly thought I'd seen the last of you, but here we are."

Hangman wore a smug grin on his face. "Seems like destiny couldn't just pull us apart, honey." You chuckled at his remark, pulling an eight-point score on the game as you bent up to wait for his turn to play.

"I know, but you'd like that, wouldn't you? I mean, you'll have to keep seeing me if you want to get ahead of me." You gave him a sweet smile, an annoying one at that on his part. He was still grinning at you, but he slightly squinted at the mischievous glint in your eyes.

"That's your excuse for telling me that you want me around you, Kazansky? That is very unlike you." Hangman's smirk got wider as he tilted his head to look into your eyes. Everyone around you was just staring at the both of you, enjoying the little show you and Hangman were putting on.

This was like a routine since you and Jake made it in highschool. You fought a lot about who was better than the other and always ended up tying at everything you both did.

"Oh, I'd only want top pilots around and you aren't on that list," You trailed, walking closer to him as you rubbed some chalk at the tip of your cue stick.

"But you're almost there, Bagman. 2 more confirmed kills and maybe you'll catch up." You added, placing your cue stick at the side as you tapped his chest with your palms, attempting to straighten the crumpled edges of his khaki service uniform.

He looked down at you, still with a grin, before you turned your back from him and made your way to the bar. You grabbed a lone bottle of cold beer as you made your way to a familiar man. "Long time no see, Uncle Mav," You greeted as you hopped on to sit on the chair beside him.

"Y/N? Look at you, you're all grown up now!" Maverick beamed at you as he took a minute to take your presence all in.

Maverick used to babysit you back when you were still a child. From what you have heard, he and your Dad shared a special bond because of a mission that they did 30 years ago. For that reason, Maverick also considered you as his own and taught you everything you had to know about everything -- including aviation.

"So, 3 confirmed kills within your stay at TOP GUN. Congratulations, kid. I'm proud of you." He tapped your shoulder as he smiled at you.

"Thanks," You replied. "What brings you here at North Island?"

"Well, you know," He shrugged. You already knew the answer to that.

"Yeah, you pissed off yet another Admiral. What's the punishment this time?"

"I don't know yet, I think I'll know by tomorrow. What about you? I thought you were stationed in Iran?"

"I got a call from TOP GUN. They want me to do a mission with the others," You pointed at the pool alley. Maverick nodded in response. You got off the chair and tapped his back.

"I heard you're paying for a round? Thanks, Uncle Mav. See you around." You headed to the exit as you hurriedly got on your motorbike, heading towards your parents' house.

******

"Took you long enough to visit me," Your Dad typed. You gave him an apologetic smile before giving him a hug. You quickly pulled a chair as you sat in front of him.

"I got a call from TOP GUN to do a mission, Dad."

He nodded before proceeding to type again. "If it weren't for the mission, would you have come?"

You reached for his hand and gave him a smile. "If you told me to go home, I would have flown right away to see you, Dad." Your brows furrowed. "Dad, don't tell me you were the one who called me."

He immediately shook his head as he turned to type. "The navy sees to it that they only call the best. It's a good thing that you are. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to see you."

Your eyes watered at the reply but you tried your best not to show it."Thanks, Dad. I'll come by to see you again soon. I only have a few more minutes 'till curfew."

He typed again. "You got an Admiral for a Dad and yet you're scared of breaking the curfew?"

You chuckled lightly at his response. "Oh, Dad." You then gave him a tight hug. He nodded in acknowledgment before you left.

******

After Rear Admiral Bates introduced Maverick, all of you had to do a dogfight exercise. When the first batch was done and was subjected to 200 push-ups, You, Hangman, Phoenix, and Bob were next to go up against Maverick. As his mentee when you were still 17 and learning, you were aware of how good Maverick was in his expertise. It made you nervous, but all you had to do was apply what he and your Dad had taught you. After all, you only learned from the best.

Still, even with the applied training that you had, Maverick got the best of all of you. "See you at the base and get ready for your pushups," Maverick says before he navigates away from all of you. Just as when you were about to fly back to the base, you detected a bogey on your radar.

"Phoenix, there's a bogey on my radar. Do you see him?"

"Positive, Knockout. Talk to me, Bob. How close?"

"10 miles and six o'clock low, Phoenix."

"Ignore it, let's return to base immediately--" Your words were cut off by a beep emitting from Phoenix and Bob's radio pulse control, signaling they were put under missile lock.

You saw two more bogeys on your radar. "Shit, bandits. Hangman, cover them!" No response. It took you a minute to realize that he had already left right when Maverick did. Damn him!

"Break right, Phoenix! Avoid them for as long as you can." You said before breaking left to distract the other bogeys. You then successfully chased off one bandit before calling for backup. Good thing Maverick came in time to scare off the rest of the bogeys as he escorted the rest of you back to the base.

As soon as all of you landed, you got off your plane and looked for Hangman. And there he was already on his black shirt, laughing with Coyote as if nothing happened.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?!" You carelessly threw your helmet to the ground as you walked toward him, fuming in pure anger. You stopped as he stood still, looking down at you with a smug grin as if he didn't just risk two lives to save himself during a close encounter with an enemy aircraft that thankfully didn't result in dogfighting.

"What do you want, sunshine?" He asked, shifting the toothpick on his lips as he placed his hands on both of his pockets. You scoffed and shook your head in disbelief. Did he honestly not care about what he did?!

"You left Phoenix and BoB hanging while they were being chased by an enemy aircraft! They could have been bombed up there!" You growled. Hangman was being insufferable right now. Everyone knew how hell-bent he was on being the best of the best to be picked by Maverick as the Team Leader, but he didn't have to go THAT far. Fuck him, he couldn't even help his wingmen when they were in danger!

"I didn't really hear anything, sweets. They could have hollered, but they didn't."He replied with a patronizing smile and a sarcastic voice as though he was talking to a child. .

That was it. You pushed his chest in anger, earning a grip on both of your arms from Phoenix and Bob. "It's fine, (Y/N). It's not like you'll change whatever is going on inside of his damn head."

You sighed in exasperation, shaking the grips off of your arms as you smirked. "You wanna know something, Hangman?" He tilted his head in wonder, taking a step toward you.

"What's that?"

You took a step even closer, feeling his peppermint breath on your lips. "As long as I am here, you will never be the team leader." You replied, mimicking his patronizing smile as you glared at him before you dragged Phoenix and Bob away from the scene.

Hangman clenched his jaw as he took a deep breath to calm himself down. He turned to kick the chair beside him as he watched it move to the other side of the briefing room. Coyote sighed as he shook his head, grabbing the nearest seat in his range.

"Honestly, that was a douchey move you did up there, Jake. She actually has a point more than you care to admit."

Hangman grinned in disbelief as he scoffed. He grabbed his leather jacket from the seat as he headed towards the door. "I don't fucking need that right now, Coyote."

****

Through the years, you learned how to push his buttons. You and Jake knew each other since middle school. He always rivaled you at anything academic. The cycle went on until both of you went to college, flight school, and admission to TOPGUN.

His hatred towards you flared, even more, when he found out that you were the only daughter of the Admiral and head of the US Pacific Fleet. He believed that your admission to TOPGUN was purely based on Admiral Kazansky's influence and position, not because you had earned that spot with nothing but your hard-earned credentials and competency. That's what he made people believe.

That's a factor, though. You were told how much you flew like your father; ice cold, no mistakes. It made people give you the benefit of the doubt.

But you honestly didn't give a shit about what he'd say. You made it a routine not to lose your patience over trivial matters--especially when it came to Hangman's bullshit. You knew how it sent him over the moon when you show a reaction to whatever he says, and your pride cannot afford to give him that kind of satisfaction.

However, your rivalry with Hangman stuck out like a sore thumb every flight practice. He'd chase you like a madman in the wind in an attempt to put you under missile lock to ruin your day until he doesn't since you always outdo him. The other aviators would just shrug when they hear Hangman swear over the radio.

You even earned your callsign, "Knockout" because of him.

"What did you just say?" You turned in his direction, still in disbelief about what you have just heard.

"I said, it's such a shame that your brain is not as big as your ass---" Unable to hold it in, you gave him a powerful right hook on his cheek to knock the stupid grin off of his face, causing him to land unconscious on the ground.

"Fucking asshole." You growled under your breath as you sent him a death glare while he lays flat on the ground. You didn't care about anything you valued at that moment. Assault as a ground for expulsion? humiliation to your father's honorable name? You couldn't care less. All you wanted was to give this bastard a good talking to through your fist.

In the corner stood the Navy Commander who watched the whole thing unfold. "Lieutenant Kazansky and...can someone please carry Lieutenant Seresin into my office, NOW!"

"In this institution, we do not condone violence. I believe your father must have taught you about that already, Lieutenant Kazansky." The Navy Commander said as he leaned on his chair, taking a good look at both of you.

"My father also taught me not to tolerate disrespect, sir. I only did what I thought was best for the situation...Sir." You replied, looking straight into the office's blinds, not meeting the Navy Commander's glare. He sighed as he assessed the situation.

Hangman on the other hand was busy sulking while he held an icepack on the bruise he got a while ago. "Fine. Here's what we'll do," The Navy Commander stood from his seat as he made his way in front of his desk so he could be much closer to the both of you.

He pointed at you. "Your official callsign from now on will be Knockout," He then turned to Hangman. "That will serve as punishment for you, Lieutenant Seresin. You call her callsign, and you'll be reminded of the humiliation caused by the punch she gave you. Do this again, the both of you, and I'll be forced to resort to disciplinary action. Am I understood?" He pointed at both of you.

"Yes, Sir!" You both said in sync.

"Dismissed."

That's when he started to refuse to call you by your callsign.

*****

"Another pint, go easy on the foam."

Penny looks at Hangman with a curious gaze as she nods, grabbing his empty glass to refill it. "That's three in a row. Bad day?"

"I just like drinking. Does that count?"

"You know what, I'm just not gonna ask." Penny shook her head as she placed the refilled pint in front of him before she proceeded to accommodate her customers.

Hangman grabbed his mug and chugged half of its content, sighing loudly before wiping the foam off his lips. He was pissed, alright. After musing for a few hours, he finally admitted to himself that you actually had a point; he never should have done that.

He hated that you were right. You were always there to rub it in his face whenever you had a chance. Hangman frowned at the thought, grabbing his mug to drink again.

"As long as I am here, you will never be the team leader."

He slammed the empty glass on the counter as he hung his head low in anger. What you said wasn't half as bad as what he would hear from the other aviators. In fact, even if he did hear something, it wouldn't really matter to him since he knew what he was capable of.

But what you said, struck him like lightning. It clung to his brain like a leech, your words on repeat in his head.

The door chime made a sound, snapping Hangman out of his thoughts. He turned his head at the doorway to see you, Phoenix, Bob, and Rooster. At his gaze, only you stood out.

You were in your typical black leather jacket, jeans, and white shoes. Your hair wasn't in a bun like you would always wear it and it hung beautifully on your shoulders and back.

Hangman, for some reason, watched your every move. The way you used your fingers to comb your hair back, the way you laughed at what Rooster said, and most importantly, why the hell were you smiling like that?

Seeming to have heard his own thoughts, Hangman groaned as he shook his head in an attempt to get himself together. At that moment, he figured it was all nonsense and it was just the repressed rage and alcohol talking.

"Put it on my tab, Pen," Hangman announced before hopping off his seat as he headed towards the pool alley.

"Hey, Man. I've been looking all over for you. Let's go play some pool." Coyote tapped his back and handed him his beer and his signature cue stick. Hangman slightly squints at the sight of you as he made his way towards the side of the pool table where you and Rooster were currently standing.

Good God, what now? You thought.

Rooster sighed in apparent displeasure at the sight of him. "Hangman."

Hangman tilted his head in acknowledgment as he smirked. "Rooster."

You rolled your eyes and sighed, turning your attention to Phoenix who was holding a couple of bottled beers. You decided to help her instead of staying in the same presence as Hangman because you might not be able to resist the urge to punch his stupid face.

Hangman gave you a quick glance before turning his eyes back onto Rooster's who was looking back at his eyes suspiciously as if he was checking if he was plotting something bad. "A round?"

Rooster shook his head. "I'll pass. I'm suddenly not in the mood to play anymore."

Hangman shrugged as he grinned. "Always keeping it safe is not a good thing, Bradshaw." Hearing him say this made you roll your eyes again.

"I'll keep that in mind, Seresin. Go play with your balls." Rooster replied as he leaned his cue stick by the table as he headed to the piano.

Phoenix stood up from her seat. "Looks like Rooster's playing." You turned your head towards the stage to see Rooster warming up by the piano. You smiled as you got up from your seat, grabbing Phoenix by the arm to head by the side of the piano.

Rooster was good at performing and it always helped with stress if you sang along while he played. After all, you needed to be entertained, to keep your mind off of things, and forget your unbridled rage toward Hangman.

Bob, Fanboy, and Payback followed the both of you to join the little musical Rooster has set up, too.

As Rooster started performing, people started to cheer and gather around the stage.

Hangman suddenly wanted out of the game, so he made an excuse. "You guys go ahead. I'll be at the counter. I need more drinks." He walked out of the pool alley without waiting for their replies, desperate to see more of the performance up close.

Hangman knew he wasn't supposed to care about this little 'ensemble', but he couldn't help himself. He mindlessly ordered a pint of beer as he never took his eyes off of the stage...and you.

You sang along Rooster as you vibed joyously with the song. The sight of your beautiful smile, which he's never seen before, and your incandescent presence took him a minute or two to realize that he wasn't breathing for a moment.

Hangman's brows furrowed in realization. He can't be. Fuck, this is not happening, he thought. He chugged the rest of the beer on his hand as he ordered one after another, attempting to drown the unsolicited thoughts that he has about you.

As the song came to an end, so did Hangman's little drinking spree. He drank those pints pretty fast, even Penny was surprised at the speed. Good thing he didn't get drunk and risk word-vomiting shit he wouldn't even dare say if he was sober.

Hangman decided to call it a night, leaving the bar without saying goodbye to any of you. All that he wanted at that moment was to go home and think for the rest of the night.

***

It had been almost 3 weeks since the training started. All of you were briefed on the terrain that you were expected to encounter before the mission starts. Although distracted, Hangman was a lot more focused than he had expected. The thought of you in such light was also buried at the back of his mind because of the mission.

After the whole brawl with Rooster and Hangman, you got a call from your mom telling you to come home immediately. You already knew what it was all about. You immediately gave Maverick a heads up before leaving the base. The last time you came to visit him, he was already in a bad state. What could have possibly gone wrong?

"Hang in there, Dad. I'm coming." You whispered as you drove fast to your house.

The moment you got there, your mom came running to you in tears. "He's gone, sweetheart. He's gone." She sobbed in your arms as you tried to process everything she had just said. You shook your head in denial, holding both of your mother's arms as you looked into her eyes.

"No, he isn't, Mom. I-I still have to--I promised him I'd see him soon, he wouldn't just leave like that."Tears welled up in your eyes as you fought your way to your Dad's room.

There he was, laying cold and peaceful on his bed. "Daddy? I've come to see you now." You kneeled at the side of the bed as you held his cold hands in your warm ones.

Seeing your Dad, the best and the ever-strong fighter pilot you have always admired in this state made you sob uncontrollably. He's gone, he's really gone now.

You felt a hand on your shoulder. "He told me to tell you that he was proud of you, although he thought you already knew, he still wanted to tell you that before he left." That didn't help your grief as your chest tightened even more and your sobs grew even louder.

That night, you cried yourself to sleep at your Dad's office as you hugged the brown bear you used to play with when you were young that he kept as a decoration on his table next to your picture. You fell asleep wishing that he'd still be there to hug you in times like this.

Everyone was notified of the news. Admiral Kazansky's death shook lots of hearts that he inspired and people who admired him. To say that Maverick was devastated was an understatement. One of the greatest friends that he had was gone and it felt like the loss he felt with Goose all over again. The rest of the aviators were saddened at the news, too.

As soon as the news came out, you were the first person who came into Jake's mind. He and the other aviators helped with the preparations for the burial of Admiral Kazansky as you chose to stay at your house and be within the presence left by your Dad for one last time.

You stood motionless as your tears streamed down your cheeks while the ceremony carried on. Jake, on the other hand, never removed his eyes from you. His eyes softened at the sight of your grieving state. You looked so broken and pained that he felt uneasy as he was used to your ice-cold, sarcastic demeanor.

After the burial, they were tasked to go back to base, but Jake decided to break the rules for once and stay behind. He went to look for you and he found you by your father's grave, kneeling in front of it as you touched the cold gravestone.

You felt a presence behind you as you looked back to see who it was. "What are you doing here? I don't want to deal with you right now, Hangman."

Jake sighed as he bowed his head in response. "I'm not here to make fun of you," He took a step closer, "Your father was a great man, though I didn't know him that much...I'll be here if you need me." He says as he sat on the grass beside you.

Your tears started falling again as you sobbed. You didn't care anymore if he found you weak for that. You wanted to grieve until the pain subsides. "He told me he was proud of me, Jake,"

"But he was so impatient as always that he couldn't even wait for me to come back for him to say it to me personally. I hate him.." You fell to the ground, your hand leaning on his gravestone as you wept uncontrollably.

Jake couldn't remember the last time he saw you in this kind of state. Or you just never have experienced this before. You were always so strong and resilient that Jake once told himself that making you cry would be an achievement. But seeing you like this, a mess from crying for hours, it made him feel like he had lost something, too.

He tapped your back gently to comfort you as you fell into his arms, bawling your eyes out as both of you remained like that for hours.

*****

Weeks have passed since the death of your Dad. The pain was still there, but it was bearable enough for you to get some sleep at night. Sadly, you weren't able to train with the others for the mission since you knew that you were going to be distracted, anyway.

Maverick also told you that it wouldn't be possible for you to be a part of the mission because he wanted to let you grieve and you agreed.

That wasn't a problem on your part since you wanted to take your mind off of things and you still had to think things through, especially the part where Hangman decided to grieve with you on that day.

That day, he wasn't Hangman. It was Jake. The one who made sure that no one made fun of you when your parents failed to attend an event at school, the one who made sure to get you home safe after you punched a bunch of bullies in the schoolyard, the one who comforted you at times when your Dad was away on special missions, and the one you had feelings for before competition got in between your bond.

Despite your rivalry, you and Jake knew each other best. He knew your allergies more than your parents did and you knew what he feared the most in his life that he kept from everyone. While you were each other's enemies, you were also each other's comfort.

You had to admit, you felt better when he comforted you. After that day, you started to see him in a different light, the one where you didn't have the urge to strangle him if you were given a chance to.

Today, Maverick chose the ones he deemed ready for the mission. Phoenix and Bob as Dagger 1, Fanboy and Payback as Dagger 2, and Rooster and Hangman were chosen as Maverick's wingmen. You felt proud of them but at the same time, you felt anxious for them.

Hangman was ecstatic at being chosen as one of Maverick's wingmen, but he also felt like thinking twice before doing the mission for some reason. Ever since that night, you were all he could ever think about. He stared at you from the corner of the briefing room as he was suiting up for the mission, wondering how you were holding up.

He held himself back since he thought that it may remind you of the event that you're trying hard to forget. As soon as he was finished suiting up, he immediately made his way to the tarmac where everybody was busy double-checking their planes.

"Jake," He heard someone call out his name despite the deafening sound of the engine around him. It was you. He stopped in his tracks as he looked back at you, waiting for you to speak.

"Make sure you come back home alive. You and I still have a game to finish," You added as you walked closer to him, tapping his shoulder lightly.

"You can do it." You gave him a warm, genuine smile before exiting the tarmac, leaving Jake with his crazy, beating heart.

As soon as all of them took off, you and the rest of the aviators stood by the radio to listen while they executed the mission. They had two minutes and thirty seconds to fly low through the canyons, beneath hostile surface-to-air missiles, and reach the target. You sat there in worry. Although it would only take a short time, a lot could happen in two minutes.

You felt a pang of relief when you confirmed that they were able to bomb the target. Miracle number one was finally done. All they had to do was get home in one piece---but all hell broke loose when the SAMs and fifth-generation jets launched to intercept the squadron, resulting in a dogfight.

Maverick's plane was shot down and it caused panic among everyone. When the rest of the enemy planes were shot down, the rest returned to base immediately, but Rooster stayed behind and looked for Maverick. Hangman was also nowhere to be found.

After hours of being off-the-radar, Maverick shows up with an F-14 TOMCAT with Rooster. You sighed in relief as you high-fived Coyote, who was also as nervous as you were. But then, listening to the mission unfold was like a rollercoaster ride of emotions. Maverick and Rooster ran out of ammunition while they were being chased by a fifth-generation jet. Just as when they thought about giving up, the enemy plane blew into pieces as a familiar, cocky voice rang from the radio.

"Good Afternoon, Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your savior speaking. Please fasten your seat belts, return the tray tables to their locked and upright positions and prepare for landing."

"Hey, Hangman, you look good." Rooster says, relief evident in his voice.

"I am good, Rooster. I'm very good. I'll see you back on deck." Hangman replies, as all of you who were gathered around the radio, hugged each other in joy and relief.

The rest of the team who were on the mission arrived as you gave them a hug. Maverick, Rooster, and Hangman landed as well as everyone cheered for their arrival. You ran to Maverick and gave him a hug. "Dad's right, you're quite hard to get rid of, Uncle Mav." He laughed in response as he tapped your shoulder.

"Glad to see you, kid." He replied. You then turned to Rooster as you hugged him as well. You felt happy and relieved that all of them came back safe that you almost hugged everyone you saw-- but not everyone. You made your way towards Jake who was busy shaking people's hands and entertaining praises around him.

"So, I heard you got another confirmed kill." You stated. He nodded as he grinned proudly.

"That makes it two."

You nodded in acknowledgment as you never removed your eyes from his'. "One more and you're there, Bagman."

He took a step closer to you as he smiled. "So, 7 pm?" You chuckled as you raised a brow.

"I told you, I only date top pilots. Are you?"

"Damn straight, I am."

You smiled like an idiot and rolled your eyes at his confident response as you walked away from him. After a few more steps, you looked back at him who was still standing there, waiting for your answer. "6 pm, The Hard Deck. Don't be late, you're not the only one who's on the list, Seresin."

Jake's smile widened as he gave you a small salute. "Yes, ma'am."

That night, both of you came to terms with your feelings. After all, both of you were practically even now.

[ateriblewriter]

Don't Take The Girl {2} (m.b)

Part1, Part3

requested: originally no, but for part 2? yes

warnings: injuries, babies, mentions of surgery and death?

a/n: a) sorry this took so long. b) idk how I feel about parts of this. c) Enjoy!

Matt had been able to get back to their home to get the fuzzy slippers that Y/N had so desperately wanted and get them to the hospital with enough time to get up to labor and delivery. The snow and ice that covered the Minnesota roads were nothing.

Henry Boldy was born early that next morning. He was twenty inches long and had a tuft of dark hair that was surely going to turn blonde with time. Even at the ripe age of three hours, one could tell he was going to look similar to his father.

"He's prefect." Matt watched the baby's chest rise and fall as he slept, absolutely mesmerized.

"That's like the eighteenth time you've said that in the past hour, Matt." Y/N commented, still half asleep.

"Well, he is." The new father rubbed his pointer finger against the palm of the new baby. Henry reacted to the new touch by clamping five tiny fingers around the thing touching him, giving it the tightest squeeze a newborn could give.

Everything was peaceful until little Henry decided he had had enough and started to cry. It wasn't an I'm hungry cry or an I need a diaper change cry; the cry was more of an I need attention sort of thing.

"What do I do?" 

He knew what he was supposed to do. However, up until this point in time, he had yet to hold the newborn child. It wasn't that he didn't know how to or anything like that; after all, he did attend the parent classes that Y/N had set up for them.

"Pick him up, Matt; let him know you are there and that you love him. He's your child and your responsibility. Hold him close and never ever let him go." You mumbled while rolling over in your sleep, not even waking up when Henry started crying. "After all, you're all he's going to have."

Matt did as he was instructed; he picked up Henry, rocking him close to his body. Almost instantly, the child quieted down. It was too easy—almost like this was a dream. If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up from it.

Matt felt someone shaking his shoulder, effectively waking him up from his slumber. The perfect dream world was slipping away from him, and reality began to sink back in. Looking around the room he was currently in, there was no baby bassinet holding baby Henry, and Y/N was hooked up to a bunch of different machines that were keeping her alive.

Why couldn't this be the dream? Here there was a bad accident that left Y/N with a head injury and internal bleeding, requiring an emergency c-section to deliver the baby, and Matt with a few cuts and scrapes and a leg that was broken in multiple places.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Boldy, but we need you to go back to your room; you have a couple of hours before they fix your leg, and they want to start preparing you for the surgery. Plus, there are a couple of tests the doctors want to do on Y/N, and you can't be there for them." A nurse, who was attending to his fiance, wheeled him back to his own room.

"Have you seen Henry yet?" The lady questioned him as they arrived in his room.

"No." Matt started as another nurse came in to help him get back into bed.

"Do you want to meet him before surgery? I can get someone to bring him in here, if that would be easier for you." The nurse offered him the opportunity.

"No." 

Matt didn't want to even entertain the idea of meeting the baby boy without Y/N. He was willing to wait for however long that was. He didn't care. It was only right in his eyes that the two of you got to greet the little boy together.

"Well, you'll have to eventually; you are his father. He needs you. I'm sure this isn't what your girlfriend would have wanted." Matt was about to say something a little mean, but he bit his tongue.

He tried asking about Y/N again before he was carted off for surgery. The attendees shared a look with each other as if they knew something, but ultimately stated they had no idea what was going on with her but would find out and inform him after he woke up. He held them to that, asking about her as soon as he could remember her.

Once again, no one would tell him anything.

"Mr. Boldy, let's discuss this when you're not hopped up on pain meds." His doctor didn't want the news delivered to the poor man when he was in this state.

"Just tell me. I can take it. I love her." Matt tried convincing them he was in the right mind to hear whatever it was, the good or the bad. He hoped it was good. This story needs a happy ending. But that may not be the case here.

"I'm really sorry. We don't believe Y/N Y/L/N is going to make it. There is too much blood loss, and we think her brain isn't going to heal the way we would like it to. There might not be much time left."

"But she's not gone yet? So there's still hope?" He sat up a little straighter, picking up on certain words.

"Honestly? No not really. You should consider saying your goodbyes."

~

Let me know what ya think!

tags: @snugglebug-92

[madrabit]

Hello! You are the resident queen of Bo(Jan) so can I please request 22 for them ? :)

Oh god, idk if I deserve that title, but I 100% accept and appreciate it! 🥹 and ofc you can request that! I'm sorry it's taken me so long, tho. I promise I'm still writing the prompts, so everyone who sent me one will get it! And feel free to send me more!

Send me a ship and a number and I'll write you a kiss 🩷✨️

22. ... in a rush of adrenaline

Bojan always liked football.

He loved watching it, even played for a club as a child and was sad when he had to stop. Football made him feel excited. He could loose himself in a game, could feel like a little kid again as the players sprinted over the field, so close to scoring goals. It made him think about his own time playing. He was part of the little league, nothing exciting, just a bunch of under 12 year olds running after a ball, faceplanting the grass more often than they actually managed to kick or score a goal. But for him it had been everything.

The first time he really felt the rush of adrenaline was as he ran towards the goal, no one in his way. He had scored with ease, the goalkeeper not able to hold the ball, even if he hadn't been distracted by some relative calling for him. The cheering of not only his teammates but his parents, his father, made him feel so incredibly proud. The tingling feeling made his heart beat out of his chest, made him feel alive and his pulse was droning in his ears.

Over the years, the way how he got this feeling changed. During the winter of his thirteenth birthday he had taken up snowboarding, changing the kids ski for a snowboard, the rush he got from zooming down the mountain, his own capability the only thing preventing him from crashing was different to the feeling of playing football, but it was good. The following summer his parents had taken him and his sister to the sea and Bojan had finally gotten the chance to try surfing again, this time much more successful than the previous visits.

He had taken up more and more hobbies, his week stuffed with activities until a sudden timeshift in his Judo practice and him, Martin and Matic forming a band had put a stop to his little blooming soccer career. It was hard giving it up, but the thrill of being in stage, hearing the (albeit still rather small) crowd cheer, while he was singing his heart out and his friends were playing until their hands hurt, was the only thing better than chasing after a ball.

He had still sometimes played with his friends, kicking around a ball and when Bojan had randomly found a group of guys playing football on one of Nace's and his morning jogs through their little neighbourhood park in Highgate, he had been excited.

The guys had been quite accepting when he had approached them and it didn't take long for them to meet up semi regularly. Sometimes in the evening, other days just barely past noon. After the first few times, the others had joined in and soon the whole band had spent at least one day a week watching Bojan run after a ball to his hearts content. But not only that, sometimes his friends would join in as well, making him even more excited than just playing with a group of random strangers.

"Bojan!"

His head snapped into the direction of the voice calling his name. Jure was charging at him, followed closely by one of the guys playing on the different team, trying to take the ball away from the blond drummer without using an elbow or tripping him. The man, James, was persistent though, managing to take the ball and leaving Jure behind as he changed directions.

Bojan felt his pulse starting to pick up, blood rushing into his ear as he sprinted after James. It took a bit of work and about all of his skill to get the lead back, immediatelly turning in a sharp twist that almost made him loose his balance. Without hesitation, he made is way to the makeshift goal, dodging one of James's friends, Robert, who caught up with him unfairly easy, clearly having a very noticable height advantage, but Bojan kept the ball, firmly blocking every one of the tall man's attempts at getting it back.

A few more strides and Bojan would be close enough to take a shot, would be able to score and get the last point he and his band needed to win. Instead of a time limit, they had set a point goal, a much more achievable way of playing either multiple games in succession or have a longer, more drawn out match. That the team that lost the most games would be paying for the first few rounds at the pub they frequented after meeting at the park, was making things even more exciting.

Not that Bojan was really interested in that. The feeling alone made him giddy, the thrill of the game made his heart race in his chest in excitement and he could barely contain the sheer energy buzzing through him during.

Everything happened way too quick for Bojan to notice, his movements almost instinctive, muscle memory that he hadn't forgotten even if he hadn't been playing for a good while now.

He dodged another one of James's friends, a broad shouldered, tall man, ducking under the guy's arm to keep his momentum. And before anyone else could try to get in his way again, he took the shot, kicking the ball just right, the angle working perfectly.

Joy rushed through him as the goalkeeper couldn't catch, falling to the ground while the ball flew over him, untouched and unbothered in its path until it dropped to the ground and stopped moving.

Bojan let out a little happy scream, his eyes darting around the field and landing on Jan.

The dark haired guitarist was standing a few meters away, a big grin on his face and suddenly Bojan felt his heart speed up even more, could hear his blood rushing in his ear, his hands shaking. He was moving without realising it, running into Jan's direction.

Jan barely had enough time to react before Bojan jumped him, clinging to him as the shorter man wrapped his arms and legs around the slightly older like a vice. The speed with which Bojan had hit him almost made them topple over, would have made then fall to the ground, sprawled out on the slightly wet grass, but Jan managed to catch him, already prepared after having seen Bojan's excited face. Hands landed on the singer's ass to hold him up securely, even though Jan knew that the strong thighs wrapped around his waist were more than capable of holding him up on their own.

Bojan leaned forward, crashing their lips together in a heated kiss that the taller man very eagerly reciprocated. His lips parted as he felt Jan's tongue dart out, licking over his bottom lip and drawing a soft little moan out of Bojan. The sound got lost in the kiss and as he let a hand wander to Jan's hair, running his fingers through the soft, dark strands and messing up the little bun Jan had made earlier, the taller squeezed his butt.

"I scored", Bojan giggled as he pulled back a tiny bit, before he connected their lips again into another kiss, feeling Jan smile as well.

"You did, yes", Jan said softly, hoisting Bojan up a little more as he felt the smaller man slip a bit. Bojan gasped softly, his blood rushing through his body, heart skipping a beat, adrenaline still making him shake a bit. Even though Jan fondling his ass certainly added a lot. He tightened his legs around the guitarist's waist, pressing himself closer and was just about to deepen the kiss again, as someone called out to them.

"I wanna do another round, so stop eating face and let's play some more", James said, jogging over to get the ball and making his way with it over to then again, kicking the ball before him.

"You just don't want to admit defeat yet", Jure chirped as he snatched the ball from the British man, running away with it in the direction of the goal. James let out a surprised yelp, charging after Jure, who just quickly passed the ball to Nace.

"You better prepare to pay up later!", Kris, who had been lounging at the edge of the makeshift soccer pitch, said, then he got up and dusted off his pants, ready to join in this time.

Slowly, Jan let Bojan slide down, pressing a last little kiss to plush lips. The singer grinned at him, his body already buzzing with energy, ready to cjase after the ball again and Jan couldn't help but give him a little slap on the ass as the he turned to jog away.

Bojan laughed, his steps feeling lighter than before, and he was sure the next visit at the pub would be a rather cheap one.

[livingd3adqpid]

I've got your number but not once have you answered your phone till now, so now I'm at your door. (By FOB)

Part 1. (Maybe??? Idk tbh).

(Matt x Mello fanfic inspired by the song Emergency Contact by Pierce The Veil)

{Tags: slight angst, fluff, late confessions, reunions, a bit of crying}

[A/N: This is my first time writing a fanfic here, let alone writing one fully in English, so I apologize if my English isn't that good. Please enjoy!!]

It was raining at Whammy's, and the atmosphere at the orphanage was quiet and peaceful, which was kind of unusual for that late afternoon.

The clacking and tapping of the gaming controller echoed through the closed door of one of the dorms. A frustrated yell came right after the hard slam of another door, but this time, it came from Roger's office across the hall.

An upset blonde kicked the room's door open in the blink of an eye, revealing Matt, a redhead with glasses sitting on a beanbag, who greeted him in a monotone way without pulling his eyes away from the little TV screen.

"Hey Mells, why did Roger call you in?" The redhead asked, not gaining a single word from his roomie; instead, there were a lot of rustling sounds and things were thrown around.  Matt grew a little concerned, so he finally paused the game and turned around.

Mello looked back at the redhead with his big sapphire eyes, enraged and a little puffy, as he held a bunch of clothes he had just pulled out of the drawer they shared. Matt could tell from miles away the frustration building up in Mello's expression, he knew the blonde too well to tell.

"Mello?" Matt called out for his friend, whose expression tightened as soon as he heard the redhead speak. Matt just walked over to the door and closed it, turning to Mello with growing worry.

They both looked at each other in silence until the redhead walked over to the blonde. Mello just straight up pulled him into a tight hug, which Matt reciprocated, still confused.

"L's fucking dead..." Mello said as he buried his face in Matt's shoulder. Matt froze, then he squeezed Mello a little.

Those words felt like a bucket of cold water had been dropped on top of him. Even though Matt wasn't on Mello's level, let alone Near's, he felt some sort of admiration for the man who was the idol of the orphanage's kids.  Now that he was gone, all Matt could think of was his companion's grief. Mello was close to L; he looked up to him, which originated his rivalry with Near, but now the motive was gone.

"Did he..." Matt gulped, looking at their reflection in the window. "...Choose his successor?"

Mello felt a huge knot in his throat, getting tighter as he remembered what Roger told him and Near, along with the albino's words.

"This useless successor shit doesn't fucking matter anymore." Mello muttered, clenching his fists behind Matt's back. "I'm leaving this shithole for once."

Matt felt his stomach turn.

"You're leaving, then." Matt broke the hug, letting go of Mello as he lowered his head. 

"I'm sorry..." Mello mumbled, walking back to the drawer and throwing stuff inside a backpack.

The redhead turned away from the blonde, wishing deep down he could go and leave everything behind. He'd say yes to any invitation without hesitation; he just didn't want to leave his side so soon.

Matt cursed the orphanage quietly; he cursed L for allowing his family to bear such a heavy burden at such a young age—the same burden for which he saw others literally die for.

Mello zipped his backpack, signifying that he had finished packing. The blonde bit his lip as he saw the redhead with his back still turned to the TV. Some pressure in his heart emerged as he stared and couldn't sense if he was going to turn to face him.

"Matt, I need to catch Kira." Mello answered, clenching his fists. "He needs to be stopped and prosecuted for what he did to all of those innocent people, to L--"

"That's fucking bullshit!" Matt exclaimed, interrupting Mello as he threw his goggles against the floor. "Don't lie to me; you want to prove yourself to Roger and the others."You want to prove that you're capable of beating Near!"

Mello finally snapped; the pressure of having to bear the news of L's death and not knowing if he'd even chosen a successor was too much. Having his close friend, the one person who understood and stayed by his side for so long rightfully call him out, was just enough for Mello's emotions to overflow.

He didn't want to let grief make him snap at the person he loved so dearly.

"Okay, and what if I do?!" Near has done nothing but sit, build a shitty puzzle, and say something smart. I've done more than him, and my work is NEVER recognized; it wasn't enough for Whammy, nor Roger, not even FUCKING L."

Matt's eyes widened, and Mello's started to fill with tears.

"You don't get how hard it is for me," the blonde said, turning his head down to face the floor. "I refuse to let that fucker destroy me that easily..."

Hot, angry tears started rolling down Mello's red cheeks as he huffed in frustration. Matt just stared at him, eyes still wide, and his chest contracted from all the air he held in as he listened to Mello get off. The whole thing was so hard on both of them, and Matt finally acknowledged just how much this meant to Mello, and that realization hit close to his heart as soon as the first tear made its appearance.

"Mihael..." Matt approached Mello, who nudged him on the side of his arm as soon as he saw the redhead approach him. 

"Stop." Mello hid his face in between his hands; vague sobs were the only sounds coming from him. "Stop pitying me...”

But before anything else could be said, Matt stormed out of the room as everyone was gathered for dinner, leaving Mello with his heart on his sleeve, holding his tears as he sat on the bottom bed of the bunk they shared. 

-

He sure needed to think.

There was so much Matt thought about for those long 30 minutes he spent in line.

Maybe he and L weren’t as close as Mello and Near were with him, he had forgotten about that until he saw the other kids wailing silently in the cafeteria by the recent news provided recently. Through the crowd, Matt noticed Near in the living room, slouched and solving a puzzle all by himself; the albino’s face suddenly turned towards the redhead, which made him flinch.

“L is dead, Matt.” Near commented, his eyes stuck in Matt. 

“I know.” Matt answered, his head turned down to the carpet. “Mello wants to leave, he refuses to work with you.”

Matt’s words had some poison in them towards the other boy, who didn’t even blink in response, but he turned towards his puzzle instead.

“I hope you’re fucking happy now that you’ve got the title all to yourself.” Matt muttered, leaving Near in the living room by himself to leave to the big hall where the dorms were.

There he was now, walking through the halls of the orphanage  with the rain still going; only this time it was pouring stronger than before. He had actually managed to meditate on the line to get food and now he was determined to head over to their dorm room with two plates of warm lasagna and soft vegetables along with two cups of soda and some of Mello’s favorite chocolate brand. If Mello wanted to leave, then at least Matt would apologize and ask if they could eat together one last time before who-knows-when they meet again.

Matt wished for their last hours together to be nice, fun and grudge free.

The image of L came to his mind as soon as he touched the door knob to their room with his elbow. A shiver went down his spine as he opened the door to find Mello still there, asleep on the bean bag with trails of tear stains in his cheeks. Matt almost started to cry from both relief and grief, but he held it in before nudging Mello with his shoe. The blonde’s eyes fluttered before opening wide and sitting back up in the bean bag; Matt handed him the plate and sat beside him to eat his. As they shared some awkward silence, Mello placed his hand on Matt’s and squeezed it tight.

“I’m still leaving, you know that better than everyone.” Mello said, a teary tone remained in the sound of his husky voice. Matt turned back to Mello and sighed.

“I’ll take you to the bus stop myself.” The redhead replied without thinking, and the blonde’s eyes widened by his answer. “What? I mean it, just– finish eating and we’ll sneak out when everyone’s asleep. If leaving is what you want then so be it.”

Mello didn’t know what to say, he just nodded back at Matt and started to finish his food, munching it carefully as Matt looked with awe. At 10 pm sharp, Matt set an alarm before he and Mello lied down, hugging each other tight. Mello’s hand was caressing Matt’s head gently as they both tried to take a brief nap. 

Mello felt his heart beat faster and his face burn as he felt Matt cling onto him while asleep. This kind of proximity was common between both boys, and they both knew it was due to something else. This kind of scenario only happened when the other needed comfort, but Mello had not once mentioned needing it today. Today's events led his to scream and wail and push everything away-- he was about to run away at 15 all by himself in a couple of hours now!

As soon as he turned down to see Matt snoring soundly on the blonde's chest, Mello's lip quivered with doubts that invaded his head like a pest, making his arms wrap around Matt's sleeping body as his sobs were muffled by the pillows.

He didn't want to leave the only person who stayed by him during all of these years, but he knew bringing him with to catch an immature mass murderer could be the biggest danger he's ever been so far.

So the conclusion that Mello's mind came to, was to wait.

Wait before it was time to go.

Because the blonde knew damn well he didn't want to let go of the redhead and possibly die in this investigation, yet he couldn't bear with asking Matt and risking his life as well...

He loved him too dearly to even think about inviting him.

[amiharana]

doing a replay of botw and I'm at the part where I need to sneak through the yiga hideout, and my sibling starts walking around the house announcing "whump hurt comfort revalink oneshot where link tries to infiltrate the yiga but he really goes through it, so revali comes to rescue him and then they hug" AJDBAJDB but honestly they're so real for that and I would be so down to read that 😭

i left this ask in my inbox for a while because i was turning it over in my head like a rotisserie chicken and even tho ur sibling is on to something i cannot for the life of me figure out what sort of context this would make sense in i'm sawry ✋😭 i was really that meme with the confused blond woman and a bunch of math equations around her head bc like.......

i just have so many questions like is this taking place pre- or post-calamity? that's going to be the huge determiner for the reason why i'd write link infiltrating the yiga clan. for me it would make sense pre-calamity if the yiga stole the thunder helm or were just being shitheads, but then we'd have to figure out why revali got dragged along for the stealth mission (the other champions were already there or were they called? is he scouting? backup? recon?). post-calamity is more difficult to figure a logical reason why because the natural assumption would be the in-game yiga infiltration where link needs to get the thunder helm back OR post-botw champions revived au where maybe the yiga are acting up so the champions gotta go in and beat their asses. the first would be difficult to write because revali is dead at the moment LOL and is also a ghost who can't remain outside his divine beast for longer than a few seconds, and the latter idea i feel requires carefully thought-out pacing, build-up, and plot to execute well 😭 idk like do y'all really expect daruk to be good at a stealth mission in that environment u know his ass is gonna get pushed and he'll be rolling all the way down karusa valley back down into gerudo desert.

idk i'm also interested to see how this idea would play out but i'm picking it apart with my brain rn and my brain is gonna continue doing that for a while i think. we're going to dissect this a little more and let it sit outside in the sun to marinate for a bit before come back to it, unless you'd like to have ur sibling hit my line and tell me more about their fic idea bc i wanna dissect ur sibling's brain on this too

[cassioppenny]

are there any other nightmare insecurity entities haunting any of the characters besides missingno in milesverse..........ALSO. if theres anythnig different from canon abt any of the gym leaders id like to hear it :)

hm well dawn and serena are possessed by giratina and zygarde respectively but that probably doesn't count. i don't have any plans for anyone else being tormented by evil shadow selves rn. maybe i'll think up something as i continue my marathon but rn nightmare insecurity entities are red exclusive sorry

as for gym leaders

surge, koga, sabrina, and blaine are or have been affiliated with team rocket. koga and sabrina aren't really willingly working with them for koga his daughter is being threatened and for sabrina they promised if she works with them that the pokemon tower will not be torn down for a radio tower (her family runs the tower and even though she's scared of ghosts she doesn't want an important burial ground for hundreds of pokemon to get torn down for capitalism). blaine assisted in the creation of mewtwo along with fuji and some unimportant blond guy. and surge is just an asshole (he becomes less of an asshole after red beats him)

blue kept getting in trouble for not using a monotype team while he was a gym leader. he eventually got fired post gsc and green replaced him lmao.

falkner, bugsy, and whitney were brendan's childhood friends before he moved to hoenn

not exactly differing from canon but mv hoenn is basically an orasified emerald so wallace is champion and juan exists

again not really differing from canon but NORMAN ISNT A SHITTY DAD like yeah he sucks ass at communicating with his son but he's not abusive like pokespe norman

anyway brendan's parents didn't know brendan went off on a journey and they don't learn until brendan (and wally) show up at norman's gym since he ran away without telling them

i think it would be funny if fantina had a weird gay thing going on with johanna. send tweet.

i really like the unova gym leaders as is so idk what to change about them except for kurusu obviously. maybe hilbert will challenge all three butlers like ash did in the anime idk.

dude i have no fucking clue with the kalos guys they're really forgettable sadly

mina find the weird kanto simulation thing (let's go) along with the kanto trio so that's why she's in let's go

this is more of a team yell thing than a piers thing but even though team yell started out as a a bunch of spikemouth residents it quickly explodes in members as marnie becomes the most popular gym challenger to the point piers can't control the hype around his sister at all. this gets so bad that rose ends up pitching to marnie to rig all of her future matches to her favor so they could make a ridiculous amount of merch about her so her fans could be happy

i saw a comic about larry coming from the real world but then getting eebied into paldea and i thought it was funny so i might incorporate it into milesverse. though im not sure yet incase the dlc gives us actual larry lore or something who knows

[lettheladylead]

How about Granny De Spell and Rosolio?

Okay so Rosolio isn't really interesting - he's Caraldina's apprentice and he's in love with Magica. Also he's allergic to Ratface.

Granny/Caraldina/???? is much more interesting.

In the 60s, Magica had a grandmother named "Granny De Spell" or Nonna Amelia in Italian (yeah even though Magica's Italian name is Amelia, idk don't worry about it).

She's a retired witch who taught Magica everything she knows - and obv she's from the canon where Magica and Madam Mim hung out all the time. I don't like thinking about humans in Duckverse so I usually ignore this kind of canon BUT it's fine we're just talking about the big picture

Granny Amelia appears in a bunch of comics, none of which ever came to America but a lot of them have official english translations in Australia. I couldn't find them so idk any details about them but these are also the comics that Samson Hex comes from, he's a (teenage?) apprentice of Magica's:

From what I can tell, Granny Amelia doesn't do much in most of her comic appearances. She's mostly just there for commentary or guidance and she's always in this weird canon with Madam Mim.

Now InDucks and some of the Duck wikias have this wrong, but the blonde "Granny De Spell" / Caraldina that we see in the same comics as Rosolio and Minima is a different character.

She's an Italian creation and a lot more fun and dynamic than Granny Amelia up there, plus she fits better into modern duck comics (where there is no Madam Mim lol). Her comics were mostly from the 90s, though I think she's made a few appearances in the 2000s. Not a lot.

As with Minima, she's cursed (thanks to Magica) and trapped in a magical dimension for 77 days at a time, and is only able to escape for 33 hours each time. She doesn't seem particularly bothered by it, but she guilts Magica about it everytime she sees her.

More recently I assume they dropped the curse concept (or it was lifted) and she just appears whenever she wants. In her most recent appearance, Magica came to stay with her for a bit because of some trial with seven other volcano-themed witches (this comic looks great and I definitely want to scanlate it sometime but of course it's super long lol)

Anyway so these are Magica's two grandmothers. I like to think Amelia De Spell is probably Magica's mother's mother ('cause of being so magically powerful), and Caraldina (who I don't think has ever been referred to in canon as a 'De Spell' and though she's magic, she's not as notable as Amelia)* is Magica's father's mother.

Why is Magica a De Spell, then, you may ask? Well it only makes sense that in witch marriages, men take the women's last names. Especially a name like De Spell, with a history of powerful witches...you don't give up a name like that for marriage.

And we saw in Origins of a Witch that Magica's father was just a normie while her mom was a powerful witch, so I think him taking her last name is sensible.

*I haven't been able to read all of her comics, but the ones I have just call her Granny or Caraldina afaik.

Anyway Magica's grandma history is complicated. The author who created Caraldina specifically said Caraldina is not Amelia, but they're still listed as the same character in a lot of places. But they have literally nothing in common physically or personality-wise, so idk what's up with that.

We could also just consider that they are both Magica's Granny De Spells, from different timelines or canons or whatever. Especially since Granny Amelia is from a canon that doesn't really exist anymore, she's very easy to ignore. But that'd be mean so I'll keep her it's fine.

[boqvistsbabe]

Ok so fun gossip I heard

- 2 of the hockey boys had been secretly (nothing is actually a secret to me) dating for like 2 years but one is a science god who weightlifts competitively and plays 2/3 other sports very well and the other dropped out to smoke weed so they don't talk anymore and that is almost definitely the stoners fault and the nice really smart one is now stuck with a bunch of assholes because that was his only friend and he doesn't know that the queer femmes would adopt him to carry our bags

- there's a really popular girl who reads like Harry potter and colleen hoover (this is irrelevant I just like slander) exclusively who wants to be a radical politician but has never read any theory and don't follow politics

- the self appointed queen bee who cheated on her decent blonde bf by hooking up with her ex bffs abusive ex and then she left him for blondie and now has an on and off throuple with blondie and his besties, both of them are proclaimed straight and all of the are friends with shithead

- same queen bee and blondie, she posted on her til tok her rice purity score and it said that she had never come during sex, they were together for like 5 years and she has caught him watching porn while they fuck

- the annoying ass conservative dude who is like 6'6 and is the bad bitch lesbians man servant (he says friend but idk) started a fight with a known tiny 14 year old gang member and when a knife got pulled his mom, who works at the school, called the cops, same day a kid got stabbed in the head with a pencil during math but that was unrelated

- the grade 11 gymrat that my friends and I are fairy gay parenting into leftism at the start of the year believed that drug dealers deserve the death sentence (we are canadian???) and his ex gf's brother is in prison for petty drug crimes and his new gf is a scary bisexual weed dealer but I influenced him to be way better and they are a power couple

- all of the boys bathrooms are missing the soap dispenser and the mirrors, sinks and toilet seats are regularly stolen also once a custodian quit after having just walked into the main one

- we had a 3 hour secure school because a girl punched the librarian and the librarian passed out and then the girl hid somewhere in the school

- at a beach party during the summer my favourite random school person (you know what I mean, right?) was super drunk and shot a firework at the police, put his Crocs in sport mode and then ran away, successfully as well

- same dude had a job at an arcade and would break in during the night to just vibe with the lasers and run around drinking and smoking I guess, he also once hid from the cops in a tree, he postef all of this on his snap

I can't think of other big ones but this should do for now

Omg it’s been forever and a day since you sent this but I’m still gonna react to this lol

- okay first of all what a story second of all I feel bad for the one guy 😢

- okay but like that checks out based on the books soooo

- wild absolutely wild. First of all cheating is so bad but somehow who she cheated with made it even worse? Also throuple?!

- NOTHING IN FIVE YEARS?! WHAT IS BRO DOING WRONG (obvi everything but like omg) also while they fuck? 🫢

- man servant I love 💀💀 also hang member? ! And a pencil stabbing? That’s a lot on one day

- death sentence?! Omg?! Literally what? Also ur so slay for that tho

- it’s giving devious licks 💀😭 also that’s so real

- why did she punch the librarian 😭 like what

- (ik what u mean, i love my random people) AT?! Also putting the crocs in sport mode then running is such a funny picture

- this guy sounds like such a vibe tbh

[faye-writes-stuff]

For @cant-see-sam ty bestie

Damn coffee machine

AU: coffee shop

Request: yes

Character: Tommy :]

Fic type: drabble-oneshot kinda thing

Tw: none? I think, other than swearing lol, oh and a minor burn

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Ah yes, your ideal morning, getting yelled at by a bunch of Karens. As you were making this lady’s Frappuccino, the coffee machine broke. Again. Your life was the worst.

“Damn it” You muttered under your breath, first a bunch of horrible Karens in a biking group called ‘Baking Bikers’, and now you have to deal with a broken coffee machine. And of course, your coworker/best friend is late. Again. Speaking of, where the hell is he?

“IM HERE, IM HERE, IM SORRY IM LATE. MY PC BROKE LAST NIGHT AND I WENT TO GET PARTS TO FIX IT THIS MORNING.’’ Ah, speak of the devil and they shall appear. “Tommy, how nice of you to join us.” You muttered, still trying to get the damn coffee machine working. “Yeah, yeah, I know I’m sorry dickhead.” The blonde boy replied back, almost instantly. “Just start making drinks, I’ll be at the register once I fix this thing.”

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After burning your hand twice, you managed to fix the dang thing. Luckily your manager Sam, was able to take over the register while you used the first aid box for your burns. “Ah- fuck that hurts” you muttered, bandaging it after putting some ointment on it. “What hurts?” A loud booming voice, coming from your left said. You yelped at the loud noise, “AHH JESUS TOMMY. I didn’t hear you enter the break room???’’ “Well that’s just cause I’m stealthy, like a spy.” The taller boy replied, smirking. “Shut the hel up nerd.” You said, quickly jumping into your friendly banter.

“Damn. It’s been 20 minutes, Sam is gonna yell at us LMAO” The blonde boy quipped. “Did you just say ‘lmao’ out loud?” You asked. “Yes, do you have a problem with it short bitch?” You sighed, knowing you wouldn’t win this fight and walked out of the break room.

“Hey kiddos, how’s your hand y/n?”

“Oh, it’s fine Sam. Still hurts a bit but I’ll be ok.”

“Hmm, I think you should take the rest of the day off, you too Tommy”

“Hell yeah!”

“Are you sure? Hannah and Ant don’t get here for another half hour?”

“Oh, I’ll be fine. You two go have fun, and y/n make sure your careful with your hand”

“I will, thanks Sam!”

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You and Tommy rode the bus home, neither of you talking, just enjoying the silent hum of the bus. Tommy decided you should hang out at his house and watch a movie.

You two got off the bus and walked a block back to his house, once you got there his mum let you in. After saying hello to her, you and Tommy went up to his room to chill. “What movie should we watch?” He asked. “You know what I’m gonna say Tom” you chuckled, “ughhhh again? We’ve seen it 400000 times” Tommy whined. “Pleaaassseee?” You begged. “Fine, but only if we can watch all the movies.” He grumbled. “Yay! Sleepover it is!”

You two platonically cuddled while watching your favorite movies and eating popcorn. Around 11pm you started to doze off, and before you fell asleep, you heard Tommy mumble, “good night n/n”

Maybe life wasn’t as bad as you thought, maybe it would get better. But all you knew was that your Blonde best friend would be by your side the whole way.

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A/n: ok it was kinda crap at the end, but I was running out of motivation, and it’s the middle of the night when im writing this. I’m tired, so uh, Goodnight/morning/afternoon/evening to anyone who reads this.

A/n 2: idk if this is accurate lmao, I don’t have a job so uh yeah

[eroticcannibal]

ah yes, when my seventh grade social studies teacher told me in front of the whole class that i was the only one who'd done the assignment right, and i could either get 100% and have everyone else in the class get 0s, or i could "share" my points and everyone could get a failing grade that was above a zero. well, i was on the verge of a panic attack, but i managed to get her to say that a few other kids who had also participated in the assignment would also be privy to this deal (i feel kinda guilty about pinning that on them too, but it seemed like the right course of action to 13yo me). anyway we were all panicking and several of us were tearing up. and in the end, (thank god), she didn't fail anyone, informing the class that this whole situation was just to teach us about why socialism was wrong.

in a seventh grade, public school, social studies class.

that's not what socialism is, it's super inappropriate to push that on kids, and putting us in that kind of distress was like. super not okay. also that same teacher once made us all sit down pressed together on the carpet so we would "know how the slaves felt when they were being shipped to america." (for context, she was white.)

Oh god not this kind of shit. This is not how u teach social studies, this is how u mess some kids up! Generating these kinds of highly emotional reactions is how u end up with ppl who base their politics on how scared they are rather than facts. Thats how ppl get sucked into facism and qanon kind of shit.

And that second example has reminded me of like. Among the worst lessons I had. Now we were studying ww2. And I will say where I grew up, my specific city, there hasn't been a Jewish community for... idk close to 500 years maybe? Idk thats a guess but its a long time. Anyway.

My teacher thought it would be a good idea to have a bunch of 10-11 year olds identify which members of the class would be most victimised by nazis. Bit hard with no Jews in the class. But thats fine because Jewish people were not mentioned! Neither were romani people. Or any other actually targeted groups.

No, instead we were told how everyone in the class with brown hair and brown eyes would be killed! And I got fucking singled out and told by the teacher that I would have the worse fate, being the only blond hair blue eyed kid in the class. I would be shipped off to a breeding camp and be gang raped. I was 11.

Yeah anyway sorry about dumping all this on ur ask it just all came back to me and holy shit. Uh.