#You gotta believe in yourself fam you got to

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

I don't know who needs to hear this, but you should make an OC.

You should make an OC. Specifically a Spider-Sona. Like now. Preferably yesterday. [A MEDIUM-LONG essay about OC's, fanfiction, and how to enrich and better your writing skills in literally every sector. Throughout this essay I reference my two characters Disco-Spider and Inca-Spider as examples of the way OCs can be used.]

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"But no one cares about OCs -"

OKKAYYYY??

IDK about ya'll but fandom is NOT my final destination no siree

I feel like a lot of the time we get so caught up in posting and notes we forget that for many artists and writers on this platform - fanfiction is not the true end goal.

Many of us write and draw fanart for years -

But the fact of the matter is if you want to be an author someday, if you want to be a graphic novelist, an animator, etc, etc - You're going to HAVE to make OCs.

If you want to study English in college or publish books - you're gonna have to write an OC at least once. If not hundreds of times.

If you want to study art - chances are at some point you're gonna have to fill a portfolio with original pieces, including some of OCs.

If you want to do something with your writing, if you want to get better - or make a career out of your art, you HAVE to make OCs at some point.

And this is especially true for fanfiction writers.

You can get very very very good at writing in your specific fandoms, you may have the emotions of the characters on point, and the ability to describe the scenery.

But if you don't know how to create and design a character - if you don't know how to worldbuild, or come up with scenarios without the help of characterai and ChatGPT - you won't be able to write a book.

If you're an artist and you don't know how to draw an original character from scratch, how to match colors, how to draw certain skin tones, certain hair, wheelchairs and mobility aids, how to design a character from looks, to clothing - it's going to be so hard to expand your art outside of fanart. You'll always be beholden to the notes and popularity of your particular fandom.

Do it - even if you've never written or never draw before. Even better.

That's why I CHAMPION Spider-sonas so much. They're basically OCs on easy mode.

Can't write backgrounds yet? Here's a bucket on canon events to pick from? Can't draw faces? Blank mask with eyes.

Hell, if you're really really new about it - just pick a character and make a slightly different variant. Make a Hobie of your own, make a Peter variant. Make a Mary Jane variant. Pick a something you like and turn that into a character.

Can't write? Just fill-in the 'My name is [blank], I was bitten by a [blank]' script that Miles does. Can't draw, just draw out a basic shape of a body and color-out the suit, no fancy pose needed. That still counts!!

Make a self-insert. Make yourself fit into the story, design your suit, write out how you fight crime, how you'd act at the Society, meeting Miguel or Miles.

That's still character design, that's still worldbuilding.

We always hear people say 'Make art for yourself' and yeah that sounds nice - but people also misinterpret it.

Make art for yourself doesn't just mean making art that you personally like.

Making art for yourself also means making art that develops your skills even if no one gives a fuck. It's about making art as practice without the intention of it being 'completed', making OCs that never get used, drawing locations you see or writing a random ass short story then shoving it into your Google Drive forever.

Making art for yourself means making art that invests in yourself.

It means making art that interests you, challenges you, or helps you develop.

And making OC's helps develop your fanfic writing skills.

In may fandoms we begin to fall into these routine 'tropes' between characters and their personalities. This is usually known as the 'fanon' characterization.

Because when you have a set amount of characters and people, there's also a set amount of interactions and relationships between those people.

Writing OCs and having those OCs interact with canon characters allows you to dig deeper into sides of the canon characters we'd never otherwise see.

That's why I wrote Disco-Spider Diane like I do. Often, we see Hobie characterized as the chaotic, rowdy, confident type - which is perfect characterization for him. But in almost all of his interactions - he's the wilder, bolder, extroverted one. I wanted to put him in a situation where for once, he was the calmer one. I wanted to explore more grounded and chill sides of Hobie, one where he's the one grounding the other, and thinking logically - because in canon, we're hinted at a side of Hobie who's way more methodical and slow-paced and willing to stop and wait it out and play it off. And I wanted to see that. I wanted to explore what he'd do if he was faced with someone just as chaotic, who put on a cheeky ironic act - just the same as him.

Because no other characters serve that purpose in canon.

If there are elements of a character or concept you think are interesting but outright ignored by canon and fanon, you can create an OC to explore those parts.

For Disco-Spider: I wanted to explore how someone like a militant Black Panther would handle being Spider-woman, when Spider-people are usually shown as pacifists - what that would look like or how it'd shape her morals based on era, etc. For Inca-Spider: I realized there were so many culture based Spider people like Pavitr and Spider-UK. But none for indigenous communities, and NONE from countries that only existed in other universes. So, I created an indigenous character from Tawanti - a country that's located where Peru would be for us.

You can give a canon character a sibling, to explore how they'd interact with family. Give them a partner that acts totally different than their canon partner, write how that'd change the way they show love.

OC's make your original writing better, AND your fanfiction writing too. They can help you understand canon characters on a deeper level.

And sure, nobody likes your OC. NOW.

But every single character you write about, is someones OC. Every character you write about was once treated that way. Once upon a time, Dean Winchester was just some rando character in the pilot script of a show that hadn't picked up yet. Probably no one gave a fuck until CW picked it up.

The writers had to not only make him and develop him - they had to BELIEVE in him enough to pitch him to a TV show channel to make people care.

That's always the first step. Believing your character's story is worthy enough of being told and presenting it as such.

ESPECIALLY if your OC represents a demographic you don't see represented. Cause yes if there isn't any black women in canon then I'll Thanos this shit and do it myself.

Make OCs.

Write them. Draw them. Even if it's bad. Who the hell cares. Big Mouth is on Netflix with multiple seasons, have you seen that show?? 'Ugly' art is not a crime.

Make piccrews, fill out OCforms or take quiz's as them. Write little blurbs of them hanging with canon characters then post it in the tag.

You don't need a huge Spidersona sheet or a long long fic explaining their backstory. They can just be there.

MAKE OCs.

Make them to explore more in your fanfiction, make them so future you can write that novel or draw or that comic or sell those prints or whatever it is you plan to do.

Make it so your fanfiction AND original writing can grow stronger. It isn't just about notes and content and follows.

Make an OC. Make a Spidersona. Literally you have nothing to lose but your chains.

"Nobody cares-"

Oh they'll care when you pop out with that 6-book publishing deal. They'll care when you're designing big characters for movies. Cause that's how it happens. Watch.

ANYWAYSSSS if you made it this far I hope this inspired you to at least play around with the idea of OCs and Spidersonas in general.

Here's Hobie.

BYE.

If you want to make a sona and are kinda lost on where to start, lemme know!! Because I think they're amazing starting places for those who have never written or drawn before. Or if you have a sona but want to develop them further.

I haven't seen a guide to spidersonas and i wonder if that's something some people might want/need.

Seriously if I can even get one person into writing or drawing I'll be over the goddamn moon.

MAKE OCS PLEASE.

#I wanted to write a little post of positivity and it became a boatload #You gotta believe in yourself fam you got to #spiderman #atsv #spider man #marvel #spidersona #spidersonas #fanfic writing #fanfic #fanfiction #fanart #ocs #oc art #fic writing #writing advice #writing #art #fan art #oc x canon #f/o #self insert

[turtlecleric]

waddles into your inbox and does the Nicholas Cage steepling hand meme

Ok friend, I gotta bone to pick with you. Respectfully of course.

Now I ain't much of an 18+ reader, not really my gig ya know. I ain't too comfortable with it, so you're probably asking then why are you reading it?

Well friend, let me tell you. Because it makes me think. Your stories specifically. Many a times I've had to put my phone down and I've been caught by my roommates with the most intense look on my face.

My friend once said that something is considered art if it makes you feel something, anything, whether good or bad. And let me tell ya Miss Cleric, you've certainly got me feeling somethings.

You certainly have a gift with words as well as speed (like dang sis how you write so fast so much?!) and you use them most expertly, and to that I tip my hat at you.

I hope that you take care of yourself and remember that you are valued and appreciated just as you are ok honey? You don't have to do anything to work or earn love. You are worth loving and experiencing simply by existing mkay? 🧡🙌🏼

Also, if and only if you're feeling up for it just because I need some closure, can we get a part 2 of the recent Rise Raph snippet? I really wanna see how Raph responds when he finds out what happens and how it goes down when Y/N gets out of surgery. Like I would love to see the recovery trauma of having to talk to someone close to you, even when it wasn't necessarily their fault

Or I’d love to see your twist on using hypnotism, but if and only if you’re feeling up to it. If not and if this is too forward then I totally understand.

Just make sure to take care of yourself ok? 🧡

Oh my goodness gracious y'all are really spoiling me with these sweet messages!! I'm so so so glad people are enjoying what I'm putting out there!! Thank you for reading and for being so kind 😭 I'm endlessly flattered that people think my writing is good. And the fact that I can make you think, make you feel things... man. That's like. The dream. To do that with my writing. So hearing that I'm succeeding - that makes me really, really happy. Thank you smmmm 🥰

I don't feel like I write very much or very fast tbh 😅 took me about a week to write I Know Now, for example, which wasn't even a full 3K. But uh. Being obsessed with the turtles and getting ideas that I really like does help a lot I won't lie lol

I'm trying my best to take care of myself! Not always succeeding but trying at least! You're so sweet 🥺🥺🥺 thank you. And this is true for you as well!! We're all worthy of love 💕 even when it doesn't feel like it. (Pounding this into my own head)

Ahhh Raphie boy. I really put him and reader through it. I would like to maybe write a second part, but if I do, it won't be for a while. It's such a hard topic, and it took me hours upon hours to write part one. It is on my mind though, to write a part two. When I get the time, energy, motivation, etc. And oh my GOD. Hypnotism........... Donnie recording Hypno's power and figuring out how to tweak that and use it in the bedroom... or even some kind of dead dove fic involving hypnotism... oh I would love to tackle that... [stares at my current pile of WIPs and winces] at some point...

Side bar- When did I become the type of person who has multiple WIPs??? I can't believe this. [Points at turtle fam] This is all YOUR fault!! /j /lh

I will try to take care of myself!! I hope you do the same!! Thank you again for the sweet ask. I will definitely be thinking about a part two for Raph. If you want, you can subscribe to that fic on my ao3 so that you're notified if I post a part 2! (Same username - I just made it this weekend! Haven't finished putting everything up yet, but What Did I Do? is already there!)

Anyway!! Thanks again!! 😊💕 I hope you're having a good night!!

#asks #ngl I've thought about hypnotism before. now that I know at least one other person is interested in it............ hmmmmmmmm

[leclerced]

do you ever feel like you just know you’re falling behind? like you know your friends are gonna achieve great and amazing things and you’re always gonna be two steps behind them, or you’re never gonna be better than them. because i’m sick and tired of being second best and always being compared especially to my friend who’s younger than me. being younger than me makes it feel all the worse

yeah. you just gotta remember that life is different for everyone, the best moment of someone else’s life is happening when you’re having your worst and vice versa. your friends are having moments that you’re missing out on right now, but you’ll experience them eventually.

and the people who compare you to others and make you feel less than, don’t deserve your time or energy. you know your friends will achieve great things because you believe in them and you have unwavering confidence that they’re going places in life. you need to have that confidence in yourself!!

i skipped college n went straight to working n my fam neverrr lets me forget it nd im like … so are you paying for it orr?? cause i cant afford that shit. meanwhile all of my friends graduated n went to school. i get sad ab it sometimes bc thats what i always wanted and it wasn’t really possible for me but thats not smth i can change. im ok w my life, i really do like my job. it’s cool, and i sometimes make merch for celebs humble brag. if you had asked me five years ago, what i thought i’d be doing today, i’d say i would be in my senior year of college getting ready to graduate, but clearly that didn’t happen. and i want to go eventually but its not in the cards rn. im not gonna stress ab things that are out of my control tbh and i know thats hard not to do but you honestly just have to remind yourself that you just lead different lives.

you got dealt a different hand than your friend, just means you have to learn to play the cards you have, y’know? enjoy the good parts of your life and don’t compare it to other’s because no matter who you are, you can always find someone who has a ‘better life’ than you do

#ask #anon #also i grew up in a small town and know everyone there since they were babies!! #and im watching those babies i held when they were born get their college acceptance letters #like im very proud of them but also part of me is envious of them that they’re doing what i wanted and couldn’t #but oneee day ill get a geology degree or whatever its rly not a rush life is long #sorry for rambling

[reine-du-sourire]

Yo yo, what's up fam? It's ya boy, Victor Frankenstein, live and direct from my lab, where I'm about to flex my mad skills and show you how I'm about to create life, all on my own!

First things first, let me give you a quick tour of my setup. Got my Bunsen burner lit up, got my test tubes poppin', got my electrodes sparking, and you know I gotta have my beats bumpin' in the background, cuz I gotta get in that zone, ya dig?

Now, let's talk about the real reason why we're here. I'm about to unleash my latest creation, and trust me when I say, this ain't no basic B. This creature is gonna be next-level lit, and I'm the one who's gonna bring it to life, all thanks to my mad scientist skills.

I'm talking about using some serious biotech swag to piece together body parts and organs, and then using some dope-a** lightning bolts to shock it all to life, ya feel me? This creature is gonna be the baddest dude on the block, and he's gonna be straight-up grateful to me for giving him this gift of life.

So if you're ready to witness some major-league sorcery, then keep it locked on this livestream, cuz I'm about to drop some serious heat. And when this creature is finally up and running, you better believe he's gonna be hella lit, all thanks to yours truly, the one and only Victor Frankenstein, in the building!

Yo, hold up, hold up. Looks like my boy Henry just stepped into the lab, and he's looking kinda stressed out. What's good, my dude?

"Victor, what the hell are you doing? You've been in here for days, subsisting solely on ramen noodles and caffeine. That's not healthy, man. You need to take a break and eat something real."

Yo, chill, Henry. I'm just trying to get this creature up and running, you feel me? I can't afford to take a break right now.

"But you can afford to give yourself a heart attack? Come on, Victor, you're better than this. You need to take care of yourself if you want to create something amazing. And besides, your breath smells like garlic and soy sauce."

Okay, okay, I hear you. Maybe I have been neglecting my health a little bit. But you gotta admit, this ramen is fire, right?

"Yeah, I'll admit that. But it's not exactly a balanced meal. Look, I'll order us some real food. We can take a break, eat some veggies, and then get back to work, okay?"

Aight, fine. You win, Henry. But only if you get us some sushi. And make sure it's the good stuff, none of that supermarket crap.

"Deal. Now let's go before you collapse from malnutrition."

Haha, you got jokes, Henry. Alright, let's bounce. But don't worry, I'll be back soon, and this creature is gonna be straight-up legendary, you hear me?

...

What's up, people? This is Henry, coming at you live from Victor's lab. As you can see, my boy Victor is knocked out cold face-first in his sushi, probably from sheer exhaustion.

I tried to get him to go to sleep earlier, but he was too stubborn for his own good. So I decided to take matters into my own hands and end this livestream for him. The last thing he needs right now is to be broadcasting his sleep-deprived ramblings to the world.

But don't worry, folks. Victor will be back soon, and he'll be fully rested and ready to show off his latest creation. And trust me, it's gonna be something special.

Until then, take care of yourselves, and remember to get enough sleep. It's important for both your physical and mental well-being. This is Henry Clerval, signing off.

#victor frankenstein #henry clerval #frankenstein #livestream #gen z slang

[wangshu]

YOU KNOW I HAVE TO DO IT MAN. you know what i want... i um um methinks . all of them if you woulf be so kind 😁

CRIES AND GOES INSANE!!! i should not have expected anything else cyno beloved. IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG.

Height  -  five five or five six!

Virgin?  -  no i am the bang master

Shoe size  -  i have no idea

Do you smoke?  -  no and i honestly think people who do are cringe

Do you drink?  -  have drank but im not a fan of it, so no and i don't plan to. not a grand experience.

Do you take drugs?  -  aside from prescription medication, no.

Age you get mistaken for  -  early 20's

Have tattoos?  -  no!

Want any tattoos?  -  yes i definitely plan to get some. i want a genshin themed tat as cringe as it is.

Got any piercings?  -  no!

Want any piercings?  -  yes! i almost got my ears pieced but i chickened out. one day maybe.

Best friend?  -  tumblr user onemillionvolts aka CYNO!!

Relationship status  -  taken by my lovely lovely girlfriend starlynx!

Biggest turn ons  -  oh god uh. definitely. my girlfriend. my girlfriend. and my girlfriend.

Biggest turn offs  -  ducklips iykyk but also over confidence. people who believe they are higher beings (queen, angel, god, etc) when they are just some guy make me and everyone they know uncomfortable. especially religious terms or pronouns on yourself is something i find extremely disrespectful. i could write an essay on that topic.

Favorite movie  -  zombieland

I’ll love you if  -  you're funny and look exactly like a certain general mahamatra and and and

Someone you miss  -  my girlfriend

Most traumatic experience  -  almost had cancer. almost drowned to death. lost my best friend because he chose weed over me. got my trust betrayed by someone i thought had changed and now they're impersonating someone close to me and someone important to my best friend.

A fact about your personality  -  i have multiple. but uh, im very emotional and also deadpan there is no in-between it is horrible.

What I hate most about myself - oh god, im a suck up and a people pleaser.

What I love most about myself ‐ i can write okay and im good at listening to problems and giving advice if they want or need it. i'm also pretty okay at problem solving.

What I want to be when I get older ‐ a musician honestly, but my fingers lock up and it's hard to play what im passionate about.

My relationship with my sibling(s) ‐ neutral, i don't talk to them.

My relationship with my parent(s) - i like my mom but she's a little overbearing, my dad is.. something else. /neg

My idea of a perfect date - anything at night and not too high energy, unless it's like roller skating then im so down. i love calm environments and just getting to talk and get to know each other, im a sucker for psychological conversations too.

My biggest pet peeves - liars and cheaters and people who say they'll change and never do. waste of everyone's time.

A description of the girl/boy I like - my girlfriend

A description of the person I dislike the most - tumblr user s *gets shot* no but actually, probably my ex, man looks like shane dawson now and he's got the personality to match.

A reason I’ve lied to a friend - ive lied to someone so they stopped asking me out. they still won't stop. don't know what i gotta do to make them stop but oh well.

What I hate the most about work/school - bad education system + im autistic and i can't handle those environments. school was very, very neglectful.

What your last text message says - not copypasting but i asked my girlfriend if she wanted to play mario kart when she got home. ps im great at mario kart.

What words upset me the most - i don't really like being called fam. is that something? oh well.

What words make me feel the best about myself - any positive words of affirmation.

What I find attractive in women - being my girlfriend

What I find attractive in men - being my girlfriend

Where I would like to live ‐ somewhere cold and away from people, i love the country.

One of my insecurities - i have a lazy eye but im getting surgery for it very soon, so i guess.. my chest? and my permanent baby face.

My childhood career choice - taxidermist

My favorite ice cream flavor - black raspberry!!! tastes the absolute best.

Who wish I could be - something better.

Where I want to be right now - somewhere cold and comfy, or at my girlfriends

The last thing I ate - burger king original chicken sandwich yum

Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately ‐ my girlfriend

A random fact about anything - boreal forests have six seasons instead of four.

#‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ╭ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ sadie answers ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ╮ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ #‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ╭ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ mutuals beloved ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ╮ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ #‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ╭ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ neon beloved ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ╮ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

[tsuki-sennin]

C'mon! Ra-Ra-Rabbit! C'mon! Ra-Ra-Rabbit! C'mon! Ra-Ra-Rabbit!

Buddy Up! Laughing, Crying, Analyzing, Ending! Kamen Rider! Revi! Vice! Revice Final Episode!

The end is nigh for Kamen Rider Revice! And I'd like to take this time to say "thank you". Seriously, I hope that my liveblogging, as scattered, unfocused, and disjointed as it may have been, helped liven up your day, even a little bit. This is all for fun, obviously, but Kamen Rider Revice has been there for me all throughout this year, and as flawed as it might be, writing about it has been both very fun and a great anchor to keep myself grounded; and knowing that even a few people were interested in what I had to say about this show is honestly incredibly humbling.

If you happen to be interested in creative content from me, please check out @tsuki-sennin-creations, my personal creative blog that I got started a few weeks ago. There's not much there yet and it's hardly, but I've got plenty of projects in the works that I hope you'll be interested. Some of them Kamen Rider related, some of them not, but I hope they'll be of interest to you.

Alright, I've put it off long enough! Say it with me now... Spoilers, I guess~!

-Ah right, Ikki's about to forget about Vice.

-...and again, I sure hope that the chaos Vice caused was staged because if not, Ikki's reputation might go down the drain.

-AND SAKURA'S STILL HOLDING THE KETCHUP BOTTLE GIRL WYD

-Ooooooh, Cross Counter Kick!

-"It wasn't make believe" :(

-LOVE-CHAN

-FUCK

-It's okay Lovekov. We all done fucked up.

-:(

-NO DON'T LIVEDEVIL ME

-ARE WE STILL FIGHTING

-Refreshing. Like a long hot bath after a cold day.

-Going all out for Round 2!

-Ohhh, that brief glimpse of them untransformed was super cool.

-Awwww... bath time.

-New song, huh?

-Going back into Ikki by means of terminating the contract.

-Man...

-What a real nasty demon.

-Bon-kun :)

-Everybody's here :)

-This feels like less of an all-out brawl and more of one last day of playtime before a friend moves away. ...it's actually kinda moving in a weird way.

-"Kick his ass, Vice!" Love-chan craves blood.

-Gotta let go of some things eventually, huh?

-Awwww, Genome changing :)

-Ooooooh, fightin' dirty with Remixes, huh?

-OH GODDAMMIT

-You bastards had to sneak it in there, huh? Motherfuckers! Was that the plan all along!? To lure me into a false sense of security and crop-dust me?

-Man...

-We're truly going through them all, huh?

-Oh hey, Ptera Remix.

-We didn't even get to the midseason forms :(

-Man...

-Not goodbye.

-I am you... you are me...

-"I'm gonna remember you... whatever it takes..." :(

-Sayonara... Vice... :(

-Man...

-The fam :)

-There they be.

-Man...

-Been a few months, huh?

-Vice Duck?

-"Revolting?!"

-Blue Bird! With Dai-chan!

-Awww :)

-Trying all over again.

-Hana-chan... Tamaki-san... Even Hiromicchi!

-Kagerou :)

-We deed it.

-Smile :)

-Awwwww, Lovechan :)

-Hello, Hikaru-kun!

-You seem like you're doing pretty good for yourself.

-Gotta study.

-Dr. Sakura Igarashi.

-Muteki da!

-Ahhhh, Mama!

-"Haaaaaaaaaaaaa, get fuuuuuuuucked!"

-Makoto Hatsushiba, stuck in jail.

-"So, want some 'help', huh George?"

-Let's go, George.

-He took his cool rock back :)

-Ayyyyyy, Ikki doin' soccer again!

-Oh hey, it's Kimura.

-Epic.

-That's what every Kamen Rider longs for, huh? No longer being needed, but able to live a normal and happy life with friends and family even beyond the reach of those hardships.

-Oh, who dat?

-Kazuyoshi Miura, currently the oldest known professional soccer player in the world at the age of 55.

-That's pretty neat, actually.

-Wanna go pro, huh Ikki?

-:)

-We're boiling up!

-Still the same old Ikki, huh buddy?

-Ohhhh, he Vice talkin'!

-That was pretty good, Maeda.

-Nearly a whole year has gone by since I started liveblogging Revice.

-Now we need only wait a week or so before we start with Geats.

-Hip hip hooray

-Oh? What that?

-"Mine."

-Oh, there he is! Esu Ukiyo.

-"This random treasure chest outside your family's bathhouse is a Gamer Zone, you little scrublord."

-Ah, so we're not getting a last episode Vistamp.

-"See you soon. >:)"

-...rather refreshing, actually.

-How would I rank the Reiwa era shows so far?

-Hmmm... well, Zero-One was consistently great aside from some stumbles in the middle and near the end that left me only wanting more for certain characters, Saber started on the wrong foot but improved drastically with themes I personally really got behind, then

-Well then… now that Kamen Rider Revice is over, I think I'm gonna spend the day unwinding, pondering... maybe I'll get around to the next episode of Delicious Party Precure today if I'm feeling up to it.

#revice #kr revice #kamen rider revice #revive the vice: imprinted like stamps and fossils #revice spoilers #kamen rider

[koaleebrock]

Yo, fam! Koalee Brock here, coming at you with something straight out of a dream. 🎤🌟I just dropped a new Hip Hop track, "Choose One," and I gotta tell you, it's a whole vibe! But what's got me all kinds of excited today is the visual masterpiece that goes along with it. You can check it out here: [Click here]. So, picture this: Yours truly, Koalee Brock, chillin' in a painting of himself, surrounded by the lushest, most enchanting forest you've ever laid eyes on. It's like something out of a fairy tale! 🌳🌲🎨This ain't your run-of-the-mill music video; it's a piece of art, literally! I'm housed in an art gallery, and visitors can't help but be drawn to the sheer brilliance of this mind-blowing installation. It's a fusion of music, nature, and visual art that'll have you questioning reality. 🎶🎨🌿"Choose one" is all about the game of truth or dare, and this visual takes it to a whole new level. It's a journey into the unknown, a dare to explore the depths of your own desires, and a truth that's as real as the paint on the canvas. 🎨✨You gotta see it to believe it, my friends. It's not just a song; it's an experience. So click that link, immerse yourself in the world of "choose one," and let your imagination run wild. Trust me, you won't regret it. This is Koalee Brock, signing off, and reminding you to choose wisely! 🌠🎤✌ #ChooseOne #KoaleeBrockVibes #ArtMeetsMusic #KoaleeBrock  Let the music speak, & the rhythm choose you!...

[pucukmerah]

I gotta write some stuffs (scenarios) for my own archive

wanna say ocs but theyre actually just characters I came up to in order to fit/being actor for the scene (I only have few 'proper' oc stories, maybe 3 or 5)

should've work on my proposal proposal proposal anyway

Throwback to the one post about train invitation, I imagine it in sci-fi environment with a little supernatural kinda thing genre. The concept was/is that the protag got into a train full of sus attendees, with level-headed personality and yeah going thru the common storyline-there're cases ahead. But the main thing is I just wanted to tell that protag might will come up forming a duo with deranged berserker.

Onto another scenario with different setting, it's that for I wanted a good-good brother siblinghood, I started to imagine a story where -> the little brother is talented, -> the older brother is quite being shunned in family, the lil bro is able to read the minds of the older bro (whilst there're other siblings in the fam). So then, influenced with so much stories I read abt fam sibs killing e/o, they too had to go thru it, but the older bro is nevertheless a sorta kindhearted towards the lil one. They ended up not doing so 👍 though the main scene I imagined is when the young older one cried over how much he doesnt want to do that kill e/o thing and the lil just went off to hug him.

Another one, is a "oh noes I got framed as the culprit....even more with the deceiving evidence directed towards me, I didn't do it though, but will anyone even believe me :( too bad." with "care for yourself for a bit wouldn't you, also we've still got team assignment don't you dare flee." duo. The pasrah one has a pretty good combat-ish and hmm quick witted? probably.... the other one can be a coward at times but often able to get a hold of himself and actually p good in solving (cases) (think abt Leo from kekkai sensen, eh a fragment of it).

Other one is a very rough concept of a taxi driver that oftentimes serving ppl who are involved within cases and is fed up with it, might will mix it with another thought of character that is very often gets injured cause (supernatural event that) enables him to (conscious or unconsciously) transferred other ppl' incidents/injury.

why am I struggling in writing academic literatures while I go like paragraphs with fiction stuffs.

#ramble random story

[sweatnation92]

Crush Your Workouts and Unleash Your Inner Beast

Introduction: Hey there, fitness warriors! Ready to take your workouts to the next level and unleash your inner beast? Well, you're in for a wild ride because we're about to dive into the mind of Tony Gentilcore, the fitness guru known for his unique blend of knowledge, humor, and pure badassery. Get ready to crush your workouts, have a laugh or two, and unlock your full potential. Let's do this!

Step 1: Warm-up Like a Beast: Listen up, my fierce friends. Before you even think about touching a weight, it's time to prime that body for action. Tony Gentilcore style, we're not talking about some lame half-hearted stretches. We're talking dynamic movements that wake up your muscles, get your blood pumping, and prepare you to dominate your workout. Think of it as unleashing the beast within.

Step 2: Master the Big Lifts: Here's the deal, my fitness warriors: if you want to build strength and power, you gotta master the big lifts. Squats, deadlifts, bench presses, and overhead presses are your bread and butter. Embrace them, learn proper form, and watch your muscles grow and your strength soar. It's time to make those weights your b*tch!

Step 3: Lift Heavy, Lift Like a Boss: Enough with those puny weights, my friends. Tony Gentilcore doesn't mess around with feather-light dumbbells. It's time to step up and embrace the heavy sh*t. Lift with intensity, challenge yourself, and don't be afraid to grunt, sweat, and give it everything you've got. Lift like a boss, and watch your body transform into a powerhouse of strength.

Step 4: Embrace the Suck: Hey, guess what? Workouts aren't always rainbows and unicorns. Sometimes they suck. And that's okay! Tony Gentilcore knows that the real gains come from pushing through those tough moments, embracing the suck, and powering through. Push yourself past your comfort zone, and trust me, you'll come out the other side stronger than ever before.

Step 5: Add Some Sass to Your Training: Listen, my fitness fam, life is too short to be serious all the time. It's time to add some sass and humor to your training. Crack jokes, dance between sets, and have a damn good time. Tony Gentilcore believes that laughter and lifting go hand in hand, so don't be afraid to let loose and enjoy the process.

Step 6: Mix It Up and Keep Your Body Guessing: Don't let your workouts become a snooze fest, my friends. Tony Gentilcore loves mixing things up, keeping his body guessing, and avoiding the dreaded plateau. Incorporate different exercises, switch up your rep schemes, and throw in some unconventional moves to keep your muscles on their toes. Variety is the spice of gains!

Step 7: Fuel Your Inner Beast: Now, let's talk nutrition, my fellow beasts. Tony Gentilcore knows that a powerful beast needs the right fuel to roar. Fill your plate with nutrient-dense foods, focus on quality protein, healthy fats, and an abundance of colorful veggies. But don't forget to indulge in your favorite treats now and then because life's too short to deprive yourself completely.

Step 8: Recover Like a Champ: Recovery is just as important as your badass workouts, my friends. Treat your body like the temple it is. Get your beauty sleep, foam roll those sore muscles, and prioritize rest days. Recovery allows your body to rebuild, come back stronger, and unleash an even mightier beast within.

Step 9: Believe in Yourself and Embrace Your Uniqueness: Here's the thing, my fitness warriors: you are a one-of-a-kind badass. Embrace your uniqueness, believe in yourself, and let your inner beast shine. It doesn't matter if you're a beginner or a seasoned lifter. Tony Gentilcore believes that everyone has the potential to achieve greatness. So step into the gym with confidence, own your workouts, and let that beast roar!

Conclusion: There you have it, my friends! The Tony Gentilcore way to crush your workouts and unleash your inner beast. Get ready to warm up like a boss, lift heavy, embrace the suck, and add some sass to your training. Remember, this journey is about more than just physical gains. It's about having fun, believing in yourself, and unleashing the beast within. So go forth, my fitness warriors, and conquer those weights like the true beasts you are!

#gym motivation #gym workout #fitness gym #gymlover #gymtime #bodybuilding #bodybuilder #working out #fitness #men health #beast body #gym routine

[mountains-moving-91]

Pack Your Shit...and GO!

How many of you have ever sat alone, in your head, and wondered what in the hell your purpose was? Or maybe you used to know exactly who and what you were going to be…but shit got dark and you found yourself letting someone else decide what would be the light to your fire? Look - one of the hardest choices that I ever had to make was deciding that I was going to take my baby away from his father…but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do to protect your children. And that’s when I made the decision that I had to pack my shit up - and leave what I thought was the “love of my life" once and for all. Stay with me…because I’ve been there - and I’m still here to tell you about it.

See, baby daddy #1 used to be a really good kid, with an even better heart. His looks were fucking beautiful (down to the bones), and he had a smile that would light up my whole world - and everyone else’s too. Oh…and don’t forget his voice - at least when he was being the sweet version of himself. But that changed…he changed. Technically, we changed but that doesn’t belong in this part of the story…and I’m going to tell you why.  In a real world, where love didn’t exist, it would have only taken one day for things to change. And It SHOULD have only taken one time - but it didn’t, because he promised me it wouldn’t happen again - over and over again.. And you guys, he did love me - at the beginning. And our son was made from nothing but love. It was just that our love got lost within his lost battle of himself and then I let him take it out on me - literally and not in a way anyone deserves. And let me draw this out for you, detective style -  it kept happening and each time IT got worse. See, this dude was a big dude…at least compared to my tiny mini-mouse sized self. And he had ocean-sized hands that were probably bigger than the size of my entire face. And all it took was him smashing his fist into it one time, for him to learn that my face didn’t bruise very easily…and by easily - I mean that you can break my nose and nobody would notice the aftermath. 

What makes this story even harder for me to tell, is that multiple people warned me that he was a Woman Beater and they warned me multiple times - and these people included his own family, and his ex-girlfriend. Even then, I refused to believe that he would ever do it to me…but they had proof. See, he had already done it to his ex (technically his step-sister from his childhood). Anyways, the only difference between us two girls was that she did bruise easily - And for those that can’t cross the dots yourself, this means that he hunkered down to his low standards and hit her where nobody would be able to see. And then she had to walk around - obviously with clothes on - and smile like everything was fine at home. I don’t know much about her story - and of course not from her side - but I do know the truths that he fucking told me. How sick is that? He literally laid the red flags out for me, by telling me how he used to hide his abuse from the world, and made her hide it too. I met her one time And he went to jail that night..It’s funny how the world spins. Let me tell you the story. 

His sister was having a family BBQ (what we do here in the boondocks) and with his ex being his step-sister and all, she was invited, with a +1 included for her boyfriend (who was gold compared to his fucking ass). Anyways, I was barley pregnant. And I mean at the very beginning of the pregnancy when you look more like you ate too many Ben&Jerry half-pints, too many days in a row and less like you have a baby growing inside your body. And I’m sure that was going to be embarrassing for him but good lord - how the fuck do you think I felt? Clearly that was besides the point because I am pretty sure he went and got high on meth that morning - when he was supposed to be working - strictly just to ease his nerves of what was about to happen. And I say that because when I got to his sisters house - with the entire fam, aunts_uncles_ex gf’s_new boyfriends_etc -  it didn’t take long for him to start being less than nice to me and overly nice to his ex. And at first I thought maybe I was just “being pregnant" with the pregnant girl hormone thing happening..until I went into the bathroom to cry and his bad ass aunt came in right behind me (without knocking) and told me not to let the bitch see me cry. 

We walked out of the bathroom together and I put a big girl smile on and just stayed away from him. Until he started following me, just to keep egging it on. See, he was trying to scare me…with his intimidating and now drunk self. And I sat there in front of everyone and tried to ignore it. And his family watched until he started making threats like “just wait until we get home.” Eventually, even the family with the thick blood started to stand up for me. And you guys, I am talking even his partially paralyzed uncle stood up to him. What happened next, you ask? Well, it didn’t take long from there for a fight to break out. And you guessed it…somehow baby daddy #1 started to get into ex’s new boyfriend’s face…and new boyfriend got to scream in his face that he didn’t know what family was. Which, how fucking ironic…considering baby daddy always wanted to talk about how thick their blood was..

Anyways, back to it - Sister #2 ended up taking baby daddy #1 back to our apartment before step-grandpa shut the shit down with a personal phone-call to the authorities. And I’m not sure what happened next, or why, but all of a sudden Sister #1 was asking me for our address. I gave it to her without thinking, and within seconds of hearing her repeat it back to the phone she was on, I realized exactly what I had just done. And…it gets pitiful here - I was already scared shitless to have to go home with him later that night because  I knew that I was going to end up taking the hit for everything that had broken down that day, pregnant or not. Sister #1 had even offered me a bed in her house so that I didn’t have to worry about it. At the time, I seriously felt like she had betrayed my trust - because he was already in trouble with the police and I didn’t want to or think that I could do the whole baby thing without him. I knew what was about to go down and I started freaking out on the couch...and guess who comforted me from there until I went home safely? The previous girl that he had beatEN the shit out of. See, I think she gave the real Sister #1 the 411 on what was about to go down…or would go down if they didn’t step in. Don’t get it twisted…it took me until now to realize that may have played a part in the aftermath, but my ass surely bailed his ass out as quickly as I could get it posted - which was like 4 days. And things were oh so perfect for a few weeks after…until the next low hit - and then we were back at it…and I was even further along in my pregnancy.

Looking back, I’m guessing, technically wondering with my wonder_woman_ass, if the ex _girlfriend/step_sister was trying to do me a solid - one that she herself never did, but later wished she had. Anyways, that’s the one fucking reasons that I am going to sit here and run my loud ass mouth, with the ex step sis included (you know, blended family unblended), for the world to hear - once this fucking book gets published. Don’t worry - he gets a free copy, for 2 reasons:

1. IT IS NOT OKAY TO TREAT PEOPLE LIKE THAT. And it def isn’t okay for a man to beat down a woman - with words, or his hands. And what is even more true - is that it is even more wrong to put so much fear into someone that 5 years later they can’t even get shot with a nerf gun by the kid the abuser abandoned - without it triggering some type of PTSD episode. But I am learning that as I fight through the healing, that it sometimes takes a little while to be able to talk about some of the struggles you once went through. Sometimes the courage and bravery doesn’t come until a little later on, once you become a survivor.  2. I hope that by some miracle hearing what you did, and seeing how far that I have gotten from you, reminds you of the low life self you are..and maybe you end up growing a little on the inside - and from afar. 

Sometimes you have to pack up your shit and leave. And sometimes you have to run as far the fuck away from your past as you can, just to keep your baby safe. See, that’s what I had to do. 3 months after baby #1 was born, baby daddy #1 dude dipped for drugs. And not too long after that, he tried to kick down my door to get to our baby that I was trying to protect from his tweaker self, rolling downhill, which was always when things turned violent. And I almost took him back again after that, until he picked his own life over his baby’s first birthday and the option for 50/50 custody. And the only reason I continued to ask for sole custody (with negative hair follicle drug testing pre-monitored-custody-visit confirmed) was because he didn’t show up to court that day.

I HAD to RUN for awhile. And now I have nothing but time on my hands. The chip on my shoulder ain’t going anywhere, anytime soon. It look awhile to get here, but now I know that I don’t have to run. And I can let all of his dirty little secrets out, just to protect myself moving forward - which is what I should have done the first time he ever put his hands on me.

I didn’t/couldn’t/wouldn’t speak up when I was living through the scariest days of my life - while also trying to stay off drugs for my little growing one in my bellly- and If you can’t/didn’t/won’t speak up while you are living through it, I fucking get that too. And just remember, you will heal when you heal. And one day, the time you spent as a victim won’t matter anymore, because it will be the reason for your success. And that’s why, if you just hold on through the rough, you can be a little voice that makes it Major. 

#Determination #Domestic Violence #C-PTSD #speakupspeakout

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Don’t Worry Baby - Fezco

A/N: ahhh this is my first time writing for Fez, so I hope I did a fair job and you all like it xD

Request - Anonymous asked: Hey!!! I just saw that you want to start writing for Fezco!! Coul you maybe do one where she goes to the drug deal with Fezco, Ash, and Rue and waits in the car. But she gets pulled into the apartment like Faye and Rue?? Protective Fezco! Lots of fluff! Little Angst?? Thank you in advance!

Warnings: +18, reader is 18+, guns, nakedness, drugs, spoilers for S2E1, and also, I know I always casually use curse words on my fics, but this will be a whole new level because... Euphoria xD

Disclaimer: I don’t own Euphoria :) gif isn’t mine :D 

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Don’t Worry Baby

But she looks in my eyes And makes me realize And she says ‘don't worry, baby’

"Yo, can you tell her to shut the fuck up?!" Ash complained in the passenger seat.

Fez looked up the rearview mirror to see you laughing as you looked out the window while Rue kept on singing along and he couldn't help but smile. He turned to Rue, who was sitting next to you.

"Yeah, Rue, you gotta chill out back there. For real" he said, annoyed, looking back at her. "Me and Ash gotta handle some serious business right now, so" he sighed.

"Yeah, for sure" Rue said. "No, I can do that" she said, resting back on her seat. "I can just stay back here and chill with my homie. It's real comfy" she said smiling at you.

Fez rolled his eyes and finally pulled over to where the deal was going to go down where Custer was waiting for him with a girl next to him.

"Who the fuck is this bitch?" Fez asked annoyed as he got out of the car and Ash did too.

As Custer talked to them, you moved over to the driver's seat since Fez always told you to do it in case you needed to get out of there quicker than usual.

"You look real pretty tonight" Rue told you from the back and you smiled back at her. You liked Rue. She was nice and you knew Fez had a soft spot for her. And you also knew she was having a hard time since Jules had left, so you were happy he brought her along to at least keep you company.

"Thanks, Rue" you smiled.

"Does Fez tell you that enough?" she asked all of the sudden.

"He does" you chuckled, feeling your cheeks heating a little.

"Whatever man, let's just do this" you heard Fez walking over back to you.

"Faye... in the car" Custer said and the blonde opened the door, sitting next to Rue.

Fez leaned on the window next to you. "Ten, twenty minutes tops, princess, okay?" he said, kissing your forehead and you nodded at him. "I love you" he whispered.

"I love you too" you said giving him a peck on the lips.

"Y'all just please stay in the car" Fez said, looking at you and then at Rue. "No fuckin' funny business. Let's go" he said, leaving with Ash and Custer.

"Hi, I'm Faye" the blonde girl said, waving at you and Rue.

"Yo, fam, uh Rue" she replied before you introduced yourself as well.

"So... how's your New Year's going?" Rue asked.

"What?" she asked confused.

"New Year" Rue repeated.

"It's fucking New Year's?" she asked, looking at you.

"Uh- I believe so" you informed her.

"I swear my boyfriend doesn't tell me anything" she complained. You sighed, bringing your knees to your chest. This was going to be a long night. You then heard Rue tell Faye the story of her and Jules, again.

"My girlfriend. At the fuckin' train station, she left me straight-up" she told her.

"She left you at a fucking train station?"

"Yeah! I was like crying and shit!"

"What a fucking cunt" Faye said.

"Yeah" Rue said sadly. "Holy fucking shit!" she yelled all of the sudden, and you turned around to see her and Faye.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" you told her.

"Um... I don't think... I wouldn't do that here" Rue suggested.

"It's just heroin" Faye said as if it was nothing.

"No, no. We see that" you said, turning around to face her. "But maybe, like, uh... this isn't the best place to do that" you said, widening your eyes at Rue.

"Why?"

"I just feel like this is really not the right time to be doing that-"

"Listen, I fucking know what you two are" she snapped. "You're just a fuckin' junkie-ass bitch" she said to Rue and then she turned over to you. "And you're probably fuckin' eating that ginger's ass for fuckin' oxys or whatever the fuck you're into!" she yelled before she went back to her business.

"Yo, what the fuck are you doing?!" you yelled.

"What? What the fuck?"

"Are you just putting it in there?" Rue said. "Jesus, that is your whole fucking crotch" she said, looking away.

"Fuck, that looks like it hurts!" you said, looking away as well.

The next thing you knew you saw a man grab Faye out of the car by the window and another one grabbed Rue. When you tried to scream for her, you felt a pair of arms grab you as well. And then, you were being pulled inside the apartment where you saw Fez and Ash unharmed and you felt just a little relieved. You saw Faye being thrown to the floor and Rue was pushed against the opposite wall from where Fez and Ash were.

"Yo, get your fucking hands off her!" you heard Fez yell and walk over to you but the guy holding you pointed his gun at your head and he stopped. The guy still holding your arm laughed before he pushed you his way and he quickly caught you. "You okay, ma?"

"I'm fine" you said, trying to smile at him.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" you heard one of the men hit Custer on the face. "You come into my motherfucking house! With a fucking twelve-year-old!" he said pointing at Ash. "Three junkie whores and a motherfucker I don't know!" he said, pointing his gun at Fez, who pushed you behind him. "You out of your fucking mind?! I'm on fucking probation!"

"Brucy" you heard a woman in the next room call for him and he went over to talk to her.

"You sure you're alright? Did they hurt you?" Fez whispered, inspecting your face to make sure.

"I'm alright" you assured him. "I promise" you said. "Are you and Ash okay?"

Fez felt his heart melting. He had no idea what he had done to have someone like you. You had just been grabbed by some random fuckers and pushed around and your only concern was if he and Ash were okay. He also noticed you looking at Rue every now and then to make sure she was alright as well. He was about to answer when Bruce came back into the room.

"Alright, check this out" he said, putting on music. "All y'all, let's get naked right fuckin' now" he said as he started dancing around. Fez could feel you shaking behind him and he grabbed your hand in his. "Let's go, c'mon" he said, snapping his fingers.

"You heard what he fucking said!" the guy that brought you in said, pointing his gun at you and Fez. "Come on!"

"Yo, yo, come on now y'all. Chill" he said, trying to hide you entirely behind him.

"Come on! Let's go" Bruce said, as he kept dancing in the middle and then he stopped in front of Ash. "Except for you. Keep your shit on, man" he said, grabbing him. "Nobody wants to see you naked. B.J. take his ass down. Put 'em in a fucking closet!"

You were about to say something, but Fez squeezed your hand. "He's fine" he whispered to you. "Look man, chill. Nobody got no fuckin' wire" Fez insisted.

"Prove that shit!" Bruce said, looking at him. "I don't know who the fuck you are! Far as I'm concerned, you're a fucking cop!"

"Obviously I'm not wearing a fucking wire!" Faye complained. "You paranoid f-" she was interrupted when Bruce slammed her head into the wall behind her and she screamed in pain. When Custer tried to argue, Bruce did the same to him  and you gripped Fez’s hand tighter.

"Anybody else?" he said, looking straight at you and you slowly shook your head. "Let's go, come on!" he snapped his fingers. "Everybody, let's get naked!"

Fez turned to look at you with sorrow in his eyes and started taking off his sweater. "Just stay behind me okay?" he said and you nodded.

Your hands were shaking as they moved over to the hem of your skirt, pushing it down and then followed by your top. You felt sick to your stomach when you felt all of the men eyeing you in your underwear. You saw that Fez noticed too because his face was turning red.

"Look at me" you whispered, knowing that you were in no position to do something stupid. "Just focus on me, okay?" you said and he gave you a soft nod. You then removed your bra and quickly placed your arms in front of your chest, standing in nothing but your underwear now. You scanned the room around you and saw that Faye and Custer were already undressed, but Rue was standing there, frozen.

"You not hear what the fuck I said?" Bruce asked, getting closer to Rue.

You saw Rue taking off her jacket but then she froze again.

"F-Fez" you said, still shaking. You saw him mouth something to her but Rue shook her head and then Bruce grabbed her by her arm and pulled her out of the room. "Fez, he's taking Rue!" you said, frightened.

"Yo, yo, hold on, man." Fez started but the guy next to you quickly grabbed you, pointing his gun at you.

"Whoa there, pretty boy" he said, making him stop instantly. "You ain't going anywhere."

"Get your fuckin' hands off her, man!" he yelled.

"What are you gonna do about it?" he laughed. He pulled you over to move you into a line with Fez, Custer, and Faye. when he saw you were still wearing your underwear, he grabbed the hem of it with his finger to see inside your underwear, and then let it fall back against your skin. "Nice" he said, winking at you. "No wire" he said, smirking and looking at Fez.

You looked up at Fez, who was clenching his jaw and his face was red as he threw daggers at the man. "Hey" you said, getting his attention. "Just look at me. It’s okay" you assured him, trying to smile and he nodded.

You saw Rue coming back in, unharmed but soaked and shaking, with a towel in her hands. And then, the lady from the other room walked in and Custer started making a stupid introduction of Fez and explaining the whole situation to her.

"Where's Mouse?" she asked looking at Fez.

"Um, you think that you can let me and my girl get dressed, and then I can talk to you in the other room for a sec?" he asked, moving closer to you.

"Okay" she said, calmly. Fez quickly grabbed his sweater, which was closest to him, and threw it at you before he started getting dressed. He saw that after you put the sweater on, you immediately went over to Rue.

"Are you okay?" you asked her trying to calm her down and she nodded. Fez tried to suppress his smile. You had the biggest, kindest heart he had ever known.

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"Yo, that was hon-... Honestly, that was the craziest shit I've ever experienced!" Rue kept on rambling on the car.

After Fez and Laurie talked, you were finally gone. Ash was now sitting on the back with Rue, rolling his eyes at her conversation. You were sitting on the passenger seat, next to Fez. He wanted you close. You had been dead silent the entire car ride. His hand was resting on your thigh. He knew how your mind worked. Whenever you were in a stressful situation, you kept as calm as you could, but as soon as it was over, and you knew everything was okay, you would break down crying and he was always there for you when it happened.

"Geez, oh my fucking God" you heard Ash mutter under his breath as Rue kept on telling you a fucking recap of what you had all gone through not long ago.

Fez felt you shaking next to him so he grabbed your hand to bring it to his lips and you turned to smile at him weakly.

"And that lady, let me just say, she's a fucking gangster!" Rue kept going. "She's a fucking gangster. They all work for her-"

"Aye, why you actin' like that shit was fun, Rue?" he snapped when she didn't shut up. "For real. You're pissing me off. Actin' dumb as fuck right now" he said.

"Fez-" you tried to calm him down but he ignored you.

"Goddamn, all smilin' and laughin' and shit!" he kept going. "You know half of that shit was your fault, too. Fuckin' around actin' stupid! You could have gotten hurt! You could have gotten Ash or my girl or me hurt! For fucks sake!"

"Sorry" Rue muttered and was quiet for only a moment. "I'm just saying, serious question. How many female drug dealers do you know?"

"Good ones?" Fez asked.

"Yes."

Fez shared a look with Ash and then saw Rue through the rearview mirror.

"One" he replied and you smiled, knowing he was talking about his grandma.

"Case in point" Rue said as you moved a little closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder, stroking his arm with your hand.

"You good, princess?" he asked, kissing your forehead and you nodded.

As soon as you pulled over at the New Year's party, Rue got out of the car and Fez told Ash to go first, handing him the backpack. You were about to get out too, but he pulled you back.

"Aren't we... going too?" you asked, confused.

"C'mere" he said, pulling you onto his lap and cupping your cheeks with his hands. "Hi" he said, softly.

"Hello" you smiled at him, throwing your arms around his shoulders.

"You okay?" he asked, giving you a peck on the lips. You nodded but Fez could already see the tears forming in your eyes. "I am so sorry, princess" he said, hugging you to him and kissing your head repeatedly.

"It's okay-"

"No, it's not" he insisted, hugging you closer. "You shouldn't have been there tonight. You could have been really hurt and I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you" he said, wiping away your tears.

"Nothing happened, love" you said, kissing his cheek and burying your head in his shoulder. "I just..." you took a deep breath. "I don't want anything to happen to you" you cried a little more.

"You don't have to worry about me, princess" he said, hugging you tighter. "I ain't going anywhere" he assured you.

"You promise?" you asked, pulling away and looking at him. Fez smiled wiping away the remaining of your tears.

"'Course I promise" he smiled at you before bringing you to his lips to kiss you. "And I swear I'll never let anything happen to you" he said when you pulled apart. "You trust me?"

You smiled at him, remembering what Fez replied when Laurie asked him if he trusted you. "With my life" you said, kissing him once more.

"You wanna head inside?"

"Can we just... stay here a little longer?" you asked, resting your head in his shoulder again. "I just want you all to myself for a while" you said, making him laugh a little. You knew that as soon as you went inside, you would lose Fez to all of his customers, and after what happened, you just wanted to be close to him for a moment.

"Of course" he said, kissing your forehead. "Anything you want, princess" he said, stroking his hand on your back, soothing you. "I love you."

"I love you too, Fez."

The End

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A/N: ahhh xD please let me know what you think! I have more Fez imagines to come :) 

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[onceupon]

London Boy - Part 4: Just friends

summary: You wake up to find Rafe Cameron in your bed. Even though nothing happened, you’re still left trying to make sense of it all.

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 5k

a/n: thank you so much to all of you who have been reading along <333 sorry in advance if you want this to progress faster haha, it simply must be this slow, sorry I don't make the rules (even tho I do lol). Not canon Rafe!! 

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Your eyes slowly flutter open as the early morning rays wake you up. You didn’t even remember falling asleep. As you slowly gain consciousness you’re startled by the weight of Rafe’s arm draped across your body. What the hell? When did that happen? He spent the night in your bed?

Your mind races at a million miles an hour as you slowly slip out from under his hold. You were careful not to wake him up, not wanting to face any awkwardness. You throw on fresh clothes and grab your backpack, desperate to make your escape. You had wanted to get to school early today to work on some homework anyways, never before so eager to trade in the comfort of your bed for the library. 

After a quick pit stop to pick up a coffee and a croissant, you swing the heavy wooden doors open. You liked campus at this hour, the morning light still soft, the air crisp, and the atmosphere silent. As you scan your eyes for a spot to sit, you notice the unmistakable sight of fluffy brown hair hunched over a table. 

“Liam?” your whisper. “What the hell are doing here?”

That classic cheeky grin spreads across his face as he looks up to find you standing in front of him. “I go here, Y/n. Forget already?”

You roll your eyes, “I just didn’t know you were the studious type.”

“Not gonna lie to you babe, I’m not. But Rogers is already all the way up my ass over this class, and I’m not letting that prick hold me back a year.” 

You pull out the chair across from him and go to sit down, spreading your books out on the table. 

“Who said you could sit with?” he asks, and you shoot him a look. You’re not in the mood. “Geez alright, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed… you good Y/n?” he slows, taking in your disheveled appearance. You hadn’t so much as brushed your hair. 

“Can you promise not to tell anyone,” you stare dead into his eyes. 

“On my life,” he extends his pinky, and you accept. 

“Rafe… slept over last night…”

“Oh shit!” he exclaims, and your eyes widen at his echoing voice. 

“Not like that,” you hiss, not wanting to draw anymore attention to the two of you. “Nothing happened… like he just came over to watch a show and then we talked for a while and just accidentally… fell asleep. I panicked when I woke up and realized he was still in my bed so I ran out of there as fast as I could and now…. well now I’m here.” You nervously chug your coffee, heart racing. 

“So he hung out with you all night and didn’t make a move?”

You nod, nervously awaiting his analysis as you take a bite of your croissant. 

“Damn, boy must really like you,” he muses. 

“What? Definitely not,” you scoff. 

“Y/n, let me tell you a little something about guys. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what. The fact that he’s coming over your room to watch a show and hanging out with you until he physically can’t stay awake - I mean I can’t make it any more obvious to you.”

“I don’t know I just don’t think so… You don’t know Rafe like that, he’s a total player back home. He can pull any girl he wants, so if he liked me like that he would’ve done something by now. This is probably how he is with all his friends and I’m just reading too much into it. I’m sure Lily Colts will be in his bed soon enough,” you mumble. That last part stings in particular, you had already thought it, but saying it out loud made you feel… icky. 

“I may not know Rafe like that, but I know guys like him. I am guys like him. He likes you Y/n. So what if he pulls a lot of chicks, he doesn’t actually care about them. But he cares about you, probably can’t even understand why, and now it’s like bam Uno reverse. He can’t pull the cards he normally does, and now you’ve got him confused and he doesn’t know what to do. Man’s down bad. Give him time though, he’ll come around,” he explains to you calmly, stealing your coffee cup from you and taking a sip. 

“Honestly can I just start paying you to figure my life out for me. You make everything seem so simple.”

“Because it is simple. You insist on complicating it. But I know how you could pay me,” he adds with a wink and you shoot him a glare. You know he’s just joking (partially), he loves pushing your buttons. 

“Well whatever. I’ll believe it when I see it,” you resign on the Rafe matter. You wanted to believe what Liam was saying but it didn’t quite make sense to you. You were only going to drive yourself crazy trying to read between lines that you weren’t sure existed. Rafe was just used to situations like this with girls. To him last night was probably no big deal. It was to you though. You would never let ‘just a friend’ stay over like that, with his arm around you no less. But Rafe didn’t need to know that, you decide. 

—-

You manage to avoid Rafe all day, not having any classes with him on Friday’s. As soon as your last class is over, you sprint home, relieved when you’re the first back at the flat and can quickly slip into your room undetected. You set down your bag and sit on the edge of your bed. Your hand slowly runs over your comforter, still ruffled from where Rafe had been laying the night before. The indent of his head is still on your pillow; you can almost smell the scent of him lingering in your room and hear the sound of his soft whispers. You wonder what his first thoughts were when he woke up in your bed alone - was he confused? Embarrassed? He probably thought nothing of it at all. You can just picture him casually getting up with a stretch, like it’s the start of any typical day.

You slip into the shower and let the water wash over your body. It’s warm and soothing, and it’s reminding you of Rafe laying next to you, of his arm wrapped around you. God if there was only a way to shut your brain off once in a while. As much as you tried to suppress it, there had been a tiny part of you that was happy to have woken up in his embrace, giddy like a school girl with a crush. You’d always wondered how a moment like that would feel, or how a moment like that with him would feel. You had conveniently failed to mention the “arm” detail to Liam, maybe because in the back of your mind you knew it would only help prove his theory right.  

When you make your way back to your room, your phone buzzes and the Royal Fam 🇬🇧🇺🇸 group chat appears. 

Olivia: who wants to go out tonight 😈

Topper: me and Rafe have to be up early tmrw for soccer - rain check on this one ladies 

Olivia: :( 

Olivia: girls night out??

Millie: you know I’m there!

You’re a little bummed that Rafe won’t be there tonight. But a girls night sounds like just what you need to get him off your mind. 

Y/n: I’m in :)

Not even a few minutes later Olivia and Millie are barging into your room, causing you to let out a startled yelp. 

“My god, heard of knocking,” you exhale with your hand coming to your chest. Your statement falls on death ears. 

“Which jeans with this top,” Olivia asks, holding the clothing items against her body. 

“Should I curl or straighten my hair with this,” Millie follows, holding her outfit up. 

“Uhh,” your mind scrambles, “those jeans Liv. And straight, Mills,” you reply, shocked by your own decidedness. “But now you guys have to help me, I have no clue what to wear.”

“Say less,” Olivia flashes a smile. 

Within minutes they tear through your closet, picking out your outfit. Things were always much more clear with a fresh set of eyes. The three of you discuss the night’s logistics before making your way to the kitchen - couldn’t go drinking on an empty stomach. Rafe and Topper are already there, and you try your best to act natural even though your stomach ties itself in a knot the moment you catch a glimpse of his face. You haven’t seen him since you ran out this morning. 

“Uh hey I’m gonna run to Sainsbury’s real quick, I wanna get a chaser, anyone need anything,” you ask, avoiding eye contact with Rafe. Your nerves get the best of you and in terms of fight or flight, you were ready to flee. 

“Hey wait I’ll come with you. Gotta pick something up for dinner,” Rafe stands grabbing his jacket, and before you can interject, he’s leading the way down the hall and out your shared flat. 

“So what are you chasing tonight?” 

“What?” you ask startled, his question pulling you back to reality. Your mind had been running in a loop, trying to read him and the thoughts in his head. You wished now more than ever that you knew what Rafe was like behind closed doors back home, so you could somehow make sense of it all.

He chuckles at you, lost in your own world. “You said you needed a chaser?” Those intimidating blue eyes have found their way to yours again and you hastily look away, focusing in front of you instead. 

“Oh yeah- uh just for the vodka,” you laugh nervously. 

“Basic,” he mocks. You scoff in surprise and lightly hit him on the chest as the laughter leaves your lips. He’s sporting a shit-eating grin, having successfully egged you on. 

“You’re funny if you think I’m gonna do shots of whiskey before going to a club.”

“Well you do owe me one…” he says.

“Oh so he remembers?” you reply, amused.

“Of course,” he states so calm and so sure. Your head swirls at that, his cool confidence making you melt. The automatic doors slide open in front of you, fluorescent lights stealing your attention from the boy you were finding dangerously more attractive by the second.

“I thought we’re supposed to take it together? But someone’s being lame and not coming out tonight,” you say sarcastically, playing it as cool as you can manage. Rafe’s confidence seemed to come naturally, but you were more of a fake-it-till-you-make-it kind of gal.

“Hey you know I have soccer,” he defends. The Kook Prince was not one to turn down a party without cause.

“Excuses excuses,” you shake your head.

“Actually, speaking of soccer, you uh- you and the girls should come tomorrow. If you’re not doing anything. Or not too hungover I should say. Game’s at 12.”

“Can’t make any promises Cameron, but we’ll see,” you smile, earning a satisfied smile from him in return. 

You make your way to the frozen food aisle, Rafe explaining to you how they call a soccer field a football pitch here, as you laugh at him grabbing 5 frozen pizzas (dinner solved for the next week, of course). You ask him which chaser you should pick. He points out a cola, so naturally you decide to get blackberry seltzer water, Rafe twisting his face in disgust (who would voluntarily drink that tv static). You always felt so nervous at first, to be in Rafe’s presence, but all it ever took was a few minutes for you to completely relax around him. He was intimidating, yet inviting. Mysterious, yet open. He was somehow the cause of your anxious nerves and yet the source of your comfort. The fear of facing Rafe after running out this morning had paralyzed your thoughts all day, and now you could hardly remember why. He hadn’t mentioned it at all, as if nothing happened. His normalcy confirmed for you that him sleeping over was in fact no big deal, and you almost want to laugh at yourself for how much you had worked it up in your head. You two were just friends, and perhaps Rafe was used to being… a friendlier friend than what you were used to. But that was okay, you could learn to be friendlier too.

—-

Rafe and Topper had decided to accompany you guys in the kitchen as you pregamed. They slowly sipped beers as you, Millie, and Olivia pounded back shots, laughing at the way you guys got progressively drunker and progressively louder before finally heading out. And much to your surprise, the boys were still seated in the same spot hours later, when the three of you stumble back into the flat, McDonalds in hand.

“Oh look who’s still up,” Olivia slurs, taking a bite of her cheeseburger. 

“We can’t go out, we have soccer,” Millie mocks, almost falling to the floor as she trips over her heel, Topper and Rafe not making any effort to hide their clear amusement. 

“Fun night huh?” Topper quirks his brow. 

“The funnest,” Millie holds her head high, sinking down against the wall until she’s sat on the floor. You had made a beeline for the dining room table, silently admiring your chicken nuggets. In that moment, they were the best thing you had ever tasted. 

“I want Jake,” Olivia pouts, and before anyone can say a word she’s turned on her heel, burger in hand, off to crawl into her boyfriend’s bed. 

“Alright you drunk, let’s get you to bed,” Topper laughs, scooping an incoherent Millie up to her feet by her elbows. 

“M’not drunk,” Millie protests, even though she’s leaning her full body weight against Topper who sarcastically nods at her, escorting her down the hallway. Rafe sits on the couch, silently playing with the cards in his hand again, not the least bit uncomfortable with sharing your company in silence. 

“I’m mad at you,” you say matter of factly, taking a bite of a french fry. At this point, the alcohol is doing the talking. 

“Mad at me?” Rafe stops shuffling the cards and raises his head to look at you, intrigued. 

“Yeah because you didn’t come to the club,” you furrow your brows, chucking a fry at him. He catches it instantly, laughing to himself with a shake of his head. 

“Don’t worry I saw all your guys’ snaps, I feel like I was practically there.”

“That’s not the same,” you frown, throwing another fry which he catches yet again.

“I’ll try to be there next time,” he laughs.

“That’s better I guess,” you grumble, eating another chicken nugget. The room grows quiet, Rafe training his attention back to the cards.

“When are we watching the next episode Cameron,” you break the silence, chucking another fry. He barely has to look up to catch your latest throw, shaking his head with a chuckle. He puts the cards down and makes his way over to the dining table, standing right above you now. 

“Come on, time for you to go to bed,” he beckons you toward him with his arm, to which you only furrow your brows in indignation.

“I’m not done with my food,” you protest.

“Now you are,” he says, grabbing your last fry and finishing it with one bite. “Now c’mon.” You reluctantly grab onto his extended arm to help you get up. You walk down the hall together and he opens your door for you, letting you in as he leans against the frame. You immediately fall back and collapse on to your bed with a gasp, you didn’t remember it feeling so soft when you were sober. 

“Goodnight L/n,” Rafe laughs, staring down at you. 

“Goodnight Rafe,” you mumble, seconds away from passing out. He smiles to himself at the sight of you still in the outfit and shoes you had been out in, bent in surely the most uncomfortable position possible, legs half way off the bed, yet somehow already asleep. He’s about to head back to his room, but he hesitates, turning back to you with a sigh. As slowly and quietly as he can, he pulls your shoes off for you, lifts your legs onto the bed, and covers you in your blanket. And just as quick, he slips out of your room and back into his.

—-

You wake up the next morning, letting out a groan when you realize you’re still in the outfit you had worn clubbing. Your head dully aches and your throat is desert dry so you force yourself up and to the kitchen. When you see the aftermath of McDonald’s containers on the table, vague memories start flooding your brain in horror. You couldn’t have… could you? Did you actually throw french fries at him? You close your eyes and slowly run your hand over your face in realization. Great, you think to yourself, Rafe probably thinks you’re an annoying idiot. Good grief.

You hear the door of the flat opening and Olivia appears in the kitchen, holding a plate of breakfast sandwiches, your mouth watering at the sight.

“Thank the lovely lads in apartment 4E,” she laughs, placing them on the table. “Oh god, we went hard last night didn’t we,” she says, taking in the sight of the flat.

“A little too hard…” you remark.

“No such thing, darling! Now eat up and get dressed, we’ve got a match to catch,” she declares before disappearing down the hall where you can hear muffled groans of Millie being reluctantly dragged out of her bed. You sigh and sink down into a chair, grabbing a sandwich and taking a bite. Heaven. You make a mental note to thank Jake for his chef skills. You had completely forgotten that you and the girls were supposed to go watch Rafe and Topper’s match today. Your worries about having to face Rafe yesterday had been quick to melt away, but today they were back with a new vengeance.

—-

“Okay no one wander off when we get there. Y/n, fair warning, these games get… rowdy,” Millie says, as the three of you walk toward the field, arms linked.

“Things get pretty crazy at Kildare too,” you laugh, “so yeah, don’t fucking let me out of your sight.”

The three of you shake off your fits of laughter as you stumble toward the stands, finding a spot amongst the already packed crowd. You’re finally able to take in your surroundings, glancing at the field ahead. The opposing team is warming up on the pitch, clad in red. Westheath’s team is off to the side, the boys stretching and getting ready in their white uniforms. The dirty blonde immediately catches your eye. He’s jumping and jogging in place, headphones in as though he’s tuning out the physical noise around him, and probably the mental noise too. You wonder if he’s listening to one of the songs he showed you the other night. 

He pauses his jogging to stretch out his arms, his eyes glazing over the stands, when suddenly they lock with yours. Your cheeks flush pink, embarrassed at having been caught staring, but his face just pulls into a wide grin and he gives you a wave. You wave back, and he does a quick hand motion that everyone does at Kildare games back home. You laugh and do the responding gesture, as he smiles cheekily at you before a teammate comes up to him, pulling his focus away. The exchange was brief, but oddly intimate. There was a whole field and a couple dozen people between you, and yet you two were the only witnesses to the interaction. You smile to yourself, relief in the fact that maybe getting a french fry chucked at him wasn’t enough to make him hate you after all. You wonder briefly if Rafe spends half as much time overanalyzing things the way you do. Liam was right, you do insist on overcomplicating things. 

“Hey, earth to Y/n!” Olivia laughs, waving her hand in front of your face. “The game is starting!”

—

The final score flashes on the screen: 4-2, a win for Westheath. The students are going nuts, rushing the field. Olivia and Millie lead the way, pushing through the crowd until you guys reach Rafe and Topper.

“Let’s go boys!!” Olivia yells, jumping up and down with the sea of bodies and beer around you. Rafe and Topper react with equal enthusiasm, pulling each of you in for a hug. You and Rafe are the last to hug, him pulling you in brief but close against his large sweaty body, arms wrapped around you. You don’t even mind the stickiness of the hug, feeling deja vu at the warm feeling of being in his embrace again; a feeling that is foreign yet familiar, one you hadn’t felt before. 

“Did you guys see Rafe’s goal in the second half!?” Topper asks, clapping his friend on the back.

“Of course we did, super star!” Millie cheers, giving Rafe a high five as he humbly shakes his head and laughs at his friends. The mental image of his goal was burned in your head, one that your mind would certainly play for you involuntarily over the next coming days. 

“Alright we gotta go do some stuff with the team, but everyone’s going to Central Bar later. See you guys there?” Rafe asks.

“You got it,” Olivia replies, and they jog off with quick waves, you meeting those blue eyes in silent acknowledgement once again. It was that gaze that always made the rest of the world seem to disappear while his eyes met yours, making your heart skip a beat. He’s just a friend, you remind yourself. Just a tall, attractive, soccer-playing friend…

—

“Y/n! Liv! We’re doing a round!” Jake calls you and Olivia over to where him and Liam are already at the bar, four shot glasses ordered and lined up.

“On three! One, two-“ Liam chants, as the four of you down the alcohol. Central Bar had been buzzing with what felt like half of Westheath’s student body all day. After the game, you and the girls had gone back to your flat to nap and eat, before meeting up with Jake, Liam, and the rest of their boys to head to the bar. Rafe and Topper were already pretty buzzed when you guys got there, playing a round of table tennis with you before the rest of the soccer team and their other friends pulled their attention away. You couldn’t help the way your whole body tensed when Rafe greeted Lily with a tight hug, humbling you with the confirmation that Rafe’s actions toward you weren’t anything special. You resolved yourself to a night of drinking and dancing your worries away with Liv and Liam instead.

“Alright, round of table tennis? You two against me and Y/n?” Liam challenges.

“Please, I saw Y/n playing before, you guys have nothing on us,” Olivia flashes an evil smile, her competitive side coming out.

“Oh it’s on Liv,” you laugh, as your foursome stakes your claim at the pong table. While Olivia and Jake gather the balls and paddles, you notice Liam grimacing off into the distance. You follow his line of sight, landing on Topper and Millie drunkenly dancing together across the bar, a bit too close for comfort.

“What is she doing with that geezer,” he mumbles.

“Liam! Jealousy is unbecoming of you,” you gasp in mock disbelief.

“I’m not jealous,” he scoffs, and you quickly realize that he actually is, even though you had just been joking. Your jaw falls slack as you put two and two together. Liam and Millie were always by each other’s side, at school, at the pub, when you were all watching a movie at his apartment a few nights ago. He would tease her relentlessly and his own words rang in your ears If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what. 

“Shut up! Shut up!,” you whisper yell, hand coming to your mouth. “I should have realized this whole time… of course you like Millie! Everything you’ve been telling me you think exists between me and Rafe has actually been about her! She’s your Uno reverse card!” You’re shocking even yourself at these revelations.

“No no no, you can’t use my own words of wisdom against me, that’s not how this works Y/n. So what, maybe I slightly give a shit about Millie? Who cares. Her and I both know that’s never gonna happen. I still stand by everything I said about you and Rafe so don’t think your getting off so easy on that.”

“Then tell me why you’re staring at Millie while Rafe hasn’t so much as glanced my way since the minute Lily Colts got here, hmm?”

“Oh Y/n, Y/n Y/n Y/n,” Liam tuts, shaking his head laughing as he turns to the game your group of four is about to begin. You don’t have the energy to argue with Liam over the matter right now, oblivious to the fact that Rafe had indeed been glancing your way, several times. In fact, he was glancing at you right now, as Liam reached his arm over yours to help you actually hold the paddle the right way. You just hadn’t been glancing back to notice, scared of what you may or may not see between him and Lily if you did. 

—

The night dies down and it’s time for the pilgrimage back to your building. You’re walking with Millie when Liam quickly falls in step with you two. You give him a knowing smirk, to which he responds with a glare behind Millie’s back, but you let the two banter as you fall behind, now walking alone. You stare ahead, eyes mindlessly settling on Lily walking in between Callum and Henry at the front of the pack. You don’t notice the pair of legs that begin moving in pace next to your own. 

“Tonight, by the way,” Rafe’s voice startles you as you jump next to him. He chuckles at the confusion written all over your face. “You asked last night when we’re watching the next episode. And my answer is tonight, L/n,” he states.

“Haven’t you been up since like the crack of dawn? Aren’t you tired?” you ask incredulously.

“Too tired for Game of Thrones? Never,” he scoffs, Liam’s words ringing in your ear. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what.

“Well then tonight it is,” you smile. “Sorry about the french fries last night by the way,” you say meekly, looking down at the sidewalk in front of you, cheeks burning.

“Seriously L/n, talk about a horrible throw. Room for improvement,” he jokes with a comforting smile, saving you from yourself.

“Good game by the way,” you add, grateful for the way he was letting you off. 

“Thanks,” he looks at you, shoving his hands in his pocket. You turn to look at him too, and after a few moments laughter is taking you both apart. Nothing funny was said. Neither of you knew why you were laughing. And yet it felt natural, not an ounce of awkwardness in the air.

As your whole group walks into the building, people begin to peel off, splitting towards staircases and off elevator stops. 

“I’m fucking beat,” yawns Topper, as you and all your flatmates file into your hall. 

“I’m gonna sleep like a baby tonight,” Millie yawns in agreement. One by one everyone files off into their rooms. You open your door, backing into yours, Rafe across the hall from you backing into his. Laughter tugs at both your faces once again, as you let your doors close. You manage to change into your sweats and brush your teeth before you hear the light rap on your door. Rafe enters, in a t-shirt and gray sweatpants, your weakness. But you feel comfortable being alone with him now. The Rafe jitters had finally began to subside. 

“Alright L/n, episode 4, you ready for this?” he asks, plopping down in his spot next to you. 

“Oh I’m very ready,” you reply, sitting up to reach for your laptop which was resting by your feet. As you lean back, you find yourself in Rafe’s arm. He had extended it out before you sat back, effortlessly catching you against him. His hand rests casually on your arm, and you gulp, pressing play. You pray he can’t feel the way your heartbeat quickens and your body flushes. So much for those jitters being gone. 

The episode plays, you and Rafe making comments here and there before your chatter eventually dies down, leaving just the sound of the show to fill the room. You can feel Rafe’s body lean further and further down, becoming heavier and breathing slower. You very slowly turn to check, and sure enough he’s fast asleep. You sigh, and shut your laptop, careful not to stir him. You could easily shake him awake, tell him to go to his bed, but for some reason you don’t. You don’t mind him here. In fact, you almost prefer it, his body heat keeping you warm. He had already slept over once before and it clearly hadn’t been a big deal, so what was the harm in letting it happen again? You’re just friends after all, you remind yourself, not sure who you’re trying to convince. And so, the two friends fall asleep in the same bed again. 

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A take on Eddie in the fire truck while the fire fam is talking about Buck’s relationship:

Alright I rewatched this scene a couple times just to analyze Eddie and I think it’s just very interesting how given it’s his best friend they’re talking about, he contributes almost nothing. We have Hen and Bobby doing most of the advice giving with Ravi occasionally popping in with a comment.

Hen: “She went home to get some sleep, how is that code for it’s over?” she said while looking at Eddie not Buck.

Eddie’s reaction when Hen said that is to smirk. It’s almost as if he’s enjoying this conversation a little too much but can’t be openly enthusiastic about it. I know they’re somewhat teasing Buck, but the fact that Hen looked over towards Eddie, who in turn smirked like he did was somewhat suspicious to me.

Ravi: “Women flee you..” and before he could even finish that line, we have Eddie actually giggling about this. Eddie has been here in the aftermath of Abby leaving Buck and also here when Ali actually left Buck. He knows this is one of Buck’s fears and what does he do? He giggles! Now look I don’t believe it was malicious it’s just amazing because Eddie is this serious guy most of the time but he’s over here laughing at the aspect of Buck possibly getting dumped. Why would he be enjoying this so much if there wasn’t some sort of ulterior motive? We know Eddie doesn’t like T very much. But perhaps he wants them to break up for other, somewhat selfish reasons? Just something I thought about.

Hen then told Buck that maybe he’s being a little too Buck about this and Eddie responded to that, which is the first actual thing he’s said the entire time regarding this topic.

Eddie: “A little? When was the last time a woman told you she had to go home to wash her hair? 1952?” And he said this was a hint of an attitude to his voice. Like sure he’s teasing Buck but it’s not as innocent as we think. There’s a pointed tone in his voice which shows that he’s somewhat annoyed by this conversation. It reminded me of the kitchen scene™️ when he tells Buck, “Are you seriously gonna make this about you, again?”

Of course Buck eats it up because he loves when Eddie teases him. But it just begs the question, why isn’t Eddie giving more advice on this matter? Why is he just casually looking on and smiling at the appropriate times? To me, Eddie’s smile seemed very forced in a way where he knows he’s gotta be neutral in front of the firefam, so he’s not outwardly happy over the possibility of Buck breaking up with his girlfriend. He can’t be happy about this subject so he’s choosing to just smile at the right places and hope he pulls it off.

Finally when Bobby is giving Buck his advice on what he should do, he mentioned, “You just go with the flow, find yourself in a relationship with no idea how you got there and what to do when things start to go wrong.” Now Eddie’s response to this is where we should focus on.

Eddie immediately follows that with, “Yeah who does that?” He says that before he even looks at Buck, almost like if he said that while looking at him, he’d give things away. Yeah Buck looked over at him in a confused way but it’s because they have this inside joke type thing shared between them that maybe the other fire fam members don’t know about. Or maybe it was Bucks way of looking at Eddie like ‘what are you even talking about you did exactly that.’ Eddie just got out of a relationship where he was with someone and obviously things were going wrong but he didn’t know what to do about it. So he stuck around even though he knew things were bad and they weren’t fulfilling him. And Buck knows this about Eddie hence that shared moment between the two of them. It would’ve been a perfect moment to have Eddie give some kinda advice on what he believes about this topic.

I think it’s very telling that the only things Eddie contributed to the entire conversation were formatted in a teasing tone. It wasn’t like one of their heart to hearts where he was being serious. On the contrary, he was being very teasing which tells me that he was somewhat not having this conversation. Or maybe he just wasn’t taking it seriously because he really doesn’t like Buck with her so his opinions are very biased. I feel the reason for that being is because they were not alone and they were surrounded by their coworkers. If he and Buck were alone, this conversation would have gone in a different way somewhat mirroring their conversation from 5.02. Eddie tends to tease or joke around with people to cover up his true feelings and I really believe that is what he was doing in the scene. I do think there’s obviously something going on with him that he is still repressing and I am very interested to see where his storyline goes next week. 

#eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #the fire fam #911 meta #buddie meta

[bonny-kookoo]

Pretty Girl (J.JK x Reader)🎀💜☁️🔞

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: (oh boy here we go on this one) good old sprinkle of angst, non-penetrative sex, foreplay, steamy make out session, mild DDLG themes, Dom/Sub dynamics, Dom!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, Subspace, Teasing, Suggestive gestures, dirty talk, really, like JK can’t shut up smh, Koo is getting kinda rough with GG, sex in the kitchen twice (again), shower sex (pls stay safe), protected sex (again, we wrap it up in this economy and you should too), edging, cumplay, aftercare (a warning bc he’s so soft you might melt fam) yeah I think that’s it

Summary: an accident such as yours mainly affects you, that’s a fact. But people around you, especially Jungkook, may have been more unsettled by the events than he lets on.

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl

During your recovery, Jungkook had changed a bit. It was a slow process, yet you noticed the fine details in the way he would treat you a little differently. It wasn't a bad change in any way- you guessed it was just because of the shock he'd gotten after the accident, which was totally understandable. Your dynamic had always been quite cliche in a way, with his bad-boy persona and your gentle nature. He seemed like the big bad wolf while you were the red riding hood, innocent and emotional. But you wouldn't have it any other way.

So how exactly did things change? Well, he wouldn't leave you alone for starters. It wasn't like he didn't give you space or anything, but he was more.. needy in terms of skinship. Whenever he played video games for example, he'd sit you on his lap, have you sit in between his legs with your back against his chest, or simply your head on his thighs when you were taking a nap or reading on your phone. When you both slept he'd be more clingy towards you than before, always reaching out to either hold your hand or have an arm around your middle. He started to become almost dependent on your affection and attention, and it was cute, you admitted that; yet it also made you worry a bit. It has been a week since you had gotten your stitches removed, yet he still seemed on edge. You hoped it would dissolve over time, yet you told yourself to talk to him about it if it continued. Something was going on in his head, that much you knew, but what exactly it was you didn't.

Getting back from grocery shopping, you immediately went to take one of the bags out of Jungkooks' carrying hand, one which held the ingredients for todays dinner in it. Yet he raised it up, making you pout. "Ah-ah Babygirl, 'lemme unpack the other bag and then we'll cook." He said, and you nodded, a bit suspicious. His culinary skills weren't.. too impressive if you were being completely honest. He knew how to cook ramen in his sleep at this point, but that was pretty much it. He'd also never shown much interest in cooking before, happily watching you cook- and that was fine with you too. You always found cooking and baking almost therapeutic, making something giving you a feeling of success you would crave on days were you felt low.

Yet once he'd unpacked everything, putting all the items into their proper place, it got obvious that this time around, you wouldn't cook anything. Because just as you had started to get out a cutting board, strong arms suddenly wrapped around your middle, his nose brushing over the crook of your neck playfully. He slowly walked you away from where you were trying to work, and backed you up against the counter next to where you'd put the cutting board. "Jungkookie I gotta cook-" You whined, but he wasn't having it.

"Nop, come on. Up." He said, but his eyes didn't hold the usual impish spark they usually had whenever he had something different in mind. You complied, simply because it was an instinct at this point, and he grabbed your hips to help you sit on the counter. "Tell me what I need to do, and I'll cook." He said, already searching for a knife. You furrowed your brows at him.

"Jungkook you never cook." You questioned, leaning your head to the side to show your confusion. He chuckled at that, mumbling something about maybe needing to change that, when you were suddenly grabbing his wrist which held the knife, making his head snap to it in horror. He was about to say something when you moved the hand to cup his cheek. Now it was his turn to be confused. "What's really going on 'Koo?" You asked, and his tongue started to move against the inner lining of his cheek, pulling his lower lip between his teeth- a sign that he was clearly nervous. "Is it still because of what happened? I'm fine Kookie, really." You said, and he sighed, placing his larger hand on your thigh, thumb slowly running in circles over your skin. He did kind of looked like a kid getting lectured, yet it also showed you that you were hitting a nerve. "Don't get me wrong, I love how close you keep me these days, and I adore how gentle you are with me, but 'Koo.." you said, making him look at you. "You're not being yourself." You said, and he ran the hand that wasn't occupied through his hair.

"I actually don't know either." He grumbled, yet you knew he wasn't being too honest. Your gaze was still demanding, needing a proper answer, and he suddenly sat down at the kitchen table, head in his hands. You carefully jumped down the counter- well, not really jumping but sliding off with one foot reaching for the floor to balance you. The doctors told you getting the entire functionality of your legs back would take a while, and you still needed physiotherapy every week, but that didn't mean that you always took their advice. You usually got your ass smacked by karma personally though, as you would get punished with agonizing muscle cramps if you overdid it during the day. Jungkook would gently massage your legs if it happened, a worried and almost apologetic glint in his eyes whenever he did it, always the hero who wants to take the pain away- though he couldn't, and that made him feel helpless, useless even. He's still feeling guilty, yet he's also not talking about it, dancing around the topic as if he had to try and explain to his parents that he'd gotten someone pregnant on accident. It felt uncomfortable since he never truly had to stand up for his mistakes, and even now he technically didn't have to since it wasn't even his fault- but he felt like he did. "I'm having nightmares." He mumbled lowly, face still in his hands. You sat down next to him, unsure what to do.

You decided you would give him the same treatment whenever you had a nightmare back when you were younger; your mother a firm believer that these unpleasant dreams could only be resolved if you talked about them. "Tell me about them." You said, not asking like you usually would. He shook his head, taking a deep breath as if he would prepare himself to bury the pictures again until he'd eventually had to face them tonight again. He didn't tell you, but he never really slept an entire night ever since you'd gotten back from the hospital. He would wake up in a cold night's sweat, craving to turn the lights on like a frightened child in fear of not being awake yet, yet he only settled with shining his phone screen on your form, calming himself down by counting every breath you took, each one proof that you were okay, that you were just fine, that you were still beside him. "Koo please. I wanna help you.." You pleaded, a soft whine to your voice, slowly making cracks in his walls. You sat down on the floor next to his slightly turned chair, making him snap his gaze at you, wondering what you were doing. You simply placed your hands on his thigh, your chin resting on them to look up at him with puppy eyes. Maybe this would make him talk. He chuckled, patting his lap after scooting back a bit. You gladly sat down on his thigh, legs dangling between his, his arm resting around your middle, fingers playing nervously with the hem of your skirt.

"They're about you." He started, swallowing, eyes not meeting yours. You decided to just lay your head on his shoulder, hugging his chest and making it easier for him to talk by not looking at him. "It's either- like.. sometimes it's the moment I ran to you when.. when you were uh.. laying on the sidelines you know? But I can't.." He took a breath, now tightening his grip on the small part of fabric. "I can't get to you I just- you're-.. I can't get closer, all I see is that young dude trying to like, do something, this like- Urgh I don't remember the word for it like- this shit where you push onto your chest to keep your heart beating, you know, that stuff.." His voice is wavering a bit you start to notice. You simply nod into his neck, giving him a sign that you're listening. "It always ends with the ambulance arriving, and they- fuck.. they just put this trashbag shit over you and I- god. I.." His voice gets a bit higher, a sign that he's close to tears. Yet you let him go on. "The uhm.. the other one is, like.." He inhales deeply again, and you tighten your grip on him, making him let go of your skirt, but instead put both his arms around you. "I'm like, at a churche and, oh god, you're like, in a casket, I know it's you, but every time I want to look inside the fucking thing closes, like, slams onto my hands, and I wake up. Like when you dream of these weird staircases where you stumble you know and you like wake up instantly." He said, hand moving to gently run through your hair.

"Do you still feel guilty about it?" You asked softly, quietly, because you didn't need to be louder due to the amount of distance you both only had. He simply nodded his head, still looking down. You knew it wouldn't help him if you went on and on about how it wasn't his fault at all, how he had no say in things like that whatsoever, that no one had, because that was exactly what hurt him. Jungkook was a bit cliche when it came to things like these; he wanted and craved control, he needed it to ground himself, which may was the reason he felt so comfortable and good around you. You both fit together perfectly because of this, since you came from a family where independence was taught from a very early age, having a father who'd demanded you to move out as soon as you had turned 18, and a mother who showed you how to run a household when you were just a little girl. While he loved being in control, you craved to let go and be lead without having to fear to be used like you'd been before. Yet right now exactly this character trait of his was making him feel miserable. "That's fine." You finally said, making him hum, urging you to explain that statement. "It's okay that you feel bad, it's understandable." You mumbled, nuzzling the crook of his neck. "Wake me up next time please. You wake me up when you have nightmares, and I'll let you carry me around as much as you want-"

"Deal." He said with a smirk, happy that the tension was finally snapping and letting go, clearing the air around you both. He indeed felt a bit lighter now, as typical as it sounded. Yet you always knew what to say, and it felt good to talk about it, that was something he had to admit. "I love you." He blurted out, and he could practically feel your cheeks heat up against his skin. He chuckled, hand slowly creeping under your soft sweater, caressing your bare skin underneath until he could feel the edge of your bra. You knew what he was hinting at, by now familiar with his need to be close to you after moments like these. It was times like this when he felt most vulnerable yet also the most sensitive to things- like a nerve stripped bare of its fleshy armor. It may seemed odd, but it was his way of grounding himself again, giving his pride and overall confidence a restart after having him expose his feelings like this. You happily agreed, nosing at his neck before kissing, making him smile. His hand opened your bra with well practiced movements, before he slipped his hand underneath the cup, caressing your breast in a gentle gesture.

You moved around a bit, spreading your legs over his lap to dangle off his thighs, palms stopping your hands from moving your sweater over your head. "uh-uh baby, you're gonna get cold." He mumbled before leaning in to kiss your lips, immediately feeling a sense of euphoria he would've never thought he could feel from a gesture like this alone. You whined a bit, but he simply deepened the kiss, tongue demanding entrance you happily gave him. Your hips moved on their own, yet it was in vain with how far he'd your legs spread, not giving you any chance of friction. He loved how your hands moved to only grip the hem of his jeans, yet not going further- it wasn't that you didn't want to, oh hell you did- but recently, he'd started to give you certain rules. Just for fun of course, mostly his, but you had agreed to them, so it was your fault of you wanted to complain- which you certainly didn't. He loved how it just added to his ego, yet it also filled him with a sense of even more will to protect you. If that made sense. "Hm? What is it?" He mumbled between his kisses, eyes still closed, as well as yours. They only opened a fraction once you whined, mumbling something he didn't hear clearly enough. "Louder princess. I can't hear you." He said, a teasing tone to it.

"I said uh.." You started, looking at him, eyes almost hazy. He loved this look on you, as if you slipped into a different mindset around him. He knew by now that you actually did, he'd read about it online, and he felt powerful yet also filled with pride on how much trust you had in him to let yourself go like that. "I said can I please have it?" You mumbled out, cheeks read and oh so endearing to him. He smiled at that, moving his hand over your cheek, having you lean into it like a touch starved animal.

"Good girl. Can you say it clearer though? What do you want?" He asked, and you slowly lowered your gaze, mumbling something incoherent again, and he chuckled. "Alright alright, small steps. We're getting there." Jungkook had started to make it a regular thing to try and get you to communicate with him more clearly, even in a state like this. After all the mishaps you both had in the past due to bad communication between you, he decided that things needed to change. He slowly placed your hands on his shoulders so you couldn't slip off of him, and carefully unbuckled his belt. "Hm.. but I can't put it in baby, you know that right?" He said gently, and you nodded, even if you pouted a bit. It wasn't that he didn't want to go bare, but you didn't take birth control because you hated any form of pills, and he understood that, never pressuring you. He however didn't believe in 'pulling-out' being a good idea since he knew he would never be able to control himself to this extend- so you both agreed on using condoms, just to be safe. Both of you were definitely not ready to parents yet, that was for sure. "Alright." He said, grabbing your skirt and moving the fabric out of the way so your underwear was exposed to him. The darkened fabric was already glistening as he playfully ran two fingers over the spot, making you whine and shift around impatiently. Laughing again he pulled himself out of his underwear, before grabbing your behind and showing you closer to him until his length pushed against your folds, finally giving you a form of release. you wrapped your arms around his neck, moving your hips while he made sure to push himself against you in a similar rhythm. breathing heavily, the tension began to rise around you, air feeling stuffy and thick as he squeezed your behind with both hands, grumbling sounds of pleasure against your neck, mouthing against your skin. He was quick to get both of you to the edge, shamelessly letting himself cum over your underwear as he sighed contently. You seemed to get sleepy, arms pulling him closer, whining when he moved you to get down from his lap. "We only had a small breakfast to eat, and I won't let my princess starve in this household." He mumbled, speaking to you in a deep and low voice you could drown yourself in. His gaze fell on your inner thigh, still glistening from his and your releases, and he stood up, playfully slapping a Hand against your butt. "Now go you messy baby, first to get clean gets to eat the leftover shortcake!" He said in excitement, and you wordlessly ran (still a bit wobbly, but way better than weeks prior) to your bedroom, Jungkook gladly letting you win.

"Are you sure I'm not supposed to lift the lid- OW!" Jungkooks intense need to look and check on everything was funny, but also nervwrecking to say the least. He wouldn't even let the pasta cook in peace, constantly trying to lift the lid- even though you told him several times before that no, they won't burn, and yes, the lid is indeed very hot. You had the lid a little tilted so the steam could escape a bit better, and you had told him seemingly a hundred times prior to just leave it like that, but this was Jungkook we were talking about. The lid clattered a bit as it closed on top of the pot, he himself sheepishly turned around to you who stood behind him, looking at him with a gaze that clearly said 'I told you so'. Yet he would never truly listen to you, as funny as that would be. "You gotta kiss it better now!" He exclaimed, and you laughed at his wide eyed look as he held his pointer and middle finger in your direction, the tips of his digits slightly red. You kind of wanted to tell him not to be a crybaby about it, but two could play his games of teasing- and you felt proud at the way his eyes widened even further with the next bold move you made. Typically you never did things like this, but over time you had slowly become more and more comfortable around him, giving you more and more confidence and ease in your actions around him. Proof of that had been the fact that you had started to grow more self-assured whenever you gave him oral- something you had never thought you'd do before being with him. Gabbing his hand with both of yours, you kissed the tips of his fingers before boldly placing them insider your mouth, soft lips closing around them. His pupils dilated dangerously, and this was one of those moment's you could've sworn his entire eyeshape changed- his typical doe eyes becoming slender and sharp, as he pushed his fingers down on your tongue, making you open your mouth. His own lips parted a bit at the sight, the way you showed him such an amount of pure submissiveness making him feel almost high of some sort- yet the moment was broken at the sizzling sound of the water dripping down the sides of the pot, the closed lid making the water foam angrily down onto the stove.

You both had split apart from one another like it was your hands touching the hot plate and not the water, and the way you scrambled to turn around and pretend like setting the table was the most interesting thing to do. Jungkook had swallowed hard, grabbing the red and blue oven mitts to take the pot from the heat source, shutting the oven down and draining the pasta. You meanwhile had to calm yourself down, now in a weird state of- well, what was is? Embarrassment maybe? Possible. Yet you didn't have time to think about it much when you heard the fabric of the gloves Jungkook had used to not get burned, hitting the stone counter with a little more force than they should. The man in question had stormed out of the kitchen, leaving you worried that maybe something had happened- automatically assuming that it was your wrongdoing that had set him off. Studying the wooden surface of the dining table, still bare of any porcelain you should've put out by now, you didn't notice how he'd crept into the room again, hard gaze and frustrated features. You only did too late when his hands had already turned you around by your shoulders, hooking underneath your arms to place you ontop of the table with ease. With almost comically wide eyes you stared at his- a look of determination sparkling behind their dark color. "Oh you thought you could get away with that pretty girl?" He almost growled, a rough edge to the low tone of his voice. "Thought you could just tease me like that, hm?" He said, suddenly not too concerned about you getting cold as he swept the soft sweater over your head, making quick work of your bra underneath with frustrated noises when your arm couldn't escape one of the straps fast enough. His hands instantly kneaded at the flesh, relishing in the soft feel of them before he dipped his head down, leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck, hands wandering lower until they moved to caress the backs of your thighs. "Hm pretty girl is getting playful isn't she?" He mumbled, chuckling darkly before moving his head away to stand to his full height, pulling on your knees to have your behind almost slip over the edge. You made a surprised sound at this, scared you'll fall off when he hushed you, tipping his head to the side a bit impishly, almost a teasing ghost of a smile on his lips. "Oh? Not so bold now aren't you baby?" He said, looming over you again, his hard on present against your core, making you move your hips, testing if it would be enough friction. He raised an eyebrow at this, hand coming down on your hip to still you. "If you wanna stop just say 'red', okay princess?" His voice was sincere, a bit higher even as he spoke to you, face serious. You whined, not in the mood to talk, but he moved a hand to still your face, grabbing around your chin softly. "No baby, I need an answer. Loud and clear this time." He said, and you pouted at him, yet complied, telling him that you understood. It was a little heartwarming to see his concern even in a situation like that if you weren't so turned on at this point. He smiled, before he removed your skirt, impatiently shoving your damp panties down your legs, not bothering for you to kick them off at this point. Grabbing the fabric of the back of his shirt he pulled it over his head in a swift move, hair a mess over his eyes, barely giving you enough view of his gaze. Your eyes trailed over his tattoos, mesmerized every time you saw them. His muscles flexed underneath his skin as he pulled his jeans down together with his underwear, deep V-line standing out against the rest of his bodily structure. He grabbed something next to your head before opening the foil package, rolling the latex protection over his length quickly before moving your legs to fold over your body to rest against your stomach, eyes locked with yours for any signs of discomfort. When he found none, he moved his attention lower, pupils dilating at the view of your very center so ready for him. Not even needing to get himself any harder than he already was since your small situation just minutes prior, he entered you in a slow motion, bathing in the view of his manhood disappearing inside you inch by inch, your whines serving as the music accompanying the scene for him. Oh he knew he'd never get tired of that view, he could happily die with this picture as his last in front of his eyes. Your hands reached for his, interlacing your fingers with his, himself using this to his advantage to keep you as close to him as possible as he picked up his pace. He didn't care about the legs of the table complaining a bit as they scraped over the kitchen tiles with the force he started to put into his motion, mind too deep into the moment to think about that right now. His thoughts were absolutely occupied by you, everything about you- the fact your skin always seemed to glow, looking and feeling so soft underneath his fingers, a perfect match for your equally delicate personality hidden underneath all that physique. "Ah-" He sighed, never letting neither of you have a break. "You're all mine, all mine.." He breathed out, until you squeezed his hands a bit, making him look up at you. You didn't say anything yet he could spot a bit of discomfort behind your eyes, slowing down a bit to let you breathe better. "Hng.. legs-" You started, and Jungkook looked at you, waiting for you to continue. "..they'gettin tingly.." You said, and he could see how hard it was for you to really form any coherent thought, let alone form a sentence. Yet he only smiled, moving you both around a bit, stretching your legs out before he entered you again, this time a bit more comfortably for you. "Good job Baby, thank you- ah- thanks for telling me.." He mumbled, kissing your lips desperately before his hand grabbed your chin again, opening your mouth for him to explore. His hands held you securely by the back of your knees, his hair starting to cling to his forehead with the help of his sweat which was slowly building up at this point. He breathed heavily, eyes never leaving your form, drinking you in like he was a parched man roaming the desert. Surely, your whines started to stretch longer and longer, an indication that you were getting close, making Jungkook pick up his pace, huffing a bit as his own release drew closer as well. The way your legs pulled out of his grasp, your core clenching around him had him spill his load inside the condom, groaning as he did so, gulping down breaths alongside you who laid flat on the table in front of him, his body only held up by his forearms above you, forehead resting on your collarbone. He chuckled after a bit, before finally standing up again. "We should really stop fucking in the kitchen." He said between a laugh, and you looked at him scandalously as if you wanted to deny having any part in this. "Oh don't look at me like that, you enjoyed it too!" He said, helping you stand up for a short moment before he placed his arm underneath your knees, the other supporting your back behind your shoulders. Carrying had seemingly never been an issue for him, no matter how exhausted he might seemed sometimes.

Walking into the bathroom, you went to do your business, (Jungkook insisting you did, even though you had told him you didn't have to pee) and the young man started the shower, water not as hot as he would like it to be, since he knew that you didn't like too hot showers- you were more for hot baths, something he was wary off after you had overdone it one time and went dizzy afterwards. After that situation, he would always sneakily check the water temperature before you would enter, sometimes adding cold water to it so you wouldn't overheat like last time. When you didn't join him after a bit, he peeked his head out of the patterned glass doors, spotting you sitting on the closed toilet seat, seemingly waiting. He chuckled, waving his hand to catch your attention. "Come on doll, we gotta save water, be all environment friendly 'n shit." He said laughing, and you walked over to him inside the shower to let the water fall onto both of you. He immediately grabbed a bottle of yours and his favorite body wash, rubbing his hands together with the lotion between it to warm it up as to not startle you, before he grabbed the purple loofah from the side, lathering it in the soap before he ran it across your backside, careful and completely immersed into the task at hand. He made sure not to scrub as relentless and speedy as he would on his own body, making sure to rinse the foam off of you as well. Something that always got to him was just how petite you looked compared to himself; his hands had started to get a bit rough from working so much these days, a stark contrast to your soft skin. He was fascinated by the very slight and faded scars you had on your skin, all hidden like these 'spot the cat between the owl' pictures. There was one on your arm near the side of your wrist; a burn you had told him before when you had started to work at a bakery. He could spot another one behind your ear, a mark that had wandered overtime, the only real evidence of when you fell off a tree when you were six. Then there were the most recent ones, still bright and present, a stitched line above your right hipbone, as well as some healed scratches all over that side of your body- but these small cracks in your porcelain form would heal completely, they would fade just like the pain he'd felt that day. When he turned you around to wash your front, even though you told him you could do it, he spotted different marks. Like the small birthmarks littered like stars forming a constellation, or the stretch marks most present on the inside of your upper thighs- something you hated, yet he saw them as proof that your body has grown, that you could even catch your own skin by surprise at this point. Whenever his hand ran over that part he could faintly feel the dents, yet it didn't gross him out at all. It made him feel fascinated, because all of this was proof that you were indeed a human being, and not the angle he always found himself mistaking you as. Gently, you took the loofah from him, using his own bodywash, before you repeated the same task on him. He smiled softly down on you, humored by the fact that you had to look up to actually reach his shoulders. Just as you were about to tell him to turn around, his eyes suddenly sharpened impishly, as he reached out to pull on the shower controls, switching to the detachable showerhead instead of the overhead one. For the first time he himself had no intention of satisfying himself in a sense of traditional release, but in another way. As he tapped his shoulders for you to grab onto so you wouldn't fall, he slowly pushed the showerhead against your center, your squeaks and the way your fingers gripped onto his flesh feeding his inner predatory soul. He increased the amount of water flowing through the silver-striped waterhose, the pressure on your delicate nerves leveling up simultaneously. You tried to close your legs but to no avail, the metal not giving away against your soft muscles. Your entrance clenched around nothing as your bundles suddenly snapped like a rubber band pulled too hard, leaving you yelping as you almost jumped at Jungkook, trying to escape his weapon of pleasure and the oversensitivity- but he had reacted fast enough, lowering the pressure so that you could ride it out pleasently, whining a bit while taking deep, shuddering breaths, your arms now locked around his neck, head against his chest. He smiled, the view and action giving him enough satisfaction that he didn't even think about you returning the favor.

After Dinner, you both had made yourself at home on your shared bed, watching a random drama on his scratched up laptop, him sometimes groaning at the fact that the charging cable disconnected randomly sometimes, darkening the screen for a second until he rearranged the already taped cable. You had offered to get your laptop from the other room, but he didn't want you to get up, telling you that it worked just fine. At some point you had yawned, eyes closing for the fraction of seconds it seemed, but in reality it was for more than three, sometimes more. Jungkook noticed how increasingly tired you got, kissing your head before he closed the laptop after pausing the video. He set it down onto the floor next to the bed, shutting off the light and pulling the covers over your bodies, arms immediately reaching around your body, pulling you close. "Hey, 'Koo?" You said after a bit, now awake again after remembering something. He hummed, giving you an indication that he was listening. "..nevermind. Goodnight." He hummed again, before he moved, snapping on the light next to the bed, pushing himself up on his elbow.

"Come on." He said, and you turned around, looking at him with squinted eyes because of the light.

You stared at his neck as you talked. "I dunno.. didn't you want something too, like, when we were in the shower.?" You asked, and he shook his head no. "But like, now I feel bad cause only I got something and you didn't.." You said, and he simply smiled.

"Nah. Its okay really." He said, but your pouting face said otherwise. "Hm.. I mean, I guess there's something I always kind of wanted.." He said, and your eyes widened at that, sparkling with the challenge he just declared to you. He loved how much you trusted him, not even knowing what he was implying, yet already willing to go all in just for his happiness and approval for you. He moved, looming over you. "I'm gonna be pretty mean though.." He said, voice low as he tipped his head to the side a bit, feigning innocence. "..you think pretty girl can take it?" he sing-songed, chuckling at your nodding after his question, and he soon made his hands roam under your shirt running over your chest, feeling your soft buds beginning to peak at his sensual touch, your body already responding to him. He really didn't need anything from you at all, the way you were giving yourself to him had been payment enough, yet he also couldn't hide his own need of being a little selfish once in a while. There certainly were things roaming around in his head that he wanted to turn into reality, yet the perfect timing to talk about it had never been quite right. Now could be the time though. You nodded cutely at him, and he grinned like the wolf in the red riding hood story, ready to feast on his prey like the canine predator pictured in the books. Yet the way he would be devouring you would proof to be way more sinful than what those stories could've ever told about. As he began to push his knee in between your legs, letting you grind against his bare skin through the cloth of your underwear like the desperate being you were, even if you were on the verge of falling asleep just seconds ago, he sighed at the way your face relaxed in pleasure, head pushing a little into the soft pillows underneath, hands reaching for his skin to get any form of physical contact you could get. He grabbed you by your wrists, pushing them into the soft sheets on the mattress you both laid on, ripping his knee and your only source of friction and pleasure away from you as soon as he noticed that you were close. You whined at this, pouting at him as you slowly connected the dots in your head, finally coming to the conclusion of what his intentions would be for the night; and he cooed at you teasingly. "Oh, what is it pretty girl?" He said, brushing your hair back to reveal the entirety of your face to him. "You said you'd take it didn't you? Or did my good girl lie to me, hm?" He hummed, eyes slimming down to slits, his dominating demeanor finally coming to the surface; a fact that you could not yet place as good or bad. "I don't think you did, princess. Good girls never lie.." He chimed, slowly ridding yourself of your underwear, pulling them down your legs until he deemed enough time had passed to continue for the second attempt. This time his hand found its way downtown, reaching between your already shimmering legs to push two of his fingers insider your core, gentle movements way too slow to actually push you anywhere near over the edge. It was like standing on a bridge; you could see the deep waters below, but the railings would always keep you from falling. He was relentless, ever the tease, feeding off of your desperate soft please under your breath, wanting, no needing to hear them more clearly. So once he felt you get close for another time, he sped up his movements for a second, making you wheep out before he pulled away as if burned, pushing his knees between your legs so you were forced to stay open and bare like that, breaths coming out short and cut to pieces. He hushed you again, gently running his warm hand over your lower abdomen, thumb running in circles just below your navel, as he loomed over you again, his hair falling onto your forehead, curled strands tickling your skin. Your eyes were closed shut, frustrated huffs of air escaping you as you peeked one eye open at him, making him chuckle. "Hm.. not quite there yet I think." He mumbled, his thumb pulling your lower lip from between your teeth, opening your mouth for him to kiss you deeply for a moment, helping your body and mind to calm down for a bit. It did nothing to soothe your lower regions, but it did help you to ground yourself at least a little bit, before he moved his body again, this time hooking your legs over his broad shoulders by the back of your knees, grinning sheepishly at you from his spot on his stomach facing your core, licking his lips before he placed his mouth against you, tongue making its way over your most sensitive bundle of nerves in a slow and agonizing motion. He took his time, playing around for a while just how he thought was fitting, eating away like a starved man who was trying to savor every little bite, before he pulled away with a wet noise, just before you could slip from his grasp. You sobbed drily without tears, pleading loudly this time, before he changed his position yet again, pushing his length inside as slow as he could, staying inside of you for a moment, before pulling out again, grabbing a condom from the bedside table and putting it on, chuckling as his own hips bucked a bit at the sheer sensitivity he'd gained at this point. He pushed inside after a bit again, careful not to touch your pulsing pearl as to not accidentally let you cum, bringing himself to a short release before he reached for your hands which clenched the sheets so tightly he was scared you'd hurt yourself. As soon as the still sensitive tip of his length had gently popped out of you, he could see the way your legs quivered, trying to desperately close up, get any sort of friction, tight hole clenching around nothing; it was an almost magical sight to him, really. He moved his hand over your center, gathering the slick of your body and moving his hand all the way to your chest, softly running his digits over the smooth flesh of one of your breast, humming gentle tunes to you. „Hm, you’re doing so well, you’re so good for me, that’s the last one okay?“ he hummed to you, eyes softening at your glistening ones, tears of frustration gathering over your eyes, clouding and blurring his image for you until you blinked them away, letting them run down your cheeks. The back of his other hand gathered them before they could travel far, wiping them away and kissing your cheeks in return, smile on his lips never wavering. „You’re so, so so good, gonna stop being mean now, okay doll?“ he said and you shook your head yes frantically, making him chuckle. „Then lemme see you fly little dove..” he mumbled, catching you by surprise as he shoved himself back inside you were he felt like he belonged, his pace relentless, inked hand reaching between your bodies to glide over your already pulsating pearl below. Your neck pushed your head into the pillows beneath, mouth opening in a silent scream, as your back arched into his chest, his eyes never leaving your form as you came with the feeling of pure euphoria. And even though it had only lasted seconds, the view alone had made him release as well, mouth frantically attaching to your neck, mouthing at the skin, biting, groaning, his entire body reacting to the way your hands scrambled to hold onto him, thighs shaking, legs pulling him closer. He truly had been a pure moron to miss out on a feeling like this before; yet he was sure that he could only fly that high with you as his wings. It has never happened before to him, but he actually came again as well, surprising himself which made him moan in a pitch higher than usual. He gasped, falling down next to you after he discarded the condom into the bin next to the bed, pulling you close immediately, needing to have you against his skin.

Jungkook was a man who only knew how to convey his feelings sexually. He never was someone to enjoy physical affection like cuddling or kissing, he was clumsy with his words, and he always found typical dates cliche and cringey. Yet he caught himself like this again, with your body in his arms, the window letting in the sun from outside, warm light creating glowing patterns on your exposed skin mimicking the stripes of the blinds. He couldn't help but feel like this was the most aesthetic thing he'd ever seen, wanting to take a picture of it but also not wanting to move and wake you in the process. This was your doing, the way he slowly changed over time, growing more and more into a person he actually started to like whenever he looked into the mirror. He no longer was the guy that stared back at him with eyes full of judgement, but a young man who's gaze was full of determination and confidence. And slowly this confidence wasn't just a mask, but genuine. And it made him sigh with a smile, closing his eyes to catch some more sleep with you and maybe even meet you in his dreams.

"Why are my shirts pink?!"

"You put my red skirt into the wash with the white laundry I guess?"

"Wait ...you're not supposed to do that?"

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Unexpected Encounters (Eren Yeager x Reader)

Part 1: Long Time, No See

An unexpected encounter one night reunites you with someone you haven't seen in a long time, but have also never quite forgotten about. (College/Modern AU).

Rating: Mature for now, but will probably change to explicit. (18+ only)

Warnings: Some cursing in this part, but otherwise no warnings. Let me know if you find anything else I should tag, though!

A/N: This is kinda something I’ve been writing for fun, haha, so I hope you enjoy!

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It was the summer before your first year of college.

A summer that was a whirlwind of planning, buying everything you could think of that you might need, and saying goodbye to old friends.

You were equal parts nervous and excited. You were looking forward to getting away from the people at your high school, four years having been quite enough time with all of them, but you were also sad to be leaving the friends you had made. Anxiety about leaving home for the first time was also beginning to creep up as you got closer to move-in day. Needless to say, it was a stressful time.

You took a deep breath as you looked around your room. There was still so much that needed to be done, but it was such a nice day outside. You couldn’t bring yourself to focus on getting your shit together for school when you were missing out on your last summer before your first stage of adulthood.

Instead of packing, you walked over to the desk in your room where your phone was sitting and called your best friend Sasha. It was unfortunate, but you and Sasha had completely different interests when it came to academics, so when it was time to choose a college, you both ended up choosing rather different schools. Coming to terms with the fact that Sasha was not going to be there for you in-person everyday was perhaps one of the most difficult things about preparing to go off to college.

The line rang three times before Sasha picked up, her muffled greeting indicating that she was snacking on something, as per usual.

“What’s up?” she asked after swallowing her food. “Finished packing?”

You sighed and looked around your room which was a mess of boxes and clothes strewn around the floor that you were trying to decide whether or not to take with you.

“Nope. I’m procrastinating,” you said almost proudly. “This summer has gone by way too fast. I really thought I’d have more time to do everything.”

“Ugh, same,” Sasha groaned as she took another bite of whatever it was she was snacking on. “I take back what I said about wanting to further my education.”

You laughed and said, “I think it’s too late for that. Besides, don’t all freshmen get the unlimited meal plan at your school?”

Sasha squealed and you could feel her joy through the phone.

“YES!” she exclaimed. “And there are four dining halls to choose from. FOUR!”

“I’m happy for you and your culinary college journey,” you replied, feeling like you were really going to miss having your best friend around.

You heard a noise in the background that sounded like Sasha’s father, and sure enough, a second later Sasha said, “I’m happy for me, too, but hey, I gotta go. Fam requires my assistance.”

You nodded even though she couldn’t see you through the phone. “Go assist. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Alrighty, love you,” Sasha said and then hung up.

As you put your phone back down on the desk, you couldn’t help but feel a little sad. You only had a week before it was time to drive for four hours to your new home, and you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You still didn’t want to pack, and Sasha was busy so hanging out with her was also not an option.

Eventually, you sighed and stood up to face the inevitable: you had to pack, or at least organize your things. Before getting started, you walked over to the window next to your bed and looked outside. The sun was beginning to set, and it was still such a nice day. You pulled the window open to let in the warm summer breeze, and you heard the pleasant rustling of the leaves on the tree outside of your room.

After a few hours of packing, dinner, and watching Netflix, the sun had set completely, and you felt exhausted. You went to your dresser to put on an old, oversized t-shirt before going to the bathroom to complete your nighttime routine.

Once you were finished, you got into bed, pulled the covers over you, and soon enough you were fast asleep.

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A loud noise.

You stirred in your sleep, not quite waking.

But then you heard another noise, and you sat up and opened your eyes, blinking them a few times to try and process your surroundings better. You looked around your room and didn’t see anything.

You felt a breeze and then realized that you had forgotten to close the window before going to bed. Deciding that the noise had been something from outside, you pushed your bed covers off of yourself to get up and close the window.

Only, as soon as your feet hit the ground and you took a step forward, you tripped over something on the floor and landed right on top of it. You groaned in pain, but before you could look to see what it was you had tripped on, an unfamiliar voice resonated throughout your bedroom.

“Ow, Jean. What the fuck?!”

You immediately froze. That was a person who just spoke. There was a person in your bedroom. A person you didn’t know, at least not by their voice.

After a few seconds, you got yourself together and quickly scrambled away from whoever it was lying on your bedroom floor. You stood up so you were looking down at them.

“Who are you?” you demanded, trying to keep the terrified edge out of your voice. Your eyes still hadn’t adjusted to the dark room so you couldn’t get a good look at their face.

The person moved, presumably to sit up, and then there was a pause.

“What do you mean ‘who am I?’ Who are you?” the stranger demanded back.

You scoffed. “This is my room dumbass. Get out. Now.”

Whoever it was in your room made a noise of confusion, and you walked around your bed to turn on the lamp. It filled your room with a soft light.

When you walked back around to the other side of your bed, the stranger had stood up, but their back was turned to you. All you could see was brown hair tied into a loose, messy bun.

“This isn’t Jean’s room,” they remarked and then whipped around to face you.

“Hey, where the fuck am I?”

You stood still as you finally got a look at the stranger’s face. Although it had been a long time, you’d recognize those bright green eyes anywhere.

“Eren?” you asked in astonishment.

Eren’s eyes widened slightly, and you were more than a little surprised when he said your name in return. You were sure after six years he would’ve forgotten it— forgotten you. You had been nothing more than classmates, after all.

Eren stood for a few seconds, but then his face broke out into a grin.

“Damn. It’s been a long time,” he said your name again, and as he continued to look at you, you were suddenly reminded of how you must have looked. You had only worn an oversized shirt to bed. Thankfully, it covered the upper half of your thighs, but you still felt yourself wishing you had more clothes on, as Eren was completely dressed in black sweats, a grey t-shirt, and sneakers.

As you looked at his face, you couldn’t help but recognize how much he had changed over the last few years. You met him when you were just twelve years old and in junior high. His child-like features had disappeared completely, and he was nothing like the boy you remembered.

For starters, Eren had grown— a lot. His voice was deeper, which was why you weren’t able to recognize it earlier. His facial features were also much more defined, his cheekbones and jawline now standing out. And perhaps the most remarkable thing about Eren’s appearance was the fact that he had chosen to grow his hair out. Your memories of Eren were of a boy with short brown hair and green eyes, though those were still the same, running around as he played with his friends at school.

You only let yourself look at him for a few more seconds before addressing the issue that had woken you in the first place.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, still so very confused about how he managed to make it into your bedroom of all places.

Eren rubbed a hand on the back of his neck looking slightly embarrassed.

“Oh, right,” Eren said and laughed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you or anything. I think I must’ve gotten the address confused.”

You almost wanted to roll your eyes in exasperation. What did that even mean? And what was he doing climbing into people’s rooms?

Eren must’ve seen your confusion so he continued his explanation.

“You know Jean, right?” he asked.

Oh yeah, you remembered. He had mentioned his name earlier. It just so happened that after Eren moved away during your second year of junior high—something to do with his dad’s job as a doctor, if you remembered correctly—Jean’s family also moved just across town to your street. You weren’t great friends with him, but you two had gone to the same high school. You also remembered that Eren and Jean used to be close friends before Eren moved away.

“This is my first time back here in a while,” Eren said. “Jean texted me his new address, but I’ve only been here like a day, and clearly haven’t figured everything out.”

Things were starting to make more sense to you, and Eren must have seen you relax slightly because he smiled.

“I don’t normally climb into people’s rooms, by the way,” Eren said, and took his phone out of his pocket to look again at the last text Jean had sent him. “Jean said I’d wake his parents if I went in the front door, so I should use the window since his room is close to the ground.”

Eren frowned and looked behind him at your own window which was still open. “Probably should’ve realized something was wrong when I had to climb a whole ass tree. That was exhausting.”

Despite everything, you found yourself laughing. You couldn’t believe that Eren had climbed all the way up a tree only to end up in your room. You bet he was just as confused as you were when he heard your voice instead of Jean’s.

You walked over to your dresser to take out a pair of shorts to cover yourself, and Eren turned away as you carefully put them on under your shirt.

“Why are you going to Jean’s at…” you started to ask, walking over to your desk to pick up your phone to check the time, “1:30 in the morning?”  

Eren, still standing in the middle of your room, raised his eyebrows and grinned.

“Curious, are we?” he joked, and you felt heat rush to your face.

“Not really,” you managed to say, moving away from your desk to sit on your bed. “Just thought I should know why I was woken up by you at such an hour.”

“Fair enough,” Eren replied.

Since you were sitting on your bed, he moved to lean against your desk which was across from you.

“I’m staying with Armin,” Eren continued, “but Jean and I were planning to see some people tonight before everyone leaves for school in the next few days.”

After junior high, Armin transferred to a private high school, but he still lived in the area. You guessed he and Eren had managed to stay best friends even after Eren moved.

“I see. That sounds fun,” you said, but then added, “Although, I’m not sure why your friends like to hang out so late.”

Eren laughed, showing his perfect teeth. “I take it you’re not a night person, then?”

You looked down, feeling suddenly embarrassed.

“Just not tonight,” you replied.

Eren nodded in understanding. He looked at you for a few moments, and you suddenly felt awkward. He was still standing, and you thought you should invite him to sit or something. Was that weird?

You quickly decided that it wasn’t really weird, and you gestured to the desk chair and said, “You can sit if you want.”

Eren looked at the chair, seeming like he hadn’t even realized it was there.

“Oh, sure,” he said, but seemed conflicted. “Only if you want, though,” he continued. “I know I kind of barged in here, and I don’t want to invade your space or keep you up or anything.”

His politeness made you smile, and you found that you didn’t mind his presence in the least.

“No, it’s fine,” you replied.

Eren smiled too and moved to sit on the chair, his front pressed against the back of it so you could still see his face. Eren rested his arms on the top of the back of the chair and leaned forward.

“So how have you been?” he asked, your name leaving his mouth at the end of the question.

Six years was a long time to recap, so you just said, “Pretty good, although I have been stressed lately, as you can see.” You gestured to the many boxes sitting around the floor of your room.

Eren laughed and nodded.

“Yeah, my room looks similar. I needed to get away, and this seemed like a good escape, but I still have so much shit to do when I get back home,” he sighed.

“How long are you here for?” you asked, trying to keep your tone disinterested.

“Just until tomorrow,” he replied.

You were about to say something, but then Eren’s phone began to ring. He muttered “Sorry,” as he took the phone out of his pocket.

Eren turned his head to face the ground as he answered the phone, trying his best to keep his voice down.

“What do you want, horseface?” you heard him say as a greeting. You almost snorted as you realized horseface had to be Jean.

While Eren was talking, you took out your own phone and began to scroll through it mindlessly, not wanting to seem like you were eavesdropping on his conversation. You almost texted Sasha about what was happening, but then decided to wait.

After about a minute or so, Eren hung up the phone. You turned off your phone and looked up to see an apologetic expression on his face.

“Sorry, but I think I have to go,” Eren said, and he almost looked disappointed.

You also felt slightly disappointed but didn’t want to keep Eren from seeing his friends.

“Okay,” you said, and then looked over to your window. Was he planning to climb back out of it?

Eren followed your gaze and seemed to read your thoughts.

“Uh, would it be alright if I used your front door this time?” he asked, laughing shyly.

“Yeah, of course,” you said, feeling stupid. Of course he didn’t want to climb down a tree.

“Thanks,” Eren replied, obviously grateful, and he stood up from the chair.

You got off of your bed and walked towards your bedroom door. Before you opened it, you turned to Eren and said, “We have to be quiet, though. I don’t want to wake anyone.”

He smiled and nodded in understanding.

“Got it,” he whispered.

You turned the handle of your door slowly and pushed it open. With Eren close behind, you led him through the dark hallway to the stairs.

Unfortunately, your stairs were old and fairly steep, so navigating them in the dark would prove to be fairly difficult. You both made it about half-way down without a sound, but then you put your foot in front of you and accidentally missed the next step.

You felt yourself slipping, but then an arm from behind you wrapped around your waist before you could fall.

“Careful,” Eren warned.

“Thanks,” you said, and found yourself laughing at your clumsiness. In response, Eren laughed too. He still had his arm around you, and he was so close that you could hear the sound right next to your ear.

You breathed in deep as you were also able to take in his scent. He smelled like the outside, like smoke and the tree he had climbed, but there was also something sweet, like vanilla.

You heard Eren whisper your name from behind you and snapped out of your trance.

“Sorry,” you said, and then Eren moved his arm back to his side as you continued to walk down the stairs, paying extra attention to where you placed your feet.

After you successfully made it down without another incident, you walked to your front door and pulled it open. You felt the warm summer air rush over your body as you walked outside with Eren. You shut the door behind you so you could say goodbye without anyone in your house hearing.

You and Eren stood awkwardly for a moment, neither of you knowing how to say goodbye. What were you supposed to say? Everything you came up with in your head sounded embarrassing.

But then Eren smiled and laughed nervously, and you felt the tension disappear as it became clear that you and Eren both felt awkward.

You smiled back at him and asked, “Do you know where you’re going?”

Eren put his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants and nodded. “Yep. Looks like I had gotten the last number of the address wrong.”

You made a sound of understanding and were about to say something like goodbye, but then Eren’s voice cut you off before you could say anything.

“Hey,” he said, “it was really nice to see you.”

You couldn’t really believe the situation you were in. You had thought for sure that you would never see Eren again after he moved, yet here he was, standing outside of your house.

“Yeah, you too,” you said, and watched as the wind moved loose pieces of Eren’s hair around his face.

He smiled at you one last time before turning to walk down the pathway leading from your house to the sidewalk.

Before he got too far, he turned around and yelled, “Lock your window from now on!”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you.

“I will!” you yelled back and waved at him.

Eren waved too, and then you watched him walk down the street for a few moments before going back inside your house.

After shutting your front dooor as quietly as you could, you walked back up to your room and took a deep breath. What were you supposed to do now?

You couldn’t get Eren out of your mind, still in disbelief that he had just been in your room. You had way too much energy to get back into bed. You looked around at the clothes on your floor and decided that it would be the perfect time to organize your things.

There was a sweater by your door with the name of your college on it. You picked it up and pulled it over your head before getting started.

Little did you know that in a few weeks, your life was going to become more intertwined with Eren’s than you could have ever imagined.

Read part 2 here

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when time runs out | ii

⋆ summary:  A young girl has fallen deeply ill with an unknown disease in her, so with all her free time spent in an empty hospital room, she spends it online playing video games. That's until she meets her cousins friends, one spiking her interest with his extremely vulgare language.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: small mentions of suicide (I’ll put a star ‘⋆’ on top and below the paragraph so you can skip over it if your uncomfortable, you won’t miss anything too important so dont worry!)

"Bro, honestly I still can't believe that you of all people made it into the elite, number one hero school in the country."

"Waahh, I'm telling you! I'm the real deal Y/N!"

"So, how's your summer been? School's gonna be starting soon, are you excited?" Denki could only smile and sigh as his character was finally killed off.

Said girl chuckled as she heard Denki's voice rise through her headphones as they continued killing zombies in front of them. She grimaced as a zombie attacked her from behind her character. Geez, I never get a break in this game.

"Well, to be honest, nothing big really happened besides me getting my acceptance letter from U.A. Just me training and hanging with the fam." He laid back in the comfort of his bed, headphones still on in order to hear his cousin.

"Aah, already training, hero boy? That's why you haven't been visiting me lately." Y/N pouted and crossed her arms as her TV screen turned black, returning her to the main page of the game.

"Man, we suck at this game!" Denki laughed out loud as he saw how long they lasted in the last round. Y/N smiled and let out a small giggle of her own as she placed down her controller.

"Yeah, how long have we had this game for? It still feels like it's our first time playing this." Denki cracked a smile, even though Y/N couldn't see him.

"Hey, sorry for not being able to come to the hospital. Getting ready for U.A. is no joke, haha." Denki rubbed the nape of his neck, eyebrows scrunching up with regret. 

"Nah nah, it's fine! I understand that you have things to do. You have big plans for the future." Y/N brushed a strand of her hair away from her face, looking down at the needles that were plunged into her arms. Her eyes were clouded with an emotion she often felt when talking with Denki. She always felt guilty whenever the feeling came around.

"Must be nice to be able to achieve your dreams." Jealousy. She hated the feeling she got every now and then, but you couldn't really blame her. She lost everything in only a couple of months. Silence passed between the two teenagers, Y/N finally realizing what she said.

"Uh s-sorry about that! I didn't mean to say that alou-" Y/N was cut off by Denki's soft voice.

"Y/N, it's... okay to feel like that. I don't understand what you have been going through, but I know that you shouldn't bring yourself down for something you can't control. You're such an amazing person and to be honest. . ." Denki paused as Y/N's eyes began to glaze over.

"I'm doing this for me and you. You always encouraged me to take any opportunity by, as you like to say, the neck. I-I wanna make you proud, y'know? I wanna make it feel like you're a part of this crazy world, even if you're not really here, walking with me through it all."

Y/N’s lips wobbled as she let out a watery laugh. She hunched over, small tears falling down her face. To someone else, this would've boosted their ego, but to Y/N, those words meant the world to her. No one had ever said that to her before. She felt like she had a purpose in this wretched life of hers. She sniffles were heard by Denki

"H-hey! It's okay, p-please don't cry!" Y/N heard shuffling coming from Denki as he reassured her to not cry.

"I mean it. I only wish you could be there though, it would be so much cooler!" Denki smiled, trying to lighten up the mood. Y/N's sniffles slowly quieted down as she let out a soft laugh that made his heart swell with joy. At least he can make her laugh.

"I'm s-sorry, but no one has ever told me t-that." Small hiccups came from the girl as she calmed down, taking deep breaths to slow her heart rate. Won't want doctors to come rushing in just to see her crying over something so small.

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"I-I'm just really happy you said that." Denki's heart clenched at those words, his chin trembling every now and then. He knew that Y/N wasn't happy with where she was. She had even admitted that she had urges to rip out the needles and slowly lose her life from there. Denki spent the rest of that night talking to her after. To say he was concerned was an understatement. He was terrified when she told him.

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"I think us being able to play games together is already enough!" They both laughed and talked for a couple of minutes before deciding to to hang up. 

"Y/N, I mean it when I say I want you to be happy, okay? I hope you feel better tomorrow. Buh-bye!" Y/N said her goodbye to Denki, hanging up and closing the laptop that sat on a movable table. 

Her smile slowly left her face, leaving her staring blankly at the pure white wall and mirror in front of her. When visitors were gone, her window would turn to a mirror so no one would disturb her. Y/N took a good look at herself and only sighed. Despite being as healthy as she could get, she looked a bit on the thin side, this complimenting her skin. Running a hand through her hair, she untangled the little knots that had formed there.

"Geez, what happened to you girl? You look like a zombie." Y/N looked at the zombie game and cringed.

"Literally."  Just then the door to her room opened and shut quickly, the air filter turning on when a female doctor entered. Y/N watched her carefully as she checked the IV that connected to her arm. The protective suit never made Y/N feel better about her condition.

"Are you alright, Ms. L/N?" The light, stern voice rang through her ears as she looked at the woman in front of her. Y/N gave the doctor a grin.

"Never been better."

It had been an hour since the doctors had turned the lights off, but Y/N didn't feel the slightest bit of exhaustion. She had been sitting in the pitch black room for the time being and was really debating on turning on the TV.

"Ahh, fudge it." Instinctively reaching out for the remote, she turned on the TV and winced as the bright light hit her.

Looking back to the screen, she chose the option of going online and waited for other players to join. While waiting, a new character popped up next to her and she could only smirk at their username. Tapping on her mic, she decided to make conversation with them to see if they also had a mic.

"Now, what to play. What to play..." Y/N had settled for playing OverWatch since she didn't feel like playing any story type games. No cliffhangers tonight, Y/N thought. As the game loaded, she laid back and began thinking about cheesecake. When was the last I ate strawberry cheesecake? Great, now I want some. Thinking about eating cheesecake made her excited about the next day.

"Well hello, dear ol' '​​​​​King Explosion Murder_1.' Nice name you got there." Y/N chuckled as she said the name out loud, seeing another player enter.

"Hello 'Tape Dispenser?' What's with the wack name?" The girl’s eyes crinkled as she smiled at their name, hearing the user chuckle through her headphones. '​​​​​​King Explosion Murder' still had yet to reply, but that didn't bother her. They're either using the bathroom or don't have a mic. 

"The name was inspired by my quirk. But what's up with '_DeathGirl_', huh? You good?"  Y/N could only laugh at what he said. She should really send him a friend request.

"I’m honestly great, a little tired, but great! I just gotta make up a name, y'know? But your quirk has to do with tape? I don't know if that's wicked or useless." The boy laughed while Y/N laughed as well, losing her grip on her controller. That was until a gruff voice interrupted their laughing session.

"Shut the fuck up, your annoying ass voices are giving me a damn headache." Finally, after being silent, 'King Explosion Murder_1' spoke up.

"Aah, so you do talk. I don't know why you didn't say anything sooner Mr. Explosion Murder." The other player could only sneer at what she said, hitting his desk with his fist. Another player had joined, Y/N only noticing.

"Ah, hello 'Sleep Deprived Controller!'" Said player made their character wave, making Y/N chuckle. While they had their interaction, 'King Explosion Murder' was shouting at her, now realizing that she wasn't paying attention to what he was saying.

"Hey! Listen to me when I'm fucking talking to you, emo bitch!" Y/N’s eyes widened, soon rolling her eyes, watching the game load as they were placed into a match. What's his damn problem?

"Hey man, no need to go calling people names now." 'Tape Dispenser' nervously chuckled as he heard the other player growl. Y/N sported a shocked face as she heard this. What is he, a dog??? 

"Outta this conversation, extra!" Tape dude could only deadpan at what he was just called. Who calls people extras?? I’m not an extra, in fact I think I’m- 'Sleep Deprived Controller' listened with an annoyed expression on their face, wishing they could shut their shouting teammate up. Damn, wish I actually had a mic.

The game began as all the players separated, going their own way to kill their enemies. Everyone was in the zone, getting items and yelping every now and then if they were attacked. The first to go down was 'Tape Dispenser', then 'Sleep Deprived Controller', leaving both Y/N and 'King Explosion Murder' left on their team. Y/N smirked at their winning team, only one player was left on the other team. Just as the game was going to end, the opposing player shot down 'Explosion Murder', killing him.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUU-" His mic cut off, causing the two players with mics in a cackling mess. Y/N calmed down, remembering she was still playing, trying to hunt down the last player. Finally, after many curses by a certain player and cheering from another, she located her enemy. 

"You better fucking win this or I'll kill you." Knowing he didn't mean that last part, she only focused on the first part. You better win this. Those words echoed through her head as she stopped aiming for the player. She hated being told what to do.

"Ah, so you're one of those people." Not knowing what she meant, they only watched with wide eyes at what she did. Y/N jumped down next to the enemy, shooting them twice with her weakest gun, signaling them that she was there. Quickly, the other player shot her character down, killing her. They lost the game.

"THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?! WE COULD'VE FUCKING WON!" Explosion Murder wasn't taking defeat easily like the other two were. Y/N could only give a grunt of disapproval towards the loud player.

"Ha, why did you just give up right there? You could've easily killed him." Tape Dispenser was just as confused as the other two players, slightly disappointed at the loss. Y/N sighed as she rubbed her forehead.

"Sorry not sorry, but this dude really thought he could get away with telling me what to do. I'll make my move when I'm ready, sorry to disappoint you guys." She sighed as she rubbed her neck, ready to hear the disapprovals of her teammate. But what she heard and saw made her smile.

"Nah, it's fine. It can get a tiny bit annoying with Murder yelling in your ear." Tape Dispenser reassured her, with Sleep Deprived's character giving her a thumbs up. Though, the annoyed sigh caught her attention back to him. Her eyebrow twitched. What is it now?

"I'm done with this fucking sappy shit scene. I'm out." Those were Murder's last words before he disconnected, leaving them in an awkward silence before Y/N stifled a giggle.

"I have a feeling that won't be the last time I'm seeing him." Tape Dispenser chuckled while Sleep Deprived's character shook their head, making Y/N softly laugh. After sending friend requests to both people, she bid them both fair well and left.

Y/N turned off her console and tv, putting the controllers on the table near her. She laid down in the comfort of her bed, thinking about her interactions with the people she met. She smiled, closing her eyes and drifting into a dreamless slumber with only one thought in mind. 

King Explosion Murder is such a weird name.

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