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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years

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♡ bakugou headcanons that feel like a warm hug ♡

➳wc ;; 1.2k (oh my god. what is wrong w me.)

➳ a/n ;; or my bakugou brain-rot that never goes away. thanks for being my comfort character, you fucking gremlin. forgive the silly title.

♡ always makes little adjustments to the environment for you. he’s observant to a fault so if there’s something even a little off and it happens to bother you, he’s trying to work around it.

♡ good at playing guitar but not good at reading music. he can throw something together if you give him a chance but he’s not good at trying to recreate someone elses memory. he’s not like.. musically gifted either but he likes how guitar sounds

♡ thinks about getting a lot of piercings in his ear because he thinks they’d look cool but is kind of too nervous? the idea of a needle going through his skin is a ick. when you start dating, he drags you to his appointments lol - won’t admit it but he thinks he looks so hot when he gets them. takes a bunch of selfies <3

♡ needs to be moving constantly. can’t sit completely still to save his life. when he listens to music, he moves his head. sometimes he just runs his thumb over his fingers.

♡ really, really bad at talking. not in the sense he can’t communicate (that too) but he just likes listening in conversation. rarely adds his own thing. but when he does - always accidentally says something super meaningful

♡ enjoys subtle physical touch because it is literally intimate he melts inside. a hand on his forearm or shoulder. your legs over his lap. small things that show how comfortable you are.

♡ likes being held cause he’s a big ass baby lmfao

♡ wont admit it but enjoy when you choose pretty or colorful bandages for his cuts he won’t himself but it’s like keeping you in his pocket wherever he goes.

♡ really needs you to find him attractive dslksjk it’s not that he ever thinks he’s particularly ugly. but he didn’t really assign importance to his appearance at any point in his life, yet now he puts in a scary amount of effort. readjusts his hair so much more, makes sure his clothes fit good. fixes his fuckin’ face lol

♡ likes chewing gum a lot and always has a pack on him. really proud of how big he can blow bubbles and will be a little sad if you’re unimpressed.

♡ is overly sentimental about things you’ve made him - especially if it’s something super dumb. you drew him a silly little sketch of him in a frog hat? it’s in his wallet behind his id. freaks out when he thinks he’s lost his wallet

♡ LOVES phone calls. yes he still hates talking. but the way his face looks when he listens to your voice. eyes half-lidded, shamelessly smiling - it’s so tender and so lovesick.

♡ terrible first grader hand-writing. he tries to write them for you in the beginning of your relationship (to be romantic or some shit) but they’re so incomprehensible pls. if he focuses on it - it can be legible but most of the time ... yea no.

♡ doesn’t favor tea or coffee but prefers tea if he has to drink one.

♡ crazy good at eyeballing measurement. even in baking. once made a perfectly good bread without weighing anything and doesn’t get why that’s so wild.

♡ has the phone on his text set to be bigger even though his eyes are fine.

♡ lets you do the layout thing on his iphone and decorate as you please. says he doesn’t care but when he sees you made it hero themed/fit with his aesthetic - he got so red it was so cute.

♡ hates shopping in store. will still always go with you because the one time you went alone a store clerk hit on you.

♡ so practical. he started couponing when he was in his early twenties like an old man. checks the news and weather the night before, every night. never misses doctors appointments.

♡ shit at any form of visual art. drawing, painting etc - cannot do it to save his life. but he tries. his hands shake when he tries to draw hearts for you

♡ blows the eyelashes off your cheek super gently whenever he notices. he’ll like.. take your face in his hands and blow so softly like he’s gonna hurt you.

♡ used to agree to make pinky promises with you as a joke. now though? automatically holds his pink out for you to take it. straight up pouts if you don’t.

♡ you two have a song and when it comes on, he’ll sing it back to you. any other time? any other song? he wont. but he always sings your song even without realizing, just mouths it.

♡ enjoys when you put your hands under his shirt and just leave them there and hug him like that. skin to skin contact is elite but only from you.

♡ hamsters adore this man. they just do.

♡ draws frowny faces on your eggs with hot-sauce

♡ soul leaves his body when you play with his hair and scratch his scalp. the tension in his neck literally disappears and he just sighs that shit relaxes him like crazy

♡ the first time he says i love you, you’re tying his tie for his first hero event. you’re telling him to that the color looks good on him and you’re smiling. it honestly it just slips. he went on to win an award that night.

♡ his favorite memory of the two of you was when you were trying to leave the grocery store one afternoon. it was raining heavy as shit. you pulled him in under your clear umbrella and just stood there. he doesn’t know why but that means a lot to him.

♡ cares a lot about his dads approval on his work specifically. him and his dad have a really specifc bond and he actually admires him quite a bit.

♡ nothing makes him cry like “im proud of you”. especially when it’s for something small. it’s just something he didn’t hear enough in a sincere way.

♡ likes fruit flavored sweets over chocolate (generally needs something to do w his mouth cause it helps him think. bad oral fixation) so he keeps little candies on him

♡ shit at video games. terrible at them with the exception of mario kart? for some reason.

♡ always loses his keys

♡ stutters every!single!time! he tries to compliment you. it’s been YEARS.

♡ takes a melatonin gummy before bed and always drinks a glass of water

♡ buys you flowers and keeps them too. like does the upkeep on it and replaces them if the wilt. suggests pressing them to keep them for longer.

♡ lowkey cries really easily. he just gets overwhelmed w his feelings some times and it makes him cry even if he doesn’t want too. you and the bakusquad are sworn to secrecy over it though

♡ wears his ring around his neck on a chain bc it’s easier to show off.

♡ naturally good at doing hair!

♡ likes sneakers but wears dr. scholl's because he walks a lot and is on his feet for most of the day w his job. just being careful.

♡ loves u a lot <3

#bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #bnha imagines #bakugou imagines #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #im genuinely so obsessed with his man #he lives in my head rent free #like its not funny anymore #i literally am just so in love with him #no thoughts head empty only katsuki

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mizunetzu · 4 years

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PART 3 OF ITS YOUR FAULT PLS !!!! I LOVE IT EKDBJSHD

Well since y’all asked so nicely-

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Kuroo x reader - it’s your fault (pt. 3) (final)

⚠️warnings - angst

Pronouns - male, he/him

part 1 can be found here!

part 2 can be found here!

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Sports sucks. That’s what Kuroo knew about (y/n), yet he still egged him on to play volleyball with him. He had a choice to say no, which was what younger him was hoping for, yet he still did it in hope of gaining his affection.

All his life he thought he was annoying. All his life he’d been in the mindset of how annoying he was, and how blissful it would’ve been for him to just disappear off the face of the earth.

So when (y/n) suddenly stopped showing up to practice, Kuroo didn’t expect himself to get worried.

He was starting to miss all the clingy touches, or the ‘good morning, Kuroo-kun!’ every single morning practice. He didn’t realize how quiet the walk was to his classes, or to and from home, when (y/n) wasn’t there to fill the noise on random things he found cool or how his day was. He didn’t know how expensive the drink (y/n) religiously bought him from the vending machine was, even though he bought him the drink with a smile plastered on his face like it was nothing.

“Oh, (y/n)? He quit the team.”

Kuroo dropped the volleyball he was holding. He’d gone up to coach nekomata to ask where (y/n) was, and why he wasn’t showing up to practice. But he was regretting asking in the first place. Nekomata gave him a sympathetic look.

Kuroo picked up his volleyball, gave him the best smile he could afford, and walked away. Why was he so devastated? Why did his heart feel like it sunk into his stomach? Why was his chest hurting like that? He should’ve been glad that (y/n) was finally gone.

So why does his heart hurt so much?

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Kuroo figured he’d stop by his apartment to see what was going on. It’s been weeks, yet he couldn’t find him anywhere in his classrooms, and he nor Kenma could reach him on his phone.

When he walked up the stairs, looking for the ever familiar door to his apartment, he was nervous. For once in his life when going to talk to the boy, he was nervous. It wasn’t a good feeling, he never felt nervous to talk to him before.

When he noticed the door slightly ajar, he clutched the apology basket of sweets in his hand tighter. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to apologize for, though. Maybe for yelling at him, or maybe for something else.

“...hello? (Y-y/n)?” When he opened the door, he was met face to face with construction workers, and a blank apartment. Kuroos heart stopped beating. A man, who Kuroo believes was the apartment owner, looked at Kuroo, to his schools jacket, and down to his basket saying “I’m sorry (y/n) :(“

“Oh? Are you here for that (h/c)-haired kid?” Kuroo nodded vigorously.

“Sorry bud. He moved out a few days ago.” Kuroo couldn’t hide the devastated frown from tugging at his lips. He mumbled a small “sorry” and spedwalked out of the building.

He spammed (y/n’s) phone, probably texting more than he ever did his whole life combined, with “where are you’s” and “hey look I’m sorry, okay? Please answer me’s”

None of them were even read.

Kenma didn’t react well to knowing one of his best friends moved away so suddenly. Unlike Kuroo, (y/n) was good friends with him, practically attached to the hip. When Kuroo told him he couldn’t find (y/n) at his apartment, Kenma clutched his ds harder and glared at the screen like it was it’s fault for making him disappear.

But as much as Kenma blamed the ds, they both knew it was Kuroos fault.

———

Kuroo strived to be a better person. He came to terms with his feelings for (y/n), and how he could never repeat his mistake again.

He grew to love (y/n), and he messed it up so bad.

He’d be sure to never lead anyone on again, minus when he’d lead his team to victory as their new captain. He’d try and hold less grudges, tell someone when he doesn’t like them, as to let them down easy instead of blowing up in their face, and even bought his team snacks and filled up their water bottles during practice.

Kuroo walked around the unknown streets of miyagi, scanning his eyes for a mop of bleached hair. He knew Kenma got distracted on his phone, but this was excessive, even for him.

Eventually, his eyes landed on two bright figures. Kenmas usual bright blond hair, and a tuft of orange next to him.

“Kenma!”

Kenmas head whipped up, and he shut off his phone, but then a flash of (h/c) came into his peripherals. He looked a little further down and locked eyes with someone who made his throat close up.

(Y/n).

He looked older. Not in the way that he looks physically older, but he carried himself with a somewhat mature, grown stance that made Kuroo so a double take. His hair was slightly longer and he was wearing a black team jacket instead of the red Nekoma jacket he used to wear. Shocked (e/c) colored eyes morphed into an expression of pure resentment, making Kuroos shocked happiness short lived. Kenma walked up next to him, about to ask what happened when Kuroo turned his head away, walking with his head down.

Kenma waved bye to Hinata, when his eyes landed on (y/n). He was talking to a silver headed guy, with a distasteful frown directed at Kuroo. He didn’t say anything though, just ducked his head and walked beside his captain.

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(Y/n) kept his eyes fixed on the ground, as Nekoma and Karasuno stood in a line, facing eachother. Kenma was practically standing in front of him, shocked to the core, but also averting his gaze. Not just because (y/n), but Hinata next to the boy was staring at him with his mouth agape.

Eventually everyone filed into the gym, Hinata stopping Kenma to talk, while taketora eyed him menacingly. (Y/n) side-eyed the little interaction with an unwanted jealousy. He wanted to talk to Kenma, he WAS his childhood and best friend. But it soon dissipated when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

That jealousy turned into hatred.

“Can we talk, (y/n)?”

(Y/n) slapped Kuroos hand away and stepped past him, pushing him back slightly with his shoulder.

“Don’t call me that. You have no right. It’s

(L/n).”

Kuroo watched as (y/n) stepped into the gym, his lips pressed into a fine line.

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(Y/n) sat on a bench in the corner with an obviously closed off aura, watching as people set up the net or the players from both schools talked to eachother. He walked as Kuroo shook hands with Daichi, not noticing the mop of bleached hair sit himself next to him. (Y/n) flinched when he felt something brush his shoulder.

He whipped his head around to find Kenma, sitting right next to him, but looking straight in front of him. He said nothing, and fiddled with his fingers. Guess he didn’t change, even after a new school year.

(Y/n) relaxed a bit and went back to stalking his team and old teammates with a somewhat less intimidating aura. They sat in heavy silence for what seemed like forever, until (y/n) coughed into his Karasuno jacket.

“S-so how you been Ke-“

“So you’re just not gonna tell me why you left?”

Kenma was looking straight at (y/n), with his normal, neutral gaze. It looked like his normal face, but (y/n) knew how hurt he was. He understood, though. He would be hurt too if his best friend moved without saying goodbye.

“I’m...I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

More silence consumed them. Sounds of sneakers squeaking and the rustle of the net being hung up seemed to vanish under the cloud of quiet sheltering them. Kenma stood up.

“I’m not mad. But I know why you left. And I’m not saying it’s a stupid reason, but you should talk to him.”

Kenma walked away without another word, leaving (y/n) to trail his eyes over to his old teammate, now captain. The frown that summoned up on his face came naturally, despite taking Kenmas words to heart.

He also stood up, brushing himself off and turning his cheery attitude back on. Why play a game with a frown when you’re about to destroy your old team?

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(Y/n) wasn’t mad he lost. He was actually quite satisfied with ticking off some of his old teammates by receiving spikes or feints no one saw coming. He sort of felt like an inside man. A spy even. It wasn’t enough to secure a win, but (y/n) never really cared for that.

Everyone was bidding their new friends goodbye, or just idly standing by. He promised Kenma to unblock his number, but only if they never talked about Kuroo again. (Y/n) knew he was being petty, but if it meant never talking to that piece of shit again, so be it-

“Stop ignoring me.”

Speak of the fucking devil. (Y/n) didn’t turn around, choosing to clutch the edge of his black jacket instead.

“Then stop trying to fix a friendship that never existed, Kuroo.”

“Oi!” Kuroo grabbed onto (y/n’s) shoulder harshly, pulling him back and making him stumble a little. (Y/n) pried and clawed at Kuroos iron hard grip. As much as he hated to admit it, he missed Kuroos touch, a lot.

“Can we please have a civilized fucking conversation? I’m fuckin begging you here!”

“Stop fucking cursing and let go of me you fuckass scheming bitch!”

(Y/n) swung at Kuroos head, but avertedly missed. He wasn’t sure if he missed on purpose, or if Kuroo ducked. Kuroo grabbed onto (y/n’s) waist, earning a choked squeak, and hauled him over his shoulder. Kuroo looked for a secluded area, ignoring the fists digging repeatedly into his back and the confused stares he got passing by his team and (y/n’s) teammates.

Kuroo practically threw (y/n) off his back, him stumbling down and hitting the back of a wall a bit harshly, and trapped him between his body and the wall. Both of his hands were on either side of (y/n’s) head, and his legs were long enough to trap him in if he tried to escape.

(Y/n) shrunk back into the wall ever so slightly, but kept the scowl present on his face. Kuroo pursed his lips and sighed.

“(Y/n)-“

“Let me go. I don’t wanna tal-“

“GODDAMNIT (Y/N) IM BUSTING MY BALLS HERE TO TELL YOU THAT IM SORRY!” Kuroo slammed his hands against the wall again, earning a surprised flinch from the smaller boy. “FUCKING LISTEN TO ME! PLEASE!”

Kuroos eyes softened a bit when he finally met eyes with (y/n’s) petrified form, cowering against the wall with his arms tucked in shakily. (Y/n) was quick to push past Kuroo though, diving past him and turning around, free from the wall.

“You see-this is what I fucking hate about you! You act so slick and perfect to the point where you lead people on to think they mean something important to you! I wanted to be a writer, Kuroo! I gave that up to spend my time bouncing a fucking volleyball around with you, and what did I get?! Nothing! I only did it for your stupid friendship, yet I didn’t even get that!”

(Y/n) practically had steam rolling out up his ears, and his words dripped with pure hatred with each retort. Kuroo opened his mouth to speak, but (y/n) beat him to it.

“So if you really want to apologize, give me back the blood sweat and tears I wasted on this stupid volleyball shit!”

(Y/n) punched at Kuroos chest with trembling hands. He kept punching and hitting Kuroo until Kuroo gently grabbed his wrists and pulled him into a hug. Kuroo felt him balling his fists into his back, trying to push him away, but he knew he was stronger. (Y/n’s) mouth was muffled by the cloth of Kuroos shirt, yet he still kicked and screamed at the top of his lungs.

“LET ME GO! I WANT MY CHILDHOOD BACK! I WANT ALL THE YEARS I COULD’VE BEEN WRITING OR LITERALLY BE DOING SOMETHING I ACTUALLY FUCKING LIKE BACK! ITS YOUR FAULT! ITS YOUR FAULT THAT MY ARMS HURT EVERYDAY! ITS YOUR FAULT I GAVE UP ON WRITING! ITS YOUR FAULT! I HATE YOU! I HATE VOLLEYBALL! I FUCKING HATE YOU! I hate you! I-I hate...I....”

Yelling turned into incoherent sobs as (y/n’s) punches died out into love taps. Kuroo said nothing, rubbing circles onto (y/n’s) back, who finally gave up and weakly wrapped his arms around Kuroos waist. He stained Kuroo with his salty tears, choking out half assed “let me go”s in between hics and sobs like a broken record.

They stood like that in comfortable silence, Kuroo combing fingers through (y/n’s) hair while the smaller boys sobs turned into occasional sniffles. Kuroo rocked gently from side to side, attempting to calm him down until he was ready to talk.

“I just wanted to be your friend, stupid Kuroo...” his words were barely understandable through the cracks and sniffles of his voice-also being muffled by Kuroos chest-but the taller boy heard every word as clear as day. He rested his chin on top of (y/n’s) head, looking off to the side.

“Sorry. If it means anything, I was stupid enough to hold a childhood grudge against you. You did nothing wrong. I just...i was dumb and disliked you because I thought you were lazy and annoying even though you were anything but that and...yeah. Sorry.”

Kuroo pulled away from the hug, the cold air hitting (y/n) like a truck. He silently whined at the loss of contact, wiping away stray tears with his team jacket. Kuroo awkwardly held his hands behind his back, his tongue suddenly feeling too big to fit comfortably in his mouth.

“...I’m sorry too.”

(Y/n) averted his gaze, his eyes half lidded and puffy from crying. Kuroo looked at (y/n) with a blank expression.

“Why?”

“For um...being annoying or something. And like...bitching a lot. I’m sorr-.”

Kuroo grabbed hold of (y/n’s) shoulders and shook him violently. “Don’t apologize! You don’t have anything to be sorry for! It’s my fault! Let me take the blame!”

“God shut up you’re gonna make me cry again.”

“...sorry.”

Kuroo looked like a kicked puppy, which made (y/n) burst into a fit of laughter. Kuroos ears perked up as he was graced with the sight of (y/n) wiping happy tears off his face and clutching his stomach. It was a beautiful sight, so beautiful that it made Kuroos chest tighten.

Chuckles died out into snickers as (y/n) huffed and leaned against the wall.

“So-what are we? Friends?”

Kuroo hesitantly nodded, watching (y/n’s) face intently for any sign of protest. When (y/n) broke out into a smile, Kuroo felt like he was on cloud nine. Like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders after so long. He felt like he was flying.

“We should probably head back. I gotta go back to my schoo-“

“Yeah. Yeah that’s probably..smart...”

It was kind of bittersweet knowing you had to say goodbye to someone you just got your hands back on, but after (y/n) unblocked his number right infront of him before enveloping him in a hug, he supposed it was alright.

“Bye~! call me~” (y/n) mouthed out, stepping onto the bus. People started asking him if he was crying, or what that meltdown was about, but he just shrugged and put some earbuds in with a reserved smile.

Sports sucks. That’s the mindset (y/n) has, and probably will have forever.

But not when I’m with you.

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Epilogue:

“(Y/n)!” Kuroo ran up behind the boy and picked him up, twirling him around before setting him down. Tsukishima visibly gagged while Yamaguchi snickered behind him, stepping off the bus and preparing for the training camp.

“Yo! What’s up! God I missed you and your stupid hair.”

“I missed you too~”

...

“So...are we-“

“Yeah, that’s what we said on video chat right? I mean-if you meant it and all.”

“I DID!” Kuroo picked his new boyfriend up, this time placing a chaste kiss on the bridge of his nose.

“And god I love you so much.”

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And that’s it!! I hope you enjoyed this series!! Also thank you for 100 followers!! I’m so thankful!!

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ramudamemura · 3 years

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Alright guys I’m rating the new hypmic outfits please don’t get mad at me and here’s an image for reference

ichiro— not digging the oversized thing for some reason even tho I normally do? Nothing glaringly wrong with it tho like it’s not that bad. I’m glad his pants are black/gray (?) tho because idk I think it would’ve looked cluttered with any other colors

i will say (and this is probably only valid for me but) black and red are my schools colors and I’m having flashbacks to spirit wear days which is slightly upsetting JCJSJDNSNNSHS Ichiro would never go to my school if he were real tho he’s too good for a place like this 💔

jiro— his shirt is so plain couldn’t he have used a more interesting font 😭 spice it up a bit,,,,BUT it’s not that bad either I actually really like him with glasses so that’s good! hmm I don’t really like the hat tho. Overall it’s ok

saburo— at least his hair doesn’t look like it did with that one other outfit 😭 you know the one . I can’t tell if his pants are jeans or sweatpants tho. Also like I said before idk why but I’m not loving Ichiros oversized shirt but I DO like the fit of saburos

actually I checked again right before I posted this and I’m pretty sure they’re jeans

**hey just realized buster bros are all wearing the same shoes in different colors so good for them ig**

samatoki— well 😭 his outfit kinda gives off art h*e vibes which isn’t necessarily a bad thing but I feel like HE would view it as bad and wouldnt like that. Also so much of it is unbuttoned and I can’t stop laughing. I kinda wish there wasn’t so much white in the outfit tho I mean what do I know I’m no designer but! Idk

jyuto— idk. idk WHAT to say. I am really not a fan of this sorry jyuto I just. What were you trying to accomplish here 😭 why are the sleeves of his jacket so long what’s going on. Where am I what is this

rio— I mean. It’s just an oversized green t shirt and baggy green sweatpants 😭 neither of them have any design on it so it’s kinda boring? green is my favorite color tho so I can’t be too harsh on him also I like the shoes but not necessarily with this outfit. But like I don’t understand like why is his outfit just. A t shirt and sweatpants with literally like nothing else 😭 is it supposed to be a minimalist thing??? Because I mean. Listen. LISTEN. This is not the way to go about it

ramuda— ok so I kinda like the general style like I like the shirt and shorts a bit but not the colors 💔 but it’s not that I don’t like that it’s colorful it’s just I don’t like the.colors they used ig 😭 idk but it’s kinda cool to see him with a middle part ig although I do like his normal hair better I think. Either way I expected better from him he’s supposed to be a designer like come on dude

gentaro— actually I like his a lot! It’s not too flashy and it looks nice and elegant and it fits his usual style!! Also it shows his arms and I cannot remember ever seeing them before so that’s interesting! I also like his hair but again I like his regular hair much better

dice— BRAID BRAID BRAID BRAID!!!! If I try hard enough I can pretend it’s not a mullet underneath the braid so that’s nice!! As for the outfit it’s meh idk. The print is too in your face in my opinion and idk I don’t really like it like idk what it is about it but I find it kinda :/ yknow and I also feel like it doesn’t really suit him like it doesn’t scream “dice”

jakurai— :////// Jakurai what the heck 💔 what is this I don’t like it at all like wh. That’s all im gonna say I think cuz I don’t wanna be mean since technically someone put a lot of work into these

hifumi— he kinda looks like a tourist idk man I feel like if I went to the beach I’d see someone with that exact outfit 😭 but I mean he pulls it off decently! I don’t think he should’ve worn dress shoes or whatever you call those tho I think he could’ve done better with a pair of sneakers but NOT like big clunky sneakers just regular ones

actually idk why but I have this really specific floral design in mind that wouldve kept the colors of his current jacket including being mostly black in the background that I think wouldve looked nicer but I can’t draw rn so

doppo— well I like this color!!! So that’s good!!!!! Not really sure what’s going on here tho I feel like they should’ve done a little to break up the shirt from the pants 😭

kuko— again I do like green a lot so he gets points for that!! But idk i actually don’t have much of a problem with this I just don’t know if green is his color but I like the pants! So! like they’re a good length idk I actually do like his I think

jyushi— I really like the like laced up bits by the shoulder!!! Also it’s super cool to see his hair in a ponytail or whatever that is!! If I close my eyes I can pretend he doesn’t have a mullet 💚

hitoya— idk what it is about this outfit but I keep laughing at him 😭 sorry hitoya

sasara— clown clown clown clown clown

anyway I know the colors are SUPPOSED to clash a bit but it still bothers me JDJSJDJJSS other than that tho the outfits ok but I do wish the pants were higher waisted!!! His shirt looks like umm the uniform for this one restaurant I’ve been to so that’s fun

rosho— I miss his glasses put them back please please they look good! I guess we got to see Jiro with them at the expense of Rosho???? Also I’m gonna assume he’s wearing contacts cuz. Anyways the outfit is? Idk? I’m not sure what’s going on here I don’t really know like I’m a little confused but at least it has a fairly simple color palette (and not TOO simple like Rio)

rei— now what the heck is this outfit what is going on here I don’t know what to think. I don’t. If he was gonna wear a cowboy hat why didn’t he make the rest of his outfit fit that? Why did he then decide to dress vaguely like a librarian and then unbutton his shirt??

**DISCLAIMER: any time I said “it’s not THAT bad ig” or anything along the lines of that it probably means I don’t actually like the outfit but I’m trying not to be offensive

#it was really hot out guys 😭 sorry if I sound like a crazy person I don’t have the energy to reread this #also I was kinda mean so my apologies #hypmic #hypnosis mic

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ssamie · 3 years

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three. YOURE SO LOVELY

suna rintaro x fem! mitsuri reader

(kny x hq)

warnings: spelling mistakes, 3k+ words, italicized words/ sentences are her thoughts, mitsuri’s hair+eye color was used.

gen masterlist. sakura mochi.

"kita-san, i can help you!!" she exclaimed as she snatched the buckets of water bottles from him "oh no, you don't have to" kita declined as a guilty frown etched itself onto his lips

"its alright, i don't want you to be tired" she said as she carried the buckets with ease "now, where are you headed with these?" she asked him as she hummed a melody under her breath

"i was headed to the gym for practice." kita replied. he kept his eyes on her as his hands itched to take the weights off her hands, not wanting her to strain herself.

" you're practicing volleyball?!" she asked excitedly "i've always wanted to see you play! samu-kun told me you're the captain and i-" she quickly cut herself off before she could give him a two hour rant on how she saw him as the perfect husband.

"sorry.. i was just excited" she chuckled sheepishly at him

"its alright" kita assured her "you can stay at the gym if you want to watch" her pale green eyes sparkled in happiness, and her lips curled into a shaky grin. "i can't wait!" she exclaimed.

and to emphasise her point, she stacked the buckets on top of each other and balanced all the weight on her left arm and she used her free hand to grasp his as she giddily pulled kita along while she basically ran towards the gym

"y/n-san, please slow down" kita said as he tried to keep her in place. she didn't listen and kept on running, not stopping until they reach the gym doors. she hid against the wall as she peeked inside to watch the boys practice serves, while some simply talked amongst themselves.

'osamu-kun looks so cool and mysterious..' she thought as her eyes planted themselves onto osamu

'but atsumu-kun looks so cute while tossing!' she gushed

her eyes averted towards the blonde as she watched him practice tosses against a wall

'and suna-kun..' she trailed off

her eyes roamed the gym to look for a certain middle blocker, only to find him laying on the bench while scrolling on his phone

'suna-kun looks so pretty while laying down!' she gushed ‘it must be because of fatigue..' she thought 'but suna-kun is pretty lazy..'

she hummed to herself as she stared at suna longingly, wondering what could be so interesting in that phone of his

'ah, it doesn't matter' she shook her head 'he still looks beautiful!' she thought as a blush crept up on her cheeks. she shuffled around nervously, trying not to squeal out loud as she watched the boys practice

"y/n-san.." kita called out. he has a faint ghost of a smile grazing his lips as he watched the girl converse with herself in her head

"oh! kita! yer here" atsumu exclaimed as he caught a glimpse of their captain by the door "yeah, let's start practice now please" kita said as he exchanged his outdoor shoes with his volleyball sneakers

"oh, and y/n yer here too!" atsumu cheered as he skipped towards her

"atsumu-kun.." she mumbled ad she shyly waved hello "i wanted to see you guys play" she said "kita-san said it was fine for me to stay.."

"awesome! cmon, you haven't met the others yet" atsumu said as he pulled her inside, taking one of the buckets from her "oof- these are kinda heavy" atsumu sweat dropped as he mildly struggled to stand up straight from all the weight pulling him down

"oh, i can take it from you if you want" she offered with a kind smile as she snatched it from atsumu's hands

"damn, that girl's strong.." ginjima mumbled to suna as he watched her converse with kita by the benches

suna merely glanced away from his phone to look at her. his eyebrows raised in amusement as he watched her pester kita with compliments and questions. "kinda cute too" ginjima mused "i wonder if she'd say yes to a date.."

suna turned to face his friend and kicked him lightly with his foot "she'll probably say no" suna teased "ehh?! easy for you to tease me! i heard from tsumu that she's basically obsessed with you!" ginjima whined

"not all of us have an acing sex appeal" he sulked

suna simply snickered and shook his head at his statement, tucking away his phone as soon as he felt kita's piercing stare on him "whatever dude"

and so, their practice ensued, all while y/n sat by the bench, preparing their waters and towels for after

"tsumu's serving" she muttered with an astonished smile as the gym suddenly fell into silence "wow, that was so cool!" she squealed as she watched the ball hit the ground at an alarming speed and force, all from atsumu's serve

"another one..?" she muttered to herself as she watched atsumu dribble another ball. she placed her hands over her mouth to keep quiet. she didn't want to be the reason for tsumu's serve to fail.

'atsumu-kun looks so handsome when he's concentrating!' she thought to herself in surprise. she watched intently as his palm made contact with the ball. a loud clap emitting from it as the ball flies closer to her direction

wait. she paused.

her direction..?

she blinked dumbfoundedly as the ball keeps getting bigger and bigger from her perspective, which undoubtedly meant it was getting closer to hitting her in the face

"y-y/n-chan, watch out!" atsumu exclaimed in fear as he jogged towards the girl

"shit, get away!" suna hissed in worry as he tried to reach for her. he was trying to pull her away before the ball could do some real damage to her face.

all panic seems to wash away as she heard the words of concern coming from them. she simply held out her hand to flick the ball away as a lovestruck look etched itself into her features.

'wah! atsumu and suna were concerned for me?!?! they care about me!!' she awed and gushed internally to herself

"..."

no one uttered a word as a loud bang echoed across the gym walls. the ball hit the wall on the other side at such a fast pace that they almost didn't see it. they looked at the ball which had now dropped to the ground, dribbling slightly before coming to a halt.

the poor ball looked slightly deflated on the side it hit the wall with. it was because the leather had been torn with the amount of force it had endured.

"what the fuck?" atsumu cursed, breaking the silence as his eyes glimmered with astonishment "y/n-chan.." he chuckled "yer packing some real strength in those arms, aren't ya?"

it seems she had finally snapped out of her daydreaming as she followed the boys' eyes, leading towards the deflating ball laying pitifully on the ground

"oh! im sorry!" she shrieked "i-i just flicked it i swear! im sorry, i'll buy you a new one!"

"its fine, y/n-san" kita reassured her. the captain placed his hand on her shoulder in an act of reassurance, since he was quite sure she'd start bawling if he didn't

"really?! i'll do anything in return!" she squeaked out in fear and guilt.

"its just a ball, y/n" kita said to her "we have plenty more"

"oh.. alrigh-"

"ACTUALLY." atsumu intervened, followed by him clearing his throat to gain their attention. "i heard ya say you'll do anything, doll" atsumu mused in a teasing tone

"so what about this.." he paused dramatically for suspense

osamu rolled his eyes at his twin and impatiently tapped his foot against the floor

"what if you-"

"what if ya become our manger?" osamu cut him off

"OI SAMU! YA STOLE MY THUNDER!" atsumu cried out childishly "but really, if ya wanna be the manager we'd love to have you" atsumu said as he slung a towel over his shoulder

the team looked at her expectantly while kita steps forward to bow. "if you would take the position, i assure that we would greatly appreciate to have you as our-"

kita didn't even get to finish, seeing as she was already squealing in excitement. her pale green eyes were beaming and hearts and sparkles seem to ooze out of her due to happiness.

"really?! i can be your manager??" she asked with a huge smile as she cups her flushed cheeks in her hands

'i'll be around them more and i'll be able to take care of them' she chanted repeatedly in her head

'i can take care of them.. i wonder what that would be like...' she thought as various scenarios popped into her head

a specific secenerio popped up where she was wiping away suna's sweat while he drinks from a water bottle

and another one popped up, wherein she was massaging atsumu's arms and shoulders after being strained for such long practices

and another where she combs her fingers through kita's hair, which was slightly damp with sweat, to keep it from poking at his eyes

'AGHH!! that would be so heavenly!' she thought, followed by a silent giggle as she proceeded to daydream

"y/n?" someone called out to her. blinking in surprise, she shook her head and straightened up her posture "yes, kita-san?" she asked in a curt tone

"you seem to be lost in thought, y/n" kita commented with a faint amused smile

"ah, sorry about that" she chuckled sheepishly "but.. will it be okay..?" she asked warily, her eyes grazing at each of the boys for approval

"yeah!" ginjima exclaimed "it'll be our first time havin' a manager"

"yeah, i suppose it's time we get one" aran agreed with a nod "usually the manager applicants are just girls who wanna get close to the boys, or the twins."

with that sentence she froze. she smiled blankly at them as she frantically shook her head

"well, t-that's not what im here for! hahaha" she laughed stiffly and nervously

'oh god. that's definitely what im here for'

'i don't even know anything about volleyball!!' she panicked

'i-is it like swordfighting..?' she thought cluelessly 'maybe.. yeah, probably.'

noticing her conflicted state, osamu sighed and patted her head "its fine, y/n" he said "we know yer just the affectionate type. don't let that get to yer head"

she jumped and shook her head at him, looking up to meet his stoic gaze with a determined one "nope! im gonna be a great manager, osamu-kun!" she exclaimed "so i'll study volleyball and your proper training right now" she said as she pulled out her phone

everyone watched with hesitant smiles as she murmured to herself, reading over some basic volleyball rules and positions on her phone

"i got it! so you hit the ball like bam! and it goes boom boom! and you jump real high so the ball can go woosh!"

she said as she makes various hand movements to further explain her words. "..right?" she asked with an innocent smile

the boys simply nodded along and gave her a thumbs up. they were fooling themselves into thinking they understood whatever just came out of her mouth

"wow, i didn't think it'd be that easy" she hummed happily as she proceeded reading other rules and instructions

"... i don't have the heart to tell 'er" atsumu said with a blank smile "just don't. let her be.." kita said as he watched the girl smile so brightly at them

they quickly put on encouraging smiles as she turns around to face them again "i know how to start this off!" she said with a bright grin as she crossed her arms proudly over her chest

"that's great, y/n-san" kita smiled at her "what do you have in mind?"

"w-what is the point of this?!"

suna exclaimed in partial anger and weariness as he struggled to move his legs

"this is to improve your speed and stamina, suna-kun!" she responded with a bubbly smile as she slowed her running to be at pace with him "i don't think we need to run up a mountain for that, y/n!" aran exclaimed from behind them as he, too, struggled to move

"eh?? but i picked the smallest mountain for you all" she said with a pout as she looked down at their deflated figures "i usually run to the peak and run down again for my morning jogs" she said with a sigh as she fiddled with her braided hair

"you've gotta be kiddin' me! no one can survive that!" atsumu exclaimed

"again, what is the point of this??" suna asked with an exasperated sigh

"well, i looked up 'proper training for volleyball players' and it said to do workouts that can help with stamina, agility, strength and even flexibility"

she handed them bottles of water as they all sat down on the grassy ground "im pretty sure we could've done that in a local gym downtown" osamu said through ragged breaths

she smiled apologetically at them as she handed them towels to wipe their sweat "well, i figured it would be the same as my workouts and training" she hummed thoughtfully

"geez, what kind of training do ya do, y/n?" ginjima mused with a strained smile

she visibly brightened up at that question as she clasped her hands in delight. "well, for agility and stamina, i climb multiple mountains early in the morning!" she said "that way it's cold, and i have restricted oxygen to breathe in!" she said, followed by a sweet smile

the boys all sweat drop and look at her strangely and worriedly. "why would you want that?" kita asked with furrowed brows

"why not?" she chirped back with a smile

"i-.. i could give you many reasons why, but i'll let you be" kita said with a sigh

"next, for my strength training, i usually have my friends accompany me" she said "but judging by how you reacted to this, i don't think you would like it.." she muttered worriedly

"no no, you just made me curious! you gotta tell us now" atsumu said with a raised brow

"well, firstly, i push a huge boulder around my estate!" she chirped out

"a.. a boulder?" atsumu blinked dumbfoundedly "with yer hands?" osamu asked

"well, of course!" she said "why? how do you train your strength?"

"well, an average person would lift weights." suna interjected "im pretty sure pushin' boulders around would only lead to our arms snappin' in half" aran sweat dropped

"well, don't worry! you don't have to do it" she said as she dismissively waved her hands around "instead, we can go back to the miya residence and i'll cook you all some food and mochi!"

the boys all gratefully bowed and nodded, their mouths watering at the thought of food "but before that, we have to climb down again." she hummed out with a close eyed smile

"let's go!" she mused as she pulled them all up from the ground "the first one down gets extra barbecue and mochi!" she said as she started running down the trail

wordlessly, osamu sprinted down along with her, wanting nothing more than food at the moment.

"OI SAMU, YA JERK!" atsumu exclaimed as he sprinted down the trail as well, screaming as he catches up to his twin

"im just gonna sleep real quick" suna said as he settled on the cold ground

"suna, were in a mountain! get up!"

"suna-kun i made you more!" she squealed put in delight as she placed more food onto his plate

"thanks, y/n" suna cooed with a smirk as he happily accepted the food

"this is unfair." atsumu grumbled as he angrily bites into his mochi. y/n had been pampering and codling suna the moment he's walked into the house, calling out her name "yeah, he wasn't even the first who arrived" ginjima agries with a pout

"these are really good, y/n" suna cooed as he chomps down on his food "really?!" she chirped back, smiling sluggishly as hearts and sparkles surround her form

"the obvious bias should be illegal" osamu grumbled out "shut yer trap! yer only mad cause suna gets to eat all the food you were promised" atsumu groaned "well yeah, why else would be upset?" osamu responds

"becouse he's stealing her from us!!" atsumu cried out

suna looked over at his direction and raised a brow "aw, don't worry tsum tsum, it's not your fault you were born that way" suna cooed out

"born what way-" “ugly.”

"suna-kun, would you like some tea?" y/n chirped out as she offered him a cup "y/n-chan" atsumu whined out "what about us??"

she turned to them with a smile, holding a tray of tea in her hand as she bends down to place it on the table "i didnt forget about you, of course!" she mused as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. her chest bounced slightly in her body hugging attire as she skipped away, her baby pink apron swaying around as she does so.

"is this.. heaven?!" atsumu exclaimed as he watched her intently

"no, this is the dining room." kita replied

"no, kita-san! i meant, look at her!" atsumu said as he pointed towards the girl

"i am looking at her." kita raised a brow "he meant look closer." suna chimed in "you gotta look at the details, kita. the details." suna said with narrowed eyes

"and those details are..?" kita questioned him

"the thighs" suna responded almost immediately

aran chuckled and shook his head "didn't peg you as the type of guy" he said "also, is this not considered as form of disrespect?" kita interjected with a frown "im sure she wouldn't love having boys oggle at her body."

"youre right" suna nodded with a shrug "but it's not ogling, it's appreciating"

"how so?"

"when you have a girl like that in your space, that's basically a blessing."

"i still don't get it." kita blurted out quite bluntly "it means, i think she's a very lovely girl" suna snrugs nonchalantly"i see." kita hums "and to you, that includes her thighs, does it not?"

"maybe" suna smirks

just then, y/n walked in, her apron was no longer tied around her waist and she was in the middle of braiding her hair since it was up in two buns a while ago

"what are you guys talking about?" she asks as she took a seat beside kita "suna said that he thinks you're lovely" kita blurts out nonchalantly as he sips on his tea

"eh?" suna blinks at him in shock and betrayal

his olive green orbs dart from his captain and the pink and green haired girl. she stopped braiding her hair as she stared back at suna in surprise "huh?" she mumbled out meekly

"i agree, y/n-san." kita chimed in to break the silence "you're indeed very lovely." he said

she smiled flusteredly as she ducks her head down to hide her bright red face

"thank you..?"

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euphoric | one | JJ Maybank

a/n: this post isn’t showing up in the tags and idk why😔😭

ive linked both the outfit and the makeup look, and will continue to do so in the future. this is mostly bc im not rlly good at being descriptive sorry 😔 . For the aesthetic and looks in particular i might link a lot of Cierra Nia, cus her vibe and fits are very much what i had in mind. (when it comes down to it a lot of the inspiration im going off of is very Kali Uchis, Princess Nokia, and SZA.)

ik that this kinda cuts into the inclusivity (w aesthetics and fashion sense at least, bc i understand that some of these outfits might not be smth other people are comfortable wearing), but even w the concept ill try my best to widen the range of outfits as i go forward

the chad bit is inspired by @yourlocalauthor

also... im lowkey loving Isaiah as a character and i might invest in him more than i planned to lmao.

summary: You get ready for dinner with the Cameron’s but you meet a certain Pogue instead.

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warnings : cursing, lack of pogues and action (i gotchu next part tho), also terrible writing

one - ♫ Only in the West by Yeek ♫

After being told that you would be interacting with people in just a few short hours you’d rushed off to your designated room. Your parents were generous enough to leave name signs on the doors (likely for the movers to put your belongings in the correct rooms) and you tore yours off the front before you slipped into the room, closing the door and locking it behind you.

You took in the room for a moment. It was already pretty much furnished, just not decorated or arranged in a way that you would like it to be. Everything was just kind of there, from the bed sheets to the vanity that you actually couldn’t really complain about.

Your suitcases had been placed at the foot of the bed and you moved to open the one that contained your makeup. You transferred your makeup products onto the vanity before a buzzing at your waist made you pause.

“Oh shit,” you pulled your phone from where it was being held against you by the waistband of your shorts. The FaceTime caller ID had “that bitch maddy ” displayed at the top of the screen and you cringed because she was probably pissed that you hadn’t been responding to any of their texts. Pressing the answer button you pulled out the little seat of your vanity and leaned your phone against the mirror.

“Oh shit, she answered!” BB’s voice echoed out of the speaker of your phone and you let out a laugh.

“Are you serious dude, we’ve been trying to contact you for hours,” Maddy drawled out, clearly annoyed.

“I just got to the house Maddy.”

When it came to your group of friends, Maddy Perez was someone who constantly sought for attention. This wasn’t shit talk either, it was just the fact of it. You’d been friends with Maddy for nearly your whole lives and something that she loved was praise and attention. You were one of the few people who knew how to keep up with some of her antics. You were also one of the few people capable of calling her out on her shit without her lashing out at you for it (Although the topic of Nathaniel Jacobs was one she seemed to be especially hard headed on).

The girls started to talk over one another, Kat’s voice drowned by the energy of Maddy and BB. You nodded along as you moved around in preparation. You’d stripped off the top you had flown in, tossing it aside in irritation and instant relief as the sweat that was being trapped in by the fabric immediately began to be cooled by the touch of the air conditioned room.

“I mean what the fuck right?” Maddy concluded her story and you could only imagine Kat rolling her eyes.

“Maddy the longer you complain about Nathaniel the more I begin to tone you out,” you admitted and Kat let out a laugh.

“Daaaamn,” BB drawled out from somewhere off screen.

“What the fuck (Y/N) you’re supposed to be on my side,” Maddy was clearly angered by your comment, you could hear it in her tone.

“Babe I am on your side. I’m on your side no matter what the fuck that psycho does. I just really don’t need to hear about what he does because it doesn’t change anything,” you leaned in close to the mirror to focus on your eye make up. You looked over at your screen for a split second and from Maddy’s body language alone you knew you’d eased her irritation.

“So (Y/N) how’s North Carolina,” Kat question, emphasizing North Carolina with a misplaced old-time cowboy-like accent. You’d only spoken to the movers from earlier so far but people from North Carolina and the Outer Banks in particular didn’t seem to have a distinct type of accent.

“It’s…” you leaned back to look at yourself and shrugged, “sticky.”

“Sticky?” Kat laughed and Maddy let out a small ‘ew’.

“Yeah. Yeah it’s sticky.”

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It took nearly two hours but you’d finished getting ready and damn did you look good. You’d ended the call with the girls after they showered you with compliments and sentiment and you find yourself letting out a heavy sigh to try and release the tension in your chest. You missed your friends. You missed being a short drive away from Maddy’s house. You missed Kat and BB laying around in your room arguing about one thing or another. You missed sleepovers at Cassie and Lexi’s house. You missed heading out to the gas station and talking to Fez and Ashtray (which was an experience mind you). You missed the suburbs and not being on an island all the way across the country.

You missed all of this and you hadn’t even been on this island for a day.

A knock on your door interrupted the growing weight you could feel throughout your body.

“(Y/N), are you ready? We’re gonna head out soon,” your mother’s muffled voice called to you and you nodded before realizing she definitely could not see you.

“Yeah I’m good just give me a second!” you called back.

“Ok,” her voice drifted off and you took one last look in the vanity mirror, concluding that you definitely needed a full body mirror in this room.

For tonight you were dressed to ensure the weather on the island knew it could fuck off. Maddy had pleaded for you to wear one of the dresses/outfits she’d gifted you at your farewell party (although you’d specifically told her not to get you anything, you also weren’t gonna complain about the amount of money she’d made Nate drop just to get you presents). So there you were, dressed in a dark purple, suede-textured, bra top with a long pleated skirt that was a lighter, softer shade of purple. You accessorized with two different chains hung around around your neck, a purple bucket hat, a small light purple shoulder bag, white socks bunched at your ankles and silver sneakers. The look was topped off with your makeup matching the purple color scheme.

Concluding that you were good to go, you made your way out of your room and then out of the house. You took in everything as you passed it, from boxes that were yet to be unpacked to new pieces of decorations your old house definitely did not have.

“Y’know sometimes I wonder how it feels to need to take 3 hours getting ready,” Isaiah drawled from where he was leaning against the car, scrolling through his phone. He’d dressed in some cutoff tan pants and a polo with a logo that you couldn’t make out on the left breast.

“It would really help you out,” you shot back and he scoffed.

“My look is effortless ok, I have natural beauty-”

“Oh, natural beauty bullshit-”

“I’m not the one with layers on my face-”

“Say that the next time you wanna use my face masks-”

“Ok ladies! You’re both absolutely gorgeous,” your mother interrupted your bickering as she made her way outside, “Do you wanna know how I know because you both got it from me,” she struck a pose and you let out a laugh while your brother rolled his eyes.

“(Y/N) are you not gonna bring a jacket?” your dad questioned as you slid into the car. You blinked at him before turning to Isaiah who shrugged.

“You’re not serious,” you stated and your jaw dropped at the serious look on your dad’s face, “Dad you can’t be serious, it’s so hot.”

“(Y/N) you’re not even wearing a shirt, it would give me peace of mind if you had something to cover yourself up.”

See now, while your family got along well, there always was something within families wasn’t there.Your dad’s opinions always seemed to clash heavily with you and your brother’s (yours especially). The man disapproved of Isaiah’s group of friends and lack of participation in sports. The man also disapproved of your friends (aside from Kat and Lexi) and heavily disapproved of your fashion sense and the outfits you tended to wear. He usually didn’t have to see any of the outfits you wore considering he was at work practically all the time, but he always had something to say when he was present.

“Man people are walking around shirtless and stuff dad it’s fine,” Isaiah tried to defend you.

“I wasn’t talking to you Isaiah.”

Your dad was also the only person who didn’t call you or your siblings by your nicknames.

Isaiah rolled his eyes.

“Ok ok, it’s fine,” you’re mother piped in, “here (Y/N), you can have this cardigan,” You gave her a look of disbelief and she only shot you a pleading one back. Her expression alone told you, ‘please, just leave it’. You grit your teeth and snatched the cardigan from her, slouching into your seat aggressively as your dad nodded and started the car. Bea continued to watch whatever show she had preoccupied herself with and from the corner of your eye you could see Isaiah’s hand clenching and unclenching on his lap. You couldn’t see his face but you wouldn’t doubt he was as pissed as you.

_______________

The Cameron house was packed with people.

Well, not the house itself, but their large backyard was crawling with people. When Bea had told you that you guys would be heading to the Cameron’s for dinner you thought it would’ve been with the Cameron’s and the Cameron’s alone.

“Welcome to your welcome party!” a man walked up to you and your family and you and Isaiah shared a look.

“Ward, you didn’t have to do all this,” your mother laughed and the man waved off her concerns before giving her a hug in greeting.

“This was the least I could do for my new business partners. Now, this must be the (L/N) kids,” the man, Ward, turned to the three of you and Bea stepped up with the confidence that surpassed you and your brother’s.

“Hi I’m Bethany, but everyone calls me Bea!” she introduced and Ward let out a joyful chuckle.

“Nice to meet you Bea, I’m Ward Cameron. I work with your daddy.”

“I know,” Bea said matter of factly.

“Oh, well then, it’s still great to meet you. And you two are…?” He trailed off offering a hand out for your brother. Isaiah stepped forward, taking his hands out of his pockets and shaking his hand firmly.

“Isaiah,” he greeted with a nod and Ward nodded back.

“Then you must be (Y/N),” Ward guessed and you nodded with a polite smile.

“It’s great to meet you three. I’ve heard a lot of good things about you kids,” Ward praised and you tried not to roll your eyes. There was no way your dad was bragging about his kids and you assumed your mom just talked about your antics. She loved talking about your guys’s antics. Bea was likely the only one who actually got any praise from either of your parents at this point.

“Well there’s food on those tables, take as much as you want. Seconds, thirds, go crazy,” Ward motioned to the long tables displayed with food, buffet style, “Bea there’s a few kids over there who I know would love to make a new friend,” Bea ran off at that, “and you two. My daughter Sarah and my son Rafe are somewhere over there with some others your guys’s age. I know you guys definitely don’t wanna hang around when the old people start talking,” Ward laughed and your parents chuckled while you tried to hide your wince with a smile.

Ward ushered your parents off, leaving you and Isaiah to stand awkwardly looking over the crowd of people.

“Wanna go get food?” Isaiah offered and you nodded eagerly.

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Kiara was on enemy territory. If there was one thing she definitely had not wanted to do, it was go to a Kook party (in Sarah Cameron’s house nonetheless) to welcome a new Kook family, but her parents practically threatened her. Now she was here, trying to avoid all the Kooks (i.e Sarah) while her parents mingled with other parents. Kie had done a pretty good job slipping off so that she wasn’t forced to talk to any one and was sitting on a chair that was basically hidden away from the rest of the crowd.

‘SOS. god pls get me out of here’ She texted her group chat with the other Pogues and threw her head back in irritation as she waited for a response.

“Y’know I think I just saw Chad, Brad, Tanner, and Hunter over there,” a voice she didn’t recognize startled her and Kie looked up as you and a tall boy made your way over to the spot she’d claimed. You were laughing, your cardigan sliding off your shoulders and both of you had a plate of food each.

“Yeah, they’re waiting for their homeboys Bryce, Brock, and Tucker,” you shot back and the boy barked out a laugh.

Kie smiled as she caught onto the jokes you guys were making. Yet her smile dropped as she realized that from your unfamiliar faces and your unique sense of style she could tell you two were two of the new kids from the new family. Aka the new Kooks who moved into Figure 8. Kiara’s phone buzzed and she looked down at it.

‘want us to crash?’ Pope had responded, though from how it was worded, Kie could bet that JJ had sent the message.

As down as she was for that, her parents were in attendance and they’d probably ban her from ever seeing her friends again (not that something like that would stop her).

“Hey uh,” Kiara jumped and looked up, making eye contact with you and your brother, “Oh shit sorry, we were just wondering if we could sit here?”

“Yeah no, go ahead,” Kiara motioned to the empty chairs.

“Thanks,” you smiled at her and Kiara admired your makeup now that you were much closer.

“I’m Isaiah by the way, but call me Zaya,” Isaiah raised his hand before motioning to you, “This is my sister, (Y/N).”

“I’m Kiara, but most people call me Kie,” Kie introduced and you and your brother nodded. Kiara’s phone buzzed again, drawing attention to it.

‘kie want us to come get u?’ John B texted. Kie quickly picked up her phone so she could respond, she glanced between her phone and you and Isaiah before deciding.

‘nah it’s ok’

‘?’ was the immediate response from Pope and Kie could almost hear the confusion.

‘met the new kids. theyre cool so far’

‘If you say so. But jj says dont fall for it’

Kie rolled her eyes but could understand the sentiment. She told them not to worry about it before putting her phone off to the side. You and your brother had started a different conversation while Kie had been otherwise preoccupied. Kie watched and listened to you two talk, justifying that it wasn’t eavesdropping since you’d come and sat with her in the first place.

“That sounds dumb but ok,” you offered and Isaiah scoffed.

“I mean I looked up if there was one around here but there isn’t so what else am I gonna do.”

“Sorry, what isn’t here?” Kie interrupted, curious about the context of the topic. Isaiah glanced at you before turning to Kie.

“Skate park,” he answered, “There isn’t one in the Outer Banks so I could just street skate, but there’s nowhere to drop in. But I was also thinking of just going somewhere and bombing a hill.”

Kie wondered if she was losing her mind. She knew there wasn’t a skate park on the island, the closest one was on the mainland. Most people who skated rode on longboards rather than actual skateboards and as far as she knew most people in the OBX just preferred to surf. But what had lost her was “drop in” and “bombing a hill”.

“Closest skate park’s on the mainland,” Kie confirmed and your brother seemed to deflate.

“You skate?” You questioned and Kie shook her head.

“I’m a surfer. Not much to do when you live out here,” she joked.

“No shit?” you asked and Kie looked up in thought but shrugged.

“Well me and my friends, we usually either surf, or we go out to the marsh. We swim, drink, smoke. Either out at the marsh or just at my friend, John B’s, house. Sometimes we throw keggers. Have bonfires. We usually know how to occupy our time,” Kie wondered why she was speaking to these two so comfortably.

“Parties?” Isaiah questioned and Kie winced.

“Aside from keggers, people on the Cut don’t really throw house parties. The Kooks are always throwing stuff like this though,” Kie nodded over to the event that was meant to welcome you and your family in the first place. You glanced back at the party/gathering that you’d practically forgotten about. Since you’d arrived you and your brother actively avoided interacting with the teenagers all dressed like they were pledged into Kappa Beta Who Gives a Shit.

“Sorry, Kooks?” Isaiah questioned.

“Oh um...Kooks are like the rich people, anyone who lives in Figure 8. Boarding schools, trust fund money, private tutors,” Kie explained.

“So...we’re Kooks? Because we live out here?” you questioned incredulously. Kie nodded her head and you raised a brow. Sure, you weren’t poor, you’d already established that. Back in California you lived just a few houses down from Cal Jacobs, who owned practically the entire town. You acknowledged that you were definitely more financially privileged than some people, but you’d never had the luxury of going to a private school (shoutout to East Highland) or having a private tutor. And even with as much money as your parents seemed to make, the idea of a trust fund was laughable.

“OBX is kinda split. John B always described it like...two tribes, one island,” Kie smiled as you and your brother gave her deadpanned expressions, “So y’know who the kooks are, but the other half are the Pogues. Basically the bottom of the food chain. Pogues live on the Cut, the poorer side of the island. Kooks and Pogues don’t really get along.”

“I’m gonna be completely honest with you, that’s like the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” you stated bluntly.

“Wait is this like...Soc’s versus Greasers? Like The Outsiders?” Isaiah questioned and Kie’s eyebrows furrowed at the comparison.

“You're telling me your whole island follows basic labelling like it’s an 80s high school movie?” you questioned in a state of shock and all Kie could do was nod. Kooks and Pogues and even Tourons were just something people knew growing up in the Outer Banks. She’d never really let it sink that other people probably found the concept ridiculous.

“Do you have bad experiences with...Pogues or something,” you questioned and Kie shook her head firmly.

“Nah, I’m no Kook. They’re entitled, narcissistic, assholes.”

“So you’re a Pogue? Then why are you here?” Isaiah laughed and Kie slumped in her seat.

“My parents forced me here. I go to school with these assholes...but I’d never be like them,” Kie shook her head as she caught sight of kids she recognized from the Kook academy. Her family was less upper class, and more working middle class if she really thought about it. Unlike a lot of the highly privileged Kooks, Kie knew what it was like to need to work for the money they had.

“So then how’s being a Pogue going for you exactly?” you questioned. Deep down you knew that you probably shouldn’t have been entertaining this whole Kook vs. Pogue thing but you’d also never encountered an entire county of people that was so blatantly classist.

“Literally great. I surf all day, I get to hang with my friends. The best part is that it’s away from all of...this,” Kie motioned to the crowd that you had separated yourselves from, “Speaking of, we’re actually having a kegger tomorrow. Would you guys be down to come?” Kie looked between you and your brother.

“Uh yes, please,” you were quick to answer and Kie laughed, “Honestly I was preparing myself for the most boring fucking summer of my life, but I’m really glad we met you,” you admitted.

“Definitely won’t beat back home though,” Isaiah mentioned and you groaned. The thought of missing all the parties that were probably being thrown back in California made you frustrated.

“Man don’t remind me.”

“You guys moved here from California right?” Kie asked so that she could keep herself in the loop. It wasn’t hard to pick up that you and your brother tended to go off into little conversations of your own but she understood that it was probably because neither of you knew Kie and therefore didn’t know what to bring up in conversation. Kie was an extroverted person but this was something she noticed Pope doing a lot.

“Yeah, LA actually,” Isaiah confirmed, “Definitely not ‘Paradise on Earth,’ but...”

“There’s no place like the Outer Banks,” Kie said, though the sarcasm dripped from her entire being.

“Meh,” you shrugged off with a tone of disinterest and Kie laughed wholeheartedly.

_________

The three of you ended up talking for the entirety of the night. Kie was determined to stay completely hidden away from the rest of the party’s residents, meaning she had kept herself planted in her chair for quite literally the entire time you guys were there. Isaiah, being how he was, had gotten up a few times to get more food or to grab something new to drink. He had come back with something for Kie each time.

Kie was interesting, she led the conversation a majority of the time and constantly kept it flowing. You appreciated someone who could work past awkwardness and still keep up a conversation. You ended up exchanging phone numbers and social media and had talked about a whole lot of shit; from keggers, to your outfit, to how moving felt. Isaiah and Kie had even gone on a pretty long debate about music, (something about the top 5 albums of all time, or was it how meaningful a playlist was? or maybe it was about whether it was ok to separate an artist’s actions from their music?).

Kie was a down to earth, do shit for herself, actions speak louder than words kind of girl. She spoke her mind about everything she was passionate about and though you weren’t preaching about sea life and turtles, you could obviously understand where she came from with her frustrations, you’d just never really met anyone who was so deeply passionate about it.

The feeling of your phone vibrating against your leg took your attention off of Kie.

“Hello?” you answered it and Kie paused.

“(N/N)! Where are you?!” Bea’s voice screeched and you furrowed your eyebrows in annoyance.

“I’m with Zaya, we’re sitting by like some trees, I don’t know.”

“Mom says we’re leaving right now!”

“Bea stop yelling,” you said firmly, “Ok, we’ll just meet you guys by the car then.”

“Ok!” your sister yelled and before you could snap at her she ended the call. You shook your head and put your phone into your bag.

“We leaving?” Isaiah asked and you nodded as you gathered yourself and your belongings. Kie began to clean up as well, standing up and helping you and your brother out while you gathered up the empty water bottles and cans of soda. Now that Kie was standing you could see that she was actually a little taller than you originally thought.

“It was really nice meeting you Kie,” you said sincerely and Kie smiled. After the three of you cleaned up she helped lead you guys toward the front of the house without having to deal with whoever was left over at the party. You wondered for a moment about how she was pretty familiar with the layout of the home.

“I’ll see you guys at the kegger tomorrow?” Kie asked.

“Uh, where’s that gonna be again?” you questioned as you spotted your family’s car.

“Oh it’s on the Boneyard,” Kie explained and you only stared at her blankly, “Ummm, y’know what. I could just pick you guys up?”

“Yeah for sure,” Isaiah said and you tried not to think about how weird it was going to be arriving at a party at the same time as your brother. That was something you tended to avoid doing when you were back home considering you usually went with your friends.

You and your brother bid Kie goodbye. You’d never been the type of person to initiate hugging, so when she gave the two of you a wave you found yourself just waving back awkwardly.

Now you were settled in the car, heading back home after a ridiculously tiring day. Bea was going off on a tangent about one thing or another and Isaiah had fallen asleep, wedged rather uncomfortably against the car door. You were texting in your group chat, telling them all about Kie, Kooks, Pogues, and everything in between.

You wondered if you could finally get a dog.

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charmingcentry · 5 years

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Bechloe - Lost

Part 1

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- CHLOE’S POV -

A wide stiff yawn emerges from an awakened Chloe, turning off her 5:30 A.M. alarm. Although her veterinary profession doesn’t require her to clock in until 9 A.M. sharp, she rises extra early to run errands beforehand in hopes of free time after clocking out at 5 P.M. She rubs her eyes and stretches out her body, letting out another yawn in the process. The redhead creeps out of her room, cautiously walking to the bathroom, not wanting to wake her roommate, Aubrey Posen. Let’s just say, no one would want to deal with grumpy exasperated Aubrey unless they’re looking for a death wish. Chloe lets out a sigh of relief after her seemingly long walk from her bedroom to the bathroom, grateful that she didn’t wake up the blonde. The redhead switches on the shower faucet and steps in, resisting the urge to break out into song. Instead, she hums the tune of When I’m Gone, a song Beca had shown Chloe over the course of their many video chats.

Ever since the two met, they have been inseparable, usually talking over the phone after Beca has put Jamie to bed and after Chloe has taken care of her veterinary-related research along with dinner. Their video chats, audio calls, and text conversations have lasted approximately an hour each night, their longest being 2 when coincidentally, the two had an off-day from their profession. The two feel like teenagers whenever they talk at night, avoiding to stay up too late since they both wake up early morning. Throughout the day, Beca and Chloe usually send somewhat flirty texts to enlighten the other’s mood and day.

Chloe: this puppy i just took gave vaccines to reminds me of you ngl. Beca: is it because im as sick as a dog? Chloe: ha ha very funny. but no, it was pretty tiny actually ;P Beca: hey! Chloe: its coat of fur had similar color to yours. it was also pretty adorable too;) Beca: you callin me cute beale? bc trust me, when im sick like this, i look horrifying Chloe: aw no you donttt. you looked really hot during our facetime date last night;)) Beca: it was probably bc of my high fever but thanks chlo Chloe: oh whatever. i gotta go but ill text you later. feel better becs!

The redhead turns off the shower faucet and dries herself up, using a blow-dryer to quicken the process of drying her hair. She walks out of the bathroom into the kitchen, greeted by an energetic Aubrey who is chopping up fruits on the counter. The blonde greets the redhead, shoveling the sliced fruit into a blender. Chloe pats her friend’s shoulder and quickly downs a banana that she snatched from Aubrey’s cutting board.

“Hey! That was gonna go to our smoothie Chloe.” Aubrey exclaims as she tears another one of the yellow fruit from a bowl.

“Sorry, Aubrey!” Chloe exclaims, tying on her running sneakers. “Needed a quick snack before my run.” She opens their apartment door and heads out. “Bye Bree!”

“Bye Chlo, be safe!”

- BECA’S POV -

“Mommy get up already!” The brunette lets out a groan as her little daughter basically body slams her, feeling Jamie’s hair smothering her own face. Beca elevates herself and lays back on her forearms, noticing the clock read 6:45 A.M. The brunette ruffles her daughter’s hair as Jamie lets out a giggle, proceeding to then step off of the bed to pull her mother by her arm. “Come on! You promised you would get me ready for picture day!”

Beca finally gives in to her pleading daughter and gets out of bed, scrambling around her room to turn on the lights. “Okay sweetie, let mommy get ready first alright?”

The excited girl lets out a squeal and makes her way down the hall of their small condo as Beca continues to wonder how in the world Jamie has this amount of energy so early in the morning. Well, I guess it’s because she’s only five and for some reason, younger kids have a lot more energy than everyone else in the world. The brunette lets out a yawn, grabbing a change of clothes from her closet as she shuffles her way to the bathroom as her slippers scarped against their hard wooden floors. Beca brushes her teeth as she scrolls through her phone, being met with dozens of text from her friend Stacie Conrad who is already teasing about Chloe this early in the morning

Stacie: how are things with that redhead going;)) Beca: honestly its too early in the morning for this stace. but its good i guess. we have a coffee date later tonight which should be cool Stacie: YAY! so happy you decided to go through with it Beca: thanks i guess? but i mean, i am too. chloe seems pretty nice and stuff Stacie: you needa sharpen up on your complimenting game if you want a second date with that gorgeous redhead of yours Beca: oh shut up conrad. Stacie: :). oki, imma help Bella organize her school items now. byeeeee! Beca: cya weirdo.

The brunette walks out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed after dousing her face in cold water. One of the cons of being a night showerer is that they definitely suffer from lack of energy in the morning, so Beca splashes her face in cold water to make herself more alert and awake. She finds her daughter sitting patiently in her room, still in her pajamas with wet hair, Beca smiles that her daughter is beginning to learn how to shower on her own. Jamie’s mouth turns into a big grin when seeing her mom walk in, immediately bouncing up from her small racecar bed - a hand-me-down from Stacie after Bella grew out of it - and rushing towards her mother.

“What should I wear?” Jamie asks in excitement, still jumping up and down in place. Beca smiles and scoops her up, walking over to her closet. The brunette slides the door open and puts on a dramatic pondering face, causing Jamie to let out a laugh.

“How about~ this!” Beca exclaims, pulling out a light yellow sundress with white polka-dots scattered across the fabric, a present from Chloe the redhead had given it to Beca when she saw the brunette’s dad pick up Jamie from kindergarten.

“Yes! Chloe gave me that!” The brunette puts her daughter down and playfully throws the dress over Jamie’s head as she lets out another laugh yet again. “Hey! That’s mean mommy.” Jamie pouts as she pulls off her pajamas with the help of Beca. The tinier brunette lifts up her arms as her mom drapes the sundress over her body, Jamie letting out another squeal of excitement as she sees her outfit.

“Careful with noise Jamie, we don’t want to bother the neighbors do we?”

“Bo-ther?” Her daughter asks, Beca being reminded that there are words that Jamie still doesn’t know - the music producer also has to watch her cussing too...

“It means you make someone sad in some way. Some of our neighbors get bothered when there is a lot of noise when they want to sleep.”

“Oh, okay! I’ll try not to… bo-ther.” Beca smiles as she kneels down to braid her daughter’s hair, finally getting the hang of it after countless tutorials on Youtube and incidents of countless hair pulling. After 5 minutes, the braid was finished and Beca finishes off her outfit with baby pink sneakers, planting a kiss on Jamie’s cheek.

“Okay, let’s roll Jamie! Get your backpack.” Beca states, tying on her sneakers and grabbing her car keys off of the bowl that rests on top of the kitchen counter

“What about breakfast?” Jamie asks, getting a backpack that is twice the size of her own body.

“Don’t worry, we’re stopping by a cafe. I need to get coffee for someone and we’ll eat there.” Jamie lets out a small cheer, she always loved when they ate breakfast at her favorite cafe.

“Who are you getting coffee for?” Beca takes ahold of Jamie’s hand as they walk out of their condo, the brunette locking the door after them.

“Chloe sweetie.”

“Why?”

“Just a little surprise for her,” Beca states, wondering why her daughter is suddenly asking many questions.

“Wow mommy, you really like Chloe.”

Beca chuckles as she presses the elevator button to the main floor of their condo building. “Yep, I sure do Jamie.” They walk over to the parking lot and Beca hoists Jamie in her car seat and begins the seat buckle process.

“No, wait! I can do it on my own.” Jamie says, grabbing the seatbelt from the top left corner and clicks the belt into the slot. Beca stands back in astonishment and prevents a tear trying to escape. Her little Jamie is slowly growing up.

“Pretty neat little dude, getting smarter every second.” She walks over to the driver side of the car and gets in. She buckles her own seatbelt and starts the car, turning up the radio, laughing when Jamie quietly raps along to No Diggity... maybe Beca should play this song a lot less with her daughter in the car.

#bechloe #beca mitchell #chloe beale

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almightyhollands · 6 years

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Delicate

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Hi! Can you write a tom x reader based off Taylor Swift’s song Delicate? Thank you!

A/N: alternatively named ‘almost.’ it took me a very long time to write this, not because it’s particularly good, because it's been a long time since i’ve actually tried to write something worth a dime. so here’s this. im kind of proud of it.

This ain't for the best

My reputation's never been worse, so

You must like me for me…

We can't make

Any promises now, can we, babe?

But you can make me a drink

You’re almost sure Tom isn’t coming when you see a sleek black car coming up the road. It parks behind you and you watch from the roof of your car, your legs crossed as you try to ignore the cold metal biting you through your skinny jeans. Tom steps out and though you always knew it was him, you let out a subconscious sigh of relief. The moon shines high in the sky when he climbs onto the roof with you, sitting to your side. Your thighs are touching and his arm naturally finds his way around your shoulders; you lean into him, grateful for the extra warmth. Your hand lets go of the sleeve of your hoodie, allowing your fingers to slip around his back and dig into the material of his own sweatshirt against his side. “Thought you weren’t gonna come.” You admit quietly, and he sighs softly. His head leans against your own, his now-long hair falling to tickle your forehead as his jaw moves against your hair while he speaks.

“Couldn’t get away. Everyone stayed awake forever, they wouldn’t leave the main room long enough for me to sneak away.” He excuses, and you purse your lips. “I’m sick of this.”

Your heart jumps and you furrow your brows. “Of what?” You ask, carefully to keep the fear out of your voice.

“The sneaking around. I just want to be with you, no secrets.” His head lowers to nuzzle against your own, and you have to keep yourself from shivering when his nose brushes across your cheek. You sigh contentedly, allowing your eyes to close as you basked at the moment; it was rare you had them, after all.

“Me too.” You admit, your eyes still closed as his breath fans across your cheek. He smells of mint, as he always did. The sweet scent fills your senses as you lean closer to him, desperate for more contact.

“Soon. It’ll be like that soon, I promise.”

You listen to his words, nodding. But the lead brick in your stomach told you that you were going to be staying how you were, where you were for much longer than he promised.

Dive bar on the East Side, where you at?

Phone lights up my nightstand in the black

Come here, you can meet me in the back

Dark jeans and your Nikes, look at you

Oh damn, never seen that color blue

Just think of the fun things we could do

'Cause I like you

You’re almost asleep when he texts you.

Where are you? He asks, and you furrow your brows.

Where am I supposed to be? You reply, setting your phone down before you get almost an immediate reply.

We were meeting at the bar, remember?

You groan. Of course, you had forgotten your one public outing with Tom in months. You’re thankful that you hadn’t changed out of your clothes before you had almost accidentally fallen asleep on your couch. Grabbing a pack of gum, you pop a piece into your mouth and toss the rest in the purse sitting on the counter beside it. Checking yourself quickly in the mirror, you leave swiftly, quickly locking the door behind you as you rush to your car.

When you reach the small, dingy bar you’re inside within minutes. Your eyes immediately find him; his back is turned towards you as he speaks to the bartender. You walk towards him, careful not to rush. You want to reach out to him, want to wrap your arms around his waist and press your lips to his. But you know you can’t, so instead, you just sit next to him and order a rum and coke, meeting his eyes when he looks over at you with a small smile.

“Hi.” He greeted softly, and you smiled.

“Hi.”

“You look great.”

You scoffed. “I was asleep when you texted. You’re the one that looks great.” He’s wearing dark blue jeans, a gray tee shirt that wraps oh-so-deliciously around his frame, and some sneakers. The outfit is simple enough, but it’s effective to the point that you almost can’t take your eyes off of him

It’s the same bar you met; you had been out with your friends, not even a month and a half before. You weren’t exactly sure how it had happened, all you knew was that one second he was buying you a drink and the next you had your arms around his neck, his lips pressed against your own. You had been either together or talking constantly since that night; it hadn’t been nearly long enough for the two of you to come out to the public and it was obvious to the both of you. Your interactions had been limited to your apartment, after midnight stargazing, and meeting at the hole-in-the-wall bar where you had never seen anyone under the age of 40, spare Tom.

Is it cool that I said all that?

Is it chill that you're in my head?

'Cause I know that it's delicate (delicate)

Is it cool that I said all that?

Is it too soon to do this yet?

'Cause I know that it's delicate

Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?

Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?

Isn't it... delicate?

You’re almost ready to say it when he rolls over, the moonlight bouncing off of his smooth skin as he stares sleepily at you. The corners of his mouth turn up lazily and his fingers run over the side of your face, caressing you as you struggled to decide where to put your feelings.

Three months, it had been. Maybe you were being obsessive, maybe you didn’t actually love him. Maybe it was the deep infatuation and the warm post-coital glow that he managed to cast over you every time. But it didn’t keep you from wanting to tell him that maybe you did love him.

You didn’t want to take the risk of him getting scared, so you kept your mouth closed as he continued to watch you, his hands pulling you into his chest. His skin is still slightly sticky and his heart rate is almost completely back to normal; the light pounding is loud against your ear as you lay your head on his chest.

“God, you’re so great. Literally the best.” Tom sighs, and you furrow your brows, looking up at him with a smile.

“What?”

“Like, I don’t know what it is about you. There’s so much. You’re so funny and cute and smart and Jesus Christ, you’re good in bed. You’re just so great. Perfect.”

You chuckle softly, pulling him closer.

‘I love you, I love you, I love you,’ the voice in your head cries, but you just press your lips to his and say, “You’re pretty damn great yourself.”

Third floor on the West Side, me and you

Handsome, you're a mansion with a view

Do the girls back home touch you like I do?

Long night, with your hands up in my hair

Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs

Stay here, honey, I don't wanna share

'Cause I like you

You’re almost ready to fall asleep when he stands carefully, grabbing his clothes. Your eyes force themselves open as you look at him tiredly, a raised eyebrow. “Where are you going?” You ask softly, your voice thick as he looks back at you. He moves back to you, buttoning his jeans before leaning down over you. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, pulling back just slightly.

“I need to go before Harrison wakes up for his run.” He reminds you, and you groan quietly, muffling your head further into the pillow. “I’ll text you tonight, okay?” He says, and you nod, removing your face from the soft fabric and looking up to him. He presses his lips against your own and you kiss him back slowly, trying to burn the memory into your brain. You didn’t ever want to forget him, the way he made you feel, the words he said that made you shiver. Lucky enough or you, you weren’t sure you ever could forget. When his lips leave yours, it’s all he can do to just look at you. His eyes glanced over your face, watching you as you did the same to him. His hand brushes away the messy hair that covered your face, thinking to himself that he didn’t particularly want to leave you; not today, not anytime before, and definitely not anytime in the near future.

Eventually, he presses another sweet kiss to your lips and moves to the door. He rests his hand on the handle and turns around to face you. His mouth parts as though he wants to say something and yours does the same as you pick yourself up to lean against your elbows. The two of you stay like this for a considerable amount of time before he closes his mouth and opens it again to say, “Bye.”

It’s all you can do to quietly reply, “Night.”

This ain't for the best

My reputation's never been worse, so

You must like me for me…

Yeah, I want you...

We can't make

Any promises now, can we, babe?

But you can make me a drink

You’re almost ready to cut yourself off when he does it for you.

“(Y/N), it’s all going to be fine. Stop stressing, okay?” He tries to calm you down and you groan.

“Stop telling me it’s going to be fine, how could you possibly know that?” You ask him. He raises an eyebrow.

“Because it has been fine every time up until now, what could possibly be different this time?”

You pause, deciding whether or not you should continue the quarrel or ask the question that’s been hovering in your mind for weeks now.

“What are we doing?” You ask, your voice defeated as you look at him. He’s startled, you can tell, and you almost feel bad for catching him off guard but you’ve been wondering for far too long.

“What do you mean?” He asks quietly. His brows are furrowed and your teeth bite your bottom lip as you wonder how exactly to answer. You know he doesn’t want to come out to the public about your relationship and even if it feels as though it’s to save his reputation, you know he’s trying to protect you too. You don’t want to pressure him into coming out when it’s obvious that your relationship isn’t developed enough to do so.

“I just… I feel like we’re stuck. We’ve been in the same spot for weeks now and I know that you’re busy, I know that, but you say you want to be with me and then you bail on me. I don’t know what you truly want from me and from this relationship if this is even a relationship. I just need to know what we’re doing so that I can keep myself from being strung along.”

Your statement is followed by silence as Tom processes what you’ve blurted to him. You worry as you watch him, worry that you’ve said too much as he purses his lips.

“I like you.” He finally says, and you sigh. “I know that things have been weird lately, but I promise you. I like you, a lot. You know that. I want to be with you.” He assures, moving forward until he’s just inches away from you. His hands reach for your own as he looks into your eyes, freezing you in place. “Okay?”

“Okay.” You assure him right back, and when he nods and presses his forehead against your own, he whispers the word that you’ve been hearing for the past four months.

“Soon.”

Is it cool that I said all that?

Is it chill that you're in my head?

'Cause I know that it's delicate (delicate)

Is it cool that I said all that?

Is it too soon to do this yet?

'Cause I know that it's delicate

Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?

Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?

Isn't it delicate?

You’re almost ready to change when he finally walks back into your bedroom.

“You look stunning.” He says, and you scoff.

“As if.” You sassily reply, causing him to grin. It’s an early morning after a late night, your hair pulled up into a messy bun. You’re tucking the front of a striped button up behind the button of your jeans as he buttons up his own shirt, the dark fabric of the short sleeve shirt seeming as though it were about to burst around his arms.

It’s a sweet morning, one you’re sure you won’t forget as long as you live. There’s music playing in the background, whatever has been pulled up by your Spotify as the both of you dress, sharing small looks with one another as you bustle around the small apartment. There are two mismatched mugs on the counter, one with coffee and the other with tea, that have been set right next to each other. You smile at the sight as you prepare yourself with a smoothie for breakfast, humming as you cut fruit into the blender. Tom finally comes out of your bedroom, now fully dressed in an outfit he had left in there weeks ago in the event that he hadn’t snuck out early enough, in the event of this morning. The blender is loud as he picks up his tea, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before taking a sip and pushing himself to sit on the countertop of the small kitchen that you had been accommodated with. When your smoothie looks like it had mixed well enough, you pull the blender off its stand and pour it into a cup you found buried back in the cupboard.

Tom watches you all the while, the smallest of all smiles playing upon his lips as you hum along with the upbeat song playing from the speakers connected to your phone. He finishes his tea and hops off the counter, rinsing his mug out before leaving it in the sink. He takes a small sip of your smoothie, hums in appreciation, and presses a smooth, deep kiss on your lips. Surprised, you lean against the counter as he slips his tongue into your mouth, his hands on your hips. He allows himself just a few more seconds of the kiss before he pulls away, presses a chaste kiss to your lips, and says, “I adore you,” which happened to be both his new way of announcing his parting and a way to assure you of his feelings.

“I adore you, too.” You reply, and he grins. He grabs his keys off the rack near your door and turns to give you one last glance, before stepping out.

Sometimes I wonder when you sleep

Are you ever dreaming of me?

Sometimes when I look into your eyes

I pretend you're mine, all the damn time

'Cause I like you

You’re almost ready to leave when you hear him whisper your name.

“(Y/N),” He says quietly, and you turn around. You’re fully dressed and surprised that it had taken him so long to wake up.

“Good morning.” You greet, and he groans.

“Where are you going?”

“I have to open the shop today, I told you last night.” You remind him. He buries his head in the pillow.

“Why can’t these people make their own goddamned coffee for once? Sure would make my morning a lot easier.” He whined, and you snort.

“Oh, it would make your morning easier, would it?” You ask, falling beside him on the bed to allow him to pull you closer to him for a few moments. He hums in agreement, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You bask in his warmth for longer than you should until you stand up, pushing off his grabby hands as you straighten your outfit. “Don’t leave too late, okay?” You say, and he nods, now mostly awake. You press a kiss to his hair and watch him lay on the pillows again with a smile and a shake of your head.

“I’ll see you soon.” You say, and he nods.

“Have a good day.” He hums, and you close the door behind you, cutting off the three words falling from his lips.

Is it cool that I said all that?

Is it chill that you're in my head?

'Cause I know that it's delicate (delicate)

Is it too soon to do this yet?

'Cause I know that it's delicate

Isn't it delicate?

You’re almost ready to end it when he cuts you off in a panic.

“Stop, okay? Please stop.”

“Tom, I understand that you wanted this to be stable before we went public, but it’s been six months. I think that’s stable enough unless you have something to tell me.” You say, your tone tired.

“(Y/N), you don’t understand.”

“No, I don’t. I know that you’re trying to protect us but I don’t think you understand how damaging hiding this is. None of my friends have any idea what’s going on in my life and I’m physically ill when you have to sneak out of my apartment in the morning because I know it’s nearly impossible for you to not get caught. I’m freaking out here and you seem to be perfectly fine while I’m spiraling.”

“I know, trust me. I’m just as stressed out as you are.”

“Tom, I really think that we should just be done.” You admit, and Tom feels his breath catch in his throat, his voice much more fervent now.

“No. Absolutely not.” He vehemently disagrees, and you sigh.

“Tom--”

“I love you.” He cuts you off, and you furrow your brows.

“What?”

“I tried to tell you a few weeks ago but you didn’t hear me. I love you. I’m not letting you leave. I know that I love you. If I know you love me too, we can go public.”

You paused. Of course, you loved Tom; he had given you no choice but to fall in love with him. You wanted to be with him, no doubt in your mind. “I don’t want you to think this is just because I want to go public,” You breathe, and he waits, watching you carefully, “because I do love you. I really do, and I want to be with you.” He lets out a breath he had barely noticed he was holding. He surges forward, one hand reaching to cup your cheek and the other pulling you to him by the waist. He presses a kiss to your lips, one unlike any other you had shared. He was gentle despite the energy running through his veins. He held you close and tight, keeping you with him as he took your breath away.

When he pulls away, you can do nothing but look at him. His eyes are wide and bright as he looks back at you, an easy and relaxed smile on his lips.

“I love you.” You whisper, making him grin.

“I love you too.”

And not two hours later, a picture of you appeared on his Instagram.

Cutest girl ever.

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hiii first of all i love the way you write!!! love love love and i was thinking could you do something about eddie being a flower shop owner and richie a music store owner?? Like eddie is all flowery and soft and richie is A Punk but with the sweetest smile and their stores are in front of one another, they see eachother all the time but they don't know how to interact!!!! xx

first of all thank you so much ❤️

aND OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS

so eddie’s working at the cute floral store downtown where his cousin linda used to work at but now she moved to nyc and recommended eddie,,, her 19 year old cousin to the boss and voalá! eddie’s so cute and cuddly so immediately he got the job!!!!

and richie works at the music store opposite. his story of getting the job wasnt so ‘cute and cuddly’ see he got kicked out of his condo ,,, fired from kfc AND dumped by his girlfriend so he’s bunking at his buddy’s tommy’s place who works at the cd store and one day he was like hey! we’re actually looking for a new worker so r u interested and ofc richie was and yeah.

now as we’ve got the backgrounds covered,,,, one morning eddie comes to work with a takeaway cup of latte in his hand, he’s about to start opening the door when he hears some rattling and a loud “oh, fuck me!!!”

he turns his head towards the voice and sees a boy with out of control black curly hair,, he’s wearing a yellow colored flannel and a pair of ripped black jeans and slightly broken converse and he’s on the ground picking up some cd’s that eddie now figures have fallen down from the trolley

eddie has never seen him before so he’s curious

then the guy turns his head towards eddie too and eddie flusters because ho ho holy SHIT this guy is CUTE

“how do you do” the guy just nods and eddie rushes in to the floral store too shocked to interact with this cd guy

throughout the whole day eddie keeps on glancing outside from the windows of his store while he waters the plants or something,,, trying to see more of this guy and every time he does the boy just waves at him and eddie turns his gaze away IMMEDIATELY as he blushes

richie’s not doing so well on his first week he’s constantly dropping the cd’s or spilling coffee on the table or fucking up the cash system

this may all be partly due to the fact he can’t stop staring at the floral store boy

one day they come to work at the same time,, walking on the opposite sides of the street and glancing at each other, but neither one dares to say anything

richie can’t help but SWOON over the baby pink sweater this other boy is wearing and how it’s hanging all the way down to his knees and he just looks so cute and pure??? in his beige chinos and white sneakers

meanwhile he’s probably scared of richie in his studded leather jacket and chains on his jeans

one day eddie is watering the plants by the window again, gently biting on his lip as he looks at richie outside his cd store , a cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth as he’s putting some poster on the billboard outside

“what are you looking at??”

eddie flinches and turns his head to his co-worker kate that is holding a coffee mug in her hand and then she gasps

“oH MY GOD YOU’RE DROWNING THE PLANT EDDIE!!!”

eddie looks at the vase and gasps too, turning the watering can up again,, cursing quietly as kate just grabs the plant and goes to change the dirt or whatever and eddie turns his gaze back outside,, kind of upset to see richie went back inside his store :-(

on a snowy ,, dark thursday in december richie’s walking to the evening shift and turns his gaze to the floral store just like every other day but now he sees eddie smiling to the customer and talking something ,,, then listening to whatever the customer is saying with the FRIENDLIEST little smile and then chuckling and oh fuck richie’s in love? he’s so much in love that he doesn’t realize he’s already at the store and now someone opens the door and richie doesn’t notice and the door slams straight to his face and he lets out a grunt as he slips on ice and falls to his butt on the ground

the next day eddie’s counting the cash when he looks up and sees the cd store boy,, lightly limping as he walks to his store

kaspbrak is worried is he ok???

turns out richie’s hurt his tailbone and now he needs a week’s rest

“im totally FINE tommy!!” richie says as he grimaces on his way to the kitchen to get some coffee

“richie you look like a old man that’s shat his pants”

“im FINE!” richie says, trying to straighten his back but soon letting out an ow ow ow- as tommy rushes over to him and guides him towards the couch where richie lays down

“seriously. im gonna do your shifts this week. just rest and watch jurassic park”

RICHIE JUST WANTS TO SEE THE CUTE FLORAL STORE GUY SO BAD HE MIGHT JUST CRY

but the feeling’s mutual

after the first couple of days of being confused and sad with not seeing richie, eddie finds himself basically running to work every morning hoping that today’s the day he’s finally gonna see the trashmouth cursing and kicking the trolley that won’t move but he’s never there!!!

he’s getting worried

oh my god is he dead???? he was walking weirdly what if he’s dead???

eddie’s a little nervous at work and kate notices he’s glancing at the cd store literally EVERY other second

“looking for the cute record store guy huh?” kate just casually asks as she flips the page of the magazine she’s reading and eddie flusters as he turns his head to kate

“wHAt”

“just so you know he’s not gonna come in for the rest of the week”

“????what why????”

“he hurt his tailbone because he fell.”

“he fell???” eddie frowns

“yeah i know tommy who works at the store. he said richie was distracted looking at something and so he fell”

eddie’s heart does a little jump

“richie?” he asks ,, his voice kinda soft

“yep that’s his name,” kate says and sips on her coffee

eddie just feels this weird warmth go through him as a small smile takes over his lips when he thinks of richie

on monday richie’s so fucking READY to go to work he hasn’t seen eddie all week other than inside his brain

and eddie’s practically been the only thing in there

so monday morning,, richie’s walking to work (slightly still limping but definitely not that bad anymore), he wants to go usain bolt and SPRINT but his doctor told him to take it easy so he’s gonna do that but not because the doc said so,,, only because he doesn’t wanna stay home for another week or two and not see eddie again

so eddie’s opening the store door again when he hears the sound of snow scrunching on the other side of the street and turns around ,, nearly dropping his coffee takeaway when he sees richie

richie’s heart flusters as he sees eddie and he stops at the store, both of them just staring at each other

until eddie finally speaks

“…hi”

richie almost chokes on air is that his voice??? that’s the cutest voice ever????

“,,hey” richie speaks

“where were you” eddie asks immediately regretting because oh my gOD now he knows eddie’s noticed him being gone

richie feels kinda happy??? that this cute boy has acknowledged his absence

“i had an accident”

“an accident??” eddie asks even tho he knows about it already but he decides to ask still because he kinda wants to know what richie was looking at when he fell

richie thinks whether he should go for it or not but oh my gOd flower store guy looks so adorable in his pastel pink bomber jacket and grey big wool scarf and the coffee mug in his hand and ????

“well this is kinda funny but i was looking at this cute brunette opposite the street and got hit in the face by a door” richie shrugs “and then i fell”

eddie’s tummy does a backflip and he has to bite down to his lip to stop himself from smiling ear to ear

RECORD STORE GUY THINKS HE’S CUTE??????????

“really?” he asks

“yeah.” richie says “he’s really cute. do you happen to know his name?”

eddie giggles. LITERALLY giggles

“i think his name’s eddie” he says and richie smiles evER SO SOFTLY BECAUSE EDDIE????? CUTE

“so,, eddie,” richie clears his throat “what time do you get off work?”

“six”

“!!! so do i!!!“richie lets out a laugh “you got any plans???”

(no he totally doesn’t but he’s gonna call tommy to come cover the rest of his shift)

“yeah” eddie says and richie’s smile fades because the grey cloud of disappointment falls over his lanky frame now

“with this super ridiculously hot record store guy,, we’re going out for pizza”

and now richie could do a backflip

ridiculously super hot????!?!??

he’s smirking so wide his face might tear up soon

“really??? how hot is he again???”

eddie chuckles

“really hot.” he says

if somehow possible,, the smirk on richie’s face widens even MORE

until he lets out a kind of raspy laugh and glances down at the ground

eddie could pass out from the sound of his laugh

and then ,,, cool and confident AF richie’s like

“see you at six then, eddie spaghetti”

richie mentally slaps himself for saying that outloud because that ruined the whole confident hot bad boy thing he got going on

“eddie what???” eddie asks

“nOTHING SEE YA” richie says and rushes in

neither one of them can focus on their jobs fully that day bc they’re so excited about the date that night and they keep glancing at each other through the windows and smiling so widely at each other

richie forgets to take a customer as he’s just gazing at eddie

“uh hello???”

richie flinches back to the moment

“yES HI”

and the pizza date went great they had SUCH a fun time getting to know each other better,, laughing so much flirting so much

(richie totally guided a pizza piece to eddie’s mouth and then was like oops you got some cheese here and then softly brushed it away from the corner of eddie’s mouth with his thumb and looked at eddie’s lips for a little too long and oh GOD the tension™)

and they were just enjoying each other’s company so mUch that they then decided to ,,, well,,,

take it back to richie’s place

which isn’t actually richie’s place

it’s tommy’s

the date went a little too well if you ask him

bc he had to

…listen…

but oh well! reckless teenagers! what can you do!

so the next morning richie has a day off from work but eddie has the morning shift and OOPSIE he slept in and now it’s 11.25am and he wakes up from under richie’s arm and he doesn’t even realize/remember it at first but now he opens his eyes and sees the cute record store guy asleep without a shirt on next to him with his hair even messier than usual and he’s kinda snoring and he looks so PEACEFUL and eddie’s heart expands and he finds himself smiling at the sight

and then he looks at the clock and realizes he’s slept in

“fUCK”

he jumps up so fast he wakes up richie who just goes “??????”

“FUCK im late for work SHIT”

richie’s like wow this cute thing can curse

“i gotta go,” eddie then says

“call me?” richie asks with a pout and eddie wants to sob

“i’ve got a better idea” eddie says, pulling something out of his pocket that turns out to be a pack of bubblegum

“oh wow! silly me im forgetting my gums!! well i better come fetch them after work today!!”

richie has the biggest grin on his face

“bye” eddie says and leans down to kiss richie who kisses him back so passionately that eddie melts in to the kiss and almost just decides not to give a fuck and fall back to the bed

“ohHhhkay i really gotta go” he then breaths out and rushes out of the room before it’s too late

he sees richie’s roommate by the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper

and then he looks up at eddie

“moooorning”

eddie gulps

“good morning” he says before storming out of the house

once he gets to the floral store there’s sO MANY PEOPLE because it’s december 22nd and it’s almost christmas and well the holiday season is always busy

“kate oh my god i am SO sorry-” eddie blurts out as he rushes in , straight behind the counter

kate doesn’t answer anything at first and eddie feels so bad and he immediately takes the next customer

once the store is a little calmed down ,, customers just walking around kate speaks

“have fun?”

eddie turns bright red as he looks at kate

“huh???”

“you’ve got…” kate nods towards his neck and eddies eyes widen as he grabs the tiny mirror from the table and looks at his neck that’s got a HUGE hickey

“oh my god!!” he blurts out and kate smirks wide

eddie has to wrap his scarf around his neck

but he kinda likes the hickey

and he smiles to himself at the thought of going back home to richie after work

he could actually get used to it

no. he could definitely get used to it

and he will because in a couple of months they decide to move in together and its the best god i love domestic!reddie

the end💓 💕 💖 💞

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