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predestinatos · 3 months

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you mean everything - MV1 ೀ⋆｡🌷

summary: max needed a wedding date and you were used to being his fake partner.

tags: max verstappen x fem!reader, fake dating, friends to lovers, max is so whipped, fluff, a bit angsty maybe?, mentions of alcohol

word count: 2k

notes: i've been writing (and thinking) so much about max... my period is coming please give me a break i'm sensitive. also would love to get some feedback if possible so i know if it's worth making a series out of this!!!!

"If you want to make it believable at least hold my hand" you half-whispered to Max, who was buttoning his blazer while getting out of the car, you behind him.

"Sorry, I'm not used to this with you" he said chuckling. His sweaty palm held yours tightly, and the feeling of it was odd. Knowing Max for so long meant that these romantic gestures felt almost cringeworthy to you both, and you both had to put up award winning performances every time you played this game.

The game in question being fake-dating. It started as a funny joke where you both thought it would be great to test out the Get A Champagne Bottle For Free At This Restaurant If You Propose theory (which worked, by the way). From then onwards, you used each other as dates whenever asked by annoying family members, creepy coworkers, or just because you felt like lying.

The talking wasn't hard - you both felt comfortable in that part, lying with words coming off almost dangerously natural - but when it came to acting the part, both of you felt awkward, like kids who found relationships absolutely repulsive.

This time, though, the performance would last longer than usual: it was a wedding. Max's friend's wedding. Max could've just gone along, or bring a friend (even you as a friend). Yet he had told his friend, after one too many shots on his Bachelor's Party, and after being chosen as The Guy Who'll Take the Longest to Settle, that he had, in fact, a girlfriend. His friends didn't believe him, so he showed a picture of you two together - a selfie really, nothing much. And they still said they didn't believe it. So here you are.

You couldn't blame him, even if you wanted to. You agreed to use each other as a fake partner for as long as you could in as many situations as required, although when it all started none of you ever thought it would lead to wedding attendances.

So now there you were, Max's hand on yours, entering the small church. His eyes locked with the groom, who waved and called for you to sit near the altar.

"So you ARE real" he said, nervousness laced in his voice even as he tried to lighten the mood himself. You giggled at the irony of it, nodding as you said your congratulations.

"Just wait until the guys see this" he continued gesturing towards the bench where 3 other men around his age sat. Men you had seen before in some Instagram pictures, men you spent the previous night trying to memorize basic information about so you didn't sound suspicious.

Max's hand now fell on your waist almost instinctively - it wasn't instinctively, he told himself once he noticed its positioning. And if it was, it was only because he took this so seriously, almost as a sort of method acting. Sitting down next to his friends, he noticed how all of them seemed surprised at your presence, and something like pride filled his chest. He loved winning, loved being right even if he was lying; but most especially, he loved how jealous other men seemed to be over the fact that he was (at least in their minds) dating you.

He couldn't deny - though he tried, really - that you two looked good together. His rougher features mixed with your softer ones gave you both an aura of near unreachability, which yes, was pretentious of him to think but he thought nevertheless.

The ceremony was quick and endearing, a smile spread across everyone's faces at the shared loved between the bride and the groom. As the crowd clapped, Max leaned into you, "don't tell me you're crying". "I am, just to think that I'll have to keep pretending to date YOU for the next 10 hours" you replied, his mocking smile recognizing the joke.

The reception hall was beautifully decorated with shades of soft green and violet orchids. Max tried not to think about how much it matched the shade of your dress, how you looked like you had come to life from a classical novel. He tried to feel like anyone but Mr. Darcy as you felt so much like Elisabeth Bennett to him.

Sitting down next to him, you found this part easier - mingling and socializing was something you enjoyed more than he did - especially with alcohol in the mix. It's a wedding, you thought; this is what weddings are for.

So you drank the wine with the main course and sipper champagne to celebrate and ordered a few cocktails when it was time to dance and talk - and you felt it on your body almost as much as you felt Max's hand occasionally sitting on your thigh, but not even close to how strongly you felt his thumb caress your skin as he did so. Truth was, he too was drunk; his eyes looked smaller and his cheeks were flushed, and the amount of times he ran a hair through his dirty blonde hair had caused it to look messier. As you looked at him, you felt he never looks as attractive as when he is like this - loose and carefree, his shirt sleeves rolled up and a smile on his face when he notices people laugh at his joke.

"I have to admit I didn't think it was true" his friend said when Max left to go to the bathroom. He looked drunker than the two of you combined, his words hard to decypher, like a riddle. "He's been talking about you for months now and we never saw you for real so we thought you didn't exist" he laughed, and you laughed back before it registered.

"Months?" you asked him, eyebrows furrowed yet attempting to remain composed. You shouldn't have asked it - a supposedly month old girlfriend wouldn't be surprised but you were his fake month old girlfriend and you weren't understanding it anymore.

"Yeah. He talks about you so much all the time I think even we started to date you" he laughed again, yet this time you didn't find the joke so funny. You were frozen in your seat, merely blinking as if trying to put the confusing puzzle together, the pieces not quite fitting the way you thought they would.

A touch on your shoulder unfroze you, almost like magic, like a disney film come to life. You turned around to find the groom, somewhat sober, smiling at you while also looking somewhat concerned. "He's calling for you... And he's also absolutely wasted" he said, pointing to the door of the hall.

"Shit" you cursed, getting up from your seat at a speed you couldn't believe, worry filling your heart, making you forget the conversation you were just having.

Opening the door to the garden outside, you found Max sitting down against the wall, shirt partly unbuttoned and disheveled hair. When he saw you, he grinned, such genuine happiness laced with tipsiness.

"Lightweight" you mocked as you crouched in front of him, trying to balance yourself on your heels, somehow managing it despite your own drunkness.

"You're laughing at my mis- Shit- my misery" his throat bobbed up and down, exaggerating his own agony with a hand on his chest and another on his forehead like a Shakespeare character.

"I have to admit it's quite fun sometimes" you bit your lip as you fixed his hair as best as you could, hands brushing through its soft, blonde mess.

"You're so– you're so sweet" he said, his words dragged and messy. He brought a beer bottle to his lips but you stopped him before any liquid touched them.

"I think that's enough of that for tonight" you grabbed it and placed it behind you, sitting in front of him.

"See now... Now you're being mean" his hand grabbed a strand of your hair and played with it softly as he pouted.

"Okay big boy I'm gonna get you some water" you say, getting up once again, yet his hand stops you, grabbing your wrist tightly.

You looked at him, startled. His drunken state is visible, and it felt frustrating that you had to be the one sobering up for him. The music vibrated through the wall he leaned against, somehow tickling him, making him giggle.

"Stay," he managed to say, eyes half closed, "I'm so glad we're- Fuck things are spinning so much" his hands rushed to his eyes and his head hung low, "Ah fuck. I'm so glad we're datin- Fuck, no, oops-" he continued laughing despite how sick he felt, the whole situation sounding hilarious when filtered through alcohol.

You giggled along with him, mostly because you wanted to see if you could convince him to move, scared he might feel worse or pass out on the cold floor if he doesn't do so. "Fake dating. Fake dating, I know. I knowww" he continued, his words dragged and his finger pointing at you before poking your nose with such innocent sweetness you were taken aback.

"Max" you tried to sound more assertive but found it hard to do so, your own intoxicated state making the situation lighter than what it actually was. Your heart racing was a symptom of it, one you wouldn't feel if sobriety was an option, you thought. Max's eyes wouldn't seem to stare at you differently were he sober as well, and the way he scanned your features, his gaze staying on your lips for longer than expected, wouldn't affect you in the slightest had you not drank some alcohol.

"I like it when you say my name" he looked up at you innocently, pleading, almost.

"Want me to say it again?" you asked, smiling. You complied with these demands because you knew they were childish whims of an intoxicated man, his happiness a priority in times like these. Upon his nod, you started saying his name, half teasingly, half reassuringly, the leaves rustling in the garden behind you.

"Max... Max!! Max Max-"

He shouldn't. It would complicate things, and he liked when they were simple, clean and organized. He knew he shouldn't even when his whole vision spun and his brain convinced him that he should do things he would never do otherwise. But every time he refrained from saying something he would stumble across all his words and trip and fall and his head would only hurt more, and it seemed as if he could only focus if he kept listening to you and talking to you and looking at you.

The lights shone behind you in a way that made it feel as though he was dreaming, like you were a mirage, too good to be true. Maybe his friends were right - you weren't actually real. He wanted to be sure, in that moment. That you were real and that he wanted you as much as he thought. And though he shouldn't, though it was a terrible idea, he couldn't help but lean over to kiss you.

He tasted like champagne - bubbly and slightly sweet, his movements sloppy given his state, yet you couldn't help but drink it all in. Part of you - a big part - reciprocated the kiss, felt his fingers on the side of your neck, pulling you messily towards him, and tried to steady him, guiding him gently with your own lips.

It was odd, how this felt so right yet the fake hand holding didn't. As Max kissed you, that thought entered his clouded mind - did it feel wrong because it was fake and this was real? Your skin felt so soft, so much softer now he could touch it freely and unapologetically.

"Fuck-" he started, pulling away, his head resting against the wall once again as he stared at you, noticing how it hasn't hit you yet; what you just did, how it affected everything. "I fucking love you" he shrugged as you fixed your hair, pausing with arms raised for a few seconds before smiling softly.

"You're drunk" you replied, looking at his own grin, the gleam in his eyes making him appear both innocent and guilty of so many things.

"I'm drunk and I fucking love you"

"Max..." you started, and he said your name back to you with such tenderness you couldn't believe his lips tasted of alcohol earlier and not something sweet.

"We'll talk tomorrow, okay?" you continued, waiting for the silence to swallow you both.

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izvmimi · 1 year

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cw: crack, fluff, insecure bakugou. izuku and shoto have unnamed female partners.

“Are you good?”

Izuku doesn’t hear him the first time, and Katsuki makes a grunt of frustration before raising his voice again to repeat the question.

“What the hell is going on with you, Deku?”

Izuku startles slightly at the question as he zips his duffel bag closed then turns to his friend/coworker. His left arm is still bent with his hand rubbing his flank, just as he has periodically for the past hour.

“Yeah?”

“Why are you acting like you have the spine of an eighty-year-old?” Katsuki inquires, closing his own locker. Izuku gives him a look of confusion initially, then his eyebrows raise as he connects the dots.

“Oh, yeah my back hurts a bit. The couch we have isn’t that comfortable.”

“Couch?”

Shoto looks up, still hunched over tying his shoelaces, also curious. Izuku notices his sudden interest and laughs, scratching the back of his head.

“Well, uh... ___ had a dream that I was cheating and-”

Bakugou grimaces and cuts in. “So you slept on the couch?”

Izuku’s embarrassed laughter worsens. “Well it’s easier to just do that than to explain to her that she doesn’t have premonition...”

Katsuki sighs and rolls his eyes, not intending to inquire further about his friend’s girlfriend’s insane behavior, but Shoto suddenly snorts as he stands up. Surprised, the other two glance at him.

“And why are you laughing?” Katsuki is the first to ask.

Shoto slings his far-too-expensive gym bag over his shoulder, smiling.

“Because for once I actually get this sentiment.”

Katsuki raises his eyebrows. “What do you mean you get it?”

As Shoto leads the way out of the agency locker room, Shoto explains that the last time he slept on the couch had a similar tone -

“Apparently there’s a wrong way to answer ‘would you love me if i were a worm’?”

Izuku frowns.

“Yeah, you should have dodged that..”

“I mean, she did curl up next to me afterwards to sleep so it was okay... eventually... after a lot of tears.”

Shoto and Izuku laugh while Katsuki follows along, suddenly realizing he’s the only one who might be left out of the experience of having an insane partner. The elevator down to the garage opens, and the three step out with Katsuki still lost in thought.

“Wait, they both act like this?” he asks.

Izuku and Shoto exchange a look then shrug.

“I guess love makes you a little ridiculous,” Izuku offers. Shoto grins in agreement and suddenly Katsuki has the sudden feeling that he’s losing.

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When Katsuki shows up to your apartment an hour, you can practically feel the tension in the air, emanating from the deep frown on his face.

You raise an eyebrow at him as he makes eye contact with you, wondering what the problem is this time. It’s not that he’s never been prickly coming home, but usually he softens when you greet him; this time however, you welcome him home and he gives you a less than enthusiastic response before dropping off his keys on the counter and running to the bathroom.

You give him 2 minutes to do his business and flush, then when he comes out decide to deal with his pouting gently.

“What’s the problem, baby?” There’s a tiny bit of playfulness in the way you reach for his cheeks and pat them, and he leans into your touch, even if he’s grumpy. Placing his hands on yours, he asks, completely seriously,

“Don’t you have something silly to ask me?”

Your hands drop from his face slowly and you tilt your head to the side, slow-blinking.

“What?”

He takes your hands and replaces them back on his cheeks, an action that almost brings you to laughter but you opt instead to remain serious.

“Don’t you wanna ask me if I’d marry you in every lifetime or something?”

You watch him stunned then laugh.

“What is this about?”

He pouts.

“Do you even get jealous over me?”

The two of you watch each other in silence as you take this in, and then you burst into laughter for real, unable to hold it in.

“Katsuki-” you start between giggles, “- what’s this about?”

“You’re not crazy enough about me,” he finally admits, then his hands lower for his arms to wrap around your waist, pressing you flush to him.

You give him a sly look.

“So you’re giving me permission to be crazy?” you ask. A finger is pressed to his chest and you draw circles on it. As you look up at him furtively, your teeth now biting your lower lip in mischief, he wonders if he’s making a mistake.

And yet he takes your fingers in his hands and kisses them.

“Yes.”

You giggle and pull back, putting your hands on your hips.

“Have you considered that you might be the crazy one?” you tease.

And that goes over fine at the moment when he hugs you and kisses you and decides to move on to dinner, but it’s an idea that suddenly plagues him in the middle of the night.

Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it...

He turns over to you in bed and nudges you. Your eyes creak open and he looks positively distressed, as he asks:

“Would you still love me if I were a worm?”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou imagine #thoughts: bakugou #daydreams: bnha #mimi's notes

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running-with-kn1ves · 4 months

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PUNISHMENT: A Reward

A/N: Decided to name our ‘PUNISHMENT’ fic boy Malachi, lemme know if this is a win or a fat L my scrumptious pogchamps. ALSO happy valentines day! (Posting this early let me be)

CW: Toxic relationship, possessive/obsessive behavior, suggestive themes, mentioning future seggsual acts/fantasies

Synopsis: Out on a group date for Valentine's Day with your possessive, jealousy-ridden boyfriend is never a good idea, especially when he finds the special surprise you’re wearing for him.

“Hrmm… seems like they have a lot of Valentine's themed stuff on the menu.”

“Well it IS the season! No other reason for it being so packed in here...” One of your friends across the table perked up, slightly annoyed at the stuffy atmosphere.

She was right, every table was filled, every booth full of chattering couples or first blind dates, even double or thruple dates just like the one you were on.

You were lucky your friend's boyfriend had managed to snag this place a week in advance, else you might be thigh to thigh with everyone else in a tinier booth. Ha, as if YOUR boyfriend would allow that; you'd probably be on the edge of the shared booth seat, nearly falling off just to save you from being ‘too close’ to anyone else, even your own friends.

“Annoying… I don't get why going out on Valentine's Day is so important, what happened to dates in the privacy of your own home.” Said the devil you were thinking of, that comment nudging to how he was far more in favor of spending a “romantic” evening home alone with you instead of being here with your two friends and their spouses.

“Awe, is puppy dog Malachi upset he has to share? We planned this weeks in advance, so suck it up, we have a right to see OUR friend tonight.” That same friend hissed.

Your other friend nodded. He would’ve added on, if it weren’t for the death stare your boyfriend was currently drilling into everyone else across the table. You hadn’t been out in a group setting like this in… who knows how long.

“Oh, really? Don’t fucking--”

“C’mon you guys,” You grabbed onto Malachi’s thigh, a tight squeeze making him stop in his angry tracks to look down.”I’m here right now, shouldn’t we be catching up, not fighting? I missed you, missed this.”

Your sincerity seemed to ease them up, a flash of contrition on your female friend’s face. She hated your boyfriend, clearly, wearing a scowl when she turned back to Mr. moody himself. He rested his face on his palm, looking at the other couples every now and again, always keeping a short glance at you out of the corner of his eye to make sure you weren’t having too much fun.

One of the spouses --you had forgotten the name of by now after the evening’s short introductions-- had begun talking, complaining about coworkers or customers, one or the other.

Wow, has it been so long that your friends have completely different lives now, new people that they spend their time with that you weren’t even told about? Well, its not like you’ve exactly been open to receiving that kind of news, or able to be, with so little time to make phonecalls lately, your phone always seeming to disappear, phone numbers no longer existing in your contacts… it was truly a miracle you managed to have this outing, and Malachi thought so too.

“I swear if she prods at me again,” Your jealous guard dog of a boyfriend started, hand clenching the red, heart-embroidered table cloth.

“Take it easy, okay? I know you don’t want to be here but-- just do it a little longer, for me. Thats what we agreed, right?”

You took his hand in yours, bringing up his clenched fist to your lips. You thanked the skies that physical affection always seemed to drown out his fiery temper. You wondered how much longer that’d last.

“Fine. But I can’t stand looking at them anymore, come ‘ere.” Malachi patted his thigh, hands moving to your hips to help bring you to your new seat.

“Seriously? We’re in a.. A nice restaurant, with my friends--”

He gave you a knowing look, one that said ‘if you don’t listen, i’ll drag your ass back to the car without the pleasure of friendly goodbyes.’

You didn’t know if you could handle the embarrassing shit he put you through anymore. It tested the strength of your will and the integrity of your soul at this point.

You did as he demanded, slowly making your way to sit on the edge of his lap. Most of those around you didn’t seem to notice, an occasional glance looking to see what you were doing, but ultimately going back to the lively story of one of the nameless significant others. You tried to hover above him, afraid to fully commit to sitting down on top of him, but a small ‘what are you doing’ and forced downward push of your hips made your butt make soft contact with his lap.

“That’s right… that’s better.” He cleared his throat, putting one arm around your waist and the other on your knee. You directly blocked his view, your boyfriend not moving to see the rest of the group, instead leaning against you like a perfectly shaped body pillow.

“Can’t you atleast act normal? Don’t you have any shame around other people,” You whispered, knowing that one of your friends was reading the uncomfortable expression on your face and was in turn, giving a similar expression of discomfort.

“Hey, you know how bad I can be, this isn’t even the worst of it. You want me to really embarrass you?”

A waiter broke the quiet spat you were having with him, asking if you’d like another drink. He didn’t acknowledge the man behind you, either out of not seeing him or to purposefully avoid the dark eyes digging into his soul behind your shoulder.

You croaked out a polite “yes please,” looking for your friend’s fellow responses. They all answered in kind, the waiter scurrying away to another busy set of tables.

Malachi scoffed, coiling around you tighter.

“D’you see that? I knew we shouldn’t have come out here, in front of prying eyes… bet he’s hit on every other pretty thing he’s seen walk in here, so don’t get any ideas.”

You almost turned around to gawk at your boyfriend, such an insensitive and insecure string of words wounding you.

“I would never..”

You almost let him ruin the rest of your evening, the dreadful pit of wanting to go home entering your tired mind. But you promised yourself you’d try to make an effort in repairing your friendships, attempting to memorialize your friend’s smiles and laughs, trying to come up with the names of their spouses you had just heard a half hour ago. If you wouldn’t see them again for a while, atleast you could have this.

And with the two-second memory your boyfriend often displayed,(except for when it came to your “betrayals”) he was enamored with something new.

“Oh, what do we have here…” Malachi tip-toed down the elastic waistband of your pants, looking at the lacey red lingerie underneath. It wasn’t hard to spot, not when it was a drastic change from your usual tame undergarments. Well, tame for him, he had seen them all at this point.

You wouldn’t have noticed his prodding peculiarity if it weren’t for that worrying heightened pitch in his voice, one that always started trouble. Fingers nipping your tummy and around your wrist weren’t unusual, you had become accustomed to it from how he pawed at you at home, never seeming satisfied, but this, wasn’t the usual lack of personal space.

“Hey! You weren’t supposed to see that.” You slapped his hand away, having which already gotten a full touch of the goods you were hiding.

“What is that supposed to mean--” Malachi started, and you knew he was about to expect the worst. You shut him up as fast as you could.

“It’s supposed to be for tonight, idiot!” You whispered with a harsh tone, starting to get fed up with his childish reactions, which always seemed to jump to conclusions. “...Did you forget that it’s Valentine’s day or what?”

You barely let the words escape from between your teeth, not wanting to admit the silent internet escapade you went on to find something that wouldn’t tear your ass in half or be so tight you’d be left with more marks from it than him. But even so, after the sneaking around in trying to catch the package before he could and clearing out your emails as soon as possible, he still managed to see it before you had planned.

Now, you wondered if it was worth it, with the lace itching your chest and the other giving you a wedgie.

“awe.. no way, for me? All for me?” Malachi was promptly sweet on you, much different than the heel-biting mood he was in a short few minutes ago.

You leaned back to get close to his ear, shifting your eyes anxiously. You really didn’t want your friends to know about the violently ravenous side of your boyfriend that wouldn’t stop him from making a scene about it here and now, which you anxiously tried to prepare for in case of the worst. “It’s for when we get back home…so lets just enjoy our time here, just sit still with me for a little longer.” You tried your usual ‘gentle parenting’ method, holding the heavy knuckles around your waist, to soothe him into letting you spend just a little bit longer with your friends.

Malachi kicked his feet, exasperating at this newfound interest and the ways he could torture you with it, could make you beg him for its secrecy. Oh how he could envision having you at his mercy, so cute and sexy but ultimately deserving punishment for going behind his back about something so temptatious, something another man could see and take if he weren’t there.

“But now, baby I don’t know if I can wait.” He grinned, raking his teeth over his bottom lip so much it looked like it hurt. You felt him shift underneath you, leaning up to grind against your backside. “Man, you really should’ve hid it better, ‘cause now its all I can think about..”

You rolled your eyes, feeling his heavy exhale against your cheek. Your friends were too immersed in their own conversations with their loved ones to notice anything else, legs strewn over one another and fingers interlocked as they felt the cheap haze of their Sweetheart Cocktail’s and Rosé’s of Love. You would’ve much preferred to be tipsy along with them by now, but the truth is you were too nervous with the possessive man beside you to truly let loose anywhere other than alone. On top of that, the scolding you’d get from him for being so relaxed was not worth the extra headache.

And yet, the wanton expression he held for you, the hands that fiddled to get deep and play with his surprise, made you feel so wanted. More wanted than your friends had made you feel this evening. They just looked at you with concerned frowns and confused cocks of their heads as they questioned to why you were still with this crazed maniac.

“What I would do to bend you over in front of these idiots, make you do more than say my name while wearing these adorable lacey little--”

“Don’t tell me you’re already thinking of heading out.” Your female friend piped up, looking at the credit card Malachi put on top of the split receipt that has been sitting lonesome for a good while.

He almost broke, annoyed at the sudden interruption.

“Afraid so,” Your anticipating boyfriend gleamed, not even her sour attitude dampening the rising excitement in his perverted mind and tightening pants. “We have some other plans to attend to.”

“What could be more important than friends?” She asked, looking at you to advocate against your controlling spouse.

You felt a greedy palm reach up your shirt, falling back down to paw for the thin garment below your waistline.

“If we don’t go now.. I don’t know how much longer I can wait. Can’t promise that I won’t rip these fucking shorts off you here to see what all is underneath.” He whispered against you through gritted teeth, barely able to stop from kissing you raw.

“We’ll stay… just until the waiter comes back for his tip.” You choked out, not letting on about the roll of Malachi’s hips that pressed you up against the table.

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judasgot-it · 1 year

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Hi! Could I request ADA members with a s/o who stopped paying them so much attention because they decided that Kenji is their child now and that they'll protect him and show him tons of love? (Not sure if it's understandable so - s/o is playing with Kenji instead of spending time with (character))

I hope I got it right lol please beat me if I did

ADA members with a s/o who 'parents' Kenji (Atsushi, Dazai, Yosano, Ranpo)

Atsushi

You don't work at the ADA and being friends with the members is important to Atsushi considering they're his only family

So seeing you get along so well Kenji makes him happy - he sees him as a brother in some ways

But having him encroach on his time with you has made him a little jealous - he's working on it, but you come to the ADA to visit him not Kenji

So seeing how much time Kenji takes up? A little difficult to take up

You even say "where's my boy?" when referring to him

Excuse you? He's your boy

The orphanage did not help him when it came to relationship stuff like this. He is a little needy for your time - sue him, he just wants to be with his s/o

Will try to now avoid having the two of you meet up at the ADA or meet his coworkers so he can get as much time with you as possible (it doesn't work. they always find him.)

Dazai

He thought it was great at first

Tried to tease Kenji by pretending to be his dad

Would annoy Kunikida too

"Oh, sorry, my son needs help, I can't do paperwork right now. Maybe next time!"

Since you and Kenji are so close he'll try to make him do tasks he doesn't want to do - if Kenji is coming over then he will make that poor boy do any sort of housework he was too lazy to do

He is annoyed though when he has to act PG-13 around him because you would beat him otherwise

You also let him join your lunch dates occasionally along with Kyouka - it's just downstairs, why would you force those kids to pay for their meals?

You take them around the city too - Dazai is of course forced to join you

No point in arguing, he's basically forced to act like their dad for the day

At least he gets compliments for it

Yosano

She's really fond of Kenji - he's a sweetheart, an angel

So I feel like she would be pretty ok with being more friendly with him

Convinced you would hangout with Kenji when she's doing her "operations" since they might take a while

He would get you two to go on fun dates though - probably some cottage core stuff like picking fruit trees

It's mostly those two doing the picking while you come over and bring them water and snacks

She doesn't have the heart to be jealous about you giving a lot of time to Kenji

But she is very honest with her feelings if she starts to feel left out

She loves Kenji but she has her limits too

Ranpo

He definitely plays along with it

The man is childish as hell but I don't think he would get upset at something like this

If anything it's the perfect time to but into the situation and be annoying

He drags Kenji into pretending to be 10 and going to stores with the two of you so you can get good deals or free snacks (they're all for him)

It does lead to Kenji following him into his lunch dates with you though, which he hates because he can't ever let Kenji pay for himself since he's so young (childhood trauma is real)

He definitely plays up being a "fun dad" around him and Kyouka, especially when you're around

Convinced he's relieving the time he had with his parents before they died, so that's part of why he enjoys it so much

I'd do more but these guys are probably the most interesting for the prompt tbh !?

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai x reader #dazai x you #yosano x reader #yosano x you #atsushi x reader #atsushi x you #ranpo x reader #ranpo x you

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froggibus · 2 years

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Can you do a jealousy headcannon for the Shimada bros? (Genji and Hanzo)

Shimada's + Jealousy

Pairing: Hanzo Shimada x reader, Genji Shimada x reader

Genre: fluff/slight angst? headcanons lol

Summary: how jealous are the Shimada brothers + how they react to someone flirting with you

Word count: 1k

CW: slight harassment (Genji's), naïve reader (Hanzo's), drinking, slight possessiveness, protective! genji

so this is my first ever time trying to do headcanons...definitely felt a little awkward but it was fun to try! if i ever do more in the future it will definitely be the same as this format (a few hcs and then a written scenario). this is short oops

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Hanzo Shimada:

Hanzo is definitely the jealous type IF there was something he genuinely had to be jealous of

He’s not really the kind to get jealous/possessive over you just talking to a guy

But if someone starts flirting with you?

Its over

He gets SO annoyed for no reason

Not that he would do anything about it (except pout)

He’s spent most of his life learning to be diplomatic so he knows how to keep things to himself

Still, doesn’t mean he likes seeing some guy flirting with you

If they get touchy?

He's there in an instant to give them a silent reminder to back off

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Hanzo watches you silently, dark eyes narrowed. You’re talking to an old coworker, giggling about something he had said about your old manager. There’s a bitter taste in his mouth at the sight that he couldn’t explain.

He couldn’t quite remember when he had started to feel this way—maybe it was when he shifted closer to you during the conversation? He wasn’t sure. He was sure that this man had feelings for you, though. It was clear as day by his body language.

You didn’t seem to notice, though. He sighs. That was typical. You were so friendly and loving towards the people you cared about, you had tunnel vision when it came to these things.

“That’s so funny!” You choke out between giggles, face turning pink from lack of air.

Hanzo suppresses an eye roll. The joke wasn’t even that funny. Just some stupid impression of a character he knew you liked. Not even a good impression, at that.

You shoot a look his way, giving him a big smile. Hanzo tries to return it, but even he knows it looks more like a scowl. His ears perk up when he hears what your friend says next, though.

“So, are you doing anything tomorrow?”

You tilt your head to the side, thinking for a second. “I don’t think so.”

“What if we went to dinner?”

You raise an eyebrow. That seems a little strange—just the two of you? You look over at Hanzo, who’s now scowling clear as day. Oh, you realize. Oh. He’s been flirting with you this whole time, hasn’t he? And Hanzo is clearly jealous.

“I have a boyfriend, actually,” you admit sheepishly.

Hanzo has to bite his lip to keep from smiling. Your friend apologizes, and feeling the awkward tension between the two of you now, decides it's time to leave. You wave him goodbye, waiting until he’s out of earshot to return to your beaming boyfriend.

“What are you so happy about?”

“Nothing, nothing,” but he can’t seem to hide his smile anymore.

You jab him in the ribs. “Don’t act like you weren’t jealous.”

“Jealous? That man is an idiot.”

“So if I did want to go to dinner with him…?” You tease.

“Not a chance.”

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Genji Shimada:

Also the jealous type (must run in the family oops)

Definitely gets more jealous than Hanzo

Less discreet about it too

As soon as someone starts flirting with you, he’s watching like a sparrow hawk

Tries to respect your space cause he knows you can handle yourself

But will literally pout the whole time like a child

Reads lips/body language to see what’s going on

Eventually just gives in and forces himself into the conversation

Will hug you from behind or wrap his arm around you

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You’re at the bar, ordering drinks for you and the boys. He was hesitant to go out tonight, but with some light convincing from you and Cassidy, he agreed. Of course, now the boys were in a heated battle of who was better at darts. No, not the game of darts. Just the theoretical topic of who would beat who.

That left you to get the next round, grateful to be away from their testosterone for a minute.

“Those all for you, honey?”

You roll your eyes at the man who had just sidled up to you. “Yeah, I’m actually a binge drinker. Hoping it’ll make this interaction more enjoyable.”

“Damn,” mischief flashes in the man's eyes. “Too bad I like them sassy.”

You hate the way his eyes scan over you, like you’re some sort of prey. You silently wish that Genji was at your side just so this asshole would leave you alone. Hell, you would even settle for Cole at this point.

The bartender gives you your drinks and you hand her a twenty. While you wait for your change, the man tries to chat you up more. You stick to giving him one worded answers, and ignore the passes he’s making at you. It’s not worth it.

Meanwhile, Cassidy had wandered off to the bathroom, leaving Genji to wonder where you were. You had said you were getting drinks, but that was at least ten minutes ago. He scans the crowd, eyes falling on you at the bar next to a tall, burly looking man.

He’s chatting you up, and you just sit there and take it. Genji shoots silent daggers his way, even though you clearly look disinterested. He wants to step in and save you, but he knows you can defend yourself. His chest tightens at the sight.

It isn’t until you try to leave and the man grabs your shoulder tight enough that you wince that Genji decides to get involved. He’s at your side instantly, ripping the man’s hand off of you.

“Back off,” he glowers at him.

The man’s eyes widen in fear at the sight of your cyborg boyfriend, and he raises his hands in defeat. You wrap your arms around Genji’s waist tightly, mumbling your thanks into the fabric of his sweatshirt.

He takes you back to the table, Cassidy still not back from his washroom trip. You wonder if he got his poncho stuck in his fly again.

“Thanks again for the save,” you sip your drink.

Genji shrugs, “I’m here to protect you.”

“How did you even know to come help me?”

“Well,” he says sheepishly, cheeks burning, “I may have been watching him.”

“You were watching us?” You laugh, “were you jealous, Gen?”

He rolls his eyes. “Me? Jealous?”

You raise an eyebrow.

“I was just looking out for you.”

You giggle, planting a quick kiss to his cheek. It’s clear that he was jealous, but you figured it wouldn’t hurt to let it slide this one time. After all, he did save you.

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homeofthelonelywriter · 26 days

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Drawn to you | Pt. 7

(A/N) Okay, writing alive!Alastor is a lot of fun. Also, I'll already put out a warning for the next part. It will be a though one.

Pairing: Alastor x bunny demon!Reader (no Y/N)

Warnings: some more murder, foreshadowing, kisses

Synopsis: He remembers you. Finally.

Alastor couldn’t deny that he was somewhat nervous. After all, he had just killed his boss. No matter how much he tried to concentrate on his work and script for tonight, he kept seeing the bloodied body of the man in front of him. And it made him smile. The rush he had felt…was addicting and in his mind, he was already choosing his next victim.

But before he could do that, he had a show to deliver. And knowing that you were among the listeners gave him the boost he needed to finish his script and slowly get ready. While he was in is office, doing vocal warm-up exercises, he thought of you, how you were probably on the bus at the moment, on your way to the tiny apartment that you called home.

If only you’d let him, he could offer you so much more. A house, with a nice backyard where you could plant your favorite flowers. He would build a swing for the two of you and maybe you could get a dog. Something to protect you while he was gone. You could finally quit your job here and escape this thankless, misogynistic place.

He would put the prettiest, little ring on your finger and wear his own with pride. He would take you to his mama and introduce you, sure she’d love you just as much as he did. He would brag to anyone who’d listen that you're his. His best friend. His lover. His wife. The mother of his children. Children…he would put as many in you as you’d allow. And he’d be a better father than his own ever was.

He could see it clear as day, his life with you.

“Al? You have two minutes until you’re on air?”

The voice of the radio host’s assistant brought him back to reality and he jumped slightly in surprise.

“Oh, of course, my apologies.”

With quick steps, Alastor rushed to the booth he was hosting from and quickly got settled, just in time for the red light above the door to turn on and the music to end.

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to today’s late show. I’m your host, as usual, Alastor! What a lovely evening folks, gotta say, I’m kind of jealous that I’m in here, while ya’ll can enjoy the outside.”

He took a practiced pause before continuing his spiel, talking about some nonsense before he started the first song. As soon as his microphone was muted, he took a deep, relaxing breath and glanced out the large window into the room, where the assistant was supervising the show and taking phone calls from listeners. He gave him a thumbs-up to signal that everything was going smoothly and he nodded in return.

After the song was over, Alastor took the time to talk about the 19th amendment, knowing that you’d have to go to bed soon and he wanted you to hear him talk about it.

“All in all, it’s an important step in America’s history folks, and all I can do is hope that everyone in Congress sees reason and votes in favor. If not…well that’s just proof that this country is ruled by old, fat, ignorant men. And if you don’t agree with me, there is this handy little dial on your radio, you can use to switch to a different channel.”

He knew that he’d get in trouble for that little stab at his listeners, but the image of you giggling about the comment made it worth it. His own smile grew into a smirk that stayed on for the rest of the night until another host took his spot and Alastor could finally go home. On his way out of the building, he noticed the police presence. The body had finally been found.

Acting confused, he joined a small group of coworkers who were whispering to each other in the lobby. They nodded in greeting but continued with their hushed conversation until Alastor spoke.

“Do any of you know what’s going on?”

“Al…it’s your boss. He was found behind the building, dead.”

As if in shock, Alastor took a step back as his eyes widened. He even dropped his jacket which he had been carrying. He whispered his boss’s name, for once, no smile on his face.

“Are you sure? I just saw him a few hours ago. He…he can’t…”

The entire group nodded in confirmation that it was indeed his boss and Alastor blinked a few times while looking at the ground. He soon excused himself, keeping the act up until he was a few blocks away from the building. Even as he was walking away, he felt their concerned gazes on his back. If radio host doesn’t work out, he should consider becoming an actor. Or so he told himself.

On his way home, he felt his fingers itch, his eyes scanning every creature he came across, debating if he could kill them. But no, he had to be patient. After all, he already knew who his next victim would be. Maybe it was a bad idea to kill two people so closely connected, but he had wished death upon your boss from the moment he met you. The only thing he had to figure out was how to do it. But that could wait…for now.

Hell - now

“-stor? Alastor?”

You had woken up a few moments ago, confused for a second as to where you were, but as soon as you noticed Alastor next to you, you relaxed. At least until you noticed that he wasn’t moving. Or even blinking. He just stared ahead, eyes blown wide, his smile as low as you’d ever seen it. He looked…haunted.

You carefully sat up and reached for him. For once you didn’t wait for his permission before you touched him, instead just placing your hand on his shoulder and shaking him slightly. You began to whisper his name, getting louder when you noticed that he didn’t react to any of it. Close to panicking, you placed your other hand on his shoulder and started to shake him with more vigor. At least until his eyes snapped up to you.

With movements so quick it took you a second to realize what had even happened, he pulled you into a tight hug, pressing you against himself and whispering your name. No…it wasn’t your name. It was a nickname he used when you were both still alive. Tears gathered in your eyes at the realization.

“You remember.”

Alastor pulled you impossibly closer, just continuing to whisper your name. Your body started to shake as quiet sobs escaped your lips. You buried your face in his neck, wetting his fur with your tears, but at that moment, neither of you cared.

The demon continued to hold you, slowly shifting you so you were sitting on his lap while he still worked through everything he just relived. How could he ever forget you? The love of his life? His best friend? His girl?

Earth - 1920s

“Well, what can I say ladies and gentlemen, the killing spree continues as another victim was found earlier today. My source in the police department reports that there are still no leads to the identity of the killer, so I urge you: to stay in after dark and stay in groups. No one is safe when it comes to that one.”

Alastor took a breath and glanced towards the window, where the radio host’s assistant once sat. But now, there was you. It’s only been a few months since he had gotten you the promotion, but the excitement of seeing you there never subsided. After all, he’d never tire of seeing you. Especially not after you finally allowed him to court you.

You had said yes shortly after Alastor had killed your boss, not that you knew about any of that back then. But the stress relief it brought you, finally allowed you to even think about dating. And after Alastor asked you out, all you could do was say yes. It started with Alastor insisting on accompanying you home after he was switched to host the afternoon show, meaning that both of you got off at the same time. After all, how could he let you walk home alone when a dangerous serial killer was roaming the streets? Especially because back then everyone was still thinking that he was specifically after people who worked at the radio station.

Him bringing you home turned into you inviting him into your apartment for a cup of coffee, into the two of you getting dinner before going home, into the two of you going to a jazz club. And one night, after you had both gotten at the very least tipsy and you complained about your old boss and the misogyny at work, Alastor was so close to confessing. Instead, he admitted that he envied whoever did it, how he would’ve loved nothing more than to do it himself. And in that moment you kissed him.

You pulled him down and pressed your lips against his in a gentle kiss. The fact that he would kill for you made warmth spread through you. You truly loved this man. But you would never know that truth. At least not in this life.

The shy smile on your lips pulled Alastor from his thoughts. He had been staring at you through the whole song and it was almost over. Usually, he would pause to talk some more, but instead, he decided to just let another one play. You raised an eyebrow as you noticed the switch in behavior, but Alastor just waved for you to join him. So you did.

You entered the room and he extended a hand towards you, pulling you onto his lap once you were close enough. You giggled as you fell against him, feeling his chest vibrate as he chuckled.

“How are you doing, my love?”

You hummed, a coy smile on your lips as you gazed up at him.

“A little tired, the usual lately.”

That made Alastor frown. He had noticed that you seemed to have less energy recently, but he chalked it up to stress. With a worried look on his face, he pulled back and properly looked at you, and he quickly realized that you had lost weight. A lot of it.

How could he miss that?

“Love, I think you need to go to the doctor.”

You shook your head and started to talk about how that was too expensive, but he quickly cut you off, assuring you that he would take care of that. After a bit of bickering, you agreed to make an appointment as soon as you were back at your desk.

After one more kiss, Alastor let you go and returned to host the show, while you walked back to your desk and picked up the phone, scheduling an appointment for the next day.

Neither of you had been prepared for what you were going to find out.

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codenjoyer8 · 2 months

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does anybody know this fic, usually i'm pretty good at finding lost fics but i cannot find it for the life of me. it was posted on tumblr but it is also on ao3 and the ao3 version is much longer iirc

its a simon riley x reader fic, might be tagged as dark!simon because theres an implication he kills someone (in the ao3 version i don't remember this being in the tumblr cut)

he and reader are childhood friends, reader is a civilian, it opens with reader ranting to simon about her dating life while hes sitting on her couch and he makes some kind of dry comment and the reader goes "youre so british" or something. also definitely paraphrasing but theyre having silly banter and reader is like "omg youre supposed to be supportive like my girl friends would be 🙄"

then later on reader gets with another character who i believe is named nick, and simon is jealous bc he wants the reader

(this i cant remember if its a part of this fic or im mixing things up but there is potentially a detail about the reader confessing to simon when they were younger but he rejected her? i remember it like this but it could be the other way around)

reader and 'nick' have a pretty decent relationship, i remember one scene where he picks reader up from work and she rants about her coworkers and hes like "wow (reader's coworker) sounds like a bitch" and they get back to the apartment. when they are making out and then are interrupted by simon texting them

toward the end simon makes his intentions a bit more obvious and nick stops texting the reader for a few weeks, i think theres a comment (that reader makes to simon, not nick) about how she will give nick another chance but cant be with him if hes insecure about her and simons relationship? i honestly dont even remember him being insecure cause he was pretty chill about simon so i think this was just a result of simons behind the scenes manipulations to make the reader think poorly of nick

nick never ends up contacting the reader again so she gets with simon, they are finally together and in his car driving to dinner where she texts nick to end things officially but after sending the message she hears a ping or a light flashes coming from the trunk, and she looks at simon like "wtf" and he doesnt say anything but the way he acts is implying he did kill nick and nick is in the trunk. the reader is in disbelief and starts feeling this slow shock/dread realising what he did

and thats the ending

if you know any fics that resemble this please send even if they aren't 100% matching with the details because i only read it like twice a few weeks ago and did not bookmark it 🥲🥲 tsym in advance if you have any leads!

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thesoftestpunk · 2 years

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Taste of Whiskey

Summary: friends to lovers where you and Bucky go for a night of drinking with friends and it ends in the most unexpected way

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 4080

A/N: I’ve had this in my drafts for ages. If there’s a paragraph you recognize, I took it from this and put it in co-a because I never expected to post this. Also not beta read so, sorry for any mistakes. And if my sibling sees this, I am so so so so sorry 😬

Warnings: smut so minors dni!! Alcohol consumption, slight sub!bucky, cheesy smut, piv sex, oral (f receiving)

You’re tipsy. So tipsy, in fact, you think you might be drunk, but so is everyone else in the room. It feels like the last time you went out drinking was the night you met Bucky through your best friend. Maybe it was true, but it was a while ago. Sure, you’ve had a few drinks here and there at functions or alone with him in either his or your apartment. You both haven’t gone out for the sake of going out and getting drunk, though. Not for months. A thought popped into your mind around your second drink while you observed people. Bucky was being exceptionally gentlemanly tonight. That or you were imagining things with your inhibited mind. You’re watching him across the bar, chatting idly with another coworker of Kates. Kate, who was flirting heavily with a man next to her.

Somehow, his eyes land right on you, and suddenly squirm at the action. Playing it off, you wave politely and he lifts his drink in response. Fuck, you think as you take a large sip of whiskey, which you forgot was whiskey, when did he start looking at me like that? It wasn’t the normal amusement. It was as if he knew exactly what you were thinking, and what you were thinking was you wanted him to push you against a wall and—

“You want another?” The guy's friend Kate is flirting with asks you.

“Oh,” you look down to your glass, the only thing left being the singular ice cube. “Uh, I don’t know. Might go back to something lighter.”

“One more couldn’t hurt.” He’s charming, you’ll give him that, but he wasn’t Bucky.

“Sure,” you slide your glass to him with a polite smile. “One more.”

While he goes back to the bar, you glance over at Bucky. He’s watching from the side of his eyes, trying to not be obvious about it. It makes you laugh and drop her head a little, knowing you wouldn’t be seen too much.

“What’s so funny?” The modelesque man is back, whiskey held out for you.

“That was fast,” you comment as you take it, not taking a sip yet. “I, um, I was laughing at a friend across the room.” Gesturing vaguely, you don’t want his eyes landing on Bucky, who is still subtly watching. “Thanks for the drink.”

“No problem,” he holds up his own glass and clinks it against yours.

Quickly, you find out he’s funny, despite looking so perfectly handsome. It actually almost seems fake how symmetrical his face is. Still, he makes you laugh. Genuine ones as well, not the polite kind where you want to run away from the conversation and are just waiting until he gets bored. As you let out a hearty laugh, your hand lands on his shoulder and he moves in. You realize he’s trying to make a move and curse your drunk flirty self. It wasn’t your intention, but you don't see yourself going home with the guy. Getting another laugh out of you, he puts an arm around your shoulders while you’re distracted. You lean in, not thinking about it at all. For a moment, you think he’s going to kiss you, but then he’s standing suddenly and going back to the bar.

From the corner of your eye, someone walks up to you. You didn’t think you’d be this popular tonight, but then you realize it’s Bucky.

“Need any saving?” He had one hand shoved in his front pocket and the other holding his bottle of beer.

“What makes you say that?” Placing your chin on your hand, you try to not act too flirty.

“You looked a little… I don’t know. When he put his arm around you.” Trailing off, he feels like an idiot for even asking. Wait… was he jealous?

“No, I’m- I'm fine.” Watching his face drop a little, you can’t help but feel oddly victorious. You were making him jealous, something you didn’t think was possible. For courage, you finish off your whiskey once more. “Saw you flirting with someone.”

He rolls his eyes, the corners of his lips just barely turning up. “I wasn’t—“

“You two know each other?” The model looking guy asks and you realize you either never asked for his name, or he said it and you forgot it because you were staring at Bucky the whole time.

“We’re friends,” You explain, taking the third glass of whiskey he offers you.

“Just saying goodnight.” Bucky gives a pained smile. “I should head home, so…”

“What? No!” You pout. “It’s barely midnight!”

“Nah, I should,” he points to the exit.

“Well, I need a walk home.” You gather up your purse, ignoring the fact that you were trapped in the booth by the model guy. “I’ll join you.”

“I- I could walk you home,” the guy offers, turning pink in embarrassment.

“Thank you for the drinks.” Grabbing your glass, you take it all in one sip, trying to not show how badly it burned. “And lovely meeting you, but I should go with him. Make sure he gets home alright.” Before either can argue, you’re waving the guy out of the booth and stand beside Bucky. “Kate, we’re leaving!”

“Don’t wait up,” she says over her shoulder, clearly intending on going home with whoever she was flirting with.

As the two of you walk out of the building, you realize just how much you had to drink in a short amount of time. It makes you a little wobbly, and wearing heels definitely doesn’t help. Bucky’s hand falls on your lower back, keeping you steady until you’re outside. A jolt runs through your spine at the feeling. You convince yourself it’s from all the shots you took so quickly. Outside, it’s still chilly, but not as cold as that first night. You don’t need a coat on your bare shoulders, but every time, Bucky places his there.

“So, you did need to be saved.” Now that you’re outside, Bucky can speak in his normal, softer voice. Another jolt runs down your spine.

“Well,” you hold tight to your clutch, hoping to not give yourself away. “He wasn’t my type so I didn’t want to lead him on, you know.”

“Ah.” He pretends it’s some sort of huge revelation, but he knew that fact about you already.

It’s silent for a while, the only noise between the two of you being your heels clicking against the sidewalk. You feel a little silly. It’s like you’re in high school all over again crushing on some cute boy. It always left you stupidly speechless, which rarely ever happened. Glancing at him from the side of your eyes, you notice it’s a little obvious to him that something is up. He keeps expecting you to speak.

“Everything okay?” He finally asks when you’re about a block or so from your apartment. “You’re unusually quiet.”

“You prefer it that way,” you shrug lightly. “I figured after all that noise, you would want some quiet.”

Bucky studies your face, knowing you’re lying but he just can’t figure out why. Instead of calling you out on it, he just nods once and looks to his feet. Well, shit. He probably thinks you're hiding something bad from him. Or worse, but you can’t think of what that would be. Your footsteps fall together as you near your apartment faster than you wanted. The best times with him were when they were walking.

You only take one step up on the stoop before realizing Bucky wasn’t going to follow. Turning, you find him just watching you. “Oh.” You realize you’re still wearing his jacket and hand it back over.

He clutches the leather tightly, almost as tight as you had been holding your clutch. Opening his mouth to say something, he decides against it and closes it, chewing on his bottom lip as he looks to the side confused. You can’t help but love the way his eyebrows scrunch together. Reaching out, you run your thumb between them, smoothing out his skin. He looks up at you, innocence written all over his features. Just as he opens his mouth to say something again, you capture his bottom lip between yours. With the advantage of wearing heels and being a step taller than him, he has to lean up into you. A soft sigh warms your lips as he kisses you back, noting that you taste of whiskey. It’s then he pulls back, looking worried once more.

“You’ve been drinking.”

“So have you.” You work on the line between his eyebrows with your thumb once more.

“But you’re drunk. I’m not going to use that as some sort of advantage.”

“And you won’t,” you place a kiss on his forehead, making him close his eyes. Softly, you kiss his eyelids, listening to him sigh as his long lashes tickle your skin.

“Doll…” he pulls away, shaking his head. He won’t lie when he says he misses your touch immediately. “I don’t want to do anything you’ll regret.”

“Bucky,” you lift his head up by his chin, his scruff scratching your fingers. “I won’t regret a thing. Unless…” your heart skips a beat from worry. “Unless you would?”

Placing his hand on yours, he pulls it away from his chin and you expect him to leave, but he kisses the palm of your hand. It steals the breath from your lungs, making you feel lightheaded.

“Of course I wouldn’t. I was actually hoping to take you out on a date before even thinking of kissing you.”

You laugh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, your chests nearly pressed against each other. “Doesn’t tonight count?”

“I never asked.” Tilting his head up, their noses bump together before he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Can’t we just pretend you did?” You whisper.

“I’m a pretty old fashioned guy.”

“So that’s a no on coming upstairs with me.” You move your hands to the back of his neck, playing with the baby hairs. It almost makes him say yes immediately.

“I really don’t know how to say no.” He places a quick kiss on your lips, leaving you wanting more.

“Then say yes.” You whisper this in his ear, hot breath tickling his skin. If you said anything else in that tone of voice, he was sure he was going to combust on the spot.

He can’t even speak, just nodding vigorously until you’re dragging him up the steps. In the elevator, he tries to be respectful in case it stops for another floor, but the moment the doors close, he takes you by the hips and presses you against the wall. The railing digs into your lower back, but you don’t care as he moves his hands to cup your face and deepen the kiss. It’s slow, your tongues gliding against each other’s. His hips press you further back, eliciting a gaspy moan from you. It was sort of the last thing you were expecting. As he’s just about to grind further into you, the elevator stops and dings to let him know they can get off.

You grab his hand loosely, dragging him to your front door. You try getting your keys one handed, but it’s difficult. What makes it even more so is Bucky standing closely behind you, placing slow, tender kisses along your neck. Practically burrowing into the crook of your jaw, and his hands wrap around your middle, freeing one of yours. You’re sure your hands are trembling so bad, you won’t be able to open it but you finally do and pull him inside, still attached to you. It makes you laugh and move away to close the door quietly and turn back to him.

Bucky pulls you in close, his mouth moving from your lips to your cheek and down your neck. You gasp when he takes some of your skin in between his teeth. He doesn’t bite hard, just enough to get a rise out of you. It wasn’t that he didn’t play rough, but a lot of people took him to be a very vanilla guy. Every kiss is hot instead of sweet, which is what you had expected. Deciding they needed to move elsewhere, he walks backwards, pulling you along until the back of his shins hit the couch. He doesn’t quite sit down yet, just taking you in, hair slightly a mess and lips swollen.

“What?” You laugh nervously.

Oh, god, he’s suddenly realized he likes making you nervous.

“Nothing,” he glides the back of his fingers over your shoulder, following the curve. It actually makes you shiver, which makes him even harder. He’s not sure how much his jeans can take at this point. “You sit.”

Without even questioning him, you do so. If he asked you to lick the floor right now, you would without complaint. Looking up, you let him cup your face in his hands. His stomach is lined right up to your face and you’re sure what he wants you to do. So, you begin to unbuckle his belt, but his hands suddenly stop you. Confused, you look back up to him for an answer.

“I wanna focus on you.” Swiftly, he gets on his knees in front of you, hands running up your thighs until they reach the bottom of your dress. Grabbing the fabric he pulls it up and you spread your legs for him. As he pulls at your underwear, that is definitely not hot or sexy, you lift your hips to help get them off. He kisses your knee, his scruff scratching against the skin. It’s sensitive, making you suck in a breath. Trailing kisses up along your leg, dragging his chin along and making it burn, he focuses on your inner thighs. You’re a squirming mess, waiting for him to move further. Before you can begin to think of begging, he pulls your hips forward to get you more comfortable.

It’s heaven when his tongue finds your center. He works slowly at first, listening to every gasp and whine that comes out of your mouth. He’s anything but rough down there, taking the time to figure out what gets you worked up. What makes you grab his hair tightly, or the leg you have swung over his shoulder dig into his back to push him farther forward. You’re practically riding his face at this point and he’s just there for support. But then for a long moment, you’re quiet and still, just taking in the feeling of his tongue on you which makes him look up through his lashes.

“You okay?” He says between kisses to your thigh.

“Of course,” you’re breathless.

“Good. Can't have you passing out on me.” He slowly inserts a finger, which in turn makes you tug on his hair.

“God,” you whine out, the heat in your stomach building faster and faster. “You’re so nice and- and-“ you lose sense of words when he adds another finger and curls them. “Thoughtful. Fuck, I’m close.” Feeling you tightening around his fingers, he focuses back on you until you’re climaxing all over him. As you ride it out, and even as you try catching your breath, he kisses your thighs until you can breathe normally again.

“Y/N?” He leans back a bit, a curious smile on his face. All you give is a hum in response, eyes still closed. “Did you just cum at the thought of how ‘nice and thoughtful’ I am?”

“How about instead of answering that question, I make you cum this time.” You pull him up to sit on the couch and crawl onto his lap.

“I’d really like the answer.” His hands run up your sides, stopping at the thin straps of your dress. Pushing them down, he lets the shiny fabric fall around your waist to expose your breasts.

“You know the answer.” Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you lean in for a kiss but he moves his head back. Either way, you still end up pressing your chest against his, the cool air having hardened your nipples which he feels right through his shirt.

“Yes, but I want to hear you say it.” He places kisses along your cheeks, feeling your smile and laughing softly.

“You’re such a cocky ass sometimes.” Leaning back, you look him in the eye, but tug on the hem of his shirt instead. “Only if you get more naked. Even the playing field.”

“Deal.” Anything to hear those words from you. He watches you take him in, knowing this isn’t the first time you’ve seen him without a shirt, but it is the first time you get to admire him. When you place a hand softly on his abdomen, he can’t help but laugh a little.

“Ticklish huh?” You tease but don't continue to do so, instead rolling your eyes at what you have to say. “Okay. You, James Bucky Barnes have made me Y/N, I refuse to give you my middle name, L/N cum at the idea of how nice and thoughtful you are. Along with some other nice things you were doing of course. I was basically already there.”

“How romantic,” he laughs, pulling you in for a kiss. He tastes like you, which you kind of forgot about, but you don't hate it. You move up a little on your knees, forcing his head to tilt back and deepen the kiss, a groan coming deep from his chest. It makes you fall back down onto his lap, thrusting your hips into his and grinding against his hardened dick. Instead of a groan, Bucky practically whines out your name, breath picking up at the sensation. You didn’t know you could do that to him. It felt pretty fucking good.

“You want me?” You whisper against his lips and move your hips up against him again, the roughness of his jeans against your already sensitive bud making you gasp. Bucky just hums, pulling you in by the back of her neck for a sloppy kiss. “Say it.” You grind down roughly, eliciting another whine from him. It makes your cheeks flush with heat and your stomach twist. “Say you want me, Buck.”

He knows you won’t kiss him until he does, your lips hovering near his, sharing his breath, but you fight against the hand on the back of your neck. “Fuck, sweetheart. I want you.”

Not wanting to torture him any more than you already have, you reach down and work on getting his pants off. You’re both in such a rush that he just gets them halfway down his thighs. You wrap a hand around him, giving a few good strokes, watching as his head falls back against the couch. The length of his neck is exposed, leaving it for your lips to graze over it, biting softly here and there. Lining yourself up, you lower yourself on him, whimpering as he stretches you out and at the low groan rumbling in his chest.

“What?” He asks when you just stare at him with hooded eyelids. “Are you okay?” Reaching up, he holds your face softly with his right hand.

“Yes,” you can’t help but laugh at the fact that he’s still checking up on you. “You don’t have to ask.”

“I want you to be comfortable and most of all, conscious.”

“Bucky,” you take his face in both of your hands, well aware that you’re just sitting there with him inside of you and neither of you make a single move. “Even if we did shit so gross, and disturbing that you couldn’t even look me in the eye after? I’d still be comfortable then. Fuck, I’d let you do whatever you wanted. Even if it was illegal.”

Bucky chuckles, hands falling to your lower back and looks up at you through his eyelashes. Fuck, how did he have such long eyelashes? It wasn’t fair. “Right now,” he forces your hips to move, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. “I just want you. Nothin fancy or wild. Just you.”

You connect your lips again, both moving slow, opposite of the heated kisses you’ve shared so far. Bucky's grip on your waist tightens so much you think he might leave bruises and forces your hips to continue moving. It doesn’t take long for you to comply, loving the feeling of him stretching you out with each move. Bucky moves from your lips to your neck, biting your collarbone roughly. You were supposed to be the one making him feel good, not the other way around. He had already done that for you and you wanted to return the favor. Pushing him back against the couch, you try to look stern, but when he bites his bottom lip, you nearly melt.

“It’s my turn to focus on you,” your voice sounds stern at least. “Make you feel good.” Your hands glide through his chin length hair, stopping at the nap of his neck and pulling as you place soft kisses over and around his Adam’s-apple.

“You do,” he gasps out. Despite what you said, his hands grip tighter, making you move against him faster. “Fuck,” he whines again. “Fuck, you feel good.”

You hum against his neck, smiling at the noises he’s making. “Keep whining like that, James, and I can make you feel even better.”

The use of his first name has him picking you up and tossing you onto you back on the couch, and climbing over you. He re-inserts himself roughly making you cry out from both pleasure and pain. If it didn’t feel so good, you’d probably feel guilty for your elderly neighbor possibly having to hear that.

“You like when I call you that?” You have a smirk on your face and you bring up a hand to run over his lightly persperated chest, your fingers tangling with the chain of his dog tags. “Hm, James?” Now you’re just teasing him but instead of answering, he just slams his hips back into you, getting another soft cry.

“I actually do,” he mumbles, a slight blush on his cheeks. He also likes the sight of his dog tags as they drag back and forth between your breasts, the cold metal shocking you at first. Or how you pull the hair at his neck anytime he hits a spot that makes you moan. Honestly, he loves every inch of you, addicted to the feeling, the sound. He growls into your neck, feeling the pressure build up to the point of exploding.

“Go ahead,” you coo, fingers softly scratching his scalp instead of being rough. “Don’t worry about me.”

“What? Don’t think you could do it again?” He leans back to look you in the eye, determined to watch you as you fall over the edge again. Last time he didn’t have the best angle, but he still got a glimpse.

“Is that a challenge, Barnes?”

Damn, he’d hoped for a James.

“Maybe.” His thumb moves over to your clit, rubbing circles. It was mostly a challenge for himself, but he didn’t have the words to say that out loud. He was getting too close, and you tightening around him was very much helping. Gasped curses and ‘ah James’s falls past your lips, egging him on, until his hips stutter as he cums inside of you. It isn’t too long until his fingers have you climaxing again.

You’re slightly drowsy from all the alcohol and physical activity so when Bucky stands suddenly, your eyes snap open in curiosity. He picks you up bridal style and takes you to your bedroom, laying you down before turning away. You grab his hand before he can leave.

“Stay.”

“I am, don’t worry baby.” Leaning down he gives your forehead a kiss. “Gotta get you cleaned up.”

It feels like forever until he returns with a warm rag, and cleans the mess between your legs. You look up at him affectionately, and if you weren’t so tired, you’d suggest a third round because you’re beginning to realize you’re falling madly in love with him.

“The feeling’s mutual.” Bucky leans down for another kiss to your forehead and you realize you’ve just said that out loud. You don’t have any time to be embarrassed before he’s climbing into bed behind you. Pulling you close, he leaves a trail of kisses along your neck, whispering sweet compliments until you’re dozing off to sleep.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #my writing

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 9 months

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I wanna write a Miguel x OC but like without fanon Miguel. Like normal Miguel and an ace OC

Miguel wouldn't be angry or sexual or overly romantic because Miguel is literally JUST MIGUEL When he's not wilding out he's literally just some dude

So the romance would be like some bland ass slow burn office romance like Pam and Jim from The Office. Where they're obviously engaging in some light harmless flirting but they're trying to be professional. They act like it's a crime to crush on each other so they never mention it even to the other person

Maybe have some inside jokes but they try to not to show favoritism in the work place. And instead of heated kisses its literally just them stealing glances at each other and taking their lunch breaks together like any other office romance

I'm just afraid it wouldn't be anywhere near as exciting as angry jealous yandere Miguel. Or romantic Miguel. It would literally be him being like 'wow my coworker is cute but also I can't get involved I can only help her through her canon events' and it's just them in a fluffy will-they-won't-they situation

Also the OC is indigenous South American who speaks Quechua but limits her Spanish - so him using Spanish as a sexy love language doesn't apply to her. She's Inca so he starts speaking Spanish and she's like

Cause she's from an Earth where the Spanish never colonized the South so the first time they meet he's speaking Spanish to her and she just goes - "My friend, Are you from the north? why are you not speaking Yucatec? Do you not speak it?"

Literally just tossing out the whole Fandom Miguel romance blueprint. No sex, no jealously, no possessiveness, no sexy Spanish whispering

Literally just two coworkers being dorks and taking months and months to kiss

And Lyla being like 'enough with cute jokes GET A ROOM AND MAKEOUT ALREADY'

Make I should write one of those Non-Conventional Romance writing guides for him like I did Hobie

#Miguel except he's Just Some Guy #spiderman #atsv #marvel #spider man #across the spiderverse #spiderpunk #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #miguel o hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel x reader #Miguel O'hara x oc #Miguel x oc #miguel x y/n #miguel o'hara x spidersona #miguel O'hara x reader #spidersonas #spidersona

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ladyloveandjustice · 10 months

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Spring 2023 Anime Overview: Yuri is my Job!

Premise: Hime Shiraki is a high schooler whose life goal is to be always cute and loved by everyone so she can achieve her dream of marrying a millionaire and living the easy life. Who cares if that means she has to lie and pretend? But then she’s roped into working at a café. The waitresses of the cafe playact as students from a fictional all girl’s school from a famous novel that focused on ‘romantic friendships’ between schoolgirls. (It’s a Class S yuri café basically. They put on a show that has the vibes and premise of Maria Watches Over Us for customers.)

Hime’s already great at acting, but she’s flummoxed by her co-worker Mitsuki. Mitsuki acts like a doting upperclassman when they’re in front of customers, but the second they’re off the clock, she’s harsh and cold to Hime. Hime is determined to make Mitsuki like her, but Mitsuki may be more than she appears…

At it's core, Yuri is My Job starts out seeming like a fun gay comedy boasting a cast full of quirky lesbians, but then reveals itself to be a complicated and fascinating examination of performance- as it intersects with queerness, girlhood, and the desire to be "likeable" and "cute," The girls at the cafe "perform" romantic friendships with each other- these friendships that they perform are uncomplicated, cute, and consumable to an audience. But the real relationships they have with each other are much less "safe" and much more complex, and the drama they deal with as real people often interferes with the "act".

Hime's entire life is about putting on a performance to seem likeable and acceptably cute to everyone, and she's terrified of seeing that performance fall to pieces. Mitsuki, in contrast, struggled as a child because she COULDN'T acceptably fake that "likeable" cuteness. She was too honest, too blunt and awkward, too "real". Most queer people know the stress of having to put on an act and hide your real self to be acceptable, and YIMJ explores this wonderfully with these characters.

It's not just Hime and Mitsuki,the rest of the cast struggles too. Kanoko is so invested in her role of "supportive best friend" and being the only one Hime drops the act around, she's also suppressing her real self and her real romantic feelings for Hime. As a result, she becomes possessive, jealous, and expresses her feelings in secretive, unhealthy ways. The irony is that she believes in order to access Hime's "real" self, she has to put on her own mask. She can't picture a life outside her role as pining best friend. The pining, obsessive (sometimes in just a mildly quirky way, sometimes not so much) lesbian best friend with an unrequited crush is a well worn trope both in yuri and non-yuri anime-think Tomoyo from CCS- but YIMJ examines the trauma that comes with that and how suppressing a part of yourself to play a role might feed into that obsessive behavior.

Meanwhile. we have Sumika, who is VERY invested in the romantic friendships of the cafe, and had come to believe real romance is toxic and ruins the purity of those relationships. She panics when confronted with the reality of queerness and when she sees two coworkers enter a blatant queer relationship. Sumika's whole deal is maybe the most fascinating at all, and makes a lot of sense if you look at it as a critique of Class S, "pure" yuri, and the fucked up world of internalized lesbophobia.

In recent years, there's been more yuri critiquing the trappings of "Class S" yuri. Class S is yuri that straddles the line between 'friendship' and 'romance', typically taking place in an all-girl's school sealed off from the rest of society, with an either unspoken or spoken implication that the lesbianism is just a transient phase and all the girls will eventually renter the "real world" have to settle down and marry a man.

There's been some pushback against these ideas, obviously. Bloom into You, Run Away with me Girl and many other yuri examine how harmful 'just a phase' rhetoric is towards lesbians. Flip Flappers famously had the episode where the girls were caught in a creepy Class S school that led them on an endless cycle where nothing ever changed and the days were horribly repetitive. Yurikuma Arashi also gave it's (somewhat muddled) critique of Class S. And it's impossible to fully analyze Yuri is my Job without seeing the skillful critique of Class S that's woven into the narrative.

The trappings of class S aren't confined into the world of manga- the idea that lesbianism is just a phase, that girls expressing real romantic or sexual desire toward each other is toxic and sullies the purity of sisterhood, that it's okay to be a LITTLE gay with your gal pals but you can't cross that line!!!- all of that is part of the stigma real queer women struggle with and sometimes internalize. So when we consider Sumika''s terror of actual "romance" invading the cafe and ruining the sisterhood, her ideas that romance must be toxic, her belief that the cafe is this safe space sealed off from the rest of the world where girls can be a little bit queer, but they musn't let the actual problems and messy realities of romance invade- it's not just a Class S critique, it's about a mindset most queer women are familiar with and have to struggle to unlearn. And seeing Sumika grapple with this makes her a very real and wonderfully realized character. And the manga will only continue to go further with those themes.

But Yuri is my Job doesn't just work as a nuanced examination of queerness- it's also a well told drama full of wonderfully fraught relationships. It's fun to see the growing romances and the sweet connections growing between the characters, as complicated as they are. The backstory reveal that explains the tension between Mitsuki and Hime is top tier drama and relationship writing, and there's also a good dose of comedy to keep viewers entertained. Watching this web of relationships become even more tangled, and discovering the baggage all the girls carry is a good (and sometime heartbreaking) time. They're well-done characters. If you enjoy fucked up girls and don't mind a touch of soapy melodrama, you're in for a treat. These girls are a MESS, but a fascinating one.

I should note that it's also very easy to read these characters as neurodivergent- Hime having to craft a "facade" just to socialize regularly, while Mitsuki very obviously struggles with social cues- well, Vrai wrote a whole article on this with their article What role are you playing? Communication, queerness and nerodivergence in Yuri is My Job, so I'll leave that to them.

Yes, Yuri is My Job has all this amazing nuance...and there's a half an episode where Mitsuki's boobs bounce a bunch. It contains multitudes. The episode does touch on both Hime's obvious fascination with what Mitsuki's packin' and the struggle big chested women face when just wearing normal clothes is seen a "lewd"- but YMMV on how it's resolved. They definitely centered Mitsuki's pain (and Hime's thirst), but also mined it for mild comedic fanservice, and the ending is more "we found a good compromise" than the pure "fuck people for sexualizing you in a normal outfit because you have big boobs, wear whatever you want" message that people might want.

I also saw a lot of people get frustrated with how hard everyone is on Hime in the early episodes when she's new to the job- this pretty much stops after episode 3 and the attitude toward her is fully explained, so please give this four episode watch to fully see if this show is for you. (But of course, if you don't like to see girls sometimes expressing attraction in suppressed, unhealthy ways (eSPECIALLY Kanoko), no matter how it's ultimately examined thematically, this isn't the show for you.)

Overall, the YIMJ anime was a faithful adaptation of a wonderful manga- unfortunately, I worry that we'll never get the season two that gives us some of the best moments of the story so far. But hopefully seeing it will inspire you to check out the manga and see how hard this story can go! It's definitely a special one, and I really recommend it.

#yuri is my job #yuri is my job!#watashi no yuri wa oshigoto desu!#watayuri #watashi no yuri wa oshigoto desu #spring 2023 anime #anime overview #my reviews #yuri #anime

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cogglebee · 2 months

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Portal Zombie AU

I'm more of an ideas man, so actually writing out my ideas into a full story is stupid difficult. But I still want to share while I embark on the painfully long process of turning this idea into a full fic. (sorry if any of this is formatted strange or if I'm somehow posting wrong, I don't really understand tumblr all that much)

Portal Zombie Apocolypse AU!! (I started this before infection aus started popping up if that gives you any frame of reference as to how long ago I started this)

Summary: Instead of Caroline being put into Glados, she's poisoned by a jealous coworker with a strange substance from one of the labs (Cave is still alive and healthy, he's just not relevant to this story)

She goes home to her fiancé Chell (queue the gasps and cheers) Who is worried that she appears so sick and cold. Caroline brushes her off and goes to rest, insisting it's just a bug. So Chell leaves and visits her friend and former coworker Mel (queue more gasps and cheers)

It's here where we learn a bit more about Chell, she's a former test subject that left quietly after witnessing the death of a fellow test subject due to the unsafe testing conditions of Aperture. She hasn't reported anything for fear of ruining Caroline's career.

While Chell is away, Caroline begins to change, her body begins to decay, her hair loses it's color and turns white, her brown eyes shift to a haunting yellow. In a distressed state, not remembering that she pushed Chell away, begins desperately searching for her. This is when the infection spreads to other people.

By the time Chell leaves Mel's house (the next day) the entire city is desolate, she rushes home, encountering several zombies on the way. She's desperate to find Caroline again, but she doesn't find her. So she gathers a couple weapons and goes back out to search for her fiancé, on the way meeting Doug Rattman, the scientist that was working on the serum that caused all of this, he's trying to find a cure (he also has a large therapy dog simply named "Companion" that accompanies him) the two team up and travel together, eventually meeting Wheatley, whom they have to save from a small horde. Mel probably dies I haven't decided.

Angst and apocalypse shenanigans ensue, the crew travel together till they find Caroline, now Glados, (Genetic Lifeform Amplifier Destitute of Soul) (idk man I needed to get the name change in there with a new acronym) Emotional moment, Chell has to kill her, world begins to heal.

Some other information: Caroline is the patient zero in this (obviously), so she's got some abilities to kinda mimic Glados in the game. She acts kinda like the head of a hivemind, she's able to tune into any infected and see what they see, hear what they hear, etc. She uses this to spy on Chell, as she is now hellbent on killing her (I'll work out a proper reason, it's mainly because her mind is very corrupt right now and all she knows is that Chell makes her feel very upset, because when she was first getting up again while Chell was gone she found her ring on the counter)(She doesn't know that it was temporary so that she could wash her hands and just forgot to put it back on)

This all also means that killing any infected won't do much to end the apocalypse, they have to kill Caroline.

I have some other little ideas but thats about the jist of it. The idea was inspired by Brand New City by Mitski and California Dreamin' by The Mamas and The Papas

If anyone has any advice on properly executing an idea like this PLEASE share, I'm almost desperate here (I'm very desperate, writing is a tricky mistress)

#portal 2 #chelldos #I guess??#more Cheline #is that even a ship here?#portal2 fic #writing #chell portal #caroline portal #glados portal

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I don't have a title picked out for this one quite yet. But for right now we are gonna call it Ur Best Friend.

I'm sorry I haven't been active, I've been so busy with school and dance, my life has been hectic. I'm really trying to write again it's just I want to give y'all the best. I want to sit down and actually write something worthy enough for y'all. I really appreciate all the support and love I get from you guys. I hope you enjoy this.

I wrote this within a couple of hours..sooo ntm.

Recommended Songs: Ur Best Friend- Kehlani and Kiana Léde

Translation: sithandwa-sweetheart

Seems like things are better when forbidden... And that's why I hate that..I hate that you ain't your best friend.

“Babe, you ready?” Your boyfriend Josh asked as he walked into your bathroom. “Yeah, I just help with my necklace.” You say as you gesture for him to come over. “You look so good, my love.” He said as he kissed your neck before stopping staring at the necklace. “Who bought you this?” He said as he put it on. “Um…. Shuri did. Riri picked it out for her. Why do you ask?” You said turning around to face him. “It's just a little weird because they’re my best friend and coworkers. He said as he walked toward the kitchen. “Josh....Shuri, Riri, and I have been friends for 6 months now.” You said as you raised your voice. “Honey, I get that, but y’all are always together. Y’all are all over each other all the time. I just don’t think it was very appropriate.” Josh said as he started to grab the keys. “Josh, girls are gonna be touchy, that’s just how we are. I also hang out with them all the time because you never have time. So, are you saying you’re jealous? They're dating each other Josh.” You said annoyed. “No, it's not that it's just- Never mind, we’ll talk about it later. He said as he exited the door. You rolled your eyes as you exited the house.

As your boyfriend drove you started to think about what he said. You can’t deny, you have a slight crush on both of them, but he doesn’t need to know that. The way they carry themselves and the way they treated you, just made you slowly fall for them. I wonder if they’re gonna be there tonight. You thought as your boyfriend pulled up to his coworkers' house. “We’re here, babe.” He said as pulled into their driveway. “Time to put on our fake smiles, and “I’m better than you” demeanors.” You said with air quotes. “Babe!” Josh said while laughing. “I’m just saying josh, they honestly don’t like us. Why did they even invite you?” You said as you exited the car. “No idea, but free food right?” He said with a shrug. You chuckled while knocking on the door.

“Y/N Josh, how are you two?” Josh’s coworkers asked as she answer the door. “Michelle, it’s so pleasant to see you.” You said with a forced smile. I can’t stand you, bitch. You started to take off your shoes as you entered her house. “You have such a lovely house, Michelle. You should invite us over more often.” You said with a smile. “Oh well, I’ll have to plan more parties.” She said while showing where the rest of her guests were. As you walked into the room, your face lit up when you saw Shuri and Riri. They look so good, oh my gosh. Shuri was wearing a blue button-up, and brown pants, with new balances. While Riri was wearing a black crop top with flare arms, white pants, and white Jordans. As you walked over to them, Riri stood up from her girlfriend's lap to hug you. “Y/N honey, you look amazing. She said while hugging you. You wearing a white crop-top wife beater, beige cargo, with brown Jordans. “Thank you, darling.” You say as she pulls away. “Shuri, how are you?” You asked as she stood up. “Why are we acting like we haven’t seen each in months? We saw each other last week.” Shuri said as she pulled into a tight hug. “Oh, shut up.” You said as y’all laughed. “Well the party is about to start, we’re just waiting for everyone to show up.” Michelle said.

*Play Ur Best Friend*

As you dance with your boyfriend, you locked eyes with Riri as she danced with Shuri. She gave you a quick wink before whispering something in her girlfriend's ear. Shuri looked up at you after and smirked. You quickly looked away trying not to make it obvious how nervous they make you. I have a loving boyfriend. Who cares for me, treats me like a queen, and loves me. Stop thinking of them in any other way than friends. You peek back over at them and Riri gestures for you to follow them. “Babe, I’m gonna go get some air for a little.” You said as you turned around to face your boyfriend. “Ok, want me to come with you?” He asked. “No, you have fun with your friends.” You said as you pulled out your phone to check yourself. “Ok, text me if you need me.” He said as you walked off.

You made sure to take your time making your way outside to continue to fix yourself. How does my makeup look? You thought as you started to reapply your perfume. Gotta smell good. Now for my makeup. You begin re-applying lip gloss before you stop thinking: Why am I stressing over my looks for them? We're just friends... You excited the back door to find them chatting on the porch. “Now, why did y'all call me out here?” You say as you walked to them. “We wanted to talk to you, sithandwa .” Shuri says glancing at you over her shoulder. “And that party blows!” Riri said chuckling. “Oh, well what's up?” You say leaning on the rail. “You need to stop looking at us like that, ma.” Riri said turning to face you fully. “What do you mean?” You say giggling quietly. “Don’t act naive Y/N. We can't be doing this, you have a boyfriend. Isn't that right Y/N?” Shuri said looking at you with low eyes. “I-” “It's ok, we already know the answer.” Riri says cutting you off. Why are they acting like this out of nowhere? They are never this direct about it. “Hey, Y/N, why don't we have one of our “famous” sleepovers, yeah?” Shuri says walking toward the entrance. You look at Riri who started to follow after Shuri chuckling. I can't do this. This is wrong. I love Josh....its just...them. Why me? Why can't they be their best friend?

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rikitachiquita · 8 months

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come back… be here | ni-ki

✧ synopsis: working at a cafe can be really fun: the customers being nice, cracking jokes with your coworkers, singing while brewing coffee and so on. but it's even more fun when two members of the staff bicker and fight all day and keep everyone entertained. that's what hybe cafe is like, thanks to ni-ki and y/n.

✦ warnings: me info dumping about taylor swift and bottling up feelings (?)

⋆04 he is losing it (written 1k)

''you look bored'' said jake while looking at ni-ki. the two best friends were taking a break during their shift, since there weren't any costumers. the whole day had been dull: the weather was cloudy and it kept drizzling, ther air was very cold, especially for a september day and the lack of costumers was getting to the two baristas.

''it's cause i am bored'' replied ni-ki. he had been snappy and on the edge the whole day and jake was trying to understand the reason behind that behavior. if you asked him, he would tell you that that was just his job as a best friend.

''are you sure it's just that? you have been bad-tempered all day'' tried pushing a bit jake. maybe the younger would crack and tell what was going through his mind, even if he kinda had an idea on what it was.

'' it's nothing, don't worry''

''sure cause i will actually believe that''

ni-ki let out a sigh: maybe talking about it would help him. ''do you ever feel like you are lying to yourself?''

''yeah, it happens sometimes, usually when i can't accept something i make myself forget that thought. other times i just put it aside and don't act on it, even if it's not a healthy way to deal with itchy subjects... is something bothering you that you want to talk about?''

at those words ni-ki started thinking: was his brain making up those thoughts cause he was spending too much time at work? maybe he was too tired? it had been a while since he saw all his friends or went dancing. yeah, maybe he should just dance for a couple hours that would clear his mind-

''i think i am weirdly jealous of y/n''

jake was now looking at ni-ki's face, trying to read his emotions, but he wasn't showing any, his face was blank, a void of sentiments ''what do you mean by that?''

ni-ki took another long pause again ''i feel like i should be the only one that can annoy her. it's kind of our thing you know, annoying eachother. it bothers me when someone else does it. it's maybe a bit silly but i don't want to loose our bickerings and little fights cause they make my life a tiny bit more interesting''

''is that all?''

''yeah... do you think it's weird to feel like that?''

''no... as you said those quarrels are your thing, so it's normal to appeal entitled to it. are you sure there is nothing more to it tho?

after a few beats ni-ki decided to shift on another topic, since the discussion was going in a direction that he wanted to stay away as much as he could ''yeah don't worry. do you think that eunchae is going to come and give as a visit?''

jake let the conversation drop, still knowing that there was more to it but waiting for a better moment to dig more into it ''i don't know, she usually texts you, you should check''

ni-ki did as his friends said and as expected, there was eunchae's text: she was going to be at the cafe any minutes.

and five minutes later, there was eunchae in all glory. she went to hug the two guys and ordered her regular: an iced maple latte

''you know chae, maple latte is the drink taylor swift ordered while on a date with the ex that made her write one of her best song ever?'' said jake

''which song?''

''all too well''

''which version?'' asked eunchae. don't get her wrong, she wasn't an actal swiftie but she enjoyed the singer, i mean who wouldn't. she also liked to hear jake (or anyone) talk about their interests, but you would never catch her admitting that.

''i mean every single one but we all know that atwtmvtvftvsgavralps is just superior''

''what does that even mean'' interrupted ni-ki. a loud gasp was heard and that's when sunoo had appeared. of course he would appear in the moment that his favourite singer was mentioned.

''you have been working here for months and you still don't know what atwtmvtvftvsgavralps means? that is all we listen to basically!''

''ohhh he is losing it'' whispered eunchae: she knew that ni-ki would drive the two fans mad.

''no i don't. can you guys explain what it means?''

'' it's 'all too well 10 minutes version taylor's version from the vault sad girl autumn version recorded at long pond studios' '' explained jake

''put it on, i want to hear it since you act like it's the best song that ever existed'' declared ni-ki, and so sunoo did.

he would never admit it out loud, but they were right: ni-ki thought that the song was really good. not just good but actually touching and somehow it kept you curious, even with it's vast lenght.

after that they kept talking while the three baristas did some small chores or served the few costumers that came by.

at one point jake and eunchae were left alone for a few minutes, so jake caught the opportunity to bring up what was bothering him.

''eunchae, i think ni-ki as some kind of feelings for y/n''

''wait why?''

''we talked for a bit earlier and he said something about being jealous when other people make fun of her and how he feels like he is lying to himself''

''oh my god i actully had some suspicions, but you telling me this makes me believe that i'm probably right. i'll ask him in a few days tho, since we are having a sleepover at mine, so he might open up. it's not good when he bottles up his emotions'' she said, sounding a bit concearned

''that's why i brought it up, i know it talks to you about this type of subjects''

''yeah he does, cause i am like cupid''

''omg yes stream fifty fifty''

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kitseddie · 9 months

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This Must Be The Place

Chapter 6: Life On Mars?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 7

(Eddie Munson X GN!Reader)

Summary: Eddie is a dumb idiot and doesn’t talk about his feelings. He should work on that.

W/C: 3.7K

Warnings: smoking, miscommunication

A/N: Eddie is a jealous baby and Steve is also a himbo who doesn’t connect dots super well. I know in reality that Steve would of probably mentioned a new neighbour to Eddie but I didn’t think about that when I wrote this ❤️ so leave me alone just enjoy the fluff okay????

“Hey honey, why don't you head down to that video store and find us something fun to watch?”. Your mother called from the living room, as you brought her and your stepdad a hot cup of coffee. A sigh escaped you, you wouldn't mind a nice movie night with your family but you didn't really want to run the risk of bumping into Eddie. Despite your short lived night of nostalgia, he’d still continued to be distant for the past week or two and you couldn't figure out why.

“Uh, I don't know if I'm up for driving Mom, I've had a long week”. She sighed looking a little disappointed and you started to feel an ache in your chest. Maybe you could put your insecurities behind you for enough time to rent out a couple of movies, besides you couldn't even be sure that he was working today.

You reached out and picked up your keys, as you watched her eyes light up. “Just a quick drive and no complaining about my picks, alright?”. She nodded and mimicked the zipping of her mouth as you smiled and headed out. The whole drive your legs felt like jello, why were you so damn nervous? You were acting like a child. When you pulled up you let out a deep breath, siking yourself up as you headed inside. The bell rang and you quickly noticed that the place was empty, you silently thanked the gods and started rushing around the family section for something to take home. When you were satisfied with your choices you stacked them on the counter, trying to avoid any small talk or eye contact.

“Oh nice, I actually rented this a couple of-”. You raised your head at the familiar voice, widening your eyes in shock. He paused mid-sentence and smiled at you, equally as surprised.

“Steve? You work here?”. He grinned, scratching the back of his neck, his cheeks blushing a little. He did a pretty good job at keeping that a secret until now.

“Uh yeah, kinda lame I know. But gotta pay for the beemer somehow.” You smirked at his awkwardness, you didn't have any issue about him working here. It was kinda sweet. He continued ringing you up when you chuckled and shook your head.

“I can't believe you never told me! I mean…a friend of mine actually works here too.” He raised his eyebrow, bagging up your videos.

“Oh yeah? Lemme guess, Robin?”. He gestured to the girl whose eyes were glued to the ground as she focused on not dropping the high stack of tapes she was holding. You chuckled, glad for her sake that she didn't notice you.

“No actually it's-”. Right on cue, he appeared. You sighed and relaxed your shoulders, your eyes meeting his. “Eddie.” You almost whispered, Steve was stunned as he turned to his coworker in confusion. Eddie didn't look very happy, but he hid it well enough to fool Steve.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He said weakly, looking between you and Steve. You smiled and stood there awkwardly, struggling to think of something to say. Robin followed the sound of your voices and stumbled out from the back room and onto an awkward interaction.

“I uh, I didn't know you guys worked together. I guess Hawkins is smaller than I thought”. Eddie still looked like he was on edge, walking a little closer to Steve.

“And how did you two get acquainted?”. You could sense the tension and it felt a little familiar, Eddie used to be super protective over guys you were seeing in middle school. He wanted to make sure you were in good hands. But he seemed to be getting it all wrong with Steve.

“He's my neighbour.” His eyes slowly turned back at you, slipping his hand from Steve’s shoulder. Robin was holding her breath, only now connecting the dots.

“Your neighbour”. He repeated, mainly to himself as he looked between you both coming to his own realisation. Steve nodded seemingly on edge, not understanding why Eddie was acting so defensive.

“Eddie, can we talk for a second? I mean, if that’s okay with you guys.” Steve nodded, handing you your tapes as the older boy followed you outside the back door. He immediately reached into his jacket pocket for a cigarette and took a drag. “When we were dropping off Max that night…you saw me, didn’t you?.” He was struggling to make eye contact, taking another long drag before finally looking over at you.

“Yeah, yeah I saw you. Saw you in Harrington's car days after moving here and I just…I don’t know I just got in my head about it.” You didn’t get it, didn’t get why he wouldn’t just speak up so you could talk it out. Why would he bottle up his emotions like this and just push you away? Why not be open and honest about it? What was he so afraid of?

“I get it, you’re protective and you’re worried about me and that’s so sweet Eds but I’m not a little kid anymore, you don’t have to look out for me.” He chuckled to himself, shaking his head and rubbing his hand against his face.

“I’m always gonna look out for you, I’m always going to protect you. That’s my job.” God, he was so sweet, even sweeter than you remember. He threw his cigarette butt on the floor and ground it into the sidewalk with his boot. “As charming and deviously handsome as I am…sometimes I get a little…insecure. Totally on me though. Something for a future therapist to charge me $60 to talk about.” You shoved him and he chuckled, what he didn’t know was that this was not just on him. Because it was your job to look after him too.

“Or you could save the $60 and talk to me.” You reached out and grabbed his hand, stroking his knuckles gently as he started to relax. “Or you could just give me the $60, totally your call.” He smirked at that, rolling his eyes as he pulled you into a hug. You closed your eyes and squeezed him tight, you wished it could be like this. Always like this. Robin and Steve peeked their heads around the open door, catching a glimpse of the interaction.

“I still can’t believe you didn’t recognise them from the video store,” Robin muttered, shaking her head at his obliviousness.

“You were in the way!”. She rolled her eyes and stared back at him, her hands on her hips.

“Or in the movie theatre?”. He grew frustrated at the accusations, both you and Eddie watching them both bickering as you chuckled.

“It was dark! Come on, cut me some slack!”. Robin stormed off into the building, Steve following closely behind as you both giggled. He glanced down at you, getting a little lost in your eyes as he patted your shoulder.

“You should probably get home, kid, your mom will wonder where you’ve gotten to.” You nodded as he walked you back inside, you pulled Steve into an awkward hug over the counter and waved goodbye to Robin. He opened up the front door and you grinned, always the gentleman.

“What time do you get off work?”. He seemed surprised by your enthusiasm but glanced down at his watch to check the time.

“Like five. God, you’re not gonna make me study are you? You know Sunday is the day of rest”. You almost snorted, there's that playfulness you'd been missing. That old Munson charm.

“Oh God, no. I just… it's kind of lame but after going back to the trailer park with you, I've been feeling sort of homesick. I thought maybe I could stop by after you're home?”. His brown eyes gleamed against the sunlight, his head nodding gently.

“Stay by the phone, I'll call you when I'm home.” He smirked revealing a movie from behind his back. The Goonies. “On the house. Don’t tell Steve.” He whispered, as you crossed your heart and smirked. There was a small pause as you considered pecking his cheek, but backed out at the last second. Instead, you pulled him into another hug and said your goodbyes before climbing into your car, a smile clinging to your face the whole ride home. You were finally getting Eddie back.

You wandered into your house with a stupid grin on your face, swaying the bag of tapes back and forth and collapsing onto the sofa. Your mom and stepdad shared a knowing look raising their eyebrows at your new sunny disposition, you just glanced over to them and smiled finding it impossible to hide your grin. They didn’t even question it, telling you to pick a movie as you slid in the copy of The Goonies that Eddie had snuck into your hand before you left.

Halfway through the second movie, you heard the phone ring, rushing up to your feet and almost pulling a Robin in the process. With a deep breath and a cough you watched it ring a couple more times before finally picking it up. Can’t be too eager to answe. You muttered a casual hello, pretending you didn’t just almost sprain your ankle rushing to answer as you could almost hear his grin through the receiver.

“Heard this was a number for a good tutor, think you can squeeze me in?”. You snickered and rolled your eyes, he was so cheesy.

“Didn’t anyone tell you? Sunday is the day of rest”. Okay, so maybe cheesy was okay by you. This line earned you a chuckle, filling your chest with a new sense of pride. You heard a small meow coming from the background as you smirked thinking about his ringed fingers scratching behind the ears of the trailer park cats. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you had company”.

He huffed a laugh, clearly not expecting the phone to pick up her demands for food. “Yeah, we’re having dinner if you wanna join, how's dead rat sound?”. You scrunch your face in disgust as a shiver runs down your spine at the thought.

“Ah you know, I actually had dead rat for lunch”. He chuckled and you could sense him shaking his head, sighing dramatically down the line.

“A shame really.” You nervously twirled the chord with your finger waiting for him to invite you over. “I got a better idea for some food, come meet me in the woods by the trailer park.”

“Daunting pickup line, but I have no concern for personal safety so I’m in”. You noticed your mom and stepdad eavesdropping and trying to subtly crank their necks to see what you were up to. “I’ll be there in 5.” Oh right, the movie. Your mother’s eyebrows were cocked at an angle as you sat next to her and held her hand in between yours.

“It’s okay. It’s Eddie again, isn’t it?.” She knew without you even opening your mouth, you just nodded with a shy smile and she waved you off as you rushed upstairs to get changed into something warmer. You threw some essentials in your bag and wandered out to your car, kissing your family goodbye.

God, you were beaming, you didn’t know what the hell had gotten into you. These few weeks of distance and disinterest had been slowly eating away at you. It was becoming strangely clear that Eddie’s company was really important to you. You shook it off and pulled into the spot behind his van, noticing him perched on his doorstep having a smoke and giving chin scratches to his fluffy friend. When he lifted his head to meet your eyes his face morphed into a wide smile, it was comforting to know he was just as happy to see you.

“Didn’t know you had a lady over, hope I’m not interrupting”. You dropped your bag near the steps and sat in the empty spot next to him, watching her rub up against his leg and purr like a chainsaw. “Wow, she really likes you, got catnip in your pocket or something?”. He turned to face you with a look of shock, as you giggled.

“That’s cold. Is my alluring charm and selfless generosity not enough? You have to resort to asking if I have cat drugs in my pocket? I’m hurt.”He slapped a hand over his chest and tilted his head leaning closer as you rolled your eyes and shoved him.

He chuckled and tapped his knees before rising to his feet, offering his hand out to you. Your wide eyes stared up at him and grabbed it as he pulled you to your feet. He picked up your backpack and spun you around, pulling your arms through the straps before throwing his own around his shoulder.

“After you.” He held out his arm and gestured in front of you as you went ahead, trailing towards the woods.

The outstretch of land that started from the edge of the trailer park went on for miles, there were a few paved pathways but it hardly mattered since the ground was mostly flat anyway. It was springtime in Indiana, meaning there was still a touch of frost in the air, especially during the night. It wasn't even seven o’clock when you headed out and it had already started to get a little darker. The moon illuminated the sky through the thin layer of clouds, and the stars twinkled above you both as you shared a grin and headed deeper through the trees. Muddying up your sneakers as you stumbled through the dirt and leaves that stuck to your feet.

Eddie stopped and you almost slammed right into his back, as he rested his palms around his hips and turned around with a grin. It was still pretty dark so you pulled your flashlight from your backpack and shone it over the secluded area. Two large logs sat on each side of a pile of sticks, rocks carefully circling the circumference. Without a word, he laid out a blanket on one of the logs and patted the seat next to him. You sighed and joined him, blowing on your hands and rubbing them together feeling the nip of the crisp air. He pulled his lighter out of his pocket and held the flame to the sticks, watching it slowly start to burn as you smiled.

“This is usually the part of the movie where we get killed by the local legend who lives in the woods”. Eddie chuckled, reaching deeper into his bag and pulling out a cassette player.

“Yeah well, pretty sure bigfoot was last seen in Kentucky, so I think we’re safe.” You laughed but then started to get a little scared, I mean…bigfoot or not, weren't there bears in these woods? You did not come prepared for bears. “Close your eyes”. He demanded as you raised your eyebrows and he stared at you, waiting. You decided it was best not to argue so you did as he said, hearing the sounds of him rummaging through his bag.

“Okay.” He said almost under his breath as you took that as confirmation to open your eyes. “Voila!”. The floor was littered with snacks that upon further inspection happened to be ingredients.

“Marshmallows, chocolate and gram crackers…now if only we had-”. He cut you off, pulling two long wooden sticks from behind his back as you smiled widely. S’mores. “Eddie Munson, you sure know the way to my heart”.

“S’mores are the way to your heart? God, you're a cheap date”. You gasped and barged his shoulder with yours as he chuckled and pressed a marshmallow against the tip of the stick. He snapped a gram cracker in half and piled some chocolate in the middle, trapping the marshmallow in between both halves.

“Hold it at the bottom, alright?”. You nodded and grinned as it started to all melt together, your eyes were glued to the roaring flame as you pulled it back. You placed it on your lap to cool, as you mirrored what Eddie did for you but with his stick as you handed it back to him. He started to hold it over the flames as you pulled his hair over his shoulders so it wasn't close to the fire.

“I missed you.” You blurted, his head snapping back to look at you as he lost his grip and dropped his s’more in the fire. He muttered a ‘shit’ and backed away, watching it slowly melting over the sticks. With a deep sigh, he fell back against the log and held his head in his hands. You nudged him, his eyes glancing over as you handed him half of yours.

“I missed you more.” He smiled, staring back at you as you both took a bite and groaned in approval. Fuck, that was a good s’more. You high-fived and finished up as you noticed a bit of chocolate on Eddie’s cheek, you subconsciously licked your thumb and held his cheek to wipe it off as he immediately pushed you away. “Gross, I don’t want your spit on me! Personal space issues or what, Jesus”. It was a little too dark to see but you swore you saw his cheeks blush red.

You noticed in the corner of your eye the cassette player resting on the other side of him, hooked up to a pair of headphones. Leaning over you grabbed it before he could stop you, you’d got your own at home but you didn’t think to bring it considering only one of you could listen at a time. He watched you intently as you untangled the wire and he moved closer, gently placing the headphones over your ears. You stared back with doe eyes and smiled.

“There’s this song I wanted to show you, it’s not my usual sort of thing but I kinda like it.” He skipped through the mixtape and landed on the one he was looking for. He gently placed the player on your lap and waited to see your reaction. It started with some gentle piano and as soon the vocals kicked in you recognised the artist immediately. Bowie. Eddie likes Bowie. You closed your eyes as it kicked in and the wails of the guitar mixed with his voice made you feel like you were on another plane of existence. And during all this, Eddie was marvelling at you getting lost in the sound and wondering how someone could look so beautiful.

“God that was…awesome.” Your eyes met his, he never looked away not even for a second. He smirked and pulled them off your head, placing them back in his bag and shoving some more marshmallows on your sticks. “Thanks for bringing me out here, Eds. I think I’ve had so much going on with work that I forgot how stressful it is moving cities.”

“Nothing to thank me for sweetheart, like I said before I love hanging out with you. It’s cool to uh, get my best friend back…”. You shared a genuine smile between the two of you, as you just looked into the fire and listened to its faint crackle. As you watched the flames dance and the small remnants of ash float against the wind you started to think back to the memories you shared in these very woods.

You and Eddie were always inseparable, even from a young age. The woods were the perfect place for a couple of kids looking for an adventure, full of small caves made from giant rocks and gentle streams that ran throughout the area. Your family would always give you hell for coming home late, covered head to toe in dirt and bruises. You’d search for the tallest tree you could find and race to the top, picking a solid branch to rest on as you watched the sunset.

“Hey, pack your shit. I got an idea”. A curious look appeared on his face, packing up his bag and following closely behind you. If your memory serves you right, it wouldn’t be too far from here. It took about ten minutes of silent walking, glancing up at the tops of the trees before you found it.

“Where are we-“. Your arm stretched out to stop him in his tracks, staring at the sky and pointing above you. His eyes followed and he almost gasped. “No fucking way”.

Standing before you was a large oak tree, the trunk decorated with a now unstable set of ladders made from cheap pieces of plywood and secured with numerous rusty nails. It leads up to a small treehouse, with a shattered roof and no door, covered in dirt and moss. The wood was damp and split, with regular wear and tear as a result of the Indiana climate over the past decade. But it was once a house built on memories. Of laying against the floor, reading each other your favourite books and laughing at your own stupid jokes.

“I can’t believe it’s still here.” It needed some work, but the fact it was still standing after all this time was a miracle. Eddie went to open his mouth when your wristwatch started beeping, oh yeah, Monday tomorrow. “Fuck, I gotta head back home, up early and all. See at school?”. He nodded, placing a hand on your back before moving forward with you.

“Lemme walk you back, don’t want Bigfoot following you home.” He saw your unamused face and chuckled to himself.

“Not funny.” You threatened, his smile never shifting. And he did just that before you even realised you had circled back to your car. “Tell Wayne I'm sorry I missed him.”

“Don't worry, I'm sure you’ll be back again soon”. Your eyebrows rose at his confidence, squinting back at him as you unlocked your car door.

“That's pretty presumptuous of you, Munson.” He huffed out a laugh and pulled you into him, pressing your body against his chest. It came as sort of a shock, he was never the one to initiate the goodbye hug but it was actually kinda nice. So you relaxed and you hugged him back, holding him tight as the scent of cigarettes and cheap deodorant crept up your nose.

“Call me when you’re home safe, okay?”. He pulled away and held onto your arms until you nodded with a smile, he muttered another “okay?” as you muttered one back. And you felt it again, that weird and strong urge to kiss him goodbye that was met with a stronger feeling of anxiety and dread. So you hopped into the driver's seat and backed out of the trailer park, waving out the back window and watching him through your rearview. You’d be back soon.

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