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leclercsainzz · 6 months

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hello love x

i was wondering if you could potentially do one where the reader is an actress and is in the new hunger games movies and everyone ships her with tom but she’s also dating lando … could you make a love triangle situation with these two?? like maybe she hangs out with tom more than lando or something idk lol u can come up with anything (you can decide who the endgame is) sort of like a illicit affair or where maybe she is seeing tom and everyone is aware of it idk??? (at this point im just saying nonsense i think lol)

ILLICIT AFFAIRS

PAIRINGS: lando norris x gf!reader / tom blyth x fem!reader

TYPE: social media au

WARNING: // cheating implied

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5

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yourusername: making this movie was hands-down one of the best experiences of my life thus far! i cannot wait to share more behind the scenes content with you all:)) and with only one week to spare .. see you out there on our press tour!

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landonorris: can’t wait!

landonorris: proud of you, my love!! ❤️

↳ yourusername: ilyyyyy 😘

↳ user: lando being a supportive bf >>>

↳ user: alexa, how to get my own lando norris?? 😭

user: she’s so pretty, i can’t

user: after reading the book, i just know this movies gonna break me 😩😩😩😩

user: LANDO LET ME HAVE HER, PLEASE

user: SCREAMING!!! CANNOT WAIT!!!!

user: i have been looking forward to this movie since they announced it, can’t believe we’re only one week away

joshandresrivera: who’s the cute guy at the end??

↳ yourusername: just some guy i know 🤷🏻‍♀️

user: caNnot wait, omggggg

user: read the book and idk if i’m mentally prepared

user: you look soo good 😩😩😩

songbirdsandsnakes: our lucy gray ❤️❤️

user: i’m actually freaking tf out about this alapapalddbsod

user: YES YES YES YES YES

oscarpiastri: can i get free tickets?

↳ yourusername: absolutely!

↳ user: i love this duo so much 🤣

user: movie of the year incoming????

user: the movie hasn’t even come out yet and the amount of snow x lucy gray edits i’ve seen just from the trailer alone 😩

↳ user: i just know once the movie comes out they’ll be all over tiktok …. i can’t wait tho!!!!!!

user: i just realized that jason schwartman, viola davis, and peter dinklage are in this too!!! alwnsofnf

user: i’ve seen the trailer like 10+ times, can’t wait!!

hunterschafar: ❤️

user: will josh and jlaw be in this??

↳ user: noooo 💀 bro, this is set 64 years before them

user: she’s playing lucy gray right???

↳ user: yes

user: AHHHHHH

user: can’t wait for all the interviews omg!!!!

user: yn and the hunger games???? SIGN ME TF UPPP

user: soo excited over this

user: i wonder if lando will be attending the premiere

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yourusername: last race with my favorite boyyy 🥺🧡

tagged: @landonorris

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user: LAST RACE??? WHYYY????

↳ user: she starts press tour tomorrow for the hunger games

user: ima miss seeing you in the paddock 😩

user: ima miss you in the paddock 😩 but i cannot wait for the hunger games press interviews

user: his smile 😩😩

user: my fav papayas 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡 + oscar

user: the first pic 😭😭

user: last race??? nooooooo

user: wait, im confused …. why’s she leaving???

user: gonna miss you

user: last pic 😩

user: YN?!?!!? YOURE LEAVING??!?? 😭😭😭😭😭

user: my favssssss 🧡

user: ya’ll acting as if she’s leaving forever and won’t see her again lmaooo 🤣 she’s doing press tour bc the movie she’s in comes out in a week

landonorris: 😘😘😘

landonorris: gonna miss your cute face 🥺

↳ yourusername: gonna miss you tooo, pretty boy 🥺

user: the way he smiles around her

user: wait when is she leaving???

↳ yourusername: a little after the race

↳ user: wait why tho??

↳ user: she starts press tour tomorrow since her movie comes out next week lol

oscarpiastri: that smile thoooo 🤭

user: where is she going????

user: THE best couple

user: what movie is she going for?

↳ user: the hunger games

↳ user: WAIT FRR????? is it the new one???

user: parents, frrrrr 😍

user: can’t wait for press tour, i just know she’s gonna slay

carlossainz55: pic creds to me, thank you 💁🏻‍♂️

↳ yourusername: 🙄🙄🙄 yea yea

↳ landonorris: 😘

↳ user: ynlando who??? i only know carlando ❤️🧡

user: they’re the reason i believe in love ❤️❤️

user: the way he looks at her, bro 😭😭😭

↳ user: he’s sooo in love, i can’t 😩😩

user: we won’t see ynlando for a while 😭

user: my ynlando heart 😍😍😍❤️❤️

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yourusername: thank you, berlin ❤️ @thehungergames

tagged: @tomblyth @hunterschafer @joshandresrivera

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user: THE REFERENCE OMG!!!!

user: MOTHER IS SERVING, OOH MYYYY 😍😍😍😍

user: he’s sooo fine!! but he looks EXTRA FINE with the buzz cut & blonde hair 😮‍💨

📌 pinned

↳ yourusername: told yaaaa @tomblyth

joshandresrivera: ohh hiiii 👋🏼

user: yn came to serve

user: tom’s the new white boy of the month!!!

user: HER PINNED COMMENT

user: tom’s soo good looking 😩

user: she’s so beautiful 😍😍

hunterschafer: WERK

↳ yourusername: are we about to kiss rn?

user: okay but why do i ship her and tom?? 🫣

user: idc what anyone says, she looks gorgeous! 😍

user: ngl but tom and yn look good together 🤷🏻‍♀️

↳ user: she’s got a bf and he’s got a gf

user: this man’s gorgeous but i also gotta remember he’s the one responsible for finnick’s death

↳ yourusername: same bestie 🥺

↳ user: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

user: okay but her and tom look soo good 😩😩

landonorris: stunning 😍

landonorris: you’re gorgeous

↳ yourusername: 😘😘😘😘

↳ user: them >>>

↳ user: missing them rn 😩😩

user: dress is gorgeous! she’s gorgeous! i just don’t like the top of the dress, if i’m being honest

tomblyth: ❤️❤️

user: cannot wait till the movie is out!!!!

user: tHe second slide and fourth slide slandnslsmd

user: oBSESSED 😩😩😩😩

user: i can already tell yn and tom are gonna be my fav duo

user: tom tho 😍

user: you look soo beautiful, i can’t 😩

user: 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

user: i’m already a simp for president snow, and the movie hasn’t even come out yet

user: TOM, OMG 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

user: THE WAY SHE PINNED THAT ONE COMMENT 😂 yn being a coriolanus simp confirmed???

user: everything about you is soo slayyyyyyyyyy

user: nothing beats the original cast but they all look sooooo good, i can’t even lie

user: the dress reference 🤩

user: PLEASE GIVE TOM MY NUMBER!!!! OR GIVE ME HIS NUMBER EITHER IS FINE WITH ME

user: is it just me or does tom look better with the buzz cut and blonde hair???

↳ yourusername: you’re not the only one 😩 ive told him several times!!!!!!

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yourusername: world premiere for @thehungergames 🇬🇧

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user: THE THRID POST ALSNDKDKDMDNSN

user: i ship

user: why do they look so in love in that third slide??

joshandresrivera: 🧡

user: yn, babe, where’s lando????

user: that don’t look like lando to me 👀

user: the chemistry is INSANE 😮‍💨

landonorris: you’re killing it, babe ❤️

↳ yourusername: 😘😘 love yaa

↳ landonorris: i love you moreeee 😘

↳ user: parents 😭😭😭

user: i hope her and tom date, they look so good together

user: ya’ll gotta stop shipping tom and yn, yn’s literally dating lando and tom’s got a girlfriend

user: tom and her look so good 😩😩😩

tomblyth: love you, gorgeous ❤️

↳ yourusername: ❤️❤️

↳ user: IM SORRY WHAT??!???

↳ user: excuse me??? sir????

user: TOMS COMMENT AKALSMDN

user: the chemistry is INSANE

user: he called her gorgeous 😭😭😭 brb gonna go cry

hunterschafer: YUPPPPP

hunterschafer: serving as always!

user: MOTHER IS SERVING 😍😍😍

user: obsessed with you and tom 😍😍😍

user: if i were lando, i would be crying in a corner rn

user: why do they look like a couple in that third slide??

user: toMs’S COMMENT!! he called her gorgeous

user: ya’ll shipping her with tom as if she doesn’t have a bf

↳ user: have you ever heard of cheating??

user: ya’ll see the interview?? she called him delicious and said that it’s so easy to fall in love with him 😭😭

↳ user: she said, “and getting to work with that is delicious to an actor like me” bffr she never said anything about it being easy to fall in love with him 🙄

↳ user: actually she did proceed to talk about how easy it is to fall in love with him?????? if anything you bffr

user: @landonorris come get your girl

user: she’s so touchy with him 🙄🙄🙄🙄

user: LANDO OPEN YOUR EYES

user: we’re all thinking the same thing right?? 😏

user: they’re definitely fucking around

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user: ngl but yn and tom look cute together

user: PARENTS FRRRR 😍😍😍😍😍

user: lando & yn >>>>>

user: they have sm tension

user: ya’ll are crazy if you think yn would leave lando for tom

↳ user: and youre crazy for not thinking that maybe yn already cheated on lando with tom 🫢

user: @landonorris @landonorris @landonorris

user: lando’s busy trying to win a race while yn’s busy fooling around with tom

yourusername: SNOW FALLS ON TOP!!!

↳ user: yes, on top of you

↳ user: nahhhhh 😭😭😭

user: how’d you know about the tattoo??? 👀

yourusername: love yaaaa ❤️

↳ tomblyth: back at you! ❤️

↳ user: @landonorris

hunterschafer: cute

↳ user: how does it feel to third wheel all the time?

user: yn’s literally soo gorgeous!!! 😩

user: if i were yn, i’d be all over him too, idcccc

user: lando’s stronger than me bc if my gf was like this with another man id be going apeshit

user: they’re 100% having an affair

↳ user: ohh definitely!

↳ user: the fact that he knew about her tattoo that none of us knew about says a lot!!!! this man has explored her body

user: yntom >>> ❤️❤️❤️

user: i wonder if lando knows about the tattoo tom was referring to

↳ user: that man is clueless like the rest of us

user: @landonorris

user: not ppl tagging lando 😭😭

↳ user: he’s gottta open his eyes

↳ user: @landonorris

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— author’s note: this is simply for the story, i’m aware that rachael and tom both have partners

pt2?

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astolfofo · 1 year

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bruh i wrote this on a whim. but it needs to be said.

tw: manipulation, yandere. Nothing too much. It’s pretty mild, but it’s dazai so idk what to say.

bruh if this flops im gonna actually cry tho. I actually used my brain to write this. even tho I used causual language and this ain’t that formal ughsdfhlkdsj. but also sorry if it’s really bad. I didn’t even proofread this I just copy and pasted it into tumblr. Also, if the ending’s kinda messy or if there’s like grammar mistakes... pls tell me I literally am so braindead rn i can’t read

would also tag people this was inspired by but this is actually half shitpost and that would be hella rude of me to do that so. lmfao. (translate: i don’t have the balls)

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I see so many people thinking that Dazai would fall for someone cheerful, and bubbly, who would approach him first.

Honestly, I disagree.

I think the opposite. Maybe it’s because I see part of myself in Dazai (and Yozo from the No Longer Human), or maybe because it’s simply because I’m not a bubbly, happy, person in general (but i wanna be with him jkjk unless… ) but. I personally disagree with that headcannon, I don’t really see it happening. Obviously, there are cases of characters liking an innocent, sweet, bubbly darling (cough. Nikolai. Chuuya. Akutagawa. Atsushi.) But, for Dazai… I feel like that would be too boring for him. Not as in he wouldn’t like it that way… but it would be too easy for him, ya know? Like there’s no challenge, there’s no… interest in doing that. Why would Dazai want someone so open, so innocent, so bubbly and kind, who would listen to anything he said? That’s not even genuine, that’s fake. Everyone has their own secrets, their lies, and they create a fake mask for everyone else to see. They wouldn’t want to show their true self… because it’d make them not only look bad… but also we’d all be extremely vulnerable. And violent.

Dazai knows this better than anyone else. I’d like to think, anyways. And innocent people like that, whether genuine or not, usually would deter him because they’re… too easy to pursue. Despite being a good liar himself, I don’t think he’d want someone who would fake the niceness, because it would be obvious from the start. Dazai doesn’t strike me as someone who would enjoy breaking his darling down (that’s Fyodor’s thing bro would definitely like someone who is fake). He has some morality, he doesn’t like using mind break. After all, that goes against what Oda told him to do. However, he’d definitely enjoy mind games, he’d like to pick you apart to get to know you better. Better than you know yourself. And once he does, he can leverage you however he likes to be his ideal woman. Even that manga q and a (I’lll find the link later) said that Dazai likes all women because he can make them into what he wants. Someone who’s outright innocent and kind wouldn’t be able to achieve that effect for him. It doesn’t offer him the challenge, it doesn’t offer him any kind of challenge in just manipulating someone innocent who barely hides anything. That would be a bad thing, and even his skwered sense of whatever morals he has would disagree with it. He wouldn’t even be able to fall for someone like that. Simple-minded people, just aren’t for him.

So, in prose, I’d like to offer an alternate idea: Dazai would like a darling that’s, obviously to a similar intelligence as him (otherwise they’d be… too easy), but very distant. Not as in a “they have a mask on”, kind of way. But in a. They’re apathetic, cold, and aren’t great at communicating kind of way. I think it’s an interesting dynamic. The first time when Dazai sees them, he may not even think much of them. Neutral cold face doesn’t say many sentences and wants him to leave. Maybe a slight fear of him, that he approached them. However, as time passes by, Dazai realizes he likes them. He genuinely craves their presence. He notices the way you don’t exactly know what his motives are, he enjoys the way you flinch when he touches your hands, or blush and do not know how to respond to his comments.

He sees all of it. And he wants to see who you really are. Behind your true mask. Maybe you’re a narcissist. Maybe you’re just a kind innocent person. Or maybe… you’re just as empty and lonely as he is. Whatever you are, he’ll eventually turn you into what he wants. It’s just a matter of time.

It’s like he’s looking at a Christmas present, and trying to guess the contents inside. The curiosity kills him. He wants to look at what it is now, but he can’t. He can’t. Until it’s Christmas day. So in the meantime, he’ll do everything except pull down the thin wrapping paper, and the apathetic, cold face you put on for everyone around you. It’s rather difficult actually, you do a pretty good job at covering your true self. You’re a skilled liar, you can control any physical reactions you have towards his questions.

But that just makes it all the more addictive.

The second you slip up, even just for a tiny. Little. Bit. Dazai is able to pinpoint a lot about you. It’s almost like he tore off a corner of the wrapping paper on his present, and he’s knows a lot about what it is. It’s more than he expected. It was just one facial expression. A face of shock, to anger, and then you calm yourself to the best of your abilities again. It’s barely noticeable to the average person. But that’s the thing. Dazai isn’t average.

He’s the smartest man you’ll ever know.

It makes you feel conflicted. And you’re aware this is probably where Dazai wants you to be. And it is. Dazai finally was able to make a dent on the thin walls inside your mind. The walls that separated your true self, from others. And he’d pick and tear down these walls continuously until he was able to see inside.

But for Dazai... it’s his Christmas day. Dazai felt like his efforts... his waiting, his long awaited efforts were finally rewarded. All it took was one little slip on your behalf, one tiny little tear, for the wrapping paper to completely fall off. And as it lays discarded on the floor, Dazai admires the gift. He admires you. Your mind is such a vulnerable place. Yet in its own way, it’s beautiful and fragile. He feels like he physically cannot tarnish it. Yet... you’re so much more different than he thought.

You’re niether a kind person, nor a violent one. You’re not broken, you’re not depressed nor anxious nor scared. You’re not nearly what he idealizes so much, and you’re not some insane slave to your ideals. No... what was inside that box and wrapping paper all this time was similar to a piece of piece of glass. Plainly boring in its own way... yet beautiful if shaped in the right hands.

You’re a blank slate. Sure, you have your own trauma, your own struggles, desires, and wishes but... he’ll still do as he wants to you.

And you won’t have a single say in it.

You’re a blank slate. A canvas waiting to be drawn on. And draw on you he will.

He’ll admire you, he’ll protect you, he’ll... do anything and everything to make you love him. You’ll.... you’ll learn to love him.

And in return, you’ll be the only one who will see and understand his true self.

#yandere dazai #yandere dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #yandere dazai osamu x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere dazai osamu #yandere bsd #yandere bungo stray dogs #dazai x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader

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slashersteve · 1 year

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Dream Girl

pairing: Walter “Keys” Mckey/Female Reader

summary: Keys helps you pass a seemingly impossible boss battle in a video game you’ve been playing.

warnings/extra tags: cursing, a kiss kiss, probably ooc keys? I tried 😔, poor hacking things i got very vague but for this imagine just trust me bro, beta read, edited by me so if i missed anything pls ignore :')

note: Consider this my debut to writing Keys and who knows…maybe I’ll write more of him 👀 also yall this has been in my drafts for decades and today i was like?? it's bri's birthday, so i should post this right??? happy birthday @userdjo !! Thank you for reading and enjoy ♥️

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“I'm not doing it.”

"Why not?”

“Uh, because it's too risky?”

“Seriously? Too risky? Do you hear yourself right now?”

Keys was standing across from you, leaning on the kitchen counter holding a cup of coffee that he had only taken a single sip of seeing as the moment you heard the coffee maker come to life you stalked out of your own office to try to convince him to do what you wanted him to do all morning.

“Keys!” You were exasperated when he didn’t reply to your rhetorical question.

He just wanted to spend a bit of time during his break to look at something that wasn’t a screen of codes he could read like the morning paper. He wanted to talk to you in this kitchen like you always did throughout the day and unfortunately your conversations had to be this.

“We could get into a lot of trouble, I could get into a lot of trouble,” Keys told you firmly, to which you scoffed and crossed your arms, “I’m serious.”

“Only if you get caught, which I know you won’t,” you replied, before huffing and adding, “Where did this goody two shoes attitude come from? You literally took down an entire gaming company by causing trouble with Millie.”

Keys sighed, turning away from you as he set his mug down and brought one hand to his face to remove his glasses just so he could properly pinch his nose. That was different, and you knew it, but still wanted to try and guilt him into helping you.

“And you can’t do it yourself?” He asked, fully knowing that you couldn’t because you wouldn’t be asking him otherwise. If you could you wouldn’t be bugging him so much, pushing him to do what you wanted.

“I’d get caught, we both know it. Nobody can do it but you- Millie probably, but she’s not here,” you explained, “Come on, please? If you do it I’ll do every coffee run for the rest of the month.”

You were trying to bargain now, which amused Keys as he wiped the lens of his glasses before sliding them back over his eyes.

“Yeah me hacking into a game of another company is definitely worth you doing coffee runs,” he said sarcastically, resting his eyes back on you. You shrugged weakly and shot him a sort of sheepish smile, not caring that he was obviously irritated with you.

“I think it is- unless anything else is up for grabs? Anything you know…you would like?”

You wiggled your eyebrows at him, and he felt his chest tighten slightly, unsure exactly what you were getting at and suddenly being afraid that you did know. The sight of his expression had you smirking before you said, “She is my best friend- like yours- but girls mostly listen to each other…I could potentially lead her in your direction. You know…get that date you’ve always wanted lover boy.”

Keys blinked, understanding after a moment or two that you were talking about Millie and the hopeless crush he had on her, something he had confessed to you a while ago. Just that, nothing else…thank god.

“Don’t-“ Keys laughed awkwardly, “Don’t. I actually don’t like her like that anymore.”

You gave him a look, and he felt his cheeks heat up, embarrassed by the mention of his old crush on her. Not because he was embarrassed of being in love with Millie once, but because he had thought you had known something else now, that had nothing to do with Millie but with the woman standing in this kitchen with him.

“Oh…when did that happen?” You questioned him, not believing a single word that just came out of his mouth. Truth be told, long before he confided in you his crush, you had been aware of it. How could you not be? It was the way he looked at her, brown eyes longing and yearning. He had it bad for her, for years, so it was hard to believe he’d moved on, that he’d fallen out of love.

“A while ago, actually, just sort of happened one day,” he replied awkwardly, eyes flashing to his watch. He had a few minutes left before he had to go back in there and start coding again. You both worked from home, made up your own hours and he liked to keep a more timely schedule than you did.

“Huh,” you said, still curious as to how that happened at all, but knowing he was going to be escaping back to his office/room was enough to make you set it aside and continue your prior conversation bargain.

“Anything else then? I’m really desperate here Keys, I wouldn’t be asking you to do this if I wasn’t, you know this,” you continued, watching as he picked up his basically untouched coffee and pushed himself off the counter, ready to return to his coding.

“The coffee runs do sound nice, but like I said, not worth it,” he told you again, this time a bit more firmly and now it was you getting frustrated with him as you followed closely after him through the living room.

“Oh come on! I can do it for longer? The rest of the year- Keys!” You grabbed his arm, the one that wasn’t holding a coffee thankfully as it definitely might’ve spilled, “I’m begging you, do you want me to get down on my knees and beg to show you how serious I am?”

He cheeks suddenly became flushed as you started to descent to your knees and he had to catch you to keep you from doing that. The last thing he needed was to know how you looked when you’re on your knees in front of him. The last thing.

“No! You don’t have to-“ he said a bit too frantically. You stared at him, confused by his sudden behavior (even noticing his suddenly very pink cheeks and wide eyes underneath his glasses). Keys blinked rapidly for a moment, before he turned his head and cursed, “Alright alright, it may take a day or so- we need to make sure our schedules are clear- which means you gotta do work.”

He gave you a pointed look, knowing your tendency to move away from your work computer to what you called your fun gaming one whenever you felt like it.

“Oh yeah of course!” you replied like you did work all the time, “If that’s what it takes then hell yeah, I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

You didn’t say it like a joke, which made him swallow thickly at your words and push down some thoughts he’d been having about you lately. Some romantic, some not so romantic and more in the carnal sense. Both equally terrified him and made him feel a sense of guilt.

It didn’t help that your favorite lounge at home outfit was a sports bra and biker shorts you usually paired with a zip-up hoodie that you never zipped up. It was mostly that pretty silver chain necklace you wore all the time and how it would fall underneath the fabric of your bra, making his eyes and thoughts wander to forbidden places.

Something he was doing right fucking now. It was almost like getting caught in a spell of some sort, which embarrassed him greatly.

You were too distracted by the fact that he technically agreed to helping you out to notice his eyes resting on your chest area, “I can’t believe you’re going to do this for me- okay- okay you get back to work and we’ll meet up tonight?”

You were giddy, almost bouncing in your spot and Keys suddenly snapped out of his trance caused by you, and he quickly forced his eyes to meet yours, realizing you’d just been speaking and that he wasn’t listening.

“Uh- yeah- yeah totally,” he told you in an attempt to not sound like a creep. You didn’t notice though, you didn’t notice a lot of things actually, and you merely flashed him an excited grin before you turned and jogged back into your own room, for the first time being excited to do some work and actually complete it.

Keys just stood there long after you had slammed your door shut, long after you probably sat at your computer and started replying to messages or reworking some mods like you were supposed to.

He felt like an idiot. A fool. Yet another hopeless fool who developed feelings for somebody he was close to, somebody in the same friend group.

He hadn’t intended for it to happen. It had always been Millie, not that anything was wrong with you of course, he just had some odd attachment to her because for a long time he considered her to be his dream girl, but after a long hard look at himself and their friendship he knew that’s all she would ever be.

And he was okay with that…eventually. Eventually his heart stopped fluttering in his chest when their eyes would meet, eventually his mind was no longer foggy and warm when they spoke. Eventually, he felt nothing but a platonic love that would always be there to stay.

With you, he wasn’t anticipating feelings like that to come up. It honestly came out of no where one day. Millie and Mouser had left, and you decided to stick around a little longer.

Keys wasn’t used to being alone with you, as at the time you were closer to Millie only and you two were like a package deal. So when you said you’d stay, Keys suggested you two play a game of your choice as an ice breaker. You chose this shooter game, 1v1, or on a team together online. That would be his choice and he decided to go with 1v1, not wanting to deal with teammates he didn’t know as he wasn’t up for a headache or trash talking from strangers or kids who aren’t being monitored by their parents and cursing like sailors.

He didn’t catch the wicked look in your eyes when he chose that one.

Keys learned very quickly how much you liked shooter games, even ones at the arcades. Your aim was impeccable and your sportsmanship was completely out of the window. You quipped back and forth like old friends, teasing him when he’d lose, cursing him when you lost, which wasn’t as often as Keys would’ve liked.

It was fun, very fun, and you ended up spending the entire night with him, playing your favorite games, and his favorite ones. Then, you just talked and got to know each other better.

Keys had liked you before that, and it was after that he started to like you more. And when you and him moved into together- things changed. They changed a lot.

He really liked you, but like with Millie, he was probably forever going to keep it to himself because how could you ever like him in return? He was your friend, and you knew he had been hopelessly in love with your best friend- he couldn’t see that working out. Not one bit, even if it broke his heart knowing that it wouldn’t.

Like Millie was, you were just another dream girl, and like her again, he eventually learn to be okay with that. It’s what was keeping him going, honestly, but he knew it would take longer as you were around him constantly. Eventually, he told himself as he took a sip of his now cold coffee, eventually.

✦ ✦ ✦

Keys had gone to bed the minute he finished up.

He washed his face, taken off his shirt and put on his pajama pants, took off his glasses, and laid spread on his bed under the covers on his stomach. One side of his face was nuzzled into his pillow, heavy eyes shutting on their own accord, mind ready to be overcome by well deserved sleep.

Just as he felt sleep wash over him, something had weighed down the mattress from his left side. Well, not something, more like somebody had.

He opened one eye to see you on his bed, and he quickly sat up, moving away from you as he asked what the heck you were doing in his bed like this. You were taken back by his reaction, but then raised a brow before saying, “We agreed to meet up tonight, remember?”

Keys just stared at you, blinking wildly as he tried to remember if that was true. You shifted in your spot, spreading your thighs a little more so you could actually sit on his bed. He let his eyes move down for only a split second, though his vision was blurry, before forcing them back up at you.

“I seriously don’t remember, just-“

“God relax,” you suddenly said, a smile starting to grow on your lips, “You’re so nervous by a girl being in your bed.”

You were teasing him again, and he coughed into his hand before he shook his head and said in an attempt to change the subject, “I told you it might take all day, we can’t start tonight we’ll be up for hours.”

You frowned now, “Then why’d you agree tonight? You said ‘yeah totally’ I remember.” You pointed at him, and Keys suddenly recalled that he did say that to you- he had just been distracted that he didn’t know what he was agreeing to.

He cursed under his breath, knowing that you weren’t going to go away at all, but thinking he should keep his word as well, especially when you titled your head and gave him what could only be described as puppy dog eyes. You even fluttered your lashes and stuck out your bottom lip.

“Fine, get everything set up-“

“Already done,” you replied, already moving to stand, and you gestured him to follow you as you took long strides out the door. Keys could only grab his glasses, forgoing a shirt, so he could keep up with you.

Everything was set up, the game, the laptop with the games codes there- he was sure you made sure IP addresses couldn’t be tracked as the last thing your guys new gaming company needed was a scandal that involved one of the key founding members hacking into a game made by a separate company. Why on earth did you want to do this? It was insanely risky.

You moved to sit on a stool you had brought in from the kitchen, leaving your vibrant teal gaming chair to Keys. He sat in it, eyes glossing over the game and he asked you for clarification what it was you wanted him to do exactly.

“I’m having trouble with the items- okay so every time you buy one the price goes up and it goes insanely high- insanely that it makes it impossible to buy more,” you explained, “So I need you to either keep the prices from going up, or to give me infinite items or coins. That one sounds great.”

Keys ran his hand through his hair and laughed at your request, and said teasingly, “You know you can just earn all those coins by being a better player.”

He felt your hand lightly smack his shoulder, “I’ve been on this for weeks, Keys, and I’m desperate. This boss is kicking my ass and I’d like an infinite amount of healing potions.”

Rather than going to the coding, he actually moved to the game instead, starting it up and waving you off when you asked him what he was doing.

“I just want to see which boss is kicking your ass so much that you want to cheat,” he told you, and you started to protest, knowing that this was one the games he actually introduced you to and would definitely tease you when he found out which one it was.

Keys promptly ignored you as he loaded up to your last mission, and as his eyes danced around the screen, taking in the familiar surroundings and music even, he started to laugh and shake his head- doing exactly what you were afraid of.

“Alright yeah laugh it up-“

“No, no I actually don’t blame you,” he said with another shake of his head before he pushed his hair out his face, “I think I stopped playing for a while because of this fight. Have you gotten asked to play easy mode yet?”

He was looking at you now, and you moaned in distress before nodding. Keys laughed, remembering how this particular boss battle had humbled him and other players who thought they were god at video games greatly. He leaned back in his chair, clasping his hands together and resting them over his chest.

“It’s a bad idea,” he told you again, this time more firmly, “Also I’m sorry- I’m not going to let you cheat. We’re beating this guy here and now.”

He was turning away from you to look back at the screen, and you groaned.

“Keys there’s no way- no fucking way we’re going to beat him- you said even you had trouble,” you tried, “Just let me go the cheating route.”

You grabbed the laptop, but Keys had taken it from you swiftly, shutting it and setting aside as you grumbled at him.

“No you’re going to beat this guy fair and square, we just need to replay missions, get every objective checked off…” he trailed off as he started moving the character away from the boss battle zone. You just sat beside him, dreading the idea of having to go back to do all that.

“Keys…” you moaned in complete despair, “That’ll take too long.”

“It won’t, I’ll help you,” he replied back, and dropped your head on his shoulder while he grinned, amused by your reluctance to replay any of this.

“Fine, fine, we’ll take turns,” you said, lifting your head up so you can look at the screen. Keys agreed to these terms.

A few hours had passed, you and Keys switching off who plays and who watches- and Keys was a much better player than you were at this particular game, getting through past battles you also had trouble with and barely passed with ease, slicing through the bosses like butter, and going on his merry way. You were almost embarrassed honestly whenever it was your turn, but he sat beside you on that stool, and just helped you.

Normally, whenever you played together or watched the other play a single player game (a sort of ritual you two had every other night when you were both available) you’d go hard on each other for every little mistake.

“Uh triangle is the top button Keys? Need to study the controls a little longer there big guy?”

“Haha- if you’re just going to be so critical the door's over there…”

All would end with a laugh and you leaning back on his bed as you continued to watch him, teasing him within the next few minutes.

Right now though, he’d still occasionally tease here and there, but it wasn’t condescending or serious enough to irritate you. You actually liked it, liked him sitting next to you, leaned in slightly so he was closer to you and the screen, telling you directly in your ear what to do, when to trigger your characters power, what weapons you should go with- you liked him being so close, and especially liked it when you did good and he praises you.

It really urged you to play well, wanting to hear those words again.

Then, you got to the boss you’ve been having so much trouble with you wanted to cheat your way into beating him. By now it was past midnight, closer to 1 in the morning, and you have both been at it for at least another hour or so- switching spots again and again as you did your best to fuck the boss up. He was the only one who got closest and you at least got farther than you normally would…more than half of his life had been down before you were taken out.

“Yup- I’m dead,” Keys said with a sigh. He leaned back, pressing the back of his head on the gaming chair and you grumbled, knowing you were next to try.

“Don’t even move,” you said in a gruff voice as you moved from the stool and sat onto his lap. Keys eyes widened when he felt you there, hands moving to grasp your hips almost instinctively but quickly dropping them as if it was a crime to hold you.

“What are you-“

“I’m going to die real quick, so you moving would be a waste,” you said, shifting slightly before you restarted the mission. Keys just say there staring at the back of your head, trying to fight the heat that was overcoming him.

You weren’t putting your weight fully down on him, your own feet touching the floor and holding yourself upright as you clicked away at the keyboard, too concentrated on the game to notice Keys having a slight panic attack underneath you or how tense suddenly became.

Curse words were slipping through your lips toward the game, and you shifted in your spot again, making him hold onto you once more, deciding to look over your shoulder now and focus on the game and not how you felt on his lap.

You were doing pretty well, actually, dodging with precision, getting well aimed hits on the boss. Your characters power bar was growing drastically, and when the bar was full you managed to trigger it at the perfect time.

“You know, for somebody’s who not even trying you’re doing pretty damn good,” Keys mumbled, leaning forward so his head was over your shoulder. Focusing on the game had been successful in distracting him from your current position.

You merely hummed in response, acknowledging his compliment, and the villain’s health bar was so low- it was in the red and Keys said, “Holy shit! You almost got him!”

He held his breath, and also you, as he watched you dodge some his quickest attacks that you struggled with before triggering your character's power again and putting the boss to sleep with one final blow and a final scream.

You just stared at the screen, in pure disbelief, and perhaps a dash of denial that you’d finally beaten this fucker who had been haunting you for weeks now, taunting you every time you looked at your computer screen. You did it, you beat him - or did you?

"Did...did I actually beat him? Or did I fall asleep watching you play and this is a fever dream? Please tell me this is fucking real-"

“It's real! You kicked his ass!” Keys was practically hugging you from behind and you threw your hands up and shouted with excitement, the smile on your lips wide as you really took in that you finally beat him.

"See! You didn't need to cheat," Keys told you from behind, making you laugh and move to stand, making Keys let you go as you did. He stood up too, and you were turned around to hug him tightly, which seemed to have taken him off guard.

Keys settled into your tight embrace, returning it by wrapping his arms tightly around you before you tilted your head up at him with a wide grin on your lips.

He looked down at you, “He wasn’t worth hacking into a game, right?”

"I mean if we cheated it wouldn't be almost...2 in the morning right now," you joked, making him laugh, his lips pulling into a sweet smile as his brown eyes held your gaze, "But...no you're right...totally not worth that."

He nodded, happy that you agreed with him.

"Thank you, Keys, I mean it...just thank you, I know it's just a video game but you know...this stuff is basically our life, so just...thanks," you told him truthfully.

Keys sucked in a tight breath before he nodded, "You're welcome, anything for you honestly...except you know...hacking into a beatable game."

He made you laugh, again, and because he was pretty sleepy right now with the adrenaline rushing off, he couldn't really hide the way he was looking at your lips.

There was little light in the room, with only your bedside lamp and the light emitting from your computer screen behind you. It reflected back at you slightly, courtesy of those cute glasses Keys wore, but you could see his eyes weren't on yours.

You honestly don't know what compelled you, the adrenaline that still coursed through your veins from the win, or maybe the fact that you were still holding each other like a separated couple reunited- you couldn't really pinpoint it, but you were starting to lean forward as if you were going to kiss him...well...you were going to kiss him.

Until he was leaning away, causing you snap out of it. Your eyes widened as they snapped upward to rest back on his. He looked so very confused and your felt your cheeks heat up immediately with embarrassment, feeling like an idiot that you just about almost stole a kiss from him without asking.

“What...what was that?” Keys asked you, attempting to keep his voice as steady as possible as he felt his heart start to race and his stomach between to twist and turn with nerves.

You were pulling away then, saying in an exasperated tone, “Nothing- sorry- I think I just got too caught up in the moment.”

You were trying to laugh it off, make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal what you were about to do and you stumbled backwards, wanting to shut the game off for the night and lay under your covers in your own embarrassment.

Keys just watched you, piecing together exactly what you were close to doing- how close you had leaned in, how your eyes had looked- were those what they call kiss me eyes?

His heart nearly swelled in his chest and he grasped your arm gently, making you turn to meet him with a curious expression and he asked, “Were you about to…kiss me?”

Your expression turned horrified.

“What? No,” you said, panic rising in your voice before you cleared your throat and continued to say, “I wasn’t- no- did it…did it look like it? Because I wasn’t...”

He blinked a few times, knowing that you were lying. He knows what he saw, and he knows you and your tells, the way you refused to keep eye contact, and would press your lips together as if conflicted. You were lying, and you were embarrassed. He didn’t like that you were.

"Well! Anyway! Thanks for helping me, I really appreciate it and uh- we should totally do this again. Well we probably will but-"

“No wait I wasn't finished," Keys said, making you pause and look up again to meet his gaze. He looked serious now, less shocked and more...determined. You didn't know what to say or do, just standing there and waiting for him to finish.

"Just..if you were trying to kiss me…I’d be totally okay with it,” he said, his voice a little softer. Your eyes widened softly at this statement.

"Really?" you asked, and he swiped his tongue across his bottom lip before he nodded.

Things had suddenly grew tenser, the room quieter and darker, more intimate. You hadn't ever expected to be in a situation like this with Keys, sure you sometimes thought about Keys romantically, but you quickly stopped those because you had always known Keys was in love with Millie.

He was cute, he always had been, you had thought so since you first met him. He was funny...smart, the best video game partner, and roommate, coworker...friend, it always struck you as odd that Millie never saw him the same way he saw her.

And here he was, looking at you how he looked at her, except it felt like something even more and he was basically asking you to kiss him. And you wanted to, you wanted to so bad suddenly, but conflict raised in you because of the fact you thought it was always Millie he loved, wondering in these split seconds if he was suddenly into you because he couldn't have her.

He must've seen this, your hesitation, and he swallowed thickly before starting to speak, "I've actually...liked you for a long time now, you asked me when I lost feelings for Millie and...I think- now I know...it was when I met you because...yeah...it's you."

He trailed off awkwardly, and you watched as his cheeks dusted pink and his eyes shifted away from you. You couldn't really believe what he had just said, but when he finally got the courage back to look at you...you knew he was telling you the truth.

And you were leaning in, tilting your head upwards so that you could press your lips gently against his. You practically felt his breath get taken away as your lips touched his, just before he returned your gentle, almost shy kiss.

You both leaned away at the same time, your heart pounding in your chest and your eyes fluttering open as your eyes met. A small smile had returned to his lips, and suddenly you felt his hand in your hair as he grew more confident and you both leaned in to kiss a second time, this time the kiss was longer, your lips melding together tenderly as you titled your head to deepen it.

Then, things went further...because of you mostly. Your hands planted against his bare chest as you made him walk backwards, your lips never leaving each others and he was on your bed with you settling into his lap, straddling him.

Keys looked up at you through his lashes, his hands placed onto your waist, in almost the same way they were placed moments before when you on his lap playing and defeating the boss. His body felt so warm against yours, and you were sure your body was just as warm against his.

You moved your own hands to his hair, and said, "Do you want to keep playing, Keys? Or do you wanna keep doing this?"

He seemed taken back by your suggestion, but laughed breathlessly as he said, "Yeah...yeah let's keep doing this."

#ngl this was inspired by the feeling i got when i couldn't beat the first boss in devil may cry #didn't have a cute boy to beat it for me #just my sister LMAO #keys x reader #walter keys mckey x reader #keys imagine #walter keys mckey imagine #walter keys mckey #free guy #free guy imagine #joe keery

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babydollmarauders · 1 year

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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART FIFTEEN)

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next: sixteen

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 it was game night! i hope not too many broke your tv’s!

tonight was another 5-1 loss for your favorite spawns of satan, which unfortunately means the rags have a 2 win lead on us. we might be first round exits!

our only goal tonight was made by uncle Haula-back girl! and if you look, i got a picture of Pally’s little jump! 🥹 he was so excited! so happy for them!

bff number 1 (previously number 2) demanded i post more pictures of him, so he got to be the center of attention tonight with a picture of him smoldering AND a super cute, totally adorbs picture of him in a headlock! 🫶 so cute, bunny!

p.s. please enjoy jack watching his cocomelon <3

tagged john.marino97, dawson1417, tmeier96, ehaula, pally_18 nicohischier, and sharangovich17

ehaula thank you y/n/n!

pally_18 i didn’t know i could jump that high

john.marino97 i feel like that 6th picture could’ve been left out…

y/ndevils00 and i feel like it was too good to not post

john.marino97 i feel like i should hack your insta and delete it

y/ndevils00 i feel like maybe dawson would be back to best friend number 1 if you do that

dawson1417 so, hey john, i know her instagram password

user47 only one jack photo, no fun part of the caption dedicated to him, and she didn’t even tag him 🫠 did they breakup?!

user61 that’s what i was thinking too!

y/ndevils00 still together! just protesting his hair!

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 i told you i’ll get it cut after playoffs!

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes not good enough.

nicohischier there’s still 5 games left! would it kill you to believe in us?

y/ndevils00 yes <3

nicohischier you know you work for us… right?

y/ndevils00 that just means i have to ROOT for you, not believe in you :)

nicohischier @/jackhughes you no longer have to worry about me stealing her

jackhughes i had to worry about that in the first place?!

lhughes_06 next game! i’m calling it!

y/ndevils00 we would’ve won if you were out there, smush! i know it!

lhughes_06 i appreciate the sentiment, squish! but we don’t know that for certain!

y/ndevils00 oh trust me, i know. and i know who you could’ve replaced too

john.marino97 @/y/ndevils00 care to share with the class? 🎤

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 i fear i’ve said too much

tmeier96 i made a post! i don’t really like the context of this post, but i made it!

y/ndevils00 see? everyone else should learn from timothy here! he’s just grateful to be included!

tmeier96 that’s actually not my name! it’s just timo!

y/ndevils00 no it’s not.

jackhughes yeah, bro, she doesn’t care. nice try, though!

dawson1417 damn i look good

y/ndevils00 i guess you don’t look like a drowned rat, i’ll give you that!

dawson1417 i’m scared to ask but, do i.. usually look like a drowned rat?

y/ndevils00 what? no! who would ever imply that?! 😧

jackhughes once again, i was not watching cocomelon!

y/ndevils00 i’ve seen your search history

jackhughes then you know i don’t watch cocomelon!

y/ndevils00 whatever you wanna tell the fans, baby 🫶

#media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes fic #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #new jersey devils #nj devils #nhl blurb #nhl fic #nhl imagine #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 3 months

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Carpet Burn

Benny Miller x Jack Mojave • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • ko-fi •

Summary: Santi's odd cousin comes for a visit.

A/N: This is just crack. I am so sorry. I'm using my normal tag list but please feel free to just ignore this (because I think the only person whose cup of tea this is, is me.) This is for @triplefrontier-anniversary event. Also, I blame @romanarose completely for this, as I made a joke about writing Jack as Santi's cousin ages ago.

Warnings: overuse of italics, oral sex (m receiving), swearing, I have not proofread this (I’m so sorry I just can’t look at it anymore), please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 1835

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“Look, I know he’s weird.” Santi said, shutting the fridge door and holding out a beer for Frankie.

“Really weird.” Will added and Santi gave him a look.

“But he’s family.” Santi stressed, sighing a little.

“How is he related to you again?” Frankie took the bottle with a nod of gratitude.

He crossed his arms and shrugged. “He’s my cousin.”

“I thought he was your second cousin?” Will frowned.

“I thought he was your cousin once removed?” Frankie drank a gulp of the beer and pulled a disgusted face at Santi, he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well, I don’t actually know.”

“You don’t know?” Will put his feet up on the coffee table, leaning back to look at Santi and Frankie in the kitchen.

Benny gave his brother a look and pointed to his feet. “Bro.”

“What?”

“I don’t know if he’s my fucking second cousin or cousin how many times removed or what the fuck, kay?” Santi came and sat down next to Will, swatting at his legs.

“Ow.” Will laughed, “that hurt.”

“Good. Keep your feet off my table.”

“Look you made me take my shoes off, so I think-”

“Just because you're a savage who wears outside shoes in the house,” Frankie said, sitting on the armchair, “and who puts their feet up in other people’s furniture-”

“See?” Benny hissed.

“-without asking,” Frankie continued.

“It’s normal to wear shoes in the house.” Will countered.

“House shoes.” Santi said.

“Yeah, house shoes. Not outside ones.” Frankie took another swig of the beer.

“Outside shoes.” Will tutted, he turned to his brother. “Help me out here?”

“If you share a great grandparent he’s your first cousin once removed, if he’s the kid of your first cousin once removed he’s your second cousin.” Benny said.

Will pulled a face. “Why do you know that?”

“Why don’t you?”

“I-”

“Doesn’t fucking matter, he’s just visiting okay?” Santi shrugged, crossing his arms and sighing.

“He staying with you?” Frankie asked,

“Hell no.”

Will snorts.

“I don’t think he’s that weird.” Benny picked at the label of his bottle. “I kinda like him.”

“Yeah, well, you only met him once,” Will cut in. “Me and Frankie have met him like 5, 6 times? Dude’s insane, always causing everyone brother.”

“He’s quirky.” Ben shrugged.

Will pulled a face. “Fish, isn’t he fucking insane?”

“I’m not getting involved.” Frankie took a long swig of his beer.

“Hey, that is my cousin, you know?” Santi gave Will a glare.

“Sorry, Pope.”

“Nah,” Santi grinned, “he is fucking insane.”

“You guys are mean.” Benny teased.

“Yeah, well, you love him so much, why don’t you hang out with Jack?” Will nudged him in the side.

“You know what, I will.”

And that was how Benny ended up hanging out with Jack by himself.

The original plan had been to grab a beer at the bar on 12th. But that had turned into four, then five, then six, then…

The guy was off his rocker, that was for sure. Benny knew that, but he kinda liked it too. He never quite knew where the conversation was going. Jack would throw in some quote from a philosopher one second, and then would talk about a tennis game the next.

“I don’t really watch tennis,” Ben finished his seventh beer, eighth? “You watch football?”

“Nah, too commercial, I’m not into all that capitalist shit.” Jack motioned to the bartender to bring over another set of drinks.

“Tennis isn’t commercial?”

“Not how I watch it brother, I only watch it in French.” He taps the side of his head. “They can’t advertise to me if I don’t know the language, you feel me?”

Benny paused, nodding and then frowning, “Why don’t you do that for the football then?”

Jack shook his head, “not the same brother, not the same. They got a way, you know?”

Benny did not know.

“A way of still getting into your psyche.” Jack tapped the bar to punctuate his sentence. “I’m not having it. Commercials are capitalism and ‘Capitalism is a social system based on the exploitation of the majority by a minority for their private profit.’” He took a sip of his beer. “Jean-Paul Sartre said that.”

“I thought that was Marx?”

Jack laughed long and hard, smacking Benny affectionately on the back. Benny smiled, his cheeks warm. His expression was infectious.

“Hoo-wee!” He wiped his eyes, “I thought I’d got you there for sure, kiddo. Brother, ah, for sure.” He grinned. “But you got me, caught old Jack didn’t ya?”

Benny smiled again, “nah, just, you know. Marx is pretty famous, I guess.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, brother, don’t sell yourself low if you gotta sell yourself at all. See, most people wouldn’t know, most people wouldn’t care.” He quickly moved his hand over his head, complaining it with a ‘zoom’ sound, “most common folk, straight over their heads, brother, or they just would be too Tiny Timmy Timid to say a peep.”

Benny nodded, a little bewitched by Jack when he talked. Like some snake charmer, slowly lulling him into a hypnotic state. “Well, you know.” Heat rose to his cheeks that he told himself was from the alcohol. “Guess I haven’t been hit so much in the head that I’ve forgotten everything.”

Jack nodded, taking another drink. “Very impressive all that fighting of yours, very impressive. But you could teach old Jacky a thing or two, couldn’t you? A thing or two about wrestling around.”

“Well, erm, I-”

“Course you could brother,” Jack patted him on the back again. He left his hand there for a moment too long, trailing down his spine instead of moving away.

“Yeah, sure.” Benny swallowed a little nervously. “So, erm, what’s your opinion on shoes on in the house?”

That was how he ended up back at where Jack was staying. The older man insisting that he ‘showed Benny Boy the house shoe rule in person’.

And, well, it would be rude to say no, wouldn’t it?

“It’s a nice place,” Benny said, taking off his shoes by the front door. “Air BnB?”

“Nah,” Jack shook his head. “I don’t go in for all that, fine when it’s people renting their house because they’re on holiday themselves or something, sure. But not when it’s just jumped up landlords buying up properties.”

“Erm, yeah.” He hadn’t really answered the question. Benny wobbled a little as he took off his trainer, the alcohol buzzing through his system making him pleasantly warm.

“Woah, hey there little brother,” Jack moved quickly to him, wrapping his arm around his shoulder and one hand on his waist. “Gonna fall if you’re not careful.”

“Nah, I’m okay.” He smiled.

Jack tutted. “Not at all, your my guest. Can’t have you falling and spilliting your pretty head on the floor can I?”

Benny frowned, completely missing the ‘pretty’ comment, “it’s carpet?”

Jack laughed loudly. “It sure is… carpet burn then.” He grinned, his eyes trailing over Benny’s face. “Only want that on the knees, you know?”

“On your knees?”

“Yeah…” Jack smiled, darting his tongue out to drag it along his bottom lip. “Let me should you, hmm?”

“Erm, okay, yeah…?” Benny let Jack lead him, still holding onto his waist, to the sofa in the living room. Let him press him down onto the cushions. Let Jack sink to the door between his knees.

He wasn’t stupid. It’s just that… it almost seemed impolite to ask him to stop. And who was Benny really to refuse a blow job when the oputinity arose?

Part of him wished he wasn’t already hard when Jack palmed him through his jeans, wish he had made him work for it. But the other, much louder part, was already desperate to have his soft looking lips around his cock.

He unzipped Benny’s jeans slowly, glancing up at the younger man and giving him plenty of oppuinities to tell him to stop, fuck off, or move away.

Benny stayed still, breathing hard through his nose as Jack carefully pulled him free and ran his hand up and down his hot length for a moment.

“You ever had a guy suck you off?”

“A few times.”

Jack hummed and nodded. “Good.”

Benny barely had a moment to register what he had said before he licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, swirling his tongue over the head before dipping down and taking him into his mouth.

Benny shuddered, letting out a painfully loud sigh at the warmth of Jack’s mouth, at how he sucked just enough to truly ignite a fire under his skin, but not enough to truly ease that ache.

He lifted his head up, swirling his tongue over his balls before he traced the large vein on the underside of his dick and slipped him back into his warm and waiting mouth.

Benny gasped, his thighs twitching as the pleasure in his lower stomach began to grow. He instinctively grabbed hold of the back of Jack’s head, pulling at his hair and pushing him down lower.

Jack hummed, chucking and the vibrations ran along Benny’s cock as he followed the directions and sank lower, the older man’s hands pressed to Ben’s inner thighs to keep him spread wide.

Benny tried to fight the urge to buck up into his mouth, chasing more of that intoxicating heat. But he couldn’t help himself, his stomach muscles twitching as he tried to stay still. Jack’s firm hold stopped him from getting too far though as he kept up his slow and tortuous pace. He let his salvia pool down, completely covering Benny’s cock as he sank lower, and lower and-

Benny cried out, swearing under his breath in a haze as he hit the back of Jack’s throat and went further still. “Shit, shit, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he pulled on his hair, pushing him deeper, his back bending off the sofa. “Holy fuck, please, Jesus,” mindless words tumbled out of his mouth as Jack started to pick up the pace, fucking him in earnest.

Sparks of pleasure ran along Benny’s spine, pooled in his stomach and overrode any other thought. He groaned loudly, throwing his head back against the cushions and squirming against the pleasure.

He tried to pull him back a little to warn him, “Jack, fuck, Jack, I’m gonna-”

But the older man didn’t let up, taking him as deep as he possibly could.

“Fuck!” Benny sobbed, his hips stuttering, legs shaking as he spurted down Jack’s throat, coming harder than he could ever remember.

Jack slowed, but kept working him over, prolonging his orgasm until he pulled back fully and grinned.

Benny breathed hard, sweat beading on his forehead as he slumped back onto the sofa, blissed out and boneless.

“How about I get you a glass of water, brother, and then we go again?” Jack smiled.

Benny raised an eyebrow at him.

“I mean, I haven’t actually got carpet burn. Yet.”

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sk8termikey · 16 days

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Chapter 17 of 21 Questions

better interface on wattpad + chaps updated till 27

What the–, Matt thought as he was currently looking at his Instagram feed. He had decided to browse through Instagram incognito with his second account, but nothing had prepared him for what he was looking at.

Am I being crazy or– there's no way. Matt was kind of starting to panic as he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He dared glance at Nick and Chris who hadn't noticed his confused state yet. Should he ask them for help? Should he mention his issue? Eh, what can I do alone… I need some objectivity.

“Hey guys…” Matt called for his brothers who were sitting on one of the beds.

“Yeah?” Chris replied without looking up.

“Can I talk about something?”

Feeling that it was somewhat important, Nick nudged Chris to put down his phone so that they could give their full attention to Matt.

“What’s going on? Are you ok?” Nick asked as he was worried with the tone Matt used.

“Hmm, nothing major but I needed to tell you about someone.”

“Okay…” Nick and Chris said in sync.

“So– I’ve been talking to this girl for like six or seven months I guess like since spring I’d say and…”

Now knowing where the conversation could go, neither Chris nor Nick was going to interrupt Matt as it was now or never.

“She might know us?” Matt internally cringed as he wasn’t even sure of what he was saying.

“What do you mean?” Nick demanded as he wanted clarification. “Have you said anything about yourself?”

“No but why are we only learning about this girl now?” Chris eventually interrupted as he felt confused.

“Well no, like– she knows my name is Matt but that’s all! It’s just– wait lemme explain, I’ll try to make sense.” Matt was starting to panic at the idea that his brothers didn’t approve of what he was going to tell them. “Ok so this girl, she’s called Lily. She randomly started texting me and at first I was weary obviously but then I realised we had quite some common ground like regarding cartoons and games such as Pokemon or Fortnite. I mean, we even played together once. But unrelated I guess, I don’t know…”

“Take your time bro, we ain’t going nowhere.” Chris reassured as he felt Matt stressing.

“Yeah, hmm… and it’s just– I started following her on Instagram with my other account you know and she’s really into photography so she posts landscapes and stuff, but her most recent posts looked too familiar and I just need you to confirm if I’m getting crazy or nah.”

As Matt had kind of finished rambling, he gave his phone open on Lily’s latest post. Nick took it and scrolled through the other posts below. Indeed, Nick and Chris felt a sense of familiarity as the photos were very much looking like the last three cities they’ve travelled to.

“Maybe she’s travelling through Florida, doesn’t mean it’s for us.” Chris tried to reason.

“Look at her tagged posts…” Matt quietly said.

Nick didn’t even have time to leave the post they were on that he let out a gasp.

“Wait– I know her.”

“WHAT?” Chris and Matt both exclaimed.

“Like I don’t know her but I know her account”, Nick started explaining as he tapped on a post of the sunset he had looked at before. “I was literally on it two days ago. She’s friends with someone who went on stage with us.”

“Oh... Oh…” They all realised together that Nick was basically confirming what Matt had been assuming.

To be absolutely certain, Nick did go see her tagged posts and indeed saw Alex’s posts from Orlando. This was now sure, Matt had met Lily and he’d had no idea although they had seen each other probably a couple of times.

“No yeah and I recognise her from our last three shows, I think?” Chris wondered out loud. “So yep bro, she does know us and we actually met her. Got a café and shit if I remember well.”

Matt didn’t know how to react. Not only Lily was a fan of him and his brothers, but he had met her in real life. How was he even supposed to react? Text her to confront her? Matt was completely lost at the moment, but only one thought was in his head and he spoke before thinking it through:

“Would it be crazy to say I wanna see her again?”

What, Matt realised what he had just said. What am I thinking? Fuck.

“Erm… what do you mean?” Nick softly asked as he could sense Matt’s stress increasing.

“Sorry, stupid idea. I don’t even know what I’m saying…” Matt replied as he was now embarrassed. “Just like– I literally met a great online friend but none of us was aware and, I don’t know… it’s weird because she might be sceptical at knowing that I am Matt, the Matt she’s been texting is the same as the Matt she’s a fan of.”

“Well, it makes sense to think like that.” Chris agreed with his brother. “But you can’t know until you guys actually talk about your real identities. Damn, it’s giving a spy movie.”

“Chris, stop.” Nick lightly punched his arm to prevent him from joking about it but when he saw that Matt actually laughed at it, he stopped tormenting Chris.

After a small silence, Matt finally gathered the courage to ask what the three of them had now been pondering about.

“Would it be weird to invite her to our last show?”

“Wow, you wanna meet her with the fam there?” Chris chuckled as he then continued with a more serious tone. “No problem with me to be honest, but how do you even want to bring this up with her?”

“Chris is right,” Nick agreed. “Are you gonna text her and reveal yourself out of nowhere?

“No, of course not.” Matt had rejected that idea from the beginning. “I kinda know how to do it I guess, but I just want your approval before doing anything.”

“Fine by me if you know how to get her there”, Chris shrugged.

“Nick?” Matt faced his brother, hoping to get a positive reaction.

“I guess it doesn’t hurt to properly meet her. And if it doesn’t work out, we’ll take care of it so don’t worry.” Nick was actually giving his brother the green light to start his plan. “If I’m not mistaken about who she is, I remember her being really nice so it should be fine.”

“Yeah, she is really kind. I always thought you'd like her, so I hope you will.”

To finish reassuring Matt that everything was alright, Nick and Chris both pulled him into a group hug before letting him go text the now infamous girl.

Lily

Hey, it’s been a while

How are you?

MATT

Heyy

Yeah sorry i’ve been mia

I’m great tho, i’ve been travelling a bit w alex so it’s really fun

You?

It’s ok don’t worry, I was busy as well with my brothers

But I’m good too :)

And yeah i saw your pics, they look really nice

Thanks!

Where were you if I can ask?

Ofc ye

We went to atlanta then florida where we still are

Oh sweet

Celebrating anything special or just a well deserved break?

Hmm both I’d say

We just went to see some artists ig

But it was cool to move around for a bit

Ok matt you can do it

Unsent

Sounds cool indeed

Which singers are on tour rn?

Oh it wasn’t a concert

It was some youtubers

Like doing a tour to meet fans, play games and shit

Shit indeed

Unsent

This is the moment

Unsent

Wait it kinda rings a bell

Is it like those triplets?

Omg yes

The sturniolo triplets

How’d you know?? You watched them too?

Well i think my cousin was supposed to see them for their last show

Talked to me about it for weeks

That’s awesome!!

Wait, was? :(

She can’t go anymore yeah

That's a bummer

I hope she'll get another occasion if they ever do another tour somewhere later

She probably will

🤞🤞

Hey hmm

Might be weird to ask idk but would you wanna go?

I promise i don't wanna sound creepy

Oh-

Damn, wasn’t expecting that

Does she only have one ticket?

She has two

Ig you went w alex, right? So that’s why i’m offering

Would be free btw

She’s not even expecting resale anymore because the show is very soon i think

Yeah in like 2 days lmao

I’m tempted bro fr

I swear i’m not trying to scam you

You’re still in florida right? So not that far away depending your current city

And i can even send you my cousin’s number if you want to talk with her

The fuck are you doing, Matt thought as he felt like he sounded desperate and didn’t know how to proceed. How would he even get someone who doesn’t exist to text Lily? As he sighed, Matt brought Nick’s attention to him.

“What’s wrong? Is she reacting negatively to whatever you’re offering?”

“I guess she’s just being careful but…” Matt thought about how he could solve his situation. “What would you do for your brother in need?”

“Helping my favourite brother? Depends but almost anything if the reward is nice enough,” Nick replied with a small laugh.

“Hey!” Chris reacted to Nick’s mention of Matt being his favourite brother.

“You know I’m kidding, my favourite is Justin obviously.”

“So yeah Nick…” Matt tried to word his request. “How would you feel about texting Lily to pretend to be my cousin who has tickets for our last show?”

Both Nick and Chris silently looked at Matt to process what was his plan. As Nick asked for clarification, Matt explained the idea he had and what he needed from Nick.

“Honestly, it’s not that bad like–” Chris was supporting Matt for what he wanted to do. “If I were in her shoes I would be the same obviously, but it seems legit.”

“Well, it is.” Matt confirmed. “We can actually give out a couple of tickets to people even if the show is sold out, just gotta ask Laura to edit them.”

“True,” Nick agreed. “Count me in, I’m actually curious to get to know your little friend outside of the ‘Meet & Greet’ atmosphere.”

With a sigh of relief, Matt was prepared to send Lily’s number to Nick and vice versa when he saw that she had replied.

Lily

I’ll trust you dw

When would you be able to send them?

“Ok slight change of plans”, Matt quickly said as he looked up from his phone. “Nick, thanks but I won’t need you for the cousin persona. A for the effort though. And questions: first, how quick can Laura make me two tickets for backstage? Second, how mad would she be that it’s fucking last minute for a random girl?”

“If we explain the whole thing to her she might not be that mad?” Chris tried to rationalise as nothing looked wrong in his opinion. “Nick can ask her for the tickets and I explain to the parents that we’ll have two guests after the show with us.”

Nick nodded in agreement with his youngest brother then took his phone to text their manager Laura and see if she would come meet them to talk. Matt felt so supported at the moment that he couldn’t help the soft look in his eyes. He was capable of looking at his brothers with such pure love, especially when they were doing the most basic things for him.

“Thank you both, I would never do anything without you by my side.”

Comforting Matt for the second time tonight, Chris and Nick side hugged him to show their appreciation as Nick announced that Laura was coming over to their room.

Half an hour later, Laura had agreed to the triplets’ request and told them that she could get the tickets for the next day first thing in the morning, which Matt passed on to Lily. She thanked him for at least five minutes as she couldn’t believe her luck. It’s not everyday that the friend you’ve been texting for seven months coincidentally has a cousin who can miraculously give you tickets to your favourite YouTubers’ tour – it's also not everyday that said friend is actually one of those YouTubers.

Now that Laura was aware of the situation and that his parents didn’t mind the additional guests – they were actually excited about meeting a new friend of their son’s, Matt felt more relaxed and confident about how next Sunday would happen: he would meet fans, take pictures with them, do the show as usual, take other pictures, do the ‘normal’ backstage then finally meet Lily. He could do it. He had met her already. This was simply a more proper meeting, right? I can do it, I did a lot already to make it happen so I can’t chicken out now.

Thank you for reading. Votes and comments are always appreciated if you like this story :) The story is co-written w @/little_grapejuice on wattpad

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teenjiism · 2 years

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domestic vegaspetemacau thoughts incoming.

vegas keeps a picture of pete and macau in his wallet for sure. they are his lockscreen. if pete had a photocard, vegas would keep it in his phone. his password is something related to pete (therefore macau regularly gets into his accounts). vegas probably commissions a huge painting of pete or the two of them together OR the three of them together or ALL of these because he is such a lover loser (txt starts playing)

yknow how kim kept chay’s little polaroids and the move ticket and all that? vegas keeps all their little things too. he secretly takes pictures of pete and has a whole album for them. he keeps every tag from a gift he got from pete. you can’t prove nor disprove me on this but vegas regularly writes love letters to pete. does he give them to him? who knows but either way, he writes him letters because his feelings overwhelm him so much, he needs to let them out.

they have a picture of the 3 of them on their fridge, the magnet they use to pin it was bought on their first vacation together. they leave e/o lil notes on the fridge to each other every day, such as “i love you 💙”, “don’t forget to eat ❤️” and “take a jacket, it’s cold outside. ily”. they do these little things for each other, like vegas making them breakfast every morning, pete packing macau and vegas lunch, macau organizing family nights with movies and board games, all three of them grasping at any semblance of regularity, of a normal, domestic life.

macau is a skater boi TM so he nags pete until he agrees to try it out n turns out he’s very good? macau is impressed, “damn, you’re much better than my brother,” and he’s even more impressed by how strong, fast and smart pete is, “how did my lame ass bro score someone as cool as you?” vegas def sulks a little because HEY i used to be the cool brother? i raised you hello?? but macau just sticks out his tongue and cuddles up to pete (all while holding vegas’ hand it’s okay he’s a cuddly clingy boy)

while i’m here, i think macau definitely idolizes vegas to a certain degree, he’s the only role model he’s ever had but he’s a brat so now that he has pete, too, he can allow himself to tease vegas and poke fun of him (it makes him happy that he can make pete laugh, too, and he can see the grin on vegas’ face, even if he tries to hide it with a grimace). macau’s just a funky little boy who wants to be loved, he wants to be part of a loving, caring family for once in his life. pete would give his life for him and not just because of vegas, not just because he’s vegas’ little brother, but because he actually cares for and loves macau, and macau can feel it. pete makes sure to show him how precious he is and how loved he is, by both of them.

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clumsiestgiantess · 1 month

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Y’all remember when I asked you to choose which way I wanted to take the language barrier story (either a continuation or a prequel)?

Continuing with Ritchie and Mason seemed to be the one people were most interested in, so without further ado…

Part 3 of Takeover Scenario Future!

(part two here) (@goblinunderabridge, @entomolog-t, @microfoxprime, tagging y’all because you were the ones who wanted this to win!)

The first night with Mason was wild. Once I was certain everyone else had gone to bed — even my sister, who kept checking up on me every twenty minutes — I made us a fort beneath my blankets. He stared in awe at the covers high above him, grinning at me as if it was the coolest thing he’d ever seen. It was kinda like a sleepover, only he’d be here every night. I reminded myself to get an actual bed for him later. Tonight he seemed perfectly content to stay right here with me. “Wow! S’ti ekil a elohw sucric tnet rednu ereh! Knaht uoy, niaga, rof lla fo siht. I yltsenoh t’ndid kniht stnaig derac hguone tuoba su ot evig em gnihtemos yletomer ekil siht. M’I dalg uoy dnuof em yadretsey. Neve fi uoy did kaerb ym gel.”

“You’re welcome.. I think?” I hadn’t understood much of it, but Julie had stuck it to me to learn ‘please’, ‘thank you’, and ‘you’re welcome’ in the survivors’ language. I asked about learning ‘yes’ and ‘no’, which seemed important, but she shrugged and said that wasn’t really necessary considering nodding or shaking your head could easily replace those words in the basics of communication. She added that thumbs up or thumbs down could also mean ‘good’ or ‘bad’. We’d just started learning ‘sorry’ when I was called off to get to bed.

We stayed up a good portion of the night playing Super Smash Bros on my Switch. Mason refused to sleep until he’d mastered the little controller. Thankfully the single joycon they give you on the switch was just big enough to be a bit larger than keyboard size to him. He was decent — clearly he’d played games like this back in his world. The only thing stopping him from beating me was the fact that he had to use both hands to move the joystick. I still let him win a few times. He called me out on it for most of them, though.

I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I was shaken awake by Mason. He gestured around to the bed then to himself and I eventually realized he was asking for his own place to sleep. Nodding tiredly, I helped him down off the bed to the floor. He only needed a single pillow as a mattress and a small blanket as a whole comforter. I’d just put away all my gaming stuff and slid into bed when he spoke. “Ritchie?” It was strange hearing him speak my name. So much of what he said I didn’t understand.

“Yeah?” “Tha.. Thank… Knaht uoy.” Well, at least he was trying. I wasn’t sure what he was thanking me for, either. Maybe everything. “Re- Re’uoy emoclew.” Damn those contractions are hard to pronounce. I peered over the edge of the bed at him. He was sitting up on the pillow, grinning at me from below. “Goodnight!” I called quietly, settling back into my bed. “Thgindoog!”

Groggily sliding out of the covers the following morning, I nearly gave myself a heart attack. I’d missed stepping on Mason by a mere few inches. Thankfully, he was still asleep and hadn’t noticed. Just as I returned from the bathroom, my mom hurriedly opened the door to my room. I yelped, quickly coming up to the entrance to block her view of the little bed on the floor, and the small person sleeping soundly in it. “H-Hey, Mom! Why are you up so early?” “What do you mean?” she asked me, “I have to drive you to school in twenty minutes! I came to see if you were ready for breakfast.” Her confusion turned to stern exasperation. “Ritchie, don’t tell me you forgot. You have six weeks of summer school, young man! You better get up and get ready!” “Alright, ok! I’m up! I’m getting ready!” She sighed and closed my bedroom door.

Up until then, I’d forgotten about summer school. Probably because it sucks. At least it’s shorter than normal school. I hurriedly readied myself in my room, stuffing things haphazardly into my backpack. As I sat on the edge of my bed to yank on my socks, Mason stumbled blearily into the space, still half asleep. “Tahw… S’tahw gniog no? Yhw era uoy pu os ylrae, edud?”

He grumbled something at me, then yawned. “I have to go to stupid summer school,” I told him with a groan. Mason stepped back slightly, giving me a slightly hurt look as if I’d grumbled at him. I held up a hand, “No, no I’m not angry at you! I’m angry at school, see?” I picked up my backpack and placed it in front of me, zipping up the pocket I’d been stuffing things into.

Immediately upon seeing my backpack, Mason’s eyes dulled. A knowing, almost disgusted look spread onto his face. “Yeah,” I sighed unhappily, “school.” Mason waved a hand at me dismissively and turned to go back to sleep, but froze in his tracks before he could reach the pillow. Whirling back around, he ran across the room to me, excitedly talking nonstop. “Woah! Slow down! I only know like.. five words in your language! And you’re talking so fast I wouldn’t understand a single one!”

He stopped next to my backpack and yanked the zipper back open, pointing to himself then to the open bag. “You’re kidding… Why would you willingly go to school?” Just like I’d been taught a few things by Julie, Elenor had also taught Mason several words in English. ‘Why’ was one of them. Mason stammered a moment. “I tsuj.. tnaw ot og htiw uoy. Ees erom tnaig secalp, I sseug.” He stammered awkwardly, glancing away from me. Whatever he just said, I understood ‘you’ and ‘giant’, and the fact that he was suddenly at a loss for words. I didn’t know exactly what that meant, but I didn’t see why he couldn’t come. It would probably make classes a bit less boring, even if Mason couldn’t exactly get out of my bag without being seen. “Alright,” I nodded, “Let me just rearrange a few things in-”

“Ritchard? Are you ready up there?” I flinched, blood running cold. “You have ten minutes to be in the car.” Quickly grabbing Mason, I hastily slid him into my backpack — tucked between my binder and the side of the bag where the zipper was. He gave me a wide-eyed look as I went to zip it up. “I’m so sorry, man. I just- my mom’s gonna kill me if I’m not ready. Just.. try to make yourself comfortable in there, ok?” Sliding a more gentle hand in, I settled him more comfortably so nothing was in danger of hurting him and especially his leg. “Ok, gotta go. I’ll see you at school, buddy.”

Zipping up my bag, I cautiously slung it over my shoulder and made my way downstairs. Placing it on a chair at the table, I quickly snatched up some breakfast as my mom warned me again about being late. While I finished eating, I felt a tug on my sleeve and glanced down. A little arm had slid out of my bag, trying to get my attention. It slid back inside once I noticed it, and Mason’s face peered through the gap where his arm had been. He pointed to the table and mimed biting something. “Oh yeah!” I whispered, “I can get you breakfast, one sec.”

While my mom went to put on shoes, I grabbed a bagel off the counter and slipped it into my bag beside him. “All good?” Mason gave me a thumbs up and I zipped everything up again. Nothing too extraordinary happened on the way to school, but I made sure to treat my backpack with a bit more caution than I usually would. With it on my lap, I could feel Mason shifting around inside, still trying to get comfortable. Guiltily I remembered how hastily I put my things inside it. Whenever I get to my locker I’ll have to rearrange it for him.

However, I didn’t realize that during summer school, you don’t get a locker. You just bring your bag right to class — in front of about a dozen people. I had no choice but to leave him there. Class went by agonizingly slowly knowing there was someone else hidden right beside me in my backpack. When lunch came and I headed to the cafeteria, I pretended I’d forgotten something and went back — secretly hoping to check up on the survivor. But of course teachers just have to eat in their room. Defeated, I trudged back down the hall to get lunch. At least I could bring Mason something to eat whenever I returned.

Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea bringing him with me. His presence was only making me more anxious. Thankfully, I managed to wrap up some of the school’s meatloaf — which was really just random meats stuffed suspiciously together — and returned to class. It would probably leave a huge mess in my bag, but at least my secret friend would have something to eat.

Actually, he might not even have that. Mason was gone. The zipper to my bag was open wide when I arrived. I cursed under my breath, carefully rummaging through everything in my backpack. The only sign of him was a partially-eaten bagel and the little empty place he’d constructed for himself. Desperately, I wanted to call out to him, but I could only sit quietly at my desk, glancing accusedly at the people around me. Did someone steal him? Who would’ve gone through my stuff to find him?!

I dreaded it the whole time, but as the end of the school day arrived and the bell rang, I sat at my seat and attentively watched everyone’s bags and hoodies to see if anything could hint at a survivor stashed away inside. Once I became the last in the classroom, I began peering around the floor. “Ritchie, is there something you need help with?” I jumped as the teacher eyed me confusedly from across the room. “I- I think I lost something,” I said numbly, “but I can’t find it.” She let me stay for a bit longer, but eventually even she had to leave, and I was left standing alone in the school.

By then my bus had long left. I was stranded, but not so much as Mason might be, so I kept searching. “Mason!” I whisper-yelled through the empty halls, “Where are you?!” My phone started ringing, making me jump as I slunk around. I glanced at the caller ID and paled. It was my sister. My mother was still at work, but my sister was at home, waiting to see whether I’d come back from school. “Shit! I can’t let her know about Mason! She won’t let him stay with me if she finds out I lost him on the first day!”

Up ahead, I heard the sounds of a custodian in the next hall and quieted my voice. I peeked out from the corner, planning to make a quick dash past the hallway’s opening while he wasn’t looking. He seemed distracted enough, so I angled myself to make a run for it, but froze as a shout echoed down the hall, followed by a loud slam. A survivor scrambled to their feet and ran for the end of the hallway, followed by the custodian with an empty bucket. I watched in horror as Mason was roughly scooped up into it.

With a huff, they walked around to the end of the hallway, and tossed the bucket’s contents outside. Oh thank god, he’s just letting him out. I raced away down a different hallway and out the side door. My side ached by the time I got to the door where Mason had been tossed out of. He was there! He was.. helping someone up? I stopped in my tracks. Mason helped another survivor to their feet. This new survivor was the first to spot me watching them, and upon realizing I was there, he started screaming — dashing away into a nearby bush and tugging Mason along.

“Wait! Mason!” I yelped, rushing forward. The survivor skidded to a halt, letting the other continue hiding. “Ritchie!” I fell to my knees at the sound of the relief in his voice. He ran up to me, scrambling up my bent legs like a ramp before hugging my chest tightly. In that way, I could feel both of our heartbeats pounding in our chests. We sat together like that for a while before my phone rang again, startling us both. Mason stood practically glued to my side as I hesitantly picked up the call.

“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, RITCHIE?! I KNOW YOU TOOK MASON BECAUSE HE’S DEFINITELY NOT HERE!” Oh. “YOU BETTER NOT HAVE GOTTEN HIM KILLED!” “N-No! He’s fine! He’s right here! He wanted to come to school with me!” “He wanted to, or you wanted him to?” she asked. “He wanted to! You can ask him yourself!” “Mhm,” she grumbled disbelievingly.

“Anyway, can you come pick me up? I’m still at school; I missed the bus.” A groan rumbled out of the speaker. “Alright, I’m coming.” The call ended. I breathed a sigh of relief and glanced back down at my survivor friend. “What happened?” I asked Mason, opening my bag and pointing to the empty spot where he’d sat earlier. “Where did you go?” “I was taht yug!” he told me, pointing to the bush where the other survivor was hidden. “Eh saw gnilaets sgniht morf eht moorssalc eht tnemom eht rehcaet deppets yawa, os I-”

Mason stopped, recognizing the growing confusion in my eyes. I didn’t understand him. If only I could just, like, watch a video or something and understand his language. He sighed, also clearly wanting me to understand him as well. Never in my life have I wanted to actually learn something language-related until now. It’s.. kinda the reason I’m in summer school in the first place.

Stepping a little ways in front of me, the survivor motioned for me to follow him. We made our way back to the bushes in the exact opposite way as the day I found him — with him in the lead and me cautiously following. When I neared the bush, the other survivor whimpered something to Mason. I could see him cowering deeper and further away from me. Mason briefly began to speak, then his eyes lit up with an idea. He raced over to the dirt, broke a small stick off the bush, and began to draw.

When he was finished, I slowly peered down at it. The drawing showed a sad little stick figure behind the bars of a cage, then Mason pointed at the other survivor. “Ohhh,” I realized, him nodding along with me. “Eh saw dnuof yb a tnaig dik,” he explained, drawing a larger stick figure with a mean face standing beside it. “Adnik ekil woh uoy dnuof em, tub eht tnaig ohw dnuof mih saw.. a tol esrow.”

I watched as he gently coaxed the other survivor to come out. He stepped up to the very edge of the bush, but stayed beneath it. The little guy looked awful — much more like the wild survivors I’d seen before I met Mason. His eyes were bloodshot and rimmed with purpled bags beneath them, and everywhere on him were the telltale signs of either bruises or starvation. He looked older than us, but I couldn't tell if he was actually older, or if his awful tortured state made him look that way. It was probably both.

“Wh- Who would do this?” I asked quietly. Mason rubbed away parts drawing to show the survivor escaping a backpack. He’d been living in the school since his escape. But today was the first day of summer school. He would’ve had to have just escaped today!

Shocked, I looked to Mason as he stopped drawing. His expression darkened for a moment, then he turned and looked up at me — not with an accusing ‘you might’ve done this to me, too’, but a thankful ‘you might’ve done this to me, too’, only I hadn’t. I’d hurt him by frightening him, but I’d never intended to do anything that would make him look like this new survivor.

With a shaking hand he reached for me, leaning more heavily on his good leg. I gently took his hand and sat him in my other palm. The new survivor physically flinched at our interaction, as if I were touching him instead. I brought Mason to my face and scrutinized him for a moment. “Are you.. thgirla?” I asked, remembering only one of the words I meant to ask him. He pressed a bit closer to my hand, but nodded. If I was so horrified by seeing the poor state of the new survivor that I’d previously grown used to seeing, I could only imagine how Mason must’ve felt finding him — how he must’ve felt when the survivor told him that a ‘giant’ my age in my school had done that to him.

He squeezed my finger as if to say he knew I wouldn’t have done that sort of awful thing, then turned to the other survivor. “Ees? S’eh a yldneirf eno, I raews! Eh nac teg su tuo fo ereh ot erehwemos efas!” “Dna woh gnol evah uoy nwonk mih?” He seemed to have said something either really smart or really scary because his reply quieted Mason for a moment.

“I- I t’nevah nwonk mih gnol, tub I wonk s’eh doog! Sih retsis-” “Won s’ereht a retsis?” “Ehs swonk ruo egaugnal! S’ehs neeb sdneirf htiw a namuh rof sraey! I t’ndid tsurt siht tnaig ta tsrif rehtie, tub ehs detalsnart rof em; eh sdnatsrednu.. emos sgniht tuoba su. Eht tnatropmi sgniht! Dna s’eh gnoig ot nrael erom!”

The two survivors almost sounded like they were arguing, but I think Mason was just trying to explain to the other guy that I wasn’t going to hurt him. Damn, why did ‘I’m not going to hurt you’ have be part of today’s useful phrases to learn instead of yesterday’s? After a back and forth that went on for several minutes. Mason said something decisive. Moments later, the new survivor begrudgingly slid out from beneath the bush.

After some half-arguing, he approached me with his head down as if he were being marched to his doom. I slowly lowered my other hand for him to climb onto. Tucking Mason against my chest — which he didn’t seem to mind — I was able to keep a steady both hands on him to ensure he would have as comfortable a ride as possible. Still, the survivor struggled slightly in my grasp — repositioning himself every few seconds while frightfully glancing back at me.

I made it to the pickup line where Julie’s car was already sitting. A jolt of guilty fear zipped through my chest, but I braced myself for her yelling and headed over. Sacrificing my hand that held the new survivor’s back, I opened the car door. Julie was on the verge of yelling at me, but then she realized the survivor in my hands wasn’t Mason. Then she realized I was carrying two survivors.

“Where did you-?” “Mason found him in school. He said that this guy was caged up by another kid.” Julie gave the new survivor a pitying look — anger rapidly fading from her expression. “By the state of him, I wouldn’t doubt it. Come on, get in.” I deposited both survivors onto the dashboard so I could get my backpack off and my seatbelt on before reaching out and picking them up again. The new survivor struggled in my grip, but Mason slid down to happily sit on my lap. He called up to the guy in my hands and his struggles slowly lessened.

“S’tahw ruoy eman?” Julie asked the survivor in his own language. He turned to her, wide-eyed. “T- Tahw?” he asked. She repeated what she said, nodding to him. “Ym eman.. si Sirhc.” “Sirhc,” she repeated, “Ll’uoy eb efas htiw su, I esimorp. Revetahw deneppah ot uoy erofeb, s’ti revo won.” The survivor stilled in my hand, and stayed fairly quiet for the whole ride back, except for occasional questions he’d ask Mason or Julie. Again I had that sense of not belonging. Everyone in the car had either asked or answered questions throughout the drive, while I sat in silence — only able to guess at what was said.

Back at home, Julie took the new survivor off to the kitchen to get him something healthy to eat and drink. On my way to my room with Mason, she asked me to tell Elenor what was going on. I poked my head into the seemingly empty room across the hall from mine. “Elenor?” The survivor appeared from behind my sister’s bed. “What is it?” she snapped. “Julie wanted me to tell you that we found another survivor. He was in my school escaping from a kid that had caught him.” She sighed, said something under her breath in her own language, then nodded and waved a hand dismissively at me.

In my own room, I finally put Mason back down. He stepped out of my hand to the surface of my desk. I gave him a long look, then sat down tiredly, head resting on my crossed arms. “I want to know what everyone’s saying,” I told him quietly, “But I barely know any words in your language, and I’m even worse at pronouncing them.” Mason came and sat down directly in front of my arms, scrutinizing me with concern. “English,” I tried, pointing to myself, “you?” I pointed to Mason. “Hsilgne,” he replied. “Hs.. ill.. gn-e?” I repeated questioningly. We spent a while repeating the word for his language back and forth, then Mason eagerly grabbed a pencil and tugged a piece of paper closer. In his hands, both items looked massive.

He tried to write something, but kept fumbling with the pencil. “Hold on,” I said, opening a drawer and digging through it. “I put a pencil through a sharpener for a bit too long… Aha!” I pulled out a very used wooden pencil — the tip ground down all the way to the edge of the eraser. It still looked thick around in Mason’s hands, but it was small enough that he could use it much easier. Mason wrote down a word in his language, then pointed to the last letter. Looking up at me, he nodded towards the larger pencil. “You want me to write?” I asked, picking it up. He nodded, made room next to his word on the paper, and pointed to its last letter again.

Confused, but intrigued, I wrote the letter he pointed to: ‘h’. He went down the strange word, pointing to each letter from the end of the word to the beginning. ‘h’, ‘e’, ‘l’, ‘l’, ‘o’. Wait.. what? I looked at the word I wrote then at the one he wrote in his language. “Hello?” I tried. “Olleh!” Mason replied happily, pointing to the papers. “Wow! Ronele t’nsaw gniyl; ti yllaer si sdrawkcab,” he mused to himself.

Excitedly, I wrote a word in my language, then pointed to the last letter. Mason immediately got to work copying it down. Soon we began learning how to properly talk to one another without having to mime everything. Through the paper, he told me what had happened without me at school while I occasionally repeated larger or important words I wanted to commit to memory. I learned that Mason had heard the new survivor — his name was Chris — trying to gather some supplies from the room to try to hole up in the school for a while. He’d escaped whatever awful kid had taken him by breaking out of the plastic lunchbox they’d kept him in — continuing to kick the latch until the cheap plastic snapped open.

When Mason climbed out of my bag and made his way over to him, Chris had thought he was also escaping. However, after learning that he’d befriended a ‘giant’, Chris had begged Mason so vehemently to run away, and tried to convince him that he wasn’t safe, that the teacher in the room nearly found them and they both had to run and hide outside the classroom. From there, Mason had to chase down the other survivor to try to convince him to come with me.

Of course, they both ended up getting lost. After the last bell had rung, Mason feared that I’d left him behind. He’d begun to have second thoughts about chasing Chris when the custodian found them both and kicked them out. I knew the rest of the story from there. “Era uoy thgirla?” I asked him after he’d finished relaying what happened. I’d asked him that before, but I wanted to flaunt my knowledge of his language a bit. Mason nodded happily, flopping down on my crossed forearms.

“Haey, m’I tsuj dalg I tog tuo fo ereht dna kcab ot uoy wohemos. I saw gnitrats ot daerd taht d’I eb gnivil ni eht sehsub niaga…” Despite my efforts to learn, I still couldn’t quite decipher full verbal sentences yet. Instead, I tried to cheer him up by laying my head back down over my arms, jokingly resting it on top of him. He laughed loudly, shoving at my chin. “Yeh! Pleh! M’I gnieb dehsums!” he yelped.

The rest of the day passed more easily. I grudgingly did homework, then went to check up on the other survivor before I got ready for bed. He’d decided to stay with Julie, which.. fair. She can actually understand and speak their language. Apparently, he had a colony of people that he’d been taken from that he wanted to get back to. Julie had promised him she’d take him early the next day after a safe night’s rest, and ONLY if he agreed to take armfuls of supplies with him to his camp.

Laying down roughly in bed, I snickered as I watched Mason get launched a good five inches into the air. I didn’t realize it would do that to him until a split second before I hit the mattress. He shook himself off eagerly and pointed at my Switch laying beside my bed. I shook my head “Worromot. I ev- ah ot peels.” Mason gave me a slightly disappointed look, but nodded, understanding I’d have to get up early again tomorrow. By the time I was finished getting ready for the following day, Mason was tucked away in his tiny bed, fast asleep.

#Don’t worry I’m working on the prequel too #that one’s gonna have a lot more angst to it because… well.. she got hit by a car and lost a limb #kind of a no-brainer lol #hope you enjoyed the continuation!#the boys are besties now :)#g/t #giant/tiny

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aftergloom · 7 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @thegreatwicked! This is my main — @thenightmarketofdathomir is my sideblog (and I usually do these tag games over here.)

1. How many works do you have on AO3? Twenty one. Have deleted as many in as many years, probably.

2. What's your total A03 word count? 740,975. I had this horrified moment as I was tallying… what if my current WIP (not live) has a bigger total than everything else that’s up as of today? (It’s not. I’m not sure if I’m relieved because this thing is shaping up to be a trilogy.)

3. What fandoms do you write for? Stah Wahs

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? Kudos in ratio to chapter, orrrr just the volume? Some of them are shit and I pretend they don’t exist anymore so I’m not going to list them. They’re like bad dreams. That shit never happened I don’t care if it took 38 chapters. And I’m not counting the Nightmarket because it’s a hundred and eighty one-shots lumped together.

Somebody's gonna have a bad time by nxctuary (Opress Bros x Reader)

Drown Me in You by nxctuary (Mermaid!Maul x Reader)

The myriad applications and multiple uses for a Corellian HWY-280 class fresher. Article 342: One locking door. by nxctuary (Feral x Reader)

The Collector by nxctuary (Maul x Reader)

The Ritual by nxctuary (Maul x Reader)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Depends on a couple of things that aren’t always consistent, and often if I don’t reply it’s because the comment broke me. (I often will reply, but I’m like a cryptid — expect me to pop-up without warning six months after you’ve left a note.) It’s often someone saying something nice, my inner self-hatred seeing it and going, “LIAR!” And then taking six months to convince myself that I just can’t take a compliment when negotiating my own imposter syndrome.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Ah that’s… hm. I don’t think I’ve killed anyone lately.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Everyone gets a happy ending. Even if it’s a little twisted. I like horror endings, you know? The kind that, on the surface, appear as if everything’s actually going to work out for the better but there’s a single drop of darkness left on the page that implies everything can be lost at a moment’s notice.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Narp.

9. Do you write smut? Yarp.

10. Do you write crossovers? Just once. Let’s not talk about it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Better not have. I’ve had multiple pieces plagiarized partially, though. In really hilarious ways (to me, at least) because there’s nothing like borrowing a turn of phrase said to you IRL (while you were sleeping with the person who said it), giving those words to Maul as he speaks them to the Reader character, then finding someone else pulled out several lines of the same dialogue to use in their fic without permission. Maybe don’t do that. You don’t know where this stuff comes from, and you definitely don’t know what I was working through when I wrote it. Awkward.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not that I remember. (Maybe once in X-Men? I've had work turned into podfic, though.)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Feral and Kai? Do OCs count?

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Nothing is ever finished even if it’s finished. I don’t understand the question. /j

16. What are your writing strengths? I show up every day and I do the work. Even when it sucks and when I hate it. I do the work.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? If I don’t have a clear overview of how a scene is going to play out (or especially the layers of an argument between the characters — what they’re saying VS what they really mean, what they’re withholding, what the reader knows but they don’t, etc) I will spin my wheels and fill up a page with setting description to avoid making a bulleted list of what’s actually happening so I can get to the point. Then edit it twelve times later like hacking away at a hunk of marble trying to get to the good bits.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Doesn’t bother me. There are circumstances where the jist of the conversation carries regardless, and if not, I’m assuming the writer’s offering a translation either in-text or as a citation. I mean, if you want to get granular about it, then start asking does doing that serve the story and what does it add, or does it detract, but that’s a situational thing and I think you need to experiment a bit to learn what works in context.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Harry Potter. Draco/Harry. I was baby.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? Archangel (unreleased). Heartsong (unreleased). Crown of Motherfucking Horns (current WIP). CoH my heart. CoH beloved. CoH my baby.

Tagging (no pressure): @herbalinz-of-yesteryear @grinningnexu @sinisterexaggerator @inquisitorius-sin-bin @umber-cinders @graaaaceeliz @not0a0mundane and anyone else who wants to play :)

#tag game #on writing #Darth Maul x Reader #Feral Opress x Reader #Savage Opress x Reader #Opress Bros x Reader #that polyfic follows me to this day istg #Maul x Reader #Maul x You #Feral Opress x You #Savage Opress x You

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acerathia · 7 months

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Trick or Treat? TRICK!

@solerate viccccccc, here u go, elf kakashi hueheheh, also, i did almost mention the size difference bc u r small hehehehe

You're desperately looking for a travel companion, and it seems like you've just found one.

wc: 1.0k

cw/tags: elf kakashi, mention of fantasy racism, reader literally just picks him up bro like a wet kitten, fantasy setting,

Since forever, you have always wanted to go on a big adventure, to travel through the world and to discover new foods and games. And no matter how much time passed, this dream did not change, rather it became more developed, more thoroughly planned. The only thing you still need is a partner, someone to travel with, to build trust and a relationship with, because there’s nothing better than to share your joy with another person. Even if you have no idea where to get someone willing to travel around without a proper goal, and how to convince anyone to just start wandering around with you. But you decided to try nonetheless, so you tried asking around, asking the people you know if they might know someone willing. But nobody ever had the slightest idea about anyone. They only suggested you ask the guild, but you don’t want to do that, you don’t want to spend money for such a measly thing, and you wanted someone who really wanted to be there to be at your side.

So, with no other option, you make your way into the closest pub, hoping to finally meet someone open to your idea. If this doesn’t work, well, you would need to think of something new.

With a sigh, you take a seat and let your eyes travel amongst the masses, trying to discover someone sitting all alone, just like you. Only it’s a bit different, isn’t it?

Finally, you spot a hooded person sitting all alone in the corner of this place, and you immediately know why: from that spot every possible exit is visible, and you cannot be surprised from behind. But you shrug, you have no malice, so why try to sneak up on them in the first place?

After a couple of steps you stop in front of the table, leaning forward to press your palms against the table. “Hello there, mind me joining you?” you ask, and still sit down without waiting for a response.

But he doesn’t seem to actually mind, as he barely reacts, aside from shifting his focus towards you, and you’re able to discern a dark eye, while the other is hidden by a patch. Half of his face is hidden behind the shadow of a cloth. He seems to have seen quite a bit, but what can you say, more experience is better for your endeavors, supposing he does join you.

“So, you’re alone, I’m alone, let’s make a deal,” you almost wince when you realize the possible implications, so you make haste to continue explaining your plans for the near future. “You see, I plan on being a traveler, but I still need a companion. What do you say? Me and you, going on the adventure of the century, wouldn’t that be amazing?”

A sigh as he leans back, his gaze hovering all over you, probably calculating whatever worth or trust you might have, so you smile, while also trying your best to not look like you can’t do anything on your own.

*Fine. Meet me tomorrow at the backdoor.” With these words he just stands up and exits the building, leaving you all alone to process what just happened.

And once you do, you can’t help but let out a celebratory ‘yes’. You did it, you managed to find someone to join you for the biggest adventure of your life, the only and first adventure of your life, but hey, aim high to get the best results, or something.

You hurry back home to finish the last preparation for the next day, barely able to fall back asleep after it, the nerves making your body feel too jittery. Yet you manage to finally take a bit of rest.

The next day, you make your way back to the pub and go around it, heading for the backdoor he had mentioned yesterday. To your surprise he’s already waiting there, leaning against the wall with the hood low on his head. And the closer you walk to him, the more you realize how well built he is, even with the cloak hiding the definitions of his body, his broad shoulders tell you more than enough. Still, you’re not intimidated, rather this makes you more excited as his experience will definitely help you in the long run.

You walk up to him and greet him with a good morning. He returns the greeting with a more causal one, before he decides to speak up again.

“I wanted to clarify something first before we actually head out…” he explains before pulling down his hood, revealing strands of pure silver, almost like the moon had given him this glow as a present. Silver hair, something common within the volk of the elves, and then your eyes snap to his ears, to his pointed ears, poking out of the strands of hair.

With this, you realize why he had been alone, and why he revealed this to you just now. Some people have some sort of twisted prejudice against elves, one you just don’t understand, even if you never had met a real elf before. That doesn’t change your opinion one bit. He trusted you with this knowledge, and you won’t break his trust. So, you do what you always do.

“Oh, I love your hair. I don’t see a problem. Rather I’m excited to finally start, come on!” you grab his hand and start dragging him along, grinning widely at the prospect of exploration.

His fingers clutch a little tighter at yours and if you had turned around you might’ve seen a smile twinkle in his eyes, even if his face remains hidden for a little while longer.

This is the beginning of your journey, one filled with joy, excitement, a blooming trust, and most importantly, more than just being companions, maybe even more than friends. And maybe this adventure won’t be the greatest of the century, but it is the greatest one to you, one you will never forget.

#ru's trick or treat #kakashi x reader

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huijunsgem · 1 year

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summer things with mcnd

pairing: mcnd x reader

synopsis: mcnd’s fave summer thing to do with u

authors note: hi hi i’m back !! i have a few ideas i’m working on but feel free to leave your requests !! also i’m debating on making a tag list, lmk if you’re interested <3

seongjun- amusement park

ok so it’s no surprise that seongjun loves roller coasters

literally anytime mcnd are in like a 20 mile radius of one

bros bouncing off the walls

like genuinely so excited

so when you said you wanted to go to one

bro was there

ready to go

anyways when you two get to whatever amusement park you go to

he’s so excited

he seems like the type to hold your hand so that he doesn’t loose you </3

he’d def want to do everything with you

you gotta be careful tho

especially if you’re someone who zones out easily

bc if you look at something for too long

bro will either take you there or get it for you

like if you’re looking off to the side

but there’s cotton candy there

he won’t hesitate to go and buy you some

i also feel like hes the type to try and win something for you

like those silly carnival games where you have to get the rings around the bottles

or shoot at a target

he’s also said he’s very competitive

so i can see him not leaving until he wins you something

but the look on your face when the worker hands you the stuffed animal makes it all worth it

as for the actual rides

seongjun has said he not afraid even the crazy ones

so as long as your comfortable with it, you two would ride basically any ride there

on the crazy scary ones he would hold your hand as you’re death gripping the cart scared for your life

bro would probs giggle at you too

he would also drag you onto the little kid rides

giggling as the two of you just have fun

when you two leave it’s pretty late

seongjun would refuse to let you carry your stuff as well

if one of you two drove you guys, he would offer to drive so that you could rest

but if you two were driven or took a bus

he would sit next to you

and let you rest your head on his shoulder

seungmin - going to a zoo

so like stick with me right

i feel like seungmin and you

would have the best day at the zoo

like seungmin would def grab one of those maps they give you at the entrance

even though you say you two don’t need it

and so you two are off

walking from animal to animal

i feel like seungmin would imitate them for you

just to see you laugh

bc he loves your laugh so much

he would also buy one of those stuff animals at the gift shop for you

he wanted to get you something cool

so when you told him you wanted a raccoon he was like

“you fr?”

but when you told him you wanted a raccoon bc it reminded you of him

and it would be a way to remember him when he’s on tour

bro was ready to buy every raccoon plushy the store had

as you two continue on with your day

you walk into the aquarium area

and yk that look that seungmin gets in his eyes

where his eyes are like sparkling

he gets like that looking at the fish

and you watch as his head follows one fish

only to start following another when he sees a prettier one

and when a shark comes up he grabs your hand

not because he’s scared

obviously why would he be scared

but because he’s worried your scared

*hes definitely scared*

but once you leave the zoo, you two are still holding hands </3

minjae - skate parks

ok so hear me out

idk where i got this idea

but i’m obsessed

just imagine right

minjaes been wanting to take you skateboarding with him

but you’ve never learned (if you can actually skate board i’m jealous)

anyways

so one day you’re just minding your business

just chilling in your house/apartment

when all of a sudden

there’s aggressive banging on your door

convinced someone’s trying to break in and rob you, you debate going to the door

but when you look through the little peephole

it’s just minjae

so you open up the door and ask him tf he was doing

and minjae has the audacity

the absolute audacity to just giggle

you eventually ask him if he wants to come in

but bros like “nah you’re coming with me”

and because it’s minjae and you trust him you don’t ask questions

big mistake

the two of you end up at the skate park

and he’s all “suprise”

at first you tell him you’ll just watch him

but eventually he asks you if you want to go

and so now you have to tell him you don’t know how to skateboard

bro doesn’t even care tbh

he’s just starts teaching you

like just imagine him helping you

by like holding your waist so that you don’t fall off

eventually you think you get the hang of it

so minjae let’s you go

and you’re doing great

until you run into a rock

and fully face plant onto the cement

minjae rushes over to you

acting like you just got hit by a car

even though you’re fine and just barely skinned your elbow and knees

but minjae doesn’t care about the severity

he carries you all the way back to either your place or his

depending on which is closer

despite you’re protests saying your fine

once you get back he’d set you down before helping you with your wounds

he’d be so gentle, like he’s afraid he might break you

even though it’s literally stopped bleeding at this point

once he’s done he’d make you and him something to eat

don’t offer helping because he’ll say no since you’re “injured”

once hes done cooking, you two would enjoy each others company

watching whichever anime hes currently on

huijun - bike rides and park dates

stop ok this would be so cute

like imagine huijun coming to pick you up

and he’s got like that cute little smile

yk the one where he’s like ᵔ ▿ ᵔ

and like he has flowers for you

and you made a cute little picnic

NO WAIT

you guys made it together yesterday

omg like those aesthetic whipped cream sandwiches and cute little desserts and some fun fruit

and everything’s cut like flowers or hearts

and while you’re making it huijun

mr “pro chef”

gets bored and starts a mini food fight

it starts with him putting a little bit of whipped cream on your nose

and when you look at him like

“what just happened”

he can’t help but laugh at how cute you are

and so that starts a food fight

flour, whipped cream, and other ingredients are everywhere in the kitchen

you and huijun both covered in flour

but it’s ok

bc you two had fun

anyways back to the main point

so huijun stops by your house

and since it’s such a beautiful day outside instead of driving

you two take your bikes

it’s only a few miles away

he always made sure he was biking on the side closest to the cars

and to keep right next to you

so that way he could talk with you

and just make sure you’re ok

and when you get there you two lay down a blanket under a tree

and just eat, talk a little, be cute

he’s definitely the type to prefer to listen then talk

i also feel like he’d def tease you

maybe make you do aegyo for a strawberry

or tickle you when you took the last macaron

stop you two are too cute

and then after eating because it was so filling

you two decide to take a nap

and it’s just so peaceful and calm and cute

omg i love you two

junhyuk - late night convenience store runs

this is the exact opposite of huijun

instead of the cute calm date

bros causing havoc at 1 am on the way to the convenience store

it all started bc you went over to his place to play some video games

you were only supposed to be there until 9

and at 11 you said one more round and then im going home

but yet there you were at 1 am

wearing one of his hoodies to be more comfy

the only light coming from the screen infront of you two

it was also deadly quiet as the rest of the boys went to sleep

telling the two of you that you better not be up extremely late

after the round finished junhyuk got up and walked into the kitchen

you heard a dramatic sigh from him as he realized they didn’t have any good snacks

so junhyuk being ever the gentleman

is now dragging you down the street to the nearest 24 hour convenience store

junhyuks holding your hand, rambling about anything and everything

from the last show he watched, to a cat that just ran by to the song he’s working on

you’re just listening

a little too tired to fully process what he’s saying

when you get to the store he passes you a basket and starts stalking up

grabbing anything that catches his eye

he even grabbed some things he knew you would like

bc he loves you <33

walking home, junhyuk refused to let you carry anything

and when you protest he says

“fine you can carry this”

and gives you his hand

right before you make it back

junhyuk stops dead in his tracks

staring into the darkness before asking you

well more like telling

that there’s a playground and the two of you are going

and so you and junhyuk spend a few minutes at the playground before heading back and falling asleep

completely forgetting about all of the snacks you just spent the last hour going to get

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