#but it does mean i act the fool a lot it's okay put up with it

[hauntedpearl]

sorry m such a flaky friend in sorryyy

#girl go to therapy. like i am tho!! it doesn't help me that much. I'm just telling the therapist what's y wrong with me and she goes yep #i mean yeah she helps in other ways but yk it's like sloooow progress #I'm okay with it too #but it does mean i act the fool a lot it's okay put up with it #anyway shout out to the casgirlies' server i am sooo sorry i disappeared mt brain said no friends in july and ive jist been like thst since #hope you're having s good time my dudes. guy raising beer dot jpeg #many things wrong with me . sometimes.im like. they should lock you in a cage. and neverblet you back into society #and like i would commit myself to an institution if i had the money fr like i am not joking #like one of the good fancy ones yk. ot I'd put myself in an old age home #yes i am 26 shhhh #but idk im sooo tired of everything. snd I don't think anyone even likes me that much tbh wyou and i think they're right not to #like.imnTERRIBLE #but okay #it's okay it's whatever man life is stupif sometimes

[ikkosu]

IKKO, very very important question 🫡💚. How would Pharma act if both him and maybe Tarn or prowl (your choice🫶) were after one persons affection

RAGGHH 🛐🛐🛐 MORNING COMPY!!! :D ❤️❤️❤️❤️🫂🫂

Important question indeed. And of the highest order too 😺☝️ long ramble below because I love those two to bits !!

I wasn't sure if you meant love triangle or individually 😭

Prowl wouldn't act on his affections. He'd hide it at first. And would would battle a long churning conflict between his logical side and his feelings — over countless cubes of engex Ratchet would diagnose him dead after

Mister-cold-to-the-bones-I'd-rather-die-than-ever-smile would definitely manipulate your surroundings to get him closer to you.

He'll move your schedule around, your seat placement (no harm in a little thigh touching, eh?) Maybe even discussing with Optimus about your 'work ethics' so he can flunk out your current superior to take his place. Yeah, sure. Totally because they were under performing. Totally.

He knows you yap alot, ranting about things in general so he purposely dawdles by until you notice him and just,,run your mouth

He pretends he's grumbling, saying it's wasitng his time but he's literally recording EVERYTHING you say so he can recharge to it at night (poor little pookie has nightmares, :( doesn't have anyone to coax him)

And you're always so surprised when he remembers an obscure fact about you,,,like sir,,,that's,,,a little 😅 um

but still you chalk it up to him being the strategic officer in charge of information, so not surprised that he knows

Despite his blatant attitude to you, you really don't fucking know what's his problem. Does he hate you? Does he think you're that bad at your job hes finally taking reign over your responsibilities?

So, confusing. He's like,,,got this stare that borders between his usual scowl and a squint.

And while you think you're about to get demoted, it usually means he's saving a picture of you in his processors. 😭😭 And a little note for it too (new shirt today, very nice.)

He's the type to be so stoned up and cold when he's approaching you, but the moment you smile at him (while imperceptible to you) Internally he feels like hauling himself off a bridge

Why do you exist, if not to make a fool out of him?!???2!#(

Pathetic pining. 100 percent

Doctor pharma on the other hand,,,,just invades your boundaries

🤨he's lucky he's naturally charming, you're not even suspecting why he's suddenly more interested in your wound stitching skills.

He's got his servos on you and guiding you through it and shit, whispering into your ear : "good little pet" for following his instructions to a t. He's obvious about his affections but not so vocal because while he recognizes hes caught some feelings for you there's no way he's going to be the one admitting it

So he showers you with gifts, flowers, and chocolates, waiting for the day you're going to realize what it all means.

Nope. You don't. Because a) you either think he's messing with you, ratchet did say he's kind of a flirt to everyone b) pharma being pharma c) asking you to cover another late night shift, which coincidentally, gets you stuck with him

Like prowl, since he's your superior, there's going to be a lot of schedule tampering and unlike Prowl he gets jealous, very easily.

(Prowl does get jealous. Nobody really likes him and he thinks you're obv going to like someone that's wayyy more genial and warmer than what he is. But he keeps it to himself because at least you're interacting with him)

Pharma gets,,, obvious about his jealousy in a very passive aggressive way which sometimes gives way to physical confrontations (pulling you away by your waist, getting in between you and the meh you're talking with, shooting daggers at the person who so much as to praise you)

Messy, messy doctor.

Oughhh so much things to add. Okay but more wholesomely, theyre both the type to put a blanket over you wen you're asleep at your desk, or giving you a drink when you're tired. Basically the tiny acts of kindness that's makes me go oughhh 🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭

#FEEL FREE TO ADD MORE TO THISS #transformers #maccadam #transformers x reader #transformers idw #ikkoasks #idw prowl #prowl x reader #pharma #idw pharma #pharma x reader #moots

[austinsastrology8991]

> NUMEROLOGY THEORY < get mad

This is easily my most controversial post. but if you want to watch me spit in numerology face, then please read away

Alright i love my numerology. But i think its complete bullshit. Ive read so many sites and intepretations but they just say the same shit everytime, but when they explain themselves im like wtf that barely makes sense - for example life path 3 is jupiter, and it means; creativity, communication, inspiration. And i guess it makes enough sense to not question it. but i question everything, and i think we can do better than that >And thats where i come innnnn >>> 1 sun : MERCURY - Mercury is the first planet of our solar system, the sun aint a planet it just bright - all life path 1's dont act sunny at all, they act smart and calculated and they are 'independent' but the concept of the sun is not independent - the sun loves to share - mercury is independent, because to have an opinion requires an independent thought from others perspectives. - 'goal orientated' - so we all just don't care about our goals? bull shit fuck that, sounds like a mercury thing to only care about ur own opinion anyway - the sun likes to share and be the 'star' 1 energy don't it focused (like mercury) 2 moon : VENUS - the moon is not about the other (2 people) moon is technically a selfish energy, its about how you feel (yes people make you feel s type of way, but if you lonely, you gonna feel like shit anyway) venus is more appropriate planet for 2, becasuse 2 people requires diplomacy snd sharing, not the moon, the moon acts as a reflection, but it is not diplomatic, its selfish (but adorable) it takes 2 people to love and thats what venus all about, thasts why 2 should be venus (not 6 i'll get into dat) but this one should be pretty straightforward 3 Jupiter : EARTH - Jupiter is abundance and it could be 3 but theres a better answer for jupiter (coming up) 3 is earth because 3 is the holy trinity, god clearly loves earth the most, so its 3 okay, and everyone likes 3 (apparently) 3 is creative - there is no planet more colourful than earth - 3 is communicstion (everything on earth makes a lot of noise) and its inspiring - everywhere you look theres something inspirational on earth - you cant say that about any other planet - the rest of them just got a surface i guess 4 Uranus : Mars - whoever made up 4 as uranus imma slap the shit outta. 4 is a stable number (4 corners to mske s house) 4 is stability -4 is the emperor in tarot - uranus is nothing like that uranus is a crazy as fuck boiiiiiii. mars is far more appropriate, mars wants something it gets it (like emperor, in tarot) also a square is a 4, and thst mskes sense for mars because he all about conflict and competition. also they practical and sensible, and if your as bold as mars, your dsmn right you better be pracitcal or your gonna look like a fool and mars dont want thst.

5 Mercury : Jupiter - i understand 5 is about adventure and exploring, but its so much more fitting for it to be jupiter than fkn mercury. you see how dumb this shit is now??? look at the bigger picturre yall; numerologists didnt study the planets and it shows. 'change and progress' thats jupiters schtick, well hell its a little uranusy but mercury is a stretch. also everyone likes jupiter snd thsts why he 5 - he in the middle because everyone like him 6 Venus : Saturn - now ik your thinking saturn is karma and karma is infinite so it should be 8. well no your wrong, karma is not infinite. its however much you do you get back > think about how you draw the number 6 - you write a line (you do something) and it comes right back at ya (the cirlce bit). its also the lovers because saturn got a ring and everyone wanna find their special person to put a ring on > also saturn loves you, but he loves smacking you too. just like someone who loves you 7 Neptune : Uranus - ok this one does make some sense... because its about solitude and introspection... but anyway it took god 7 days to make the world - and the creation of the world changed the game you could say (like uranus is about change) - it also makes sense for uranus, because to change the world, you gotta observe it not be apart of it (to understand how it works) but you know what neptune does make sense here, so i get where they coming from

8 saturn : Neptune - wanna know what actually infinite? your spirit, spirituality, GOD IS INFINiTE - not yo karma - jesus fkn christ lawd save us and please forgive me for saying yo name in vain as many times as i do but WAT DA FUCK HAPPENED - Ik its associated with being a boss or a leader but to me its about achieving yo dreams, the real boss is someone like 6 or 4 (saturn - mars) and ik you thkink 6 is about love - but yall got no clue how much strength and fortitude it takes to love and it shows, thsts why saturn slaps you in the face as often as he be do > A leader must be in tune with god or they gonna get cancelled and not be givin leadership (dont forget who in charge you little shit)

9 Mars : Pluto - "embarking on a lifelong quest to quench an insatiable thirst for growth and new experiences" um okay - so how tf is that mars? mars is thirsty, but he dont care about growth he just wants some pussy. BUt pluto... now that makes more sense. Pluto wants the truth no mstter the price, and our life path 9's are on a infinite journey of digging and digging and thats what pluto do. pluto will literally put himself in jail just to see whst it feels like, mars will just fight everything, to attain his goals. pluto willl let you punch him to see how hard you punch. Stay dumb - yes i made this up - just as the old numerologists made it up - you dont have to believe me, thats why i dont believe in you.

I also believe if god is real, why wouldn't it be simple? why not correlate each number (and there only 9 numbers - excluding 0) why would it not be in the order god intended it to be?

#numerology #astro community #astrology blog #astro theory

[atinylittlepain]

June - Epilogue

Joel Miller x f!oc

series masterlist

warnings | 18+ dark themes surrounding suicidal ideation and attempt, angst, but also a whole lot of love to be had

a/n | here we are. this story means a great deal to me, and all I can say is thank you to the people who have held it with so much care. I would love to hear your final thoughts on it, but in the meantime, thank you so much walking through this story with me.

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And I was strong, strong in the sun

I thought I'd see when day was done

Now I'm weaker than the palest blue

Oh, so weak in this need for you

Place to be - Nick Drake

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“Warm enough?”

“Not really.” “Come here.” 

“The sun feels good though.” “Yeah, it does.” Everything is starting to thaw. The ground growing damp and dark with the melting snow, mud that sticks and slicks at boots. The beginning of green. 

“There’s a few shutters down on the side of the house.”

“Hmm.”

“Will you help me with them?”

“Of course.” Eyes squinted up in the early sun, sitting on the back porch step, a close shiver between them. Not quite warm enough, but happy to be seeking out the suggestion of spring. He almost doesn’t want to get up. Her cheek settled against his shoulder, empty mugs still lingering warm in their hands.

“Let’s get to it then.”

Maybe it’s silly. Putting pieces of a house back together at the end of the world. But it feels good, a simple, steadying act. Peeling off their jackets somewhere in the midst of nailing shutters back in place and breaking down fallen branches. Noses running with the lingering chill, muscle and bone loosening in the sun. Hands moving easy with the tasks, together.

“Do you think you can get it?”

“If you give me a leg up.” His hands on her hips holding her steady, taking a knee so she can step up onto his thigh. A stretch to snap another shutter back into place, a satisfied sigh as she stumbles down from her perch. How easy, how normal, still holding her hips and smiling.

“Is that the last one?”

“I think so.”

“Hmm.”

“What?”

“Nothing, it looks better is all.” 

“Yeah, it does.” 

“Inside could use some help.”

“You think so?” “Hmm.” 

Windows open with a yawn, fresh air and the stir of dust. They work through the day wiping down baseboards, scrubbing up the kitchen and bathrooms, sweeping out the dormant remains of time passed. It’s the end of the world and they have shutters on the windows and smooth, shined floors and a clean kitchen. And it’s just warm enough to sit on the porch in a t-shirt and jeans as the sun starts to slip in the sky, pink-bellied clouds turning the light hazy and sweet.

“Feels good.”

“Yeah, it does.” She’s here with him, no question. Her palm steady on his thigh, eyes up over the mountains. But she’s been quiet, intent on the tasks, slipping somewhere else in between blinks.

“Good?”

“Hmm.”

“June.”

“What?” A snap, just a little one. Too much, back off or I will show you more of my snarl.

“Nothing.” A quick fall of her brow that smooths out steeled. Something slipping behind her eyes. 

“I’m going for a walk.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll be back.” You’re not coming with me. 

“Okay.” He feels like a fool, craning his neck to catch the last sight of her slipping down the block. This is normal. Normal is space. Normal is open hands. He can do normal too. He doesn’t have to wait, watch for her, a mechanical man that only winds up for one. He can pump blood without her palm on his chest. He can go to the bar and order a drink and grumble a greeting to his brother’s hand on his shoulder.

“He emerges.”

“Brother.” 

“Where’s June?” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Nothing. Just, wherever she is, so are you. At least usually.” 

“Hmm.” She’s never far.

“I was thinking about her the other day.”

“You were?”

“Was around this time last year that we brought her in.” It’s a strange way to say it. Not that she came here. Not that she wanted to be here. Brought in. Scooped up by the scruff, kicking and screaming. His woman and the cage she has learned to live in.

“I didn’t know that.” A long pull from his drink, hiding his grimace behind the sting.

“She still doing better?”

“She is.”

“That’s good, Joel.” 

…

Playing a game of chicken with himself in the bathroom mirror, catching her in fragmented glances. Letting his body settle with hers, warmth that she will only give to him. He keeps trying to piece together the right way to ask it. All of it feeling too harsh, too obvious in his throat until it bubbles out, blatant and blunt.

“I was somewhere up in the mountains. One of the patrols found me, I guess.”

“Did you want to?”

“No.”

“Were you going to?”

“It was the closest I ever got to it, besides when you.” A fragment of a memory that hangs between them in the dark. Quiet breaths and the shift of sheets.

“He wasn’t there to need me to be there.” Impulse, instinct, his arm curling around her to coax her into him. She lets him.

“I wasn’t sad, not anymore. Not even angry. Just ready.” 

“I understand.” Her palm on his chest and the light pulse of her fingertips. Beat like this, pump like this. Like this, like this, like this. 

“I know you do.”

“It scares me, June.” “What scares you?”

“You know what.”

“It scares me too, Joel.” 

“But it’s okay.”

“Yeah, it is.” 

Her fingers running along the arc of it, muscle memory he leans into.

“Yours is a lot older than mine.”

“It is.”

“Can I ask when?”

“When everything else did.”

“She was gone.”

“Yes, she was gone.” Her palm on his chest. I know where you carry this because I do too.

“It never gets easier.”

“No, it doesn’t.” 

…

He isn’t a vain man. But still, even he can appreciate how arresting it is. Skin knitted back together in a silvery gnarl, an obvious divet in his shoulder facing the mirror head on. Grotesque and gruesome.

“Stop looking at it.”

“I’m not looking at it.”

“Hmm.” It doesn’t hurt anymore when she brushes her fingers over it, something else settling beneath his skin as she presses her lips against that ugly tangle.

“Stop looking at it.”

“Fine.”

“And sit down.”

“A bit pushy.” “Do you want me to or not?” Crooked and crinkled, her bite tempered by her grin. The razor is back in the medicine cabinet, a careful dance to return everything to its right place before she noticed. He knows he will have to do it again. He is ready to have to do it again.

Her hands so steady like this, the focused pull of her brow as she tilts his chin this way and that by the hook of her knuckles.

“You were always good at this.”

“Hmm.” His hands on her hips, eyes following the steady weight of her gaze as she works.

“I would do it for him. When he got older. When we’d find a chance to.” 

“He was lucky to have you, June.” Stuttered stop, a catch in her chest and he regrets the words instantly. Though she tucks it away, hands continuing their sweeping work, so gentle he could sigh if she didn’t need him still, still, still.

It isn’t until the razor is in the sink and she’s wiping off her hands that her shoulders start to shake. A careful curl of his fingers at her hip, hooking in the loop of her jeans to tug her close, close, close as she unravels.

“I know, June.” I do too. 

A tentative furling, coaxing the back of one knee up, then the other, settling her in his lap, his palms wide across her back, holding every sob for her. 

Her grief, a growling, aching, empty thing. Reminders that come in startling pangs.

His grief, a sighing, beating, tired thing. He holds it out for her to see. I am so very like you.

Faces tucked into necks like secrets. Two bodies curled around each other in a precarious perch on the closed toilet seat. And the quiet shake of a loss understood and shared. I will hold yours and you will hold mine and maybe it will be okay.

…

The gardens are open again. Things are growing again. And he no longer listens for the groan of the gate. Waiting on the porch in the warmth of the falling sun for her to appear around the corner of the street. She comes home to him with a basket in her hand. Bursting red beneath green skirts, nestled down between a blush of bell peppers. 

“You hungry?” She asks it with a squint and a smile, one foot on the porch step.

“I am.” 

Hip to hip, the easy thump of chopping and the pan sizzling good and full. And when dinner is done and the sun’s belly is only just brushing the mountains he slices the strawberries into slivers, how Sarah liked them. And a slip of honey where he would have sprinkled sugar, how Sarah liked them.

They sit on the steps of the back porch, shoulders brushing, passing the bowl back and forth, fingers staining sticky and bright with it. Lips smacking up the sweetness, every last lick, every last sigh. And when there’s nothing left they lap up what remains on the pads of each other’s fingers, throats thrumming in this shared pleasure.

“Can I see yours?” Almost a year shown in the silver of her skin. He presses his mouth to it, open and insistent. And the slip of her fingers in his hair pulls him away so she can see his too. Lips to temple, holding him there before a languid drag down to his mouth. Sweet, sweet, sweet. 

“I do. You know that, don’t you?”

“I know. I do too, Joel.”

“So much.”

“So much.”

…

Socked feet hooked around his ankles. He doesn’t think he could sleep without it now. Turned toward each other, breathing each other close. There are crickets singing outside in the heavy blue night and two bodies seek each other out in the close quiet of their bedroom.

“Ellie and Dina are coming on Friday.” “Okay.”

“Ellie said she’s cooking something.” “Great.”

“Joel.”

“What? I said it’s great.”

“Hmm.” The curl of her smile, slanted in wavering strips of light. He curves his own around hers. Easy, easy, easy.

“Good day?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Yeah.” He doesn’t want to, but he needs to.

“You’ll tell me when it isn’t, right?” He knows the words to ask now. 

“I will.” 

“Warm enough?”

“I am.”

“Goodnight, June.”

“Goodnight, Joel.”

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[the-minecraft-bat]

unhinged word vomit incoming read at your own risk

my "true" scarian interpretation at the moment is that they were never truly healthy but they weren't always toxic. grian is the issue haver and with or without meaning to he hurts scar a lot. they get together in 3rd life after dancing around each other for ages and there's problems in the relationship but they're generally going in a good direction. it's just that they're stuck in third life lol. the cactus ring fight traumatises them both, so after third life they break up without really talking about it and that's where everything gets worse. in last life they were not okay. double life grian is an abusive soulmate. cheating and putting down scar's skills and interests. i think that by secret life, they're doing better, but they still haven't had a real conversation. there's these lingering feelings of love and resentment. they were almost going to team up but i don't think they would've been ready. grian wanted to but he still acted like scar was somehow his last option, even though they work well together. grian constantly acts like scar is a liability and tries to protect him, even though scar is just as good a player as him. there's truth to it in 3rd life. i will give it to him that grian is the one who builds their base and the creeper farm and makes all their plans. scar even says it in his iconic line "for everything you did to keep me alive this long.." but the truth is more complicated. grian doesn't see the value in scar's social power. all he sees is scar dying and being on his red life and he instead of taking it seriously he's running around with a bee? why won't he listen to grian, grian knows how to keep them safe! ironically grian causes a lot of scar's deaths throughout the series, but it think the guilt about this only worsens this feeling of responsibility. this way of thinking is a pattern for grian. he refuses to change his perception of scar from here. which is why in double life he barely communicates with him and does not take anything scar does seriously. double life scarian is the direct result and worse version of third life scarian. this next thing is more fanon but i think they view what happened in third life differently. i imagine scar idealises it as this loving relationship against all odds whereas grian remembers it as a horror story where the man he loved kept dying. the truth is somewhere in the middle. they have these opposing views in different areas as well. scar loves being in love with grian. grian finds romance stressful and wishes he could get rid of these feelings (mentally he's drawing hearts around scar in pink glitter gellpen). i think it's canon that grian takes the life series and especially winning more seriously than scar. it's so interesting that scar won secret life though. grian's view of scar as this fool who needs his help to survive is proven untrue. if there's a next life series he can't constantly put scar down for being bad at surviving without clearly being wrong about it (though i imagine he could still find a way to talk himself into believing he's right). idk they're soooo interesting i hope they keep killing each other forever. i hope they talk it out and get married and divorced and married. above all i want scar to kill grian for once i think it would be cathartic

#sorry #scarian #shipping #the bat talks #trafficshipping

[karrigothoez]

look into his angel eyes - billy hargrove

summary: you're always at an argument with your friends about the hometown hit, billy hargrove. you're always telling them how much of a heart-breaker he is, which they always disagree to. one day when you run into to him, you end up talking and you're quickly head-over-heals for the boy.

i'm not a big hargrove or harrington person but if you have a request please suggest :)

“you wanna be banned for life lard ass?” the kid quickly shakes his head no with fear clearly shown in his face.

“didn't think so.” billy says as he blows his whistle as everyone resumes to what they were doing before hand. he makes his way to the lifeguard bench mumbling to the ladies sitting on the sidelines.

“god he's so dreamy.” tina said. you roll your eyes, “oh my gosh, not this again.”

“oh come on y/n, he has the body of a god. who else do you know at our school that has a six pack!?” she rambles. 

“god, tina look. i'm just not buying his charming bullshit.” 

“well you should. just look at him.” tina argues pointing over to the boy in the chair. you lift your sunglasses looking to glace over at him.

“yeah, sure he's okay tina.” you say sarcastically with a sigh putting the glasses back over your eyes, tina groans in frustration noticing your friend heather walk by. 

“heather!” tina says calling the girl over. “can you please tell y/n that she's clearly blind and has no taste in men.” your jaw drops as you sit up and pull your glasses off.

“okay, just because i don't believe hargrove's fake ass act does not mean that my taste in men is shitty tina.” you say stunned by what came out of her mouth.

“y/n are you serious. come on he has the body of-” 

“body of a god yeah, yeah, yeah” you speak cutting heather off, “look he's okay looking but this little act he has going on isn't fooling me.”

“you're so lucky you get to work with him.” tina says looking at heather.

*   *   *   *   *

“y/s/n [your sister’s name] stay in the pool, i'll be right back i gotta get some tow-” you bump into someone accidentally making them drop their water bottle. 

“i'm sorry, i got that.” you say bending down and picking up the water bottle, finally turning your head to see

“thanks.” he says with a grin across his face clearly eyeing you.

hargrove.

“yeah of course.” you say with a smile, “where you headed angel?” he asks eyes locked on you.

angel? was billy hargrove flirting with you?

“uhm, just to go get some towels”

“mhm..” he mutters biting his whistle checking you out bottom to top.

whaaaatt the hell is happening??

“well if it helps i'll keep an eye on y/s/n for you” he says dropping the whistle from his mouth.

“yeah, i- uhm okay.” you stutter walking past him.

okay what the hell just happened? what was that?

you gather yourself and finally walk back out with towels, and of course it just now hit you that you decided to sit only slightly a few inches away from the lifeguard post. great.

“thought you would never come back.” billy said from the chair. “i was only gone for like not even 2 minutes.” you said setting down the towels.

“you know you look pretty good in that bathing suit.” he smiles climbing down.

“thanks.” you say turning around to meet his eye. 

“you know i've been noticing you around here a lot.” 

“well you work here, you should know by now its a popular pool, especially in summer.” you say.

“cocky.” he chuckles out. “well when it comes to the town's biggest gossip, what he wants, tends to stand out.” you say with your arms crossed, ego getting bigger as you step closer.

he looks to his right and lets out a breathy laugh, you turn to see what he was looking at, only to find women looking at you of all ages, to teenagers from your school, to mothers of children.

“yeah, clearly she does.” he says with a smirk, making your head turn quickly to look back at him, once realizing how close you are, you take a step back.

“let me take you out on a date.” he offers, “yeah no, all these other little girls might buy your charming act, but that doesn't mean i do.”

“i'm a little hurt that you'd believe those rumors.”

“i'm not gonna be your little girl experiment that you'd take out once, bang, and then throw in a ditch billy, i know better than that.” you argue sitting down on the beach chair.

“okay look, i promise you i'm not like that okay. just let me take you out on one date, please.”

you were surprised he was pleading, you'd never heard of him doing this with anyone else. maybe they were all rumors, or maybe you were right and it's just his charming act, but there was something in his eyes, he wasn't just asking to mess with you, it looked like he really wanted this, which surprised you since you two had never talked before.

“okay. saturday, 6 o'clock.” you smile, “i pick you up?” 

“yeah why not.”

*   *   *   *   *

“so um, whats this rumor about you and billy talking at the pool?” heather asks.

“who said it was a rumor?” you question. tina gasps, “wait did billy actually talk to you?”

“yeah, and we're actually going on a date.”

“bullshit.” heather and tina say in unison, “i thought you weren't into him.” heather said.

“well, there was something in his eyes when he asked me.”

“oh god i could get lost in his eyes forever” tina says with a sigh.

“shut up tina.”

#billy hargrove #billy hargove imagine #billy hargove x reader #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things imagine #stranger things season 4 #stranger things fluff #dacre montgomery #stranger things fan

[chocotonez]

skz reaction: finding an item that isn’t your’s in their car (prank gone wrong) (cops called) (3am!!)

a/n: writing this on the plane LMAO, I decided to take a more uhhh general approach to this request? Nothing in the nature made me uncomfortable I just had a lot of ideas, but if you wanted me to do specifically do the items you requested just lmk lovely anon! xoxo

warnings/genre: angst w happy-ish ending, hcs mixed with scenarios, somewhat proofread, crying n arguing sorry

chan

-At first he is absolutely terrified when you pull out a press on nail from below the seat

-Maybe his sister left it there when he last visited?? one of his members trying a new style?? he literally does not know and he’s panicking.

-gaslit to the extreme because he like genuinely believes he did something wrong even if he hasn’t had anyone else but you in his car for the past week

-“That genuinely isn’t your’s? But I swear I haven’t picked up any girl, babe, please, I’m serious that I have no idea where that came from-“

-you started feeling bad halfway because he was tearing up and then you were like, “it was a prank I’m sorry! This is an old nail babe!”

-He was not at all amused

“Are you kidding me?” He laughed dryly, clutching the wheel with white knuckles.

“I didn’t expect you to genuinely believe me, Chris, I’m sorry-“ you tried, awkwardly saving the tik tok to your drafts.

“I just…? Babe, that’s such a stupid joke, I genuinely thought I did something wrong…” You looked over at him, his teeth sucked and face tense. “Never do that to me again, please?”

minho

-It blows up immediately, but like not in the way your video went viral, more of that he was pissed

-not really at you?? but just at the absurdity of the situation because do you really think that he’s fooled by the fact the car smells like the old body spray you stopped using a few weeks ago? not getting past him, sorry babe

-I think it’ll get kinda toxic where he’ll be like “are you literally insane this is ur old body spray, I literally never drive anyways why would I pick up anyone else but you??” Like not manipulative because it’s the truth but it’s sorta mean in the way he says it

-you eventually just get pissed off and admit it was just a prank

-“yea no shit” -him

“How dumb do you think I am?” He clicked his tongue, parking in front of your place. “Seriously, if you wanted to play such a stupid joke on me you have to be smarter with it.” You huffed in annoyance, rolling your eyes.

“You know, if I ever actually accused you of cheating and you acted like this we would’ve broken up by now.”

“No? So it’s not right for me to get mad at me over you just randomly accusing me when I didn’t do anything?”

“It was a joke!” You exclaimed, finally turning to face him. He grabbed your face, kissing you, frustrated and rough, but his grip on your skin was gentle.

“And you think my feelings for you are?”

changbin

-I feel like he’d immediately burst into tears even though he didn’t do anything, he just didn’t like that you were upset cuz now he was upset too even though he has no idea where a scrunchie both of you have never seen came from

-not really begging but more just like pleading for you to understand he genuinely has no clue where tf it came from

-“I’m always at the studio how would I even have time to cheat on you!!”

-you felt so bad and who wouldn’t because making changbin feel bad is actually a crime

“Binnie, I’m sorry, it was just a joke, I put it there.”

“Why would you do that?!” He exclaimed, wiping his face with the tissue paper you handed him.

“I-I’m sorry, I just thought you wouldn’t react like this. You know I’d never really think you’d cheat on me, okay? I love you.”

“Then you should know that I would never do something like that to you. You know I love you, okay? Please don’t ever make my loyalty a joke.”

hyunjin

-silent treatment because he mainly doesn’t know how to react but because he’s also like there’s no fuckin way

-he knows for a fact he would never cheat on you with someone who’d leave their extensions behind.

-“Jagi. Do you really think I’d break your heart over a girl who’s wearing 5$ extensions?”

-your attempts are laughable but he genuinely cannot fathom the fact you’re worried, he either immediately thinks it’s a joke or this is some weird fever dream

-it’s very frustrating to keep trying to fool a man who can’t be fooled </3 so you admit it was a joke

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” he teased.

“I didn’t think you’d figure it out immediately.”

“I didn’t think it was a joke, love. I just know I wouldn’t leave you for anything, especially someone with cheap extensions.”

“You are so…” you sighed, relieved it didn’t blow over in an argument. “I know, and I love you.”

“Love you too, but if you wanna do a prank, at least think ahead next time, okay? Good try.”

han

-bursts into tears pt2

-I think he’s like Chan where he genuinely believed someone other than you left behind a face mask with makeup staining the interior, but also he doesn’t know anyone who wears that lip shade other than you?? but you wouldn’t lie to him about this right??

-it’s not naivety it’s trust, he genuinely believes your worries are valid and it’s sweet but also upsetting to watch him tear up and panic

-you finally just admit you left it there as a joke, and he gives you the silent treatment for a solid ten minutes

“Hannie?”

“…I can’t believe you right now, you’re always playing with my feelings.”

“I’m sorry Han, I didn’t think you’d believe it. You know I’d never think you would cheat on me, right?”

“No, y/n, I don’t know that, that’s why I was freaking out!” He exclaimed, sighing. You looked down at your feet, regretting the idea. “It’s not that I don’t trust you like that, but I don’t know if you trust me.”

“But I-“

“Well I don’t know that. I love you, but it’s hard to remember you love me too.”

“Well I do,” you insisted, narrowing your eyes. “I love and trust you.” He gave you a side glance, biting his bottom lip.

“I love you, and I trust you too. But never do this again, please?”

felix

-he finds the ring before you do, a small piece that you probably wouldn’t wear. it doesn’t rlly look like your style, but oh well

-has never felt fear like that when you respond with “uhhh ive never seen that before?” (lie)

-smh y/n do better </3

-he’s just really confused, he doesn’t immediately realize that finding this piece is an implication he’s cheating on you, so he thinks some rando broke into your car

-you have to sorta push the fact it’s a piece of jewelry that isn’t your’s that was found in his passenger’s seat

-gets very defensive when he realizes that’s what ur implying

-is relieved but not happy when you drop the act

“Darling, you’d know I wouldn’t do that to you, did anyone borrow the car? Weren’t you with your friends the other day?”

“Felix, we never drive anywhere unless it’s you and me!”

“But I’ve never-“ You notice his eyes beginning to swell with frustrated tears, as he ran a hand through his hair. “I just don’t know what you want me to say? I’ve never seen this ring before.”

“Lix…don’t cry, okay? It was just a stupid prank. I put thé ring there.”

“But why would you do that? Don’t you know I’d never cheat on you?” He sniffled, trying to disguise the fact there were already tears running down his cheek.

“I do, that’s why it was a prank. You’d never hurt me like this, okay? I’m sorry.” He embraced you, squeezing you until it was as heart wrenching as he felt.

“It was a really mean prank, darling.”

seungmin

-very defensive when you question him about a bracelet you found in his bathroom that doesn’t look like anything either of you own

-v tired and I feel like he’s not at all the type interested in repetitive and unproductive discussions so he might just snap and it starts becoming an argument

-so insanely done w the conversation that he really might just sleep on the couch

-you just want it to end because it’s getting really touchy so you say it was a joke

-he is not pleased :|, but he takes it a lot better than the others

“That’s the stupidest joke I’ve ever heard,” he blurted, staring at your upset figure. He immediately felt bad, knowing he was a bit harsh, but seriously, it felt like you were gaslighting him!”

“I know, I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did this-“

“No, I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have reacted like this, especially if it was serious.” You hugged him immediately, sighing and muttering an apology.

“You know I trust you, okay? I’m sorry.”

“I love you, don’t ever question it.

jeongin

-yknow I was thinking what about doing this prank and it turns out they were actually cheating on u lmao

-anyways yea he’s annoyed because he thinks it’s a waste of time and he doesn’t even know where that hair clip came from

-but he wants to make sure you feel heard because he LOVES u ok!! even though the things ur saying e stupid and very obviously false!!

-I think he’d be the one most likely to acknowledge this was probably a prank, and then you have to admit it because you know you lost </3

-sure it was annoying but it was cute you tried

“Hey, don’t pull stuff like that again okay? It’s pointless, and you know I hate being mad.”

“I’m sorry, I just thought it would be a fun trend.”

“I know, I’m sorry if I was mean too. I just didn’t wanna be accused of something I didn’t do, okay?” You smiled, holding him closer as he ran his hands through your hair. “When did you get that hair clip anyways?”

“The convenience store.”

“Knew it. I love you more than anything, so don’t expect me to give you up so easily.”

#stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #I feel like this was actual shite #very fun prompt tho <333

[grievedeeply]

hello :D could u maybe do some hcs on wht dylan lenivy would be like as a boyfriend nd what kinda stuff him and reader would do together

sure!! decided to combine this with another request because they're essentially the same thing. i hope you both enjoy!

gn!reader

tags: @alisblackgf @seasidesamir @pra-xiis @willowroom @evaavaughn @blackhoodlea @ziplokz | tag list form

tws: amputation (dylan's hand post game), mentioned violence but nothing descriptive

dating dylan lenivy headcanons (the quarry)

first off, he is so funny. he always knows just what to say to make you laugh and to cheer you up. he's the funniest person you've probably ever met and he knows it. he makes the strangest jokes ever but you always at least chuckle at them, just because it's him telling them

he's much more than just his jokes, though. he's compassionate and very caring. he's putting you before himself every chance he gets

dylan falls for you first. you're sweet to the kids and you're always checking up on him. you're able to read him really well. you know that his jokes are just a front right from the beginning

he confesses to you first and you almost think he's just being playful until you look up at him and see the completely serious expression on his face

it results in a long, heartfelt conversation about your feelings towards each other and you'd been dating ever since

when the events of the game happen, the two of you are stuck together like glue. you tell him, "if you die, i die" and he feels the insatiable urge to try to protect you

after dylan's hand gets cut off, he worries you won't like him anymore. of course, you reassure him and even make jokes about it to cheer him up. he thinks he's a fool for even thinking that you'd leave him because of his hand

as an amputee, he struggles with phantom pains (a pain that feels like it's coming from a body part that's no longer there). he pokes fun at it a lot, but you can tell that he's actually really scared because of the loss of his limb and having to adjust to a new life without it

he has to relearn how to do a lot of basic things with one hand and you're there for him every step of the way. he expresses his gratitude a lot. he'd be lost without you, and a lot more tears would be shed if he didn't have you around

he's definitely the type of guy to show you off to anyone. if someone even brings you up he goes, "oh yeah, my partner". he is so head over heels for you it annoys all of the other counselors

they're all really happy for both of you, don't get me wrong. dylan just rubs the fact that he got some in their faces (affectionately) and it makes jacob very frustrated

he's affectionate, both in public and in private. he's happy with PDA and he'll actually encourage it if it's something you're okay with. he does love to show you off, as mentioned before <3

an arm around your shoulders, his hand in yours, a light touch on your face to brush your hair away. he loves touching you, and it's one of his love languages

he's a gentle person. he can come off as loud and (slightly) annoying at first, but he's the opposite. he wants to be liked by people and usually just puts up an act in front of those he doesn't know that well in the beginning

he gives great hugs. they're so comforting. his height is an added bonus in any form of physical affection with him. he makes you feel so safe

dylan talks a lot about your future with him and it's clear that he wants to be with you for the rest of his life. he brings up marriage often and you just roll your eyes. you're both young, but you wonder what being married to him would be like

even though he makes jokes about 'wifing you up' (he'll use this term no matter your identity unless you don't like it), he actually means it. he's so serious about spending his life with you because he just adores you so much

he's defensive over you and your image, especially when you aren't around. he takes no one talking poorly about you and he makes it known that if someone has a problem with you, then that extends to him too

he's a great listener and he knows what to say to comfort you. he can be serious but his jokes also cheer you up a lot when you're feeling down

dylan's love for you is so obvious. he's completely fallen for you and you have him wrapped around your finger even if you don't realize it

he looks at you with the softest expression on his face and love in his eyes. he admires you and everything you do

he's so proud of you and he makes sure you know it. every time you do anything he's always telling you about how well you did it or how good it looks

he's never met anyone who understands him as well as you do. you never push him too far and you're checking in on him all the time, asking him about his day and how he's doing

it might be the bare minimum to some people, but you're doing that and more. if he's feeling bad, you bring him whatever he needs. he does the exact same for you

you both have a very heathy relationship and dylan knows for a fact that he found the one person destined for him

he's your number one fan <3 he plans on bothering (loving) you for a very long time

#the quarry #the quarry x reader #dylan the quarry x reader #the quarry dylan x reader #dylan lenivy x reader

[takusan-no-ai]

Forbidden Love

PAIRING: Odin x Female Reader (Romantic) (Angst)

SUMMARY: Odin, disguised as Týr, is introduced to Kratos’ eldest child, (Y/N), and falls in love with her.

“When will those idiots get here?” Odin pondered. He had been waiting here for hours, tied by a noose, and disguised as his own son, Týr. “How long does it take to kill a few Einherjar?”–Odin laughed mid sentence–“I thought Kratos was supposed to be the god of War.”

A loud boom silenced Odin. Three mumbled voices spoke amongst each other as the door was opened. “Time to become Týr,” Odin thought. Kratos, Mimir, and Atreus finally were face to face with who they believed to be Týr.

Why wouldn’t they believe they rescued Týr? Odin acted the part; he knows how sadistic he is, so he knew how to play a helpless victim to Odin’s tyranny. “I can’t show off my powers, or else they might figure me out.” He decided to play as a pacifist, to avoid being spotted in his lie.

“Where are you taking me? Odin has eyes everywhere…where could you possibly hide?” Tyr asked. Odin really needed to know all of their secrets. The more steps he was ahead of his enemy, the better.

“We’re living in the realm between realms temporarily,” Atreus said. Kratos made a grumble. “Sorry, we probably shouldn’t talk about it out here, with Odin’s henchmen around and all,” Atreus corrected himself.

“Of course,” Tyr responded.

After escaping his “prison” they fled for Yggdrasil and made it to Sindri and Brok’s house, hidden away in the world tree. After becoming acquainted with Brok and Sindri, Odin made his way to the broom closet. Out of his arms came Muninn.

“Muninn, I need you to be as quiet as possible and stay here. That way I can travel back and forth, understand?” He whispered. Muninn nodded and hid in a small corner. Odin heard Atreus calling for him and left the broom closet, back in character as Týr.

“Hey, Týr, this is my older sister, (Y/N).” Atreus was eager to introduce his sister to him. She waved with a simper on her face. Odin waved back, taken aback by her ethereal beauty. She wore the clothes of a spartan woman, despite the lack of battle gear. “She’s a great fighter, but not as good as me.” (Y/N) pinched her younger brother’s cheek for that comment.

Odin couldn’t believe that he hadn’t known of her existence. Just how did Kratos manage to hide her so well? And why? He didn’t put in this much effort for Atreus, even after the incident with Baldur and the two fools. Was there something about her that Odin could use? He had to know. The possibilities made him mad.

“I hope to become great friends with you. If my family trusts you then so do I,” she stated. Odin smiled and shook (Y/N)’s hand.

“This is going to be easy,” he thought.

As Odin spent his time there, he began to notice a strange difference between (Y/N) and her family. She was kinder, softer, calmer, even more delicate than Atreus and Kratos. Odin could tell she wasn’t a daughter of Faye, or else she would’ve been much stronger as half a Jötunn. “Excuse me, Lady (Y/N), but, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, how exactly are you related to Kratos?” Tyr asked.

She chortled in response. “It’s okay, I get that a lot.” She sat down next to him, holding a lyre in her hand. “I’m not sure if I should go into too much detail, since it is a personal family matter. The summary is, I have a different mother, a mortal one.”–she teared up at the memories–“She’s dead…along with my sister. I’m only partially a goddess, so I’m not very strong. To add to that, I take after my mother’s personality.” She moved to wipe away her tears, but Odin beat her to it.

“It’s been so long since I’ve met someone so genuine. I’m sorry for resurfacing such traumatic memories,” Tyr apologized. A part of Odin really meant what he said. But an even larger part of Odin saw how easy it would be to control someone as trusting as (Y/N).

Days went by of Odin and (Y/N) bonding. They cooked together, did chores together, and Odin even comforted (Y/N) when Atreus disappeared for some days. He hadn’t realized that he was starting to care for the woman’s life. Her kindness, compliments, and soft touch lured him in. Before Odin knew it, he was already playing favorites with (Y/N).

He almost felt bad about how he purposefully started the fight between Kratos and Atreus so that the boy would come running to Asgard. But he needed to protect Asgard. Odin couldn’t die yet, not without knowing where he’d go.

“I don’t know what to do Týr. I know that Atreus shouldn’t trust Odin, but I want to trust that whatever my brother is doing, that it will be for the good of all of us. I just hate that all of this is because of that All-Father,” (Y/N) confided to Odin. A pain struck his heart at her words. Why didn’t he like her speaking the truth? He’s not a good man and he knows it. He knows she couldn’t ever love him, and yet, that feeling haunted him.

“I’m…unsure of how to help as well.” Odin really didn’t know what to do for her. He couldn’t reveal his identity to (Y/N); did she even like him back? Would she refuse to love him if he told her the truth? Would he die by the hands of Kratos immediately? He knew the answer to that last question.

Odin would lock himself away in the broom closet, regretting all his decisions in life. He hated how his heart longed for his enemies daughter. There were so many reasons she wouldn’t love him back, and he hated that he wouldn’t be able to change a single one of them.

“Maybe I should just go back to that damn tree again,” Odin pondered. He really couldn’t be with you. “…unless. I could…just take her to Asgard after Ragnarök. Maybe even offer to marry her in exchange for ending the war, like I did with Frigg.” Odin got lost in thought, not even hearing Muninn’s reluctancy to the idea.

“She’d definitely love me if she got to know me.”

“Týr? Are you up? I was wondering if you wanted to make dinner together?” (Y/N) asked from the other side of the door.

“I’d love to.” Odin left the broom closet, wrapping his hand around (Y/N)’s.

- Fin

#god of war x reader #oneshot #female reader #odin x reader #odin

[mimisempai]

I'll do anything if it's with you

ummary

Crowley is rather reluctant when Aziraphale drags him out of the warmth of the bookshop into the cold of winter. And becomes even more so when he discovers it's for ice-skating.

Notes

Thank you Monielysium for your donation to Alzheimer's Research UK in exchange for this story.

INEFFABLE ADVENT CALENDER

On Ao3

Rating G -  1101 words

"Angel, where are we going?" 

Crowley was a little annoyed that Aziraphale had made him bundle up against the cold and dragged him outside without saying anything.

"We're almost there," Aziraphale reassured him, patting his hand.

Crowley grumbled, "Why do we have to go out in this cold? We were so comfortable on the sofa, warm in the shop."

Aziraphale chuckled softly at the annoyed demon's pout. "I'm sure you'll enjoy what we're about to do, and if you don't like it, I promise... wait till I think... a hot chocolate and lots of hugs and kisses to make up for it. "

After that, Crowley had no choice but to give in. He put up no more resistance and let Aziraphale lead him. What he didn't like, however, were the gloves the angel had forced him to wear, because it felt like a barrier between their hands. He grumbled, preferring to feel the angel's skin against his own. 

Aziraphale's voice interrupted his grumbling, "Here we are."

Crowley, lost in thought, hadn't looked where they were going, and when he looked up, he realized they were in front of a huge ice rink with lots of people skating on it. 

He asked, "Angel, what does that mean?"

Aziraphale raised an eyebrow and cheekily replied, "What do you think?"

Crowley shook his head and replied, "Out of the question! I don't want to make a fool of myself on the ice. I have a reputation to uphold!"

Aziraphale chuckled, "Crowley, my dear, you don't really think I'd let you make a fool of yourself, do you? Besides, I'm sure you exaggerate. Just look at the way you move when you perform a miracle, it's as beautiful as choreography. I'm sure you'll quickly find your rhythm on the ice and I'll be the one making a fool of myself." 

"I doubt it," Crowley grumbled.

The angel took off a glove and stroked Crowley's cheek with the back of his hand, then when he'd put the glove back on, grabbed his hand and pulled him behind him. 

Still overwhelmed by the tender caress and the angel's compliment on the way he moved, Crowley let himself be pulled along without resisting.

They walked to the skate rental place and took a ticket before sitting down on a bench to put the skates on. 

Crowley stood up carefully, checking his balance and grumbling again, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him as Aziraphale said gently, "It'll be more natural on ice.

Then he slipped his arm under Crowley's and added reassuringly, "You'll see, everything will be fine." 

Crowley could only soften at the way the angel was trying to make the experience as pleasant as possible, and he leaned forward to plant a light kiss on the tip of his cold, reddened nose. 

Aziraphale smiled softly, and sliding his hand down the demon's arm, he grasped his hand and said, "Let's get on the ice.

They approached the opening that gave access to the rink.

Crowley was now genuinely amused by the way Aziraphale was acting, part coach, part mother hen: "I'll hold your hand at the beginning, okay?" 

Crowley retorted teasingly, "You don't need an excuse to hold my hand, you know?"

"Idiot."

At the first few steps, despite all of Aziraphale's advice, Crowley tensed because he felt he had no control over anything, and God knows he didn't like that feeling at all.

Aziraphale murmured softly, "Relax, I'm here," then planted a gentle kiss on the demon's temple to calm him before continuing, "Lean on me and follow my rhythm.

Crowley chuckled softly and replied, "That's what we do best. Lean on each other and follow each other's rhythm."

Aziraphale chuckled in response and they began to move forward.

As the first lap passed without incident, Crowley smiled proudly and regained some of his aplomb. But he didn't let go of Aziraphale's hand.

To be honest, he wouldn't have let go even if he were perfectly balanced.

He dared to take slightly larger strides to increase their speed, feeling more and more at ease. 

The breeze was exhilarating. Crowley looked at the rest of the trees and the landscape around them, the Christmas lights, and let the speed carry him away.

As always when he was with Aziraphale, there was something exhilarating about doing things that humans do, whatever it was.

Crowley asked Aziraphale, "Will it be there all winter?" 

"As long as the temperatures allow, I suppose."

"Then we can come back?" asked Crowley eagerly.

Aziraphale smiled affectionately at Crowley's cold reddened cheeks and replied, "We've only just started and you want to come back already?

Crowley simply nodded, pleased at the happy expression he'd put on the angel's face.

Aziraphale pulled Crowley to him, wrapped his arms around him, and kissed him tenderly on the ice. They stayed there, indifferent to the skaters who curved to avoid them.

By the end of the evening, Aziraphale had held up his end of the bargain. They were now both snuggled up together, kissing on the sofa, wrapped in a cozy blanket, two steaming cups of hot chocolate on the coffee table. As they parted to catch their breath, Crowley said softly, "What a lovely reward."

Aziraphale blushed slightly and replied softly, "The reward is just as pleasant for me.”

Snuggling up to the demon, he added, "It's great that none of us fell today."

An eerie silence answered him, and he felt the demon stiffen slightly.

"Crowley?"

He looked up to see Crowley's face and, noting the guilty look on his face, asked, "Did you have anything to do with the fact that none of us fell?"

Crowley replied in a falsely innocent voice, "Natural skill?"

But Aziraphale saw the mischievous gleam in his eyes and insisted, "Crowley..."

The demon replied cheekily, "A little demonic miracle of my own?"

Aziraphale burst out laughing, and when he finally calmed down under Crowley's amused gaze, he straightened and murmured against his lips, "I suppose I should have known better. This side of you is one of the sides I love the most, and if I hadn't loved you for centuries, I would have fallen in love with you right now. My dear, mischievous demon."

He laughed softly again before leaning forward and kissing the demon tenderly. When he pulled away, Crowley said jokingly, "Now that I know that just using some of my abilities gets me this special treatment, I'm going to use them more often."

Aziraphale laughed again, then used all his skill to wipe the impertinent smile from the lips of his cheeky demon.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : (After season 2) 

Part 1 Story 1-99

Part 2 Story 100-?

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #christmas #advent calendar

[enassbraid]

HAI. may i request akito with a reader who got injured super duper bad but tries to hide it? but obviously fails haha

(for example: i broke my shoulder once and though i didn't try to hide it it hurt like a bitch. like that kind of injury.)

HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!!!!! decline this if you don't feel comfortable writing it, and don't forget to take breaks!!!! :)

-> 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞

You couldn’t stand feeling like a bother, especially to your own boyfriend. Unfortunately for you, he has a keen eye. But also fortunately, you could never be a bother to him, no matter how tough he acts.

Cw - reader is in pain, confrontation (but it’s healthy communication), Akito goes soft oh wow, implied broken leg

Genre - fluff, comfort

It was an accident, really. You didn’t initially intend to hide your immense pain and discomfort, it just… happened. But the longer it went on, the more inconvenient you felt to speak up. You knew you didn’t have much reason to feel that way, but you still did. Especially to Akito.

He’s been relaxed all week, him and his group put a successful event on over the weekend, and it’s kept his mood up since. You didn’t have the heart to take that away from him.

So you didn’t. All week, you’ve handled this insane amount of pain on your own. You thought it’d be easier overtime, but it’s only gotten worse. That’s when you the question arrises in your mind…

Did you break a bone?

The possibility is certainly there, you did fall out the tree pretty hard, not to mention high up. But that’s an even bigger inconvenience, even for yourself. And how could you ever hide a broken limb?

What a pain.

Walking was a pain, a big pain. Not only does it hurt, but the way you limp gets many odd looks from peers and passerby’s. You’re doing a terrible job at hiding this, aren’t you? And if you’re failing at hiding it, then that means…

“We need to talk.”

In any other situation, your heart would have dropped. But in this situation, you only sighed. You knew what Akito wanted to talk about, it’d be a surprise if he hasn’t caught on by now anyways. After all, he knows you better than anyone else. Maybe even yourself.

“You can fool the others but you can’t fool me, you know that right?”

His tone is playful, but so serious. You don’t know whether to brace yourself for a scolding or not.

“Well you see, it’s not like I wanted to hide it? I’m not sure how to put it… it kinda just happened, y’know?”

“How do you just happen to hide a borderline broken leg?”

You awkwardly laughed. Yeah, you were definitely getting a scolding.

“I just… didn’t wanna bother you Akito. You’ve been so happy lately after that event, and I didn’t wanna kill your mood. I didn’t think the pain would get worse though, I thought it would be healed by now.”

“Babe…”

“I know it sounds dumb but-“

He cut you off with a quick kiss on the lips. Not too long, but long enough for you to kiss back in time. He pulled away and grabbed your hand, guiding you to sit down.

“It’s not dumb (Name), you’re hurt and you tried to hide it and it got worse. You wouldn’t have killed my mood if you told me. I would have helped you a lot sooner and I’m sorry I made you feel like you couldn’t go to me about it. Just… please if this happens again, don’t be scared to ask me for help, okay?”

His voice was so tender and soft, dropping the tough guy act and letting himself be vulnerable with you. You didn’t know what you were thinking before, but you’re just happy Akito understands.

“I love you so much… thank you for understanding, Akito.”

“I love you even more, now how about we get you in bed? You’re not allowed to walk for another few days unless it’s just around your house or my house. I think we still have crutches from when Ena broke he leg years ago…”

You chuckled, he went from gentle to stern mother in a blink of an eye. But this was the boy you loved after all.

He smiles at you knowingly. Akito picks you up bridal style before gently tossing you on his bed and flopping down next to you, pulling the thick comforter up in the coldness.

“But it’s late now, and I’m exhausted, and even if you aren’t, you need rest. So let’s get everything taken care of tomorrow.”

His presence was enough to make you feel better, and before you knew it you were burying yourself in his hold.

“Goodnight… love.”

#project sekai #prsk #pjsk #pjsekai #proseka #project sekai x reader #prsk x reader #pjsk x reader #pjsekai x reader #akito shinonome #akito #akito shinonome fluff #akito shinonome x reader #akito x reader #dor writes

[dawnthefox24]

*Jack was in the kitchen late at night just holding a beer in his hand as he looked down remembering lashing out at Cole today during the evening not too long ago, just over all stressed out*

Ana: You know, you could apologise to him 

Jack:*jumps a bit and glares at her * I have nothing to apologise for 

Ana:*sits down next to him* Listen you old fool, You know that lashing out at Cassidy isn't good...

Jack:..Its...I just..why....Why does he act like him!? 

Ana: *has her arms crossed * Like Who?

Jack: ...Don't...please don't make me say it...

Ana: You had no problem saying it in his face, that he acts like "Gabriel"

Jack: *looks down and cracks the bottle with his bare hand cutting himself*

Ana:*takes the bottle away quickly and bandages up his hand sighing* Why do you hate him?

Jack: Who Reyes? Ana I don't hate him I- 

Ana:*smacks him up right the head* no you fool Cole! 

Jack:*hissed a bit and used his good hand to rub the spot* I don't hate the kid...

Ana:*glared at him* Oh yeah sure saying "I wish Reyes never took your punkass in he should have puttin you in prison " was a I don't hate him

Jack:*looks down a bit *...I didn't mean too...Look I hate his......

Ana: You hate his mannerisms, his guesters reminds you of Gabriel...He was close to him you know...

Jack:...I know...

Ana: The thing is Jack, Gabriel didn't just train Cole...You did too and so did I...never forget that....I treated Cole as my own son, Gabriel was his father figure and so were you...I saw how proud you were of him he was like a son too you....but now your projecting your emotions on him...

Jack:*looks away from Ana knowing she was right* I..I just...

Ana: Look I'm not trying to lecture you or anything,but you can't change the fact that Cole suffered a lot from us, we "died"  and Overwatch crumbling before his eyes so he fled…I can't blame him for that…

Jack:..I know…

Ana: *sighs and puts her arm arouns his shoulder leaning again him* Yes Cole and Reyes walked together stride by stride…I know when Cole shrugs I see Reyes, every little thing he does Gabriel appears but in the end I still see Cole Cassidy….

Jack:*looks away ashamed*....I know Ana…

Ana: Cole is upset that your chasing a ghost…He broke down when I told him who Reaper was…That boy got overwhelmed that he had a mental break down…It was hard to watch…

Jack:*seemed genuinely shocked by this * But Cole…He never…

Ana: …He hates talking about it…Actually for all I know Jack, Cole will one day have to face him…We just need to be there for him

Jack:*feeling like a piece of shit since all he said to Cole was how much he reminded him of the one who betrayed them* I have been nothing but an ass to him haven't I?

Ana: More than an ass but yes

Jack:*glares at her but sighs* He won't talk to me after what I've been saying….

Ana: *rubs his back*That maybe true but put in the effort to apologise to him.

Jack: How do you do it Ana?

Ana: Do what?

Jack: Comfort people…You know what too say…So how ?

Ana:*looks upset*...I don't do anything Jack…I…I have regrets too…My daughter Fareeha I abandoned her….Even I don't know where to begin…I faked my death as she mourned me…I'm no saint Jack… 

Jack: *sighs* start by telling her the truth…even if she doesn't want to know the truth than explain why…tell her its okay to be mad and she has every right to be…

Ana:*looks at Jack and hugs him but cries silently against him, since she needed to hear that*

Jack:*gets shocked by this and hugs her back* you're not a bad mother…You did what needed to do…

Ana:*pulls away from him and dried her tears away smiling softly a bit* Thank you Jack, I needed that…

Jack: *smiled softly * Any time Amari....

Ana:*sighs softly and looked away*....Jack, where did we go wrong?

Jack:*rubs the back of his neck before taking in a deep breath*...We just got screwed over Ana…That's all…

*outside of the kitchen stood Fareeha and Cole listening to the whole conversation *

Fareeha:*looks up blinking a few times trying not to cry for her mother*

Cole:*looks at Jack and sighs softly hugging himself tightly shaking a bit *

Fareeha and Cole: Shit/Fuck…

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #cole cassidy #soilder 76 #jack morrison #ana amari #pharah #fareeha amari #overwatch angst #angst #ana and jack angst #ow cassidy #overwatch cassidy

[yantalia545]

Platonic! Yandere Allied nations with a younger sister who went missing

England: 

Since that day you disappeared Britain had been kicking himself over the matter of being such a horrible big brother. He was too distracted at the time with America leaving him, but he still should have kept a better eye on you. You were still only a child. Losing America was already a bruise to his ego, but your disappearance was certainly a blow to it.

For a long time, Britain was certain that America or one of the other nations took you as a means to to get under his skin. He was hostile towards them for a long time because of it and often got into a lot of fights. When he did finally calm down, that’s when the water works showed. 

He was broken without you and America by his side anymore. There were many nights where Britain would wake up with a panic sweat and tears streaming down his face. Some nations that felt pity towards the man, mostly Canada and France,  and would help look for any clues of your whereabouts. As the years rolled by with no sign of you, everyone began to give up. England himself nearly gave up when he finally found you.

He was just milling about his day by the local market when he saw you. You were much older than when you first disappeared and England had to do a second take to make sure and that he wasn’t losing his mind. But when he weakly called out your name and you responded, England dropped everything and b-lined straight to you. He normally would mind what people thought of him but right now that didn’t matter. He couldn’t care less about all the weird stares he was receiving right now. All that mattered was that you were right here in the flesh and not some imaginary trick.

You were obsoletely terrified. You were just trying to remanence in your past by visiting one of the places you used to go with your brothers as a child when you were spotted by the one man you’d never hope to see again.

You see, you may have only been a child, but you still saw all of the horrible things that Britain was doing to you all and wanted to get away from it. Unlike America though, you were too small to fight Britain head-on and chose to slip away while Britain was distracted. 

Remember, you’re not like normal children. You’re a nation who’s lived for many years even as a child. You can understand and process things differently.

You’d awkwardly tired to act like everything was okay while slowing slipping away from him again. You thought you would have gotten away with it too before England grasped you wrist just a little bit too tight.

“Where are you trying to go, Biscuit? Aren’t you happy to see me again? I’ve looked everywhere for you.”

Russia: (not a child in this one but still younger than Russia)

“You’re going to tell your big brother everything you know and I will handle it.”

Russia isn’t a fool. And he most certainly doesn’t like when people think they can mess with him and his family and not lose a finger or two. The two of you were very close before your disappearance so he knows for a fact that you did not run away. Someone stole you. Stole you from him of all people. They were going to pay.

To say Russia is pissed is an understatement.

Russia wastes no time and knows many people. He will find you eventually, and when he does, he’s going to make sure that the one responsible for your abduction knows who they’re dealing with. Apparently, it is easier to hide when the person who took you is someone who works for Russia. They had intel on what Russia knew but eventually they slipped up trying to cover up some evidence of your whereabouts.

It was quite a scene when Russia found out. He beat the guy pretty harshly and even broke quite a few bones before dragging him by a broken ancle to your whereabouts. Once Russia knew you were safe he made an example out of the vile creature that dared to put their filthy hands on you. Apparently, the disgusting oaf abducted you when they claimed to have feelings for you and you turned them down flat. For that, Russia was going to give him an extra special treatment.

Your abductor will be publicly executed by Russia ripping the man’s heart out with his own bear hands. Not before ripping each distrusting finger that touched you, of course. ^J^ The entire gruesome scene will be globally broadcasted to make it clear that no one is to every mess with you or anyone in Russia’s family ever again.

Russia will also make sure that this can never happen again by never taking his eyes off you. No matter how much you try to fight it you’ll always be within his reach, even at meetings. He never cared about what the others thought of him so seeing the weird looks everyone gives the two of you as he practically hovers over you all the time doesn’t faze him one bit. This is just the things you do when you love your family. If anyone says other wise, then Russia will only assume that they’re planning something and will only hover over you more. Maybe even get his other sisters involved in looking after you too. After all, they want to do what they can to look after their sister too...that and try to calm Russia down from killing everyone...

China: 

Did you really go missing or is that just what China is telling everyone? 

Japan’s rebellion against him really opened his eyes about younger nations. Rather they’re young or old, they still shouldn’t be underestimated. Steps should be taken to make sure everyone is well aware of their place. And your place is with him.

China is a man with the biggest inflated ego known to man. He tends to think he’s above everyone else since he’s much more experienced and wiser than most; His younger siblings especially. Japan attacking him so viciously really tore China apart. Mostly because he didn’t even know what had happened before it was too late. In such a short amount of time, China went from having everything and everything he could ever had wanted under his thumb on minute, then the next, he had nearly gone broke and lost one of his precious territories.

The man is not stupid. He is well aware of the fact that you held a special kind of bond with Japan before he left to the point where he’s become painfully jealous. With Japan leaving, China couldn’t take any chances that you’d seek to run after Japan and leave him, or god forbid, Japan coming back and trying to take you from him.

These few things in mind would cause China to bring up a lot of insecurities that he had been ignoring for quite some time now. He had always desired to be greater being to someone who’d look up to him, and in return, receive his never-ending love and dedication. However, it seems to one way or another no one can ever live up to his expectations. 

But maybe he can force you to.

If being open and honest won’t give him the affections he’s always dreamed about, then maybe if he were more stricter and harsher will do the trick.

Being as sneaky and collaborative as he is, It wouldn’t be too hard to make it look like you had somehow mysteriously disappeared. Even if his resources were severely damaged from the war with Japan. He’d even put on a show in fount of the others and show how much sorrow he feels after loosing you just to throw everyone off. Japan may be able to see a bit more clearly through the lines than everyone else, but there wouldn’t be much he could do since his resources would also be scarce from war.

Once that it established, China will begin on recuperating you to be how he had always wanted you to be without the annoying interruption of others. You are to be respectful of him. He is your dear older bother who loves and provides you from the harsh world. Without him you are lost and vulnerable with means of survival. If you ever think otherwise, China will gladly take one of his gifts away from you and see just how much you need him; Taking away food, water, and time outside being his main sources of punishments. He prides respect above most things in life. With respect comes power. Without it, and you have none

America:

It was a pretty traumatic experience for the both of you. America just couldn’t comprehend what happened exactly. One minute the both of you were having a little quality sibling time together, then the next you were gone.

He had only wanted to be the best big brother ever by surprising his little sister with giant ice cream cones when you got out of the bathrooms. America swore he only took his eyes off the bathroom entrance when he went to pay for your ice creams but when he waited for more than ten minutes for you to come out, it was already too late.

America wasted no time in beginning his search for you. You’ll be placed on a nation wide search as thousands chip in to look for you. Being as big as he is, America will have access to tons of extra resources that most can’t even imagine; Cameras, secret agencies, even news coverage. There is no limitation to what America will do to find you. He was your big brother. Someone who swore to protect you from all the evil of the world. He just has to find you! 

America is going to be the most heartbroken over you disappearance. Over the years, America had gained a lot of power that many of his peers resented him and even try to undermine him often. He felt as if you were the only one who  gave him the true sense of what family is. 

He will have many sleepless nights. Most nights, he can be found out looking for you under and over any place he can reach. America feels as if he can’t rest until he finds you. 

Many had doubted that he could properly take care of you when he first discovered you. They said he was too arrogant and childish to raise a nation such as yourself. He wanted to prove them wrong; Show them that he was more than a screw-up. Now however, he can’t help but feel as if they were all right all along. If he just stayed by your side and watched over you better then you wouldn’t be missing right now. God only knows what horrible things could be happening to you. Are you cold? Hungry or scared? This fear is eating away at America more and more with each passing day.

The day he hears that you’ve been found, America drops whatever he’s doing and races to your location. He doesn’t care if he was right in the middle of a world meeting. America will race to the nearest airport and fly over to you.

It doesn’t matter what happened. The person who caused this horrible nightmare was going to pay. Of course, America does care to keep a positive image for his people, unlike Russia, but will still get the message across that no one is to mess with either of you.

Your story will displayed for all of the world to see. It’ll be all anyone can talk about for at least a month! Everyone will know of your abductor and of your daring brother who searched day and night to look for you. Your kidnapper will be sentence to life in prison to the public, but once the camera to their cell “malfunctions”, America will let loose on the bastard for all the pain and frustration they caused him.

On the more positive side of things, your story will bring attention to a serious issue of children going missing world wide. No nation will rest until America instills his new missing children’s project into their very way of life. Not they the others would have much to abject by. Who wouldn’t want to better their nation by creating a safe search system for missing children? And if this is what it takes to finally calm America down, then so be it. Although, don’t hold it against him for making a specific program just for you that not a lot know about. (o゜▽゜)o☆

France:

Another mess, but partially at fault here. 

You see, France never wanted to you to be scared of the world. He knew that he wasn’t raising an ordinary human and you would need to be adjusted to meeting new things constantly without being afraid. Without realizing it though before it was too late, France’s sugarcoating made you a bit too naïve of the world; Even for a young child such as yourself.

You blindly followed an elder lady home one day after school without ever feeling a sense of danger. You didn’t even think much about when the old woman called France your father, not brother. (no matter how much he pushed for you to call him father, but besides the point T^T). She told you she was filling in for him for the time being and that was that. 

Meanwhile France was losing his flipping marbles looking for you. The man couldn’t function again until you were by his side again. You were his darling little princess, and he, your darling knight who would show you all that the world had to offer. There’s no way he can go on in life without you in this life! You were his life!

Please note: While the others may have turned yandere from all the trauma and paranoia your disappearance caused, France was already starting to show signs of obsessiveness before this whole mess happened. He would spend any free time he had spoiling you and on the rare occasions he couldn’t be with you, France would bring you up in any conversation he could; Much to everyone’s annoyance. 

Despite France wanting to raise you to not be afraid of the world, France still kept the others from seeing you. Even from England and Canada. He was just so fearful of someone else seeing how amazing you are and luring you away from him. France saw it happen to so many other nations nations when they were younger, there’s no way he’s letting that happen to you!

On the day that France does finally find you, all hell breaks loose. When France catches wind of old lady keeping a strange little girl from apparently nowhere, he quickly springs into action. France demands that the person spreading the rumor tells him everything they know before speeding off to wherever this alleged old lady is. 

Turns out that the old woman who took you had a granddaughter that looked just like you who passed away recently. The lady is a bit old, and therefore a little mentally unwell, and mistook you as her missing granddaughter by mistake. Thankfully, you were never hurt or mistreated. France found tucked away in a well decorated room while she was away for the time being. 

France couldn’t care about the senile old woman. All that mattered was that you were unharmed and safe in his arms once again. He was crying tears of joy and forgot all about that woman as he left her torn up home. You were back with him again and France was sure he would do whatever it took to make sure no one can take you away from him ever again.

Canada:

He knows for a fact that you didn’t die like everyone claims you did. You were at war with Russia and now he’s being coy by occupying your country and pronouncing you dead. 

Things are complicated to say the least. Canada didn’t know if he hates America or Russia more at the moment. America was the one who pressured you to fight Russia in the first place. All because of some petty disagreements that they have to somehow drag everyone else into. It’s all America’s fault and it seems like he doesn’t even care. Wouldn’t he at least feel some remorse for dragging his own sister into his own mess? As your brother, America should have known that you’re not as powerful as you used to be. 

You’ve always been the big sister that constantly went out of your way to protect your brothers. You’d lie to England and France so that you could take the blame for something either him or America did, supported each of them through their own independent movements, heck, you even supported them now! You’d give them the clothes on your back if it meant protecting the two of them. It most certainly led you the situation you’re in now, but that was always something Canada looked up to.

He wants to be like you and burst through the doors to save you but he knows he doesn’t have the man power or resources to do so. Even America was having a hard time keeping up against the man for that matter. But that doesn’t mean Canada is just going to sit around and do nothing. 

Canada is expectantly good at spying. (Mostly because no one ever notices him). He’ll suck up his hatred for America for the time being and chip away at Russia’s morale in any way he can. This has nothing to do with his brother. Canada only cares about bringing you back home again. He doesn’t care who he has to step over along the way. Not even America.

Once Russia does finally fall and you come back home, Canada is going to keep a tight hold on you. He’ll help your economy heal while keeping you far away from anyone that can influence you ever again. If you try to leave, then Canada will play the pity card and weep about how much the war effected him and how he’s scared of loosing you again. 

If that still doesn’t work and you still want to leave then Canada will be forced to pull his own strings. He didn’t want to do this to you, but push is coming to shove. He’s not someone to underestimate. Canada is not just a shy little boy that everyone thinks he is. Just like America, he can be a forced to be reckoned with and will pull any means to keep you with him.

You’re not as strong as you used to be. The war against Russia really shows. He needs to take the step up as your brother and protect you. you’ve spent so many years doing the same for him. Canada only wants to repay the favor. So just let him, okay? Or he can always make another example out of you.

#hetalia #yandere hetalia #yandere england #yandere china #yandere america #yandere russia #yandere canada #yandere france #yandere allies

[l1teraryangel]

In Another Life (Ch. 15)

“You can’t be so hard on them, Malik.”

Puffing his cheeks, Malik dug his lavender eyes into his sister’s azure ones. “They’re being ridiculous! And unhelpful!”

“They’re hurting and frustrated by the repeated struggle to deliver Ryou’s soul back into his body.” She tucked her jet black hair behind her ears, unwavering in her serene exterior. “Not unlike you, I’m sure.”

Kek, seated beside Rishid, quipped, “Ooh, she called you out, Albi.”

“Shut up, both of you,” Malik returned and shoved the borrowed KaibaCorp tablet away. “I don’t need an analysis. Yes, I’m freaked out and worried. But I’m still trying to do something, aren’t I?”

Tenderly touching her brother’s hand, Isis smiled. “You’ve always been one to act on your grief as opposed to sitting around wallowing. I think, however, Bakura and Touzoku-Ou are simply overwhelmed by their own emotions. This is the first true struggle they’ve faced since being reborn, and the fact that it involves the one they love most must make it much harder to handle.”

“So you’re saying I’m being a self-centered dick to them instead of empathizing?”

Her smile slipped into a pouty frown. “I would not phrase it in such a way, though I suppose my meaning is similar in nature.”

Sniggering, Kek muttered, “Leave it Big Sis to put you in your place with eloquence.” Rishid chuckled, too, but he buried his face among the pages of his book to hide his half-smirk.

With an audible exhale, Malik rapped his fingertips on the table, staring at the doorway leading out of Kaiba’s library. “Ugh, fine… I’ll go and apologize to them… Give me like ten minutes to compose a script, or I’ll ramble like a fool. Bakura would blackmail me for years to come.”

“Work on it elsewhere, Malik. You’re taking up space otherwise.”

Dumbstruck, Malik blinked and studied his sister’s stony expression. “A-Are you kicking me out?” A thought popped into his head. “Oh, is it because of Kek? Afraid we’ll be too distracting together?”

Clicking his tongue, Kek ripped a page from a spiral notebook, crumpled it, and promptly launched it at Isis’s head. “Ruuuuude.”

Without a single crack in her mask, Isis replied, “Does that answer your question, Brother?”

“I see your point. Kek, make sure to actually help out, okay? Listen to our sister.”

“You know, when you say things like that, it makes our relationship seem like incest.” Kek’s signature crazed grin spread ear-to-ear. “Kinda weird, but I can dig it.”

Gathering a spare notebook and his phone, Malik turned and waved while walking to the door. “Good luck, Sis. He’s your problem.”

He heard a distinct protest from his other self’s mouth, but the door to the library closed in time to prevent further retaliation. His eyes flitted between the end of the hall and the room where Ryou’s unconscious body and the two other-realmers waited.

“...Hurry home, Ryou…”

***

“Oh, shit…” Ryou muttered and jumped out of the bed. “Okay, don’t panic… They’re on their way, but they’re just college boys. Human. Sane. Maybe a bit horny, but not threatening.”

He knew there wouldn’t be a lot of time — how big could a college campus be? Inhaling to steady himself, he thought over the possible excuses he could use to get out of sex this time. Sick, no, tired! Too tired from his exams, could they just hang out or something…

‘That will work. Hopefully it’s a simple but convincing enough way to cool their hormones.’ Ryou puffed his breath up his forehead, disturbing his bangs, and eyed the door anxiously. ‘Okay, so when they get here, I’ll keep cool and lay low—’

Three short knocks on the door followed by some clicks that sounded suspiciously like a lock being picked brought him out of his thoughts.

“I hope he’s asleep. He’s too adorable, all curled up under the blankets, snuggling his pillow like a kitten.” There was Touzoku-Ou, or TK, as he went by here.

“Mm, I wouldn’t mind watching him sleep for a while, but I really would rather ravish him.” And Bakura, naturally, with him.

“Dibs on topping him, by the way.”

“Pfft, whatever. I’ll top you, then.”

“Think you can handle that?”

“Wanna try me?”

The lock clicked, and Ryou launched himself back onto the bed. Thankfully, due to his abrupt entry into this world, he looked plenty disheveled to play the role of having only woken up mere moments ago. He rubbed at his eyes for a convincing touch when the door swung open and revealed this realm’s Bakura and Touzoku-Ou.

“Ah, damn, he is awake,” TK whined, deflating with disappointment. “I mean, happy to see you, lovely. Just wanted to watch you sleep.”

Bakura snorted. “More like you wanted to wake him up like some perverse Sleeping Beauty.”

His accusation, rather than offending the dark-skinned man, brought a smug grin to his lips instead. “Tattletale. Well, whatever.” He hopped onto the bed without further to do, practically straddling Ryou, who in turn pushed himself upright to maintain some control of the situation. “Good morning, my beauty!”

“Not like you to sleep so late, Babe,” Bakura added and plopped down beside them. “Exams that rough?”

Ryou opened his mouth to answer, but TK cut him off. “Ryou doesn’t struggle with exams. Unlike you, he’s actually smart.”

“You’re calling me dumb, but last I checked, he tutored you, too,” Bakura bit back and shoved the other’s shoulder.

“I only needed a bit of help catching up with the curriculum. You’re the one who was too stupid to pass your classes on your own.”

“Are you picking a fight right now, asshole?”

As their argument escalated alongside their physical altercation, Ryou dumbly glanced between them. ‘A-Are they going to let me talk? More importantly, are they going to get blood on this bed? It’s such a pain to get out of sheets.’

Just when he thought TK looked as if he may strike Bakura, the two’s argument broke down into a shared chuckle. Blinking, expression confused and blank, Ryou asked, “Are you guys good now?”

Bakura’s crooked smirk and heated gaze set his heart fluttering. “Of course, Babe. Sorry, were we disturbing you?”

“Um…”

TK, smirking just as mischievously, edged closer until he and Ryou were only a breath away from one another. “Say it isn’t so, lovely Ryou.”

“I… I mean, it’s fine…”

Each of their gazes twinkled, their nearly identical expressions growing more and more fervent. A knot bobbed in Ryou’s throat, in sync with the blood surging to his loins. 

“We would hate so much to be a bother,” Bakura crooned, now shoulder to shoulder with TK as he leaned over Ryou’s trapped form. “But, since exams are officially over for a bit, don’t you think we should celebrate?”

Determined to maintain control, Ryou gulped down the lump in his throat and instead offered the smallest, shyest smile he could. “Maybe we could go out for lunch?”

Their expressions split halfway between tickled and disheartened. In particular, TK seemed pouty while he mumbled, “That wasn’t what we meant, little lovely.”

With an exaggerated sigh, Ryou pushed both men back, gentle but firm. “I realize what you mean, but I’m not… quite feeling myself today.” He snuck a glance at their faces from beneath the messy bangs framing his eyes. As expected, the desire evaporated, replaced with concern.

“I told you you were pushing yourself too hard, Ryou,” Bakura chided, voice like a mother scolding their naughty child. “I bet you caught a cold or something.”

“Well, don’t yell at him for it,” TK snapped and slapped Bakura’s reaching hand away. He used his own to cup Ryou’s cheek.

Snarling, Bakura cupped Ryou’s other cheek. “I was not yelling, thank you very much, asshole.”

The urge to be pampered and fussed over nearly overtook Ryou, but he bit his lip and swallowed it down much like his earlier arousal. “G-Guys, I’m not sick, per se. Just not feeling up to… much right now.”

His words brought two shockingly stern scowls down upon him, and TK tutted, “Nuh uh, we aren’t falling for that again. Last time you said you weren’t sick, you ended up in the hospital for a week. You’re going to the doctor right now.”

‘...Gods dammit… So much for keeping a low profile.’

***

Other Ryou paused when he walked into the room where his fellow other-realmers sat bored and captive. He expected, or hoped, to see the better version of Bakura and Touzoku-Ou, but instead Yugi and Atem greeted him.

“Hey, Ryou. Everything okay?”

“Oh, uh, I mean… It’s as good as it can be for all of us, right?”

Yugi sighed. “True. What a chaotic morning.”

Frowning and stepping closer, Ryou tentatively asked, “Did something happen?”

“Those two thieves, like the idiots they are, nearly destroyed their room. And almost killed themselves in the process,” Atem muttered, shaking his head. His lighter half patted his shoulder soothingly. Neither seemed to notice the way Ryou’s face paled.

Crossing his arms to hug himself, the white-haired male whispered, “A-Are they okay?”

Yugi flashed him a smile. “Yeah, they’re fine, at least physically. Probably worn out and super stressed, I imagine, but no damage done.”

Before Ryou could express his relief, his own Bakura and Touzoku-Ou snorted, and the latter specifically sneered in Ryou’s direction. “Don’t forget who they are so worried about, little mouse.”

Bakura chuckled. “Certainly not our rabbit, if memory serves.”

A snarky response bubbled up in his throat, but Ryou thankfully managed to hold it back, reminding himself that reacting to their taunts was exactly what they wanted. He pointedly turned away from them and focused on Yugi. “I heard a racket earlier. That was them, then?”

“Correct,” Atem sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Exasperation twisted his features. “Ryou managed to make contact, but when the three of them tried pulling him through… Apparently something is blocking our Ryou from returning to this world, to his body.”

“That’s possible?” Other Ryou asked, but then he laughed. “Of course it is. That was a dumb question, all things considered.” He stretched his arms behind his back, nonchalantly eyeing the door to the hallway. “Well, I’m sure you guys have everything handled… I’ll go find some way to entertain myself.”

From where he rubbed the stressed pharaoh’s shoulder, Yugi again smiled at the other male. “Go on and relax while you’re here. This is our problem, so we should be the ones stressing over it. You can just enjoy Kaiba Mansion.”

“Appreciate that, Yugi,” Ryou replied, already enroute to the hall. “I’ll stay out of the way, so you guys do your magic thing.” He pulled the door shut behind him, a small grin on his lips. He couldn’t replace the Ryou of this world, but maybe he could enjoy his time as a substitute.

From the day he became the prey of his world’s Bakura and Touzoku-Ou, it drove him mad how attractive he found them behind their deranged personalities and cruelty. He hadn’t been lying when he told his pair of predators he could fall in love with the Bakura and Touzoku-Ou of this realm. Perhaps he’d feel different if he experienced the history their Ryou had with them, but then again, perhaps not. After all, despite that very history, hadn’t his other self fallen in love with them all the same?

Eyes sparkling with impishness, he moved to walk down the hall, only to literally ram into Malik. “Whoa, sorry!”

“Oh, no, I’m sorry,” Malik groaned, one hand rubbing the spot of his face that collided with Ryou and the other gripping a tattered piece of paper. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

Without further explanation, the blonde slipped past the other-realmer and into the room behind. Other Ryou tilted his head, curious, yet he felt no inclination to pry. Far more interesting and exciting things held his interest.

Once in front of the room housing his other self’s lovers, he peered through the crack of the doorway. His vision adjusted to the dimness of the unlit, curtained room,  and there he found them, their bodies splayed in the center, unmoving. A part of him wondered if they were asleep or simply contemplating.

Quietly, he slipped in, closing the door behind him as he pondered how he should approach the situation. They certainly must be depressed over the morning’s events — they might not appreciate his company, much less any flirtations he had in mind.

His chance to greet them came to a close as Bakura’s voice called out, “Need something, little one?”

Moving closer, Ryou realized neither man’s eyes were open, yet they seemed perfectly aware of his presence. “How’d you know I was here?”

“You aren’t exactly a ninja,” Touzoku-Ou murmured, voice humored despite his evident exhaustion.

“I wasn’t being loud,” He argued back with a pout. “It’s not like I slammed the door behind me or something.”

Bakura chuckled and cracked open one eye to peer at Ryou. “You are talking to the King of Thieves. Our life depended on the ability to be aware of our surroundings.”

Touzoku-Ou turned his head, both eyes half-lidded as he met Other Ryou’s gaze. “We’re not going to be good company right now, you know. It was a rough morning.”

“I heard.”

His response earned a bark of laughter from both men, and they each sat up with clear difficulty, leaning on each other. Bakura, rubbing his face, muttered to no one in particular, “Of course you have. Let’s advertise our failure to the whole country while we’re at it.”

Frowning, Ryou dropped to his knees beside them. “Don’t be like that. There was some other… thing interfering, right? That’s what Yugi said… It’s not your fault.”

While pushing himself off of Bakura, wincing, Touzoku-Ou snorted. “You don’t need to comfort us, little one. Nothing you say will make us feel better. Not when Rohi is out there somewhere, alone and in who knows what level of danger.”

As he moved his own worn down body, Bakura grimaced, too. “The effort is appreciated, nonetheless, but you should be using this time to enjoy your freedom. Not babysit us.”

Twirling a strand of his silver hair, Other Ryou attempted his best flirty tone. “Maybe the way I want to enjoy my freedom is by babysitting you, though.”

They eyed him, equal parts surprised and amused. Touzoku-Ou laughed under his breath. “Shouldn’t you be sick of our faces by now?”

“It’s not the same when it’s you instead of them.”

A sneer tugged Bakura’s lips upwards. “Well, obviously. We are far superior.” His expression faltered, seriousness taking over. “But you should still not get so… attached. At the end of the day, the men of your world who bear our faces will only cause you pain.”

“I’m not a child, Bakura,” Ryou snapped, harsher than he meant. He definitely caught the other two men off guard, but he couldn’t force his tone to soften the edge his annoyance snuck in. He knew the difference between them and, well, them. It burned his mind, taunted, mocked. What he wouldn’t give to be able to call this pair of men his instead of those demented bastards. 

Brow furrowed, he continued, “And I am not an idiot. Your shared faces don’t blur your identities in my eyes. So, please, don’t try and lecture me.”

The two thieves looked him over, almost as if they were searching for something. Finally, after a moment of heavy silence, Touzoku-Ou spoke. “We need to pick up some things from our apartment. Why don’t you tag along, put some distance between you and them, enjoy this version of Domino?”

Relieved, Ryou nodded, his mouth melting back into a benign smile. “Yes, I’d like that.”

The men gathered themselves and headed out, Bakura shooting a quick text to the group so no one scolded them for vanishing. Other Ryou lingered only a few steps behind Bakura and Touzoku-Ou, observing them as much as the environment around him.

“It’s strange how similar my Domino City and yours are,” He commented for the sake of conversation. “Mine feels almost like a dystopia to yours. Like… It’s run down, kinda sketchy, y’know?”

“We’re still in the upper city, though I’ll be curious to know if the location of your apartment lines up with ours,” Bakura replied, hands stuffed into his pockets, gaze focused straight ahead. There was an aloofness in the way he presented, like he still wanted to insist on a certain distance between him, Touzoku-Ou, and this Ryou from another realm. But, of course, having such a minimal reference for normal behavior, Ryou failed to detect the withdrawn mannerisms.  

For his part, Touzoku-Ou attempted to mimic Bakura’s demeanor, but he betrayed himself by flicking his eyes back to his boyfriend’s doppelganger. Ryou smiled brightly each time they made eye contact, and the thief king finally sighed.

“...Bakura’s right, Ryou. Even if you understand we are different from them, you still shouldn’t get attached to us.”

The other-realmer narrowed his eyes and scoffed. “Why? What does it matter?”

“Because,” Bakura halted, whirling to face the other male, “you can’t stay here. Eventually you have to go back to your realm.”

The truth bit him, but his eyes rolled instinctively. “I’m aware, you two. I’m not going to throw a tantrum over it just because I like your company. If anything, it seems like you two are the ones more concerned about being attached.”

Touzoku-Ou sighed again, eyes clouding with an emotion Ryou couldn’t place. “It’s painful, seeing your face and hearing your voice. You’re identical to our Ryou in almost every way. But you aren’t him.”

Despite his efforts, Ryou felt his temper flare.  “Then why invite me along with you, if I’m such unpleasant company? I would have stayed at the mansion.”

Both thieves shook their heads, and Bakura answered, “Because you wanted to spend time with us, and you deserve to be able to have things your way for once.” Pause. “And he said you were painful company, not unpleasant. We can enjoy hanging around you and find it difficult at the same time.”

“I don’t need your pity, though. And I don’t want to be a nuisance when I’m already an uninvited guest in this realm,” Ryou mumbled and shuffled his feet, avoiding eye contact as his temper faltered into guilt. “If you want me to leave you alone, all you have to do is say so.”

A hand clamped down on his head, and he peeked up at Touzoku-Ou. Sadness. The emotion glazing over his eyes was a wistful sadness. But there was warmth, too.

“We wouldn’t ask that of you. While you’re here, do what you want to, Ryou. Whatever you want to.”

Relenting, Bakura patted the brown-eyed boy’s shoulder. “You’re a free man. They won’t touch you while all of us are around.”

“Free, huh?” The word sounded foreign. “Free to do whatever I want?”

Though they nodded, Ryou couldn’t be totally comforted by the words. Because he knew all too well they weren’t entirely truthful. He was free to do anything he wanted.

Except stay.

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[kawarikisaki]

I hope you’re including Aoko because I really like their interactions would really if the admiration wasn’t just one sided.

Okay So this one is gonna get weird. And there's going to be a lot more stuff that feels like guesswork here. Even though Aoko and Hakuba are native to the same story, we don't really see them interact much, at least not in super meaningful ways.

Anyway, I'm going to start by saying Aoko is smart. She's often put into a position where she's the butt of a joke or playing the fool, but she is established from the beginning to be very intelligent, at the very least she's shown to be able to keep up with Kaito academically.

So time for another headcanon with barely any substantiation- their class is an advanced class. After all we already know that Aoko and Kaito are both very smart, and Hakuba is also smart and was very intentionally transferred into their class.

But more on the relationship between Aoko and Hakuba.

To begin with Aoko is a fan of Hakuba, but mostly just on a shallow level, she doesn't give off the impression of having been a fan for a long time, but she is interested enough after seeing him on tv to start quoting his catch phrases (which changes a bit depending on what we're taking as canon, with it being "Why did you do it?" in the original manga, and "the truth has come to light" in the 1412 anime).

Despite this in their first actual interaction she's not all that excited when he flirts with her- talking with her friend later she doesn't even really acknowledge that she was asked on a date, just that if Hakuba wins the bet she'd be going to a concert with him. And I'd like to think that her reaction is that way because she saw the original offer for what it was- not a legitimate attempt to woo her but rather just a move to rile up Kaito.

Every move that Hakuba makes in that introductory chapter is directed at Kaito, but that doesn't mean he's just ignoring Aoko. Perhaps this is me having an idyllic view of him, but I think he's very empathetic; he sees Aoko and he sees that she's like him in that she's kind of forced into the shadow of her father, he sees her interaction with Kaito and is able to understand that she wants to go with Kaito but with the way things were playing out Kaito was going to get away with acting like he didn't care... and that would have only hurt Aoko. So what does he do? He interferes; he puts himself in the villain role and shows Kaito 'if you don't care about her then sooner or later someone will come along that does', and he does it this way for the dual purpose of antagonizing Kaito (who he already suspects may be Kid) and also trying to help Aoko. And during the heist he takes it very seriously, commiting to the bit as it were. Did I explain that last point well? I don't think so. Is it a bit of a stretch? Absolutely. Do I care? Not really. This is how I see it.

The next time Hakuba is taking the stage (A Gift from Akako) he's also very much focused on Kaito not Aoko, which makes sense, Magic Kaito is Kaito's story after all so of course we really only ever see Hakuba and Aoko interact when it's serving Kaito's narrative.

But what we do start to see is Aoko and Hakuba seeming to get along well in just a casual way. Additionally in that case there's a clear change in Aoko, previously she's always stayed on the sidelines just waiting to hear the news of results, but this time she actually requests to come along to help catch Kid- and I would like to claim that the one responsible for this change in her is Hakuba. Perhaps she sees that Hakuba is inviting Kaito and opens up the idea that she can be there too, or maybe she thinks that if the son of a police superintendent can be there then the daughter of the inspector on site can be there, or maybe she has an inkling of Kaito's identity and is coming along to help... whatever it is the one that gave her the push is Hakuba, and after that heist she starts showing up at them more regularly.

The two are both present again for the Dark Knight heist, but unfortunately they don't even so much as look at each other, so no notable interactions there... Which brings us to Midnight Crow.

When Akako and Hakuba are both approaching Kaito with their own thinly veiled 'hey I know you're Kid, good luck, I'm actually rooting for you here' bits, Aoko comes up and once again plays the fool changing the flow of the conversation and- doing almost the exact same thing they were by giving Kaito the exact information that he needed through a barely connected anecdote. (Yes I think that at this point Aoko also knows, and just is fully acting oblivious.) And that's all she does in Midnight Crow in the manga, however, in the 1412 anime there's a bit more; she also forms a detective team "to catch Kid", that motive ringing somewhat hollow when she herself said that she was on neither side, and Hakuba admits that he's relieved that Kid didn't lose. The purpose of this team doesn't really seem like it's genuinely to catch Kid but rather Aoko making an excuse for the four of them to be able to talk directly about Kid without there being any suspicions. Then once again they're both present in Sun Halo but don't interact with each other at all.

So what does all of this tell us? They're friends. In a very normal way.

Aoko seems to respect Hakuba's skill. Early on she bonds with him over their mutual distaste for Kid, but overtime that changes and they still care a lot about each other without needing there to be an undercurrent of aggression directed at Kid in order for them to see eye to eye. And Hakuba for his part clearly enjoys spending time with her. And absolutely cares about her feelings given that even though he knows Kaito is Kid he never tries to tell Aoko that, not wanting to to potentially hurt her.

And that's about the gist of it. This one kinda feels like I'm saying a lot of words but not really expressing much... a lot less focused than the other rambles I've done so far but eh.... it's a less focused topic. When I try to simplify things down to the facts of what we see- well these two barely even interact with one another, but even so the vibe is that they're friends, which is good because I get the feeling that Hakuba doesn't really have many of those. Anyway.

There is one more thing that I want to bring up about the connections between Aoko and Hakuba, and for that I'm going to talk about Nonchalant Lupin.

Nonchalant Lupin being the sort of one-shot/prototype that got polished and eventually evolved into Magic Kaito. I'd recommend reading it if you haven't but for now I'm gonna give the cliff notes version just in case.

The one shot stars Lupin Kaito a young magician that steals for monetary gain, Holmes Aoko the kind hearted and self sacrificing detective love interest, and the antagonist Gurikouji Ken who is the son of a mob family who blackmails Aoko into marrying him using pictures taken of Kaito in the act of stealing.

Now obviously Lupin Kaito became Kuroba Kaito, and Holmes Aoko became Nakamori Aoko. And a lot of people would say that Ken is the prototype Hakuba, which I think there is some truth to that, but not the whole story- because I instead propose that both Holmes Aoko and Gurikouji Ken were the bases for Hakuba.

Nakamori Aoko got Holmes's role as childhood friend and love interest, and Hakuba actually got the role of detective and the morality from Holmes while taking an aggressive approach and cocky confidence from Ken. Not that Holmes is cleanly split up between the two of them, but even so I like to think that the Aoko and Hakuba we know were at least in part cut from the same cloth, and that's why even though we barely ever see them interact they do genuinely fit well together in a way that just feels correct.

Does that make sense to anyone but me? Who knows.

#dcmk #Hakuba Saguru #Nakamori Aoko #mk #nonchalant lupin #yeah this one really is a lot more vague and unfocused #There really isn't a lot to work with when it comes to interactions between them #and I'm gonna be honest #Akako is at a similar level #a lot of words just kinda reinforcing one very simple point. #rambling #asks

[wildrangers]

The Moon & Her Sun // Josh Kiszka

Chapter One // The Fool

Josh Kiszka x fem! musician reader

Word Count: 3.5K

keep reading here :)

Hi y'all! This will be a multi-part, slow burn story so buckle up. Also, the titles will be very tarot-based but I am by no means an expert.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of anxiety, drinking (plz let me know if I missed any)

*18+ only, smut will happen later in the series*

“Please tell me you’re fucking with us” Sam said, eyes wide as all the boys leaned towards the phone he had on speaker.

“Sorry guys, I wish I was. Apparently, they’re having some real issues and are on the verge of breaking up. They’ve cancelled all their gigs for this summer, including opening for you” their manager replied, not exactly pleased himself at this change of plans.

“But we leave for tour in three weeks” Danny replied. “What are we going to do? We need an opener.”

“We’re working on it now, in the mean-time, you could always take in some shows around Nashville while you’re there to see if anyone sticks out to you. I swear, we will have this figured out by next week the latest.”

The boys mumbled their agreements and goodbyes before Sam disconnected the call. All they could do was stare at each other in shock. They hadn’t been able to tour in years because of COVID and they’d worked so hard to put together a good show, which of course started with the opening band.

“Fuck!” Jake yelled, running his hand through his hair just as Jita walked in.

“What’s going on? Why does everyone look like someone died? Please tell me no one died” Jita rambled as she looped her arm through Jake’s. They quickly filled her in and she chewed on her lip thoughtfully for a moment. “I mean, I obviously don’t know what they’re schedule is like for the summer but that band I’m really into, Rising Sirens, is playing tonight. I was dragging Jake along with me but it’s all general admission, I’m sure we could get three more tickets.”

They mulled it over, Josh turning to Jake, “Have you listened to them? What do you think?”

“I have, they definitely seem musically similar to our opener we just lost. It would really depend on their stage presence which we could all see tonight. It can’t hurt, right?” Jake argued, shrugging his shoulders. They all quickly agreed, Jita ordering the additional tickets before they went out for dinner.

Several hours later, Josh found himself waiting in line with his brothers and Jita, stomach queasy with anxiety. This tour meant a lot to him, to all of them, and he was hoping to the Universe this band fit the bill. With tour starting so soon, it would be hard to find anyone who wasn’t already booked up. Josh was pleased to see the crowd around him was buzzing with excitement, anxiously peeking their heads towards the doors every few moments. This was a popular venue but it seemed that most of the crowd was here for Rising Sirens, not just a night out.

As the doors finally opened, a few excited shouts sounded from the crowd and they were all quickly jostled inside. “Jesus, I haven’t actually been part of a crowd like this in ages” Jake mused beside him. As Josh turned to respond, he caught Jita excitedly jumping up and down as they took in the stage.

“Okay, the best spot is still open follow me” she commanded, dragging Jake by his hand, the rest of them following. They walked up a small set of stairs, settling in at a high-top bar table with a great view of the stage. Jake and Jita went to get drinks for everyone as the opening band began warming up.

“I have a good feeling about them with Jita being this stoked about being here” Danny said, taking in the crowd around them. Sam nodded, “Plus, this place is buzzing right now.”

The next hour or so was spent listening to Rising Siren’s opening act and having a few rounds of drinks. “I mean, if we get SUPER desperate, we could always steal their opener” Sam joked causing Jake to snort beside him.

“Stop it guys, they weren’t that bad” Danny defended, sending a glare towards the two boys. Just as Sam was about to retort, the lights dimmed and the room erupted. Josh liked to think he was on top of up-and-coming bands but judging by the volume and intensity of the crowd, he had clearly missed out on them.  

The drums sounded first and the dark-skinned drummer’s form was illuminated from a light below, highlighting their buzzcut. More cheers erupted at the sight of them, only intensifying as a tan girl with multi-colored hair bounded onstage with her bass, adding to the drummer’s beat. The last instrumentalist to emerge was a tall, bronzed man who looked similar to the bassist, albeit without the dyed hair. A particularly loud squeal sounded from the crowd, making Josh chuckle quietly; he guessed this guy was the heartthrob of the group based on the wide-eyed audience members nearby.

As the music swelled, the microphone was lit by a spotlight but no one was there yet. The crowd roared seemingly desperate for the singer to arrive so the show could truly begin. The music suddenly cut, allowing a brief pause of total silence before a woman’s voice rang from offstage. Josh felt goosebumps pepper his skin as the woman wailed in the most beautiful, bluesy voice he had ever heard, the music quickly joining her again.

The crowd was absolutely feral, singing along with the woman who finally entered the spotlight, her long hair illuminated in the bright light. She donned a flowing lacy black dress, sparkly purple Doc Marten’s on her feet. Her neck, wrists, and fingers were covered in silver jewelry and her eyes seemed to glow as she took in the eager crowd before her.

“Holy shit” Josh mumbled without fully realizing he was speaking. He saw the others nod in agreement, unable to take their eyes off the stage. The next hour and a half passed in a blur, Josh’s eyes rarely straying from the lead singer’s form. She flew around the stage, dress billowing behind her, never once losing the melody or missing a note. Her voice was beautiful and she had great stage presence but more than that, he felt drawn to her like a magnet.

All of the band members were playful with each other onstage and it was clear to Josh that they’d known each other a long time based on their ease with one another. Their songs were a blend of classic and punk rock, the singer’s bluesy tone adding a richness to the melodies she sang. As they said their goodbye’s, before what Josh assumed would be a brief encore, he felt a hand on his forearm. Turning, he saw Jake who was beaming.

“I think it’s safe to say were sold on Rising Sirens?” he questioned his twin, hand clamped on his shoulder. Josh felt himself nodding, for once at a loss for words. Jake posed the same question to Danny and Sam who quickly agreed. “I know the venue’s manager so I’m going to head backstage and see if they can introduce us. I’ll call you once I talk to her.”

Josh nodded, his eyes quickly turning back to the stage when he heard the crowd begin cheering. There was no way he was going miss seeing that singer perform one last time tonight.

***

You collapsed on the couch backstage following the encore, greedily chugging down one of the water bottles left out in the dressing room.

“The crowd was on fucking fire tonight!” Carolina shouted in delight, placing her beloved bass beside her brother Caleb’s guitar. “Can you believe that shit?”

“It’s the hometown crowd, essentially, I would have been disappointed if they weren’t” Kimmy pointed out, drumming their sticks on the arm of the couch.

“Where the fuck is Caleb? He came back here for a second and then disappeared” Caroline moped, always eager to get her twin’s feedback on her performance. The two were polar opposites but thick as thieves. Carolina’s bright hair matched her loud, effervescent personality; she had yet to meet a person she hasn’t made her friend. Caleb, on the other hand, was serious and studious, insistent upon managing the band even though it doubled his workload.

“Maybe the venue management needed him? If they’re smart, they’ll book us again soon. We have those few festival dates but otherwise we’re open this summer while we work on the new album” Kimmy pointed out, dragging Carolina beside them and forcing a water bottle into her hands. Carolina pecked them on the cheek and began chugging the bottle’s contents.

You smiled at your friends but kept quiet, reflecting on the show. Your flamboyant stage presence was always a contrast to your real-life personality; you had long preferred to quietly observe, taking in what was going on around you. You were similar to Caleb in that way but hoped you weren’t quite as intense as him.

The door opened and Caleb entered, quickly closing it behind him despite the commotion outside. “What was that about?” you asked, curious. You were normally good at reading his moods but this one was particularly tricky.

“So, a band came to scope us out tonight to see if we would be willing to open for their summer tour” Caleb explained, leaning back on the door.

“What band?” Carolina asked, excitement gleaming in her eyes as she sat up.

“Before I share that detail, we need to decide if committing to three months of touring will be good for our writing process. I’m sure the record label won’t mind the additional exposure even if it pushes back the planned release date a little but it would still be a tight squeeze” he explained, ever the pragmatist.

“Really, that’s between you and Y/N. You two write the lyrics and flush out the basics and we go from there. We can do that part anywhere, right Carolina?” Kimmy asked and Carolina nodded her agreement.

You sat silently thinking over this mysterious proposal. Judging by Caleb’s reluctance to name the band, they must be significant enough that he didn’t want their name to sway our decision either way. Normally, you hunkered down with Caleb, spending weeks almost exclusively with each other while mapping out the framework of the album. But you’d be lying if you weren’t intrigued by the idea of writing while touring, allowing the energy and inspiration from each night’s show to propel the album’s writing process.

“I think we should do it with two exceptions. One, obviously, if any of us totally hate the band it’s a no. Two, we only agree if there are enough off days where we could hunker down either in a hotel or bus.”

Caleb nodded at your answer, taking it in alongside whatever was flying through his own mind. A moment later he whispered, “It’s Greta Van Fleet.”

“No fucking way! I swear to God, if you’re playing some kind of sick prank on us, I will end you” Carolina shrieked, eyes wide. You turned towards her, only to see Kimmy’s excitement mirroring her own.

“I’m sorry, who?” you questioned.

“Greta Van Fleet, they’re the band Carolina and Kimmy are obsessed with. If you heard them, you’d recognize them” Caleb explained and you nodded.

“Oh my god guys, please, let’s make this work somehow. They’re incredible” Kimmy exclaimed, looking between the two of you.

“Tell them you’ll meet with their management, we have to make sure we have time to write or this just won’t work” you argued, Carolina and Kimmy groaning but reluctantly agreeing. As Caleb snuck back outside, you briefly met a curly-haired boy’s golden eyes. You fought back laughter as Kimmy and Carolina collectively lost their shit about this new development. Awhile later, Caleb returned, leaving the door open behind him revealing a now empty hallway.

“Well?!” Carolina exclaimed. “They understood our requirements and I have a call scheduled with their manager tomorrow morning. No matter what though, they’re going to send over four tickets for us to see them tomorrow” Caleb replied, bracing himself as his twin and Kimmy began screaming and jumping up and down.

“Okay, new rule you two: absolutely NO dating any of them if we end up touring, alright? Keep the fangirling to a minimum or they’ll change their mind” you teased. Carolina stuck her tongue out as Kimmy flipped you off, everyone laughing as you continued to unwind from the show.

***

The following day, Caleb reported the meeting went well and could expect the contract tomorrow morning. As you got ready for the show, Carolina blasted their music from her phone and it was, in fact, familiar. You were intrigued if the singer could actually hit some of those notes live. You felt your mind wandering as you added some glitter onto your lids atop the dark, smudged eyeliner.

You took a step back to look at your entire outfit, taking in the dark hues and flowing silhouette. Carolina, on the other hand, was wearing neon and pastels. You smiled at your best friend’s bright appearance and obvious eagerness to get going. People always marveled at you both, seeing as you tended towards darkness while Carolina radiated light. Some were confused by the contrast but it had always worked for the two of you.

“Kimmy just pick a pair of Vans already! We got to get going” Carolina sighed in exasperation, causing Kimmy to roll their eyes towards you as they grabbed the nearest pair that matched their bright jeans and leather jacket. Caleb was surely waiting downstairs already, dressed in his usual basics: dark bomber jacket, tight jeans. The group’s contrasting styles were always a topic of conversation at any photoshoot, the stylist faced with the impossible task of pleasing everyone.

Carolina quickly forced everyone down the stairs and out, Caleb already complaining we had all taken too long and would be late, which was unprofessional. You rolled your eyes as you buckled your seat belt, tuning out the twins’ bickering as Kimmy showed you a funny video on their phone.

Once you arrived at the venue, you were surprised when security immediately escorted your group to a reserved section, just to the side of the stage. The area was clearly used for friends and family but only one woman was there, smile bright on her face.

“Hi! I’m Jita, Jake’s girlfriend. I just wanted to say I’m absolutely obsessed with your music, I’m so glad it seems like this tour will work out.”

“Oh my God, stop, you’re so sweet!” Carolina beamed, folding her into a tight embrace. The rest of you quickly introduced yourselves and hugged her, excluding Caleb who gave her a simple nod.

"Ignore him, he’s grumpy” you heard Carolina tease as you made your way to sit beside him.

“You know, I could argue being rude to Jita is wildly unprofessional, maybe even more so than being late which we weren’t anyway” you teased, smirking. He rolled his eyes before responding, “I wasn’t rude, I just don’t feel the need to grab people like the rest of you do.”

“If you say so” you joked, drawing out the o at the end. “But seriously, are you okay with all of this? I know it’s a departure from our normal process.”

He shrugged, thinking it over before responding, “As an artist, I’m concerned but as the manager, I’m excited. I mean this is huge exposure for us, we just can’t pass it up. The label was over the moon when I told them how this opportunity fell into our laps.”

Before you could respond, the lights dimmed and the crowd cheered. You assumed they had no opener and knew the crowd would go wild when they realized they were jumping right into Greta Van Fleet’s performance. You clapped Caleb on the back before joining the others by the railing, wanting to take in the show as much as you possibly could.

As everyone made their way onto the stage, your eyes were instantly drawn to the curly-haired man you’d accidentally made eye contact with the night before. Despite his smaller stature, his voice was absolutely operatic, booming forth with precision and passion all while he ran about the stage, almost seeming to bother his bandmates while they played their various solos. You loved his jumpsuit and how he strutted around; it brought to mind other rock stars like Freddie Mercury or Mick Jagger.

Their set passed quickly and by its conclusion you were thrilled you’d somehow lucked out into opening for them. Carolina’s and Kimmy’s voices were hoarse from their screaming as they happily discussed their favorite parts of the show. As your group finally followed Jita backstage, you felt your stomach erupt with butterflies. Not only were you now a fan of their music but you worried you wouldn’t live up to their expectations. People almost always commented on how different you were offstage versus on and you were dreading that conversation, which always made you feel vulnerable and awkward.

Luckily, the guys were still buzzing with excitement from the show and introductions happened quickly and easily. They ordered a bunch of drinks for everyone and you found yourself sitting beside Danny, which you quickly became grateful for. Unlike the others, he seemed quieter and less intense which put you more at ease.

“No way! You guys are twins too?!” Josh laughed pointing between a very unamused looking Caleb and a giddy Carolina.

“Yes way! Isn’t that funny? Two sets of twins on tour” she laughed.

“Oh my god, we totally need to rename the tour that now” Jake joked, making everyone laugh.

“Is he always so serious?” Danny asked beside you and you chuckled before turning to face him.

“What do you mean? He’s barely containing himself right now” you grinned and Danny threw his head back in laughter. “But yeah, he’s been this way since we were kids if you can believe it. Carolina and I have been friends since kindergarten and I seriously thought he hated me until we were like 12.”

“That’s understandable if his face always looks so angry” Sam joined in from the other side of Danny and you giggled, nodding. You always felt more comfortable in pairs or small groups, rather than a large party or everyone talking at once. As the evening progressed, everyone began talking over one another, so you quietly excused yourself to head out to the bar for one last drink.

***

Josh felt frustrated as he watched you sneak out of the room. He had watched you chatting with Sammy and Daniel, but whenever he tried pulling you into the larger conversation, you’d shut down. He felt someone nudge him and he turned to see a smirking Jake. “What do you want?” Josh frowned, always a little worried when Jake seemed amused with himself.

“If you want to talk to Y/N, just go do it.”

“I don’t know what you mean” Josh lied and Jake gave him a pointed look.

“You have literally been staring at her all night and you deflate like a balloon every time she doesn’t laugh at your jokes. It’s pathetic, man” Jake goaded him. Josh not-so-playfully nudged his twin as he downed his drink, making his way out to where he thought the bar was. He was surprised to see you had settled on a bar stool by yourself rather than returning to the dressing room.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked and felt his heart flutter as your bright eyes met his.

“Of course not, I just needed a break from the huge crowd” you admitted as Josh sat beside you.

Josh ordered another cocktail and grinned at you, “I’m surprised you’re not a social butterfly. I was kind of expecting you to be after the show you put on last night.”

He quickly wanted to kick himself as he saw you fail to hide your cringe. “Yeah, that’s the general feedback if people meet me after seeing me perform—always a bit of letdown.”

The bartender set down his drink but Josh ignored it, instead replying, “Who said it was a letdown? I was just jealous Daniel and Sammy got to hang out with you all night.”

He watched as you continued avoiding his eyes, “Well, here I am!” you joked lightly.

“Well first of all, obviously, how did you learn to sing like that?” he complimented, taking a sip of his drink. At this comment, your whole face lit up as you delved into all of your vocal training before talking about your songwriting process. Josh added comments here and there but you were so clearly passionate about your work that he didn’t want to interrupt.

“I’m sorry, I’m just rambling now” you laughed, your eyes finally steadily meeting his own.

“I could listen to you talk all night if I’m being honest” he said, pleased with himself when you nervously cut your gaze away at his flirtation. Before he could think of something to add, music blasted from down the hallway causing you to giggle. “Why are you laughing at them playing ‘You’re Still the One’? That song is a classic.” Josh asked.

“I’m laughing because whenever they want me back in the dressing room or studio after I’ve wondered off, they take turns playing my favorite songs to speed up my return” you explained and he laughed.

“Well, at least you have good taste. Should we go back then?” he asked and you quickly shook your head.

“They’ll cut the song if I go right now, I want to listen” you admitted, smiling up at him.

“I’ve always wanted to cover this song” Josh mused to himself and you quickly agreed. As the final verse began, Josh found himself saying, “Well, maybe we should sing it together on tour then.”

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A/N: This is my first GVF fic so I hope y'all enjoy this, I'm always open to hearing feedback :) If you liked it, please reblog, it really helps! Also, let me know if you want me to write for more of the boys.

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