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midmourn · 5 months

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♡ nct dream ﹒ gender neutral!reader genre fluff, slice of life, angst, suggestive warnings language, suggestive on jeno’s, brief death joke on haechan’s note if yall have any requests let me know 🫶 here’s the tropes if you can’t tell: mark: best friends to lovers. renjun: enemies to lovers. jeno: fwb. haechan: fake dating. jaemin: second chance. chenle: arranged marriage. jisung: brother’s best friend. i cant remember who inspired this but i do know it was for enhypen lol ( masterlist )

resting on his elbow on your bed, mark’s mouth is agape as he stares at you, blinking furiously. was he dreaming? you, who stood in front of the floor length mirror, smooth down your clothes for non-existent dust and smile to yourself, “okay, how about this outfit?” you wait a few seconds before frowning, “mark? hello— mark?” you wave a hand in front of him and he jolts, “wha—? oh, um, yeah, it’s great. you look really good— … dude.” he winces inwardly at the name, but you don’t bat an eye at it and frown at his seemingly insincere words. “you’re right, it’s bad. i’m going to change.” mark catches your hand with a laugh, “dude, no! seriously, you look really— …” he trails off, looking hesitant to say the next word, even though he’s said it so many times before so easily. what was different now? “— pretty. gorgeous,” he says it without even thinking, realizing it the moment you smile bashfully, ducking your head to your chest to try and hide it but failing miserably. he studies your face for a second, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. and— oh. he wants to kiss you so bad. you, his best friend. oh. oh shit.

renjun doesn’t know when the lines blurred from enemies to frenemies to … lovers? crushes? all he knows is that the burning rage that used to fill him every time your mouth opened was now replaced with warmth spreading over his chest and the urge to kick his feet while giggling. words neither of you would dare to speak around your mothers, intended to hurt, were replaced with teasing, playful words with no hint of malice. your head turns swiftly, knocking him out of his daydream as you raise an eyebrow at him, “take a picture, maybe it’ll last longer.” cheeks flushing a subtle red, his eyes narrow at you, “you might break my camera.” but his pinky creeping towards yours and lips curling up at the ends says how he really thinks. you smile, flipping your hand over and making the first move to intertwine your fingers. his heart stuttered in his chest, “i— you—” you laugh, squeezing his hand once before going back to your textbook. and, yeah, he was certain he’s never felt this before.

“if you squeeze any harder, i think you’ll break the glass,” mark attempts at a joke to diffuse the tension radiating off jeno. jeno’s lips barely twitched up as he glanced down at the glass in his hand before setting it to the side, done drinking for the night. he didn’t feel like it anymore when he saw how closely some guy holds you to his side, hand on your waist. he didn’t like the funny feeling it gave him and he could only imagine how it’d feel when alcohol was added into the equation. “jeno, dude, when are you gonna make a move? you guys have been—” he glances around, checking for eavesdroppers even though the music was far too loud for anyone to hear, “—messing around for months, basically a couple without the label. and you know there’s more people interested in y/n than just him.” the two look back to the opposite side of the room where the guy was whispering something in your ear, a smirk on his face. “you need to tell them you want something more than just fuck buddies. or else you’ll lose them forever.”

“you— WHAT?” haechan winces as your voice grows louder in his ear, casting a quick look around to see if anyone could hear you through the phone. “hyuck! what the fuck?” “don’t act like it wouldn’t be a privilege to date me,” haechan scoffs playfully, hiding his nervousness behind humor; as he always did with his emotions. “i’d rather die.” “okay, well, please! my mom’s already told everyone in my family that i’m bringing someone, including my sisters!” the mention of his sisters have you going quiet, and he hopes you’re thinking about it on the other end. “god, haechan— i—” you sigh in frustration, “how was my name the first name to pop up in that tiny brain of yours?” he ignores the jab, thinking back to that moment. truthfully, he already knew why you were the first name to pop up in his head when his mom mentioned bringing a date to his family reunion. but you didn’t need to know that. not right now, at least. “you weren’t, you were actually my last choice but all my other choices would’ve said no,” he teases, hearing you scoff in disbelief and he grins. “whatever. you’re lucky i love your sisters and hate letting them down.” “and me?” he raises an eyebrow, maybe a hint of hope in his voice. “you wish.” he does.

jaemin swears he’s dreaming when he looks up and sees you. never in a million years did he think you would come back home. not when you tried so hard to leave, anyway. you’re across the aisle, switching your gaze between two spices in your hands when you feel the back of your neck prickling. your head lifts, making eye contact with jaemin immediately. your breath catches, the world freezing around you as the two of you stared at one another. jaemin had only seen glimpses of you through social media the last four years, living your life in some prestigious university with your dream job and dream life in america. he watched your life through pictures like he used to watch you sleep. you break first, raising a hand to wave shyly at him, attempting a weak smile as you didn’t know how he’d react. jaemin abandoned his cart, walking closer to you as you set the spices into your cart. “hi,” you breathe out once he stands in front of you. for years, it seemed like you could never catch your breath, always missing just one thing. and now, it seemed like a breath of fresh air, standing in front of him. his lips turned up into a soft smile, eyes shining as he said softly, “hi.”

the hotel room is silent as chenle unlocks the door with the cardkey, letting you in first and doing a quick check of his surroundings before following in. he listens to the click of the lock, eyes following your movements as you grab a change of clothes and your skincare items from your suitcase. he loosens the tie around his neck, kicking his dress shoes off and turning his back towards you. he doesn’t intend on saying anything, knowing that this situation is definitely not your favorite thing in the world. while he wished it was on his own terms, he liked that it was you. it was only ever you for him. you just didn’t know that. “chenle?” he hums in reply, shrugging off his suit jacket and throwing it on the loveseat. “you don’t … hate me, do you?” his head snaps up, brows furrowing, “what?” the word comes out incredulous and you bite your lip, embarrassment sinking in as your cheeks begin to feel warm. “i … i know this isn’t ideal, but for me, i know it’s not the worst thing in the world.” he blinks at you. you smile slightly at his dumbfounded expression, “i was angry at first, and i was so … betrayed. but, i’m glad it’s you.” you don’t expect a response, heading into the bathroom quietly. he smiles to himself once he fully registers what you just said. i’m glad it’s you. he was, too.

from your spot on the armchair, you watch as jisung rises from his seat on the couch, next to your brother. “i’m getting a drink, anyone want anything?” the rest of your friends and your brother’s friends chime in with their answers, and you wait a second for anyone to get up and follow after him. but no one does. you smile to yourself before standing, “i’m going to help him, since you assholes won’t.” your brother waves you off, too far into the video game to give a better reply. you sneak up behind jisung, sliding your cold hands up under his t-shirt and he jumps, neck twisting to look at you. “ah!” he says a little too loudly, and you shush him. you stay silent before you hear shouts of excitement and disappointment from the living room, turning back to him. “what if—” he starts to say. “as far as they know, i’m helping you with the drinks and snacks,” you poke him in his ribs and he jumps, making you snicker. you stare into each other’s eyes for a few seconds, enjoying the small moment you’ve rarely got since you all came home from college for the summer. at the thought, your face falls and jisung frowns, brushing a stray hair away from your eyes, “what’s wrong?” you shake your head, not wanting to ruin the moment but he insists. “i … i really want to tell him, ji.” you frown, watching his face carefully. “the longer we keep this a secret, the more he’ll be mad. i think we should just rip the bandaid off.” at his hesitation, you sigh and step away from him, making him take a step forward to close the distance again. “jisung, if we’re really serious about this, we have to tell him at some time.” you hesitate, “… are you serious about me?” his eyes widen, “what? yeah, i am. i’ve been serious about you since we were seventeen. i…” he looks shy, “you’re it for me. you’ve always been.” your cheeks heat up, eyes darting away shyly at his words as you allow him to close more distance between you two and press a meaningful kiss to your lips. “we’ll tell him … after everyone leaves, okay? i don’t want to hide anymore. i didn’t like it in the first place.”

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urdrowning · 1 year

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Hi :)

If you are taking requests, could you please do a Leah oneshot?

Maybe one where reader is really famous (a singer/model/actress/or whatever) and her and Leah have been dating for a while in secret. And Leah’s teammates are suspicious of who’s she’s always spending time with or texting.

Also if you could, could you include Leah introducing reader to them?

Could be England or Arsenal teammates. Or both lol.

Thank you :))

AN - tysm for the request !! i kinda got lazy at the end cause i caught covid while writing LMAO. i don’t really like the ending. MAYBEEEE i have a part two in mind of a soft launch.. maybe i don’t..

superstar / l. williamson

celebrity relationships are always awkward. when you’re under constant spotlight, it can be hard to settle down. finding someone who actually loves you for yourself, and not for your status isn’t easy. so that’s why you truly believe yourself to be the luckiest of the bunch.

leah williamson, your diamond in the rough.

you met leah at the BRIT awards in 2022. the minute you made eye contact with her brilliant blue eyes, electricity coursed its way through the both of you. the two of you spent the entire night together, getting to know each other. sat on tables next to each other, conversing through the speeches and nominations.

“if you win this award, i’ll take you on a date.”

she smirks at you and you’re taken aback. you’ve been so caught up in her presence that you didn’t realise that your section was up. you and your band have been nominated for the best upcoming artist award (tbh idk if this is a thing. if it’s not, pretend it is) before you even know it, the announcer has taken the stage and begins to announce the winner.

“and the winner of the best upcoming artist award is..”

you can barely even comprehend what they are saying, you’re rather distracted by leah’s hand, as she moves it to discreetly hold yours under the table. you’re in a blur as the announcer continues and you don’t even hear who wins. but, judging by how your band mates have all stood-up and look like they’ve won the lottery, you’ve got a pretty decent bet. you get hoisted up by your band mates as you walk on stage for the group’s acceptance speech. you let your band mates do the talking, as you’re too dazed to even think. (this very much goes viral in with your fans. your ‘fish out of water look’ is now a fan favourite meme)

despite suffering from equally massive hangovers, she’s true to her word, leah took you out on a date the following night. even though it was a small date at the arcade, you would probably still consider it one of your most fondest memories. on your third date, you kissed her. then, on the following night, she showed up on your doorstep, flowers in hand, asking you to be her girlfriend.

your one year anniversary together is approaching and the two of you are still as inseparable as you were when you first met. despite not being together for long, the both of you are unable to picture a future without the other in it.

leah is a private person, as are you. you both agreed to keep your relationship quiet and between yourselves. but, with your relationship approaching it’s first milestone, the both of you are getting restless. neither your family nor your friends are aware of your relationship.

how you’ve managed to keep it a secret from your band mates is a mystery of scooby doo fame. especially since you literally share an apartment with one of them. you consider your band mates your own found family, your forever bestfriends. each of you have been best friends since secondary school, and clearly, have been inseparable since. ironically, you’re all major football enthusiasts as well. you and your band mates are die hard lioness fans, even attending the euro’s competition in support (again, it’s a mystery how they didn’t find out. leah wouldn’t stop smiling at you in the crowd) leah struggled as well, her teammates are getting suspicious. the way she hides her phone from them as she giggles at it when you text.

“you’re seeing someone, aren’t you.”

leah’s head shoots up from her phone at the voice, only to be met with a suspicious looking keira walsh. looking at her with an accusatory stare.

“w.. what are you talking about?”

leah stutters out in an attempts to deny it all, but keira can see right through her, and is determined to get the truth out.

“don’t pretend leah, i know somethings up.”

leah sighs and looks down, avoiding kiera’s glare. she shrugs her shoulders lightly and appears similar to a child who’s got caught breaking the rules. she then reluctantly and awkwardly mutters

“yeah, i guess i’ve being seeing someone..”

keira’s stern gaze breaks as she excitedly sits down next to her friend and grabs her arms, flinging her about as she rapidly fires questions at her.

“who is it? what are they like? how long have you guys been together? are you being safe?”

leah looks mortified. she’s getting overwhelmed with the amount of questions that are being fired at her.

“keira, for gods sake, slow down! we’ve been together for almost a year now, and she treats me well.”

keira pauses her movements, looking at leah with her mouth agape.

“.. a YEAR?? who is she?”

——

“i’m so sorry, babe. i didn’t mean for this.”

leah feels incredibly guilty. she stares at you through the phone screen after relaying the earlier events to you. you’ve been quiet since she started telling you, appearing to be lost in thought. after leah’s fifth apology, it seems you snap out of your trance and smile at her.

“leah, honey, breathe. it’s okay, i’m not mad. it’s about time we started telling people.”

you truly mean it, you honestly feel quite relieved that she made the first move in telling her teammates, as you’ve been fairly close to cracking the news to your band mates yourself.

the thought of telling your band mates makes you nervous, you don’t know why. there’s nothing bad about your relationship. it’s not like you’re dating someone 29 years younger than you (looking at you, leo dicaprio) besides, they are lioness fans themselves and would most likely be elated at the news of you dating their team captain.

“i know, but i should’ve talked with you before-hand.”

leah secretly is filled with relief as well, she no longer has to hide her love from her friends. but it doesn’t make her feel any better about how she told them.

“you’re talking to me about it now, i think that’s enough.”

she shakes her head lightly, fighting off a smile. you always manage to cheer her up, no matter what. it’s as if you have super powers.

“i would’ve told you sooner, but keira’s loudmouth blabbed it to the rest of the team. i’ve been questioned all night.”

the minute she had free time, she’d facetimed you straight away. after she found out who leah was dating, keira’s shocked exclamation of your name definitely didn’t go unheard. her england teammates had hounded her with question after question about you and your relationship together.

you’re about to reply to her before she lets out a yawn. you check the time and realise it’s late into the night.

“go rest, sleepy. i’ll talk to rory and get her to speak to my other band mates for me. i’ll speak to you in the morning, okay? love you.”

she smiles at you sleepily as she mumbles

“love you too, goodnight..”

you end the call and take a deep breathe as you prepare to face your bandmate/roommate, rory. you and her have been inseparable for years. you always planned on telling her first out of your friends and family, you have the utmost trust for her and you’re hoping she’ll be understanding and not upset at you for hiding your relationship from her. you exhale slowly as you get up from your bed and knock on her door.

——

leah 💗:

‘my teammates want to meet you x’

the text almost instantaneously shoots anxiety through your veins. despite being a big fan of them, meeting leah’s teammates is an incredibly daunting thing. they intimidate the hell out of you.

y/n 🤍:

leah 💗:

‘baby it’s okay. if you’re not comfortable with it i’ll tell them no x’

yn 🤍:

‘no no. ofc i want to meet them, they’re just intimidating is all’

leah 💗:

‘aw babe you’re cute 🥰 they’re harmless. and i’ll stop them if they make u uncomfortable. promise x’

you both texted for a little while longer while agreeing that leah would come pick you up and take you to meet her teammates.

you told your band mates last night and it went down well. they were slightly hurt that you kept it from them but were mostly just excited for you and in shock that you managed to pull leah williamson herself. your train of thought is interrupted from the vibration of your phone, lighting up with a text from leah to let you know she’s outside.

she grins at you as you get into the passenger side of her car, leaning over to kiss you cheek.

“are you sure about this?”

she mumbles against your cheek, you can sense her nerves. she’s not nervous because she’s ashamed of you. she’s nervous because she can’t guarantee that her teammates will behave around you.

“i’m sure. i want to do this, it’s important to me.”

she smiles slightly at you, your words holding a great value to her. she then gives you one last kiss on the cheek before she starts the car and drives.

——

“girls, this is y/n. i’m sure you already know her, but please, be nice. she’s really important to me.”

leah’s grip on your hand tightens towards the end of her sentence as her sincerity shines through. it’s true, she cares about you enough to go to the ends of the earth for you.

“hi, it’s really good to meet you all. i’m a big fan.”

the rest of the girls sit there, disbelieving.

“YOU’RE a fan of US”

you chuckle sheepishly, using your freehand to play with the hem of your shirt nervously, one glance at the lionesses faces and you know you’re in for a tornado’s worth of questions. with a deep inhale, you smile and look at them.

“ask away.”

——

after being bombarded with question after question, the awkward and intense atmosphere has long left the room and you’re sat comfortable between leah and georgia. leah’s arm is wrapped comfortably and protectively around your shoulders, one glance at her face and you can see that she’s on cloud nine. all her favourite people are seamlessly bonding and she couldn’t be happier about it.

“let’s play a game!”

the loud voice of ella toone shouts, followed by the loud agreements of the lionesses. ella then excitedly follows up with a shout of ‘duck, duck goose’ but nobody else wants to play that. (ella hmu i wanna play duck duck goose with you so bad)

“y/n! if i win, i get to choose your next album cover!”

mary shouts, you smile at her and agree, feeling confident.

(you lost, now you have to explain to your band mates that mary earp’s is in charge of your next album cover.)

#leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson fanfic #woso fanfic #woso community #woso x reader #woso imagine #engwnt x reader #engwnt

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burntb4bydoll · 1 year

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Reunion segz with Bill maybe? Getting back together with him after a bad fight or maybe you’re his ex from his early tokio hotel days/you’re an ex member of the band 🤭🤭

I got another request very similar to this that i haven’t done yet so here you go lol!!

Bill Kaulitz x Reader

Summery: you see Bill at a party after not seeing him since you broke up

Warnings: unprotected sex, maybe a little bit of scratching, sappy reunion ngl, Bill being protective of you🤭 idfk you guy just have cute fluffy sex??

You walk into your friends house and are immediately hit with the scent of alcohol and weed. The house was dimly lit so you couldn’t really recognize anyone in the room. Sighing, you walk towards the kitchen. You weren’t necessarily in the partying mood, you really only came because your friend begged you to. Which you thought was kinda strange because usually they arent so insistent on making you come to things like this. And of course the person who invited you was no where to be found.

You took a step outside by the pool and thats when you saw him. Bill fucking Kaulitz, your ex boyfriend, standing by your friend and a couple random people. Now it makes sense why your friend wanted you to come so bad. You had just recently told them how you missed him. Bill looked away from whoever he was talking to and locked eyes with you. His eyes widened as he watched you from across the patio. God, you could just die right now. The way he’s looking st you like your the most beautiful being on the planet makes your heart beat faster.

“Hey y/n! Come over here!” Your friend called out. You felt your heart drop when you realized there was no hiding from him. He stared at you the whole time you were walking over. “Y/nnn im so glad you’re here, look did you see Bil-“ you cut them off by pulling them away from the scene.

“What the hell? Why didn’t you tell me he would be here?!” You whisper-yelled at your clearly drunk friend. They just laughed and handed you their drink.

“Y/n its fineee just have a drink and calm down!”

“Fine? F/n. I look like shit, and I am not anywhere near ready to see him without rethinking our whole break up-“

Someone slammed there body into yours, causing you to stumble into a nearby table. The person was clearly pissed off and drunk. They took a step towards you and you backed up.

“Watch it dumbass! Get the fuck out of the way next time!” Before you could say anything you saw someone come up behind the angry man and yank him away from you. No fucking way. It was Bill. You’re stomach erupted with butterflies when you saw how protective he still was over you.

“Don’t talk to her like that! You’re the one who can’t handle your fucking alcohol.” Your jaw dropped at his tone towards the other man. You hadn’t even talked to him since you guys broke up, and he still cares about you? You grabbed Bills arm and tugged on it a bit, trying to get his attention.

“Its ok, he’s just drunk he’s probably not even gonna remember this. Just calm down.” He let go of the guys shirt and gave him a shove in thr opposite direction. “Thank you. I would have been alright though Bill.” He clicks his tongue and looks down at you.

“Yeah well, I’m not gonna let anyone treat you like that. You don’t deserve it.” His voice comes out softer than you expected. You couldn’t help but smile at the sweet man in front of you. “Do you wanna go somewhere else and talk..?” He asked, shifting nervously.

“Um, yeah..yeah sure.” You tried to hide the shake in your voice as you followed him out of the backyard and up the stairs of your friends house. Once you reach your friends guest room, both of you step closer to each other. You can’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth

“Bill, I miss you..”

“Shit.. I miss you too.”

Neither of you moved. You just stood there, inches away from each other. Your eyes move from his to look at his lips until he grabbed your face and kissed you. You close your eyes and hum at the familiar feeling of his lips on yours. He pushes your body against the door, successfully keeping you in place.

“Missed you so bad Bill. Feels so lonely without you.” You mumbled against his lips. Bill softly moans at your words.

“I never stopped loving you honey. ‘Could never love someone else the way I love you. Your my soulmate.” You could hear the genuineness of his words. You whimper quietly, trying to hold back tears. “Hey, hey no. Don’t cry sweetheart, I’m here now. I can’t let you go again.” You pull him back down to kiss you again, running your hands through his soft hair. He spread your legs with his knee and lifts it up to rest against your clothed heat. (I actually hate that im sorry) You let out a shocked gasp and put your arms around his neck to support yourself.

“Bill please, ‘want you so bad. I need you.” You use the most sweet tone, hoping to convince him to not tease you. He smiles widely and laughs a little.

“Ok, ok hun, are you sure? I don’t want this to be something you regret.” His giggly tone faded into a concerned one. You lean up to kiss the corner of his lips,

“Of course I’m sure Bill. Fuck, I mean I’ve thought about this every day since we broke up.” His smile returned and he kisses your forehead.

“Lets get these and pants off of you you, yeah?” You giggled and nodded watching him pull down your pants and underwear. He slipped his hand between your legs and groaned. “Shit, you really did miss me.” He teases, knowing damn well he’s just as needy for you. He pulls his hand away from you and pulled his own pants off. He goes to take off your shirt but you stop him,

“No, no just fuck me please. I need to feel you now.” You whine to him, practically begging.

“Alright sweetie calm down, I got you.” He picks you up, making you wrap your legs around his hips. He lined his tip up with your entrance and leaves little kisses on your face as he pushes into you. You groan and dig your nails into his shoulder. He doesn’t even let you catch your breath before thrusting his hips into yours.

“God you feel so good! Needed your dick inside me so bad!” You moan, not even caring about how desperate you sound.

“I know, I missed this fucking pussy. So perfect for me, so so perfect.” Both of you were basically high off of each other’s presence, having been so close for so long then not seeing each other for months. He speeds up his thrusts and grips your hips tightly. You feel euphoric, running your hands all over his body, trying to feel every part of him.

“B-bill I’m gonna~ shit I’m so close please don’t stop!” You yelped, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Shhh. Its ok honey, cum for me, please. Please cum.” Both of you were begging for each other, but neither of you felt any shame. You both knew you were meant for each other. You arch your back and let your orgasm rush through you. Bill whimpers at the feeling and his hips stutter. He finishes inside you and you are both left panting and groaning.

“Would you please take me back y/n?”

#bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel smut #tokio hotel fanfic #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz x reader #georg listing x reader #gustav schafer x reader

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iridescent-petrichor · 3 months

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silence feels better with you, chapter four

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: Reader goes on a date and he's kinda gross

Words: 2.2K

A/N: hiii! i'm back lol, i got hit with writer's block then a wave of college stuff, but i'm super excited about the next two chapters so those should be out sooner than later!!

Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

Four and a half months since the breakup.

It was only a little over a month since you’d last seen JJ. Since he disappeared before you woke up. Since you were left alone to pick up the pieces of your broken heart.

Again.

You had tried to move on.

While you still hadn’t blocked his number, you’d done good on not texting or calling him.

Kiara helped as much as she could. You spent most nights at her house, struggling to forget the memories of your ex-boyfriend.

She brought you along to parties – ones that she knew JJ wasn’t going to, neither of you wanting to deal with an awkward run-in. She even encouraged you to go on a date with a guy who asked you out at one of the parties you’d been to. Some kook named Trevor that had given you his number after having a few drinks.

After spending hours debating on what to wear, you were stood in front of your floor-length mirror. There was a pile of clothes on your bed, a testament to how many options you’d gone through before deciding on a simple dress you’d gotten a few weeks ago. You triple-checked your appearance, adjusting the dress slightly when you heard a car horn outside.

With your stomach in knots, you grabbed your bag and made your way out to the car Trevor sat in.

Part of you couldn’t help but remember all the times JJ had picked you up for dates, knocking at your door and waiting with a fistful of flowers he’d swiped from your neighbor’s gardens and a snarky comment about how expensive bouquets are. He’d open the passenger side door for you, pressing a kiss to your cheek before shutting it and getting into the driver’s seat.

You pushed the thoughts away, opening the door and sitting in the passenger seat of Trevor’s expensive car with a forced smile. He glanced up and down at your dress, grinning in a way that made you tug the hem down slightly to cover your thighs.

“Ready?” He asked, already starting to drive off.

“Yeah.” You said quietly, your gaze turning to stare outside the window, not listening as Trevor began to rant about the restaurant he was taking you to. All you gathered was that it was expensive, but you really weren’t able to focus on what he was saying as you watched your house grow smaller in the distance.

He had barely parked the car before he was heading into the building, leaving you to trail behind him, almost jogging to catch up with him. You glanced up at the name of the restaurant, remembering that JJ had worked here for a few months before “moving on” to a new job – which was always how he phrased it when he got fired.

When you walked in, you were directed to your table, sitting across from Trevor with a practiced smile.

You spent most of the date silent, letting Trevor ramble on about anything and everything he wanted to, realizing more and more that this wouldn’t go further than one night. Every little aspect of his personality contrasted so much with JJ's that it almost gave you whiplash. Where JJ was attentive and caring, always watching your mood and making sure you were comfortable and enjoying yourself, Trevor barely acknowledged you, far too focused on himself to notice you.

You tuned back into the conversation when he was in the middle of talking about how his parents had lowered his monthly allowance, gesturing wildly as he explained how cruel it was for them to do that to him.

“I mean, it’s insane, right?” He continued angrily while you picked at your food with your fork. “I mean, what do they think, I’m a pogue?”

You bristled at the comment but stayed silent. Nodding numbly, you forced a smile that didn’t quite meet your eyes – not that he was even looking at you.

When he reached across the table to grab your hand, you jolted backward, the chair scraping against the wood flooring as you stood abruptly.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” You mumbled as you grabbed your bag, rushing off to the back of the restaurant. He hadn’t followed you, and if he said anything, you weren’t listening.

Once you made it to the bathrooms, you glance back at the table where Trevor’s sitting. The waitress had come by, and even from where you stood, you could see he was chatting her up.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips, fishing your phone out of your bag and scrolling through your contacts, writing off each and every person on the list. Half of them were asleep, out of town, at work-

JJ’s name was suddenly staring you straight in the face, your thumb hovering over his contact. It felt like a cruel twist of fate knowing that he was the only one you knew would be able to help you. He always was.

You shot one more quick glance back to your date before you sighed again, pressing the call button.

It didn’t even take two rings before he picked up.

“Hello?” You relaxed a little at JJ’s voice, only now realizing how tense you’d been the entire night.

“Hey, uh-” Suddenly, you faltered, embarrassed. “Can you... come pick me up?”

JJ forced out a weak chuckle, hoping his laugh didn’t sound as strained as it felt. “What, did your car break down again?”

“No.” You said quickly, cringing at how defensive you sounded. “I’m just… on a date. And the guy is a real shithead and I just can’t-”

“You’re on a date?” JJ interrupted, and you swore there was at least an ounce of bitterness in his tone.

You fell silent, hesitating. “JJ-”

“You’re calling your ex on a date?” In an instant, the bitterness is gone, replaced with JJ’s signature smugness.

“JJ.” Your voice is more firm than you expected, and he goes quiet instantly. “Please, can you just pick me up?”

There’s a short pause that makes your heart sink. A few seconds pass where you think you’ve finally lost JJ for good.

“Send me your location.”

Sneaking around to the entrance of the restaurant didn’t prove difficult, especially considering how distracted Trevor was by the waitress.

You took a seat on a bench just outside, watching happy couples leaving their romantic dinner dates that surely went better than yours. Each pair that left the restaurant made you deflate even more, practically turning green with envy at how in love they all seemed.

JJ’s headlights stopping in front of the restaurant finally shifted your focus, though your mood was no better when you climbed into the car.

He gives you a tight-lipped grin, glancing at you.

“You good?” He asked gently.

“Yeah.” You adjusted yourself as you sat down, buckling your seatbelt. “Let’s just go.”

He nodded, staring at you for a moment, waiting until you were fully settled before shifting back into drive and starting to pull out of the parking lot.

“That a new dress?” JJ asked quietly, breaking the thick silence that had begun to grow between you two.

You glanced down at the dress, suddenly shy about your outfit. “Yeah.”

He paused for a bit, staring straight at the road.

“You’re too good for him.”

You turn to him, taken aback. “JJ-”

“Who was it?” His voice is tight, and you know him well enough to see with the way his jaw was clenched that he was barely restraining his jealousy.

He won’t like your answer. You know he won’t.

“Uh… His name’s Trevor-”

“Not the kook.” JJ’s voice is much sharper. “Don’t tell me you stooped that fuckin’ low.”

You sighed, defeated. There was no argument you could form in your mind, and the awful date proved just how justified JJ was in hating kooks like Trevor.

JJ sighed too, not looking at you, keeping his eyes focused on the road ahead. Part of you wishes he would, but the rational part of you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle the intensity of his gaze right now.

“So you’re moving on?” He asked, his soft voice contrasting with the way he was white-knuckling the steering wheel. Part of you wanted to laugh at the question, wanting to remind him of the irony that he felt the need to ask that when you were sat in his car instead of your own date’s.

“Aren’t you?” You risked a glance towards him. It had been over four months since the breakup, surely he’d hooked up with half the tourists on the island by now.

He didn’t respond, turning onto the street where your house is.

The silence between the two of you was thicker than ever as JJ parked the car in your driveway. He turned to you, shifting slightly in the driver’s seat so he could face you better.

“Are you okay?”

You looked up at him, blinking in surprise. “Of course I am.”

JJ sighed, mumbling something under his breath before focusing on you again. “Just- was he weird or anything? How bad was he that you needed to call me?”

“He was just another rich asshole, JJ, it was no big deal.” You said quietly, looking down at your lap, fidgeting with your hands to avoid thinking about how close he is to you again.

“If it was no big deal, you wouldn’t have called me.” He said, still staring you down.

“JJ-” You look up at him, but the serious look in his eyes made you drop your gaze back down. “It was just… a bad date. And he was my ride home. I wasn’t really the biggest fan of riding in a car with him afterward.”

He’s quiet for a long time, watching you.

“Come on, I’ll walk you inside.”

You didn’t have time to protest before he was already climbing out of the car, moving around to the passenger side to open the door for you. Silent, you followed him inside, the rational part of your brain screaming at you to tell him to just go home, to not indulge in letting your ex into your house again.

He pulled out his keychain, unlocking the front door with the spare key you’d given him years ago, even before you were dating. You hadn’t even realized he kept it.

“Your parents home?” He asked, pushing the door open and stepping into the dark house.

You shook your head, shutting the front door behind you as you walked in. “Out of town.”

With a nod, he went up the stairs to your room. Once inside, he glanced at you again, quickly looking away with a bitter laugh. “It really is a nice dress.”

You laughed weakly, adjusting the dress slightly with a sheepish smile. “Yeah, it kinda went to waste.” It was almost suffocating talking to JJ now. You weren’t sure what was right to say or what was crossing a line.

“Nah.” JJ smiled, shaking his head. “Least I got to see it, right?”

You smiled back, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Hey,” He tapped your arm, noticing the way you had deflated. He was always so observant. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just… frustrating night.” You said with a halfhearted nod.

JJ could see the pain in your eyes, frowning. He wanted to tell you it was okay, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to lie, so he said the only words his mind grasped onto.

“I’m here.”

You didn’t have the heart to explain to him how painful it was having him here. That it hurt that he was comforting you when the reason you’d even gone on this stupid date was because JJ broke up with you. You just wanted to pretend he was still yours, but it was getting harder and harder to pretend.

“I know.” You whispered. That was the worst part. That he was here. You knew he wouldn’t be here once the veil lifted. He’d be gone by morning again.

It felt like JJ was able to read your mind, because you heard him sigh, hanging his head low. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

JJ waited a few moments before he picked his head up and glanced around the room, taking a breath. “I should head home.”

“I know.” You said again.

“Stop saying that.” He said with a bitter laugh.

You laughed weakly in return. “Sorry.”

There was another tense silence between you, with JJ glancing at the door, then at you, then at the floor. Anything to keep him from staring at you for too long.

“Goodnight.” You managed to choke out, knowing he was gonna leave either way.

JJ didn’t respond at first, looking back to you for a few moments before he spoke. “Goodnight.”

You kept your gaze on the ground even after you heard his footsteps fading, and your bedroom door shutting behind him seconds later, finally leaving you in the quiet of your bedroom.

Alone again.

#jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader

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fireflyskywalker00 · 6 months

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Hi! This prompt is top tier! 👌I’m really bad at flirting irl, thankfully writing comes a lot easier to me, lol! NSFW below the cut! Minors dni!

Summary: You and Luke attend a formal ball, however, you have your heart set on seducing the Jedi Knight.

Warnings: Smut, this is filthy, reader has female parts, fingering, I can’t think of anymore warnings…

Music fills your ears as you walk into the ballroom. You and Luke had been invited to a formal ball on some distant planet as a thank you for saving them from pirates. Though a party wasn’t exactly worth the risk, you were grateful for the free food.

Luke and yourself were dressed for the occasion. Your hosts were kind enough to let you borrow formal outfits for the ball. You wore a black silk dress, and Luke wore a black suit and tie.

You couldn’t keep your eyes off Luke, he looked extremely handsome in the suit. Every time you pulled your eyes away from him they would naturally wonder back to him. You and Luke had known each other for awhile, you figured being a Jedi he wouldn’t be affected by flirting. Maybe, just maybe… you could still shoot your shot…

You stood near the buffet, picking at some of the interesting looking foods. You see Luke talking with someone, a Duke, perhaps. Luke looks bored, doing the bare minimum to be polite. Luke excuses himself from the conversation and walks over to you.

“Having fun?” You ask sarcastically. Luke let’s out an exaggerated sigh,

“That was the most boring conversation I have ever had.” Luke grabs a piece of fruit from the buffet. This is your chance to flirt with him…

In a low seductive tone you ask, “Maybe I can entertain you…?” Luke goes silent, his cheeks starting to flush. He tries to say something, anything, but he is speechless.

You didn’t expect him to react, let alone be speechless. You smile to yourself, and grab a piece of fruit. Luke watches you take a small slow bite. You fully intended it to look sensual. You stare at him with doe eyes as you take another sensual bite. Luke’s mind goes wild. He tries to compose himself, but all he can think about you and that piece of fruit.

Luke takes a deep breath and does his best to compose himself. It’s his turn now… His eyes slowly go over your figure, his eyes lock onto yours, his voice now low and sultry…

“I forgot to mention how stunning you look…” You blush at his words, thankful he didn’t reject your advances.

You return the compliment, “You don’t look half bad yourself.” Luke steps closer, your eyes stare at each other’s lips. The music gets louder, reminding both of you that your in a public area.

Luke takes your hand, “Would you like to take this somewhere private?” He asks hoping he isn’t being too forward. You find yourself nodding your head, desperate to take this elsewhere.

Luke leads you out of the ballroom, though he isn’t sure where he’s going, he finds an empty room. It seems to be an office or study room, is doesn’t matter which. It’s quiet and it’s empty.

Luke quickly turns his attention back to you, he hold both your hands. Neither of you are quite sure what to say. The two of you stand close, eyes staring into each other’s. Your faces move close, once again staring at his lips. You close your eyes and leaning in, gently placing a kiss on his lips.

You pull back slowly, determining his reaction. Luke quickly leans back in kissing you, his hands find their way to your waist keeping you close. The two of you kiss passionately, your fingers run through his hair to the back of his head.

Luke picks you up by your waist and sits you down on the desk, without breaking the kiss. His hands start caressing your arms feeling your soft, smooth skin. Luke couldn’t believe he was kissing someone as beautiful as you, meanwhile, you couldn’t believe that you actually seduced the handsome Jedi knight.

Luke moved his mouth from your lips to your jaw, slowly making his way down to your neck. You let out a slight gasp at the feeling of his lips on your neck. In retaliation, you unbutton his suit jacket and pull it off his arms with some help.

Luke continues his assault on your neck, trying to find your sweet spot. Your hands undo his tie when you gasp. Luke found where your neck is most sensitive, he begins to lightly suck the skin, just enough to gage your reaction. When you don’t stop him, he begins to suck harder, wanting to leave a deep purple bruise.

After he is satisfied with his work of art, Luke’s kisses begin to move further down, reaching your collarbone. His hands find the zipper on the back of your dress, “May I?” He asks before taking it off. You nod your head, “Yes,” you say in a hushed tone. Luke unzips your dress and slips it off your shoulders revealing your bare chest.

Luke’s eyes express what can only be describe as amazement, he couldn’t believe how beautiful you were. Your hands started fidgeting with his shirt buttons, Luke got the hint and took off his shirt revealing his toned chest. His years of training showed, and you appreciated the sight. Your desire for him grew, you couldn’t wait any long, and neither could he…

You slip your dress off the rest of your body, and Luke took off his belt and pants. The two of you were now desperate for each other. Luke’s hands caress the hem of your panties, “May I?” You nod your head.

“Please…” You say breathlessly. Luke pulls your panties off your legs, and caress your thighs. Your breathing becomes labored, you wanted him so bad. Luke’s hand wander to your pussy, running a finger along your folds.

“You’re so wet…” He comments. Finger finds your clit and circles it, his other hand finds your hole, slipping a finger inside. “So tight…” He whispers. You moan at the sensation, your hands grip whatever you can find.

Luke’s rubs your clit with his thumb while slipping another finger into you. He starts fingering you slowly, you already close to climax. “Faster, please.” You beg him for release, and he complies. His fingers work faster, curling at that right spot. You moan loudly, you feel the coil inside you snap. Luke works you through your orgasm, lengthening your bliss.

After you regain your senses you see Luke smiling at you with awe. You already know it’s going to be a long night…

#Luke Skywalker smut #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker imagines #star wars imagines #star wars smut

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impyssadobsessions · 1 year

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Phoenix Down

T w T story wouldn't leave my head for months so i wrote it instead of new chapters LOL but I hope y'all like it too~ Here's an excerpt below ~

The rain. It didn't matter where it rained or how heavy, Dick didn't like it. It made jumping off buildings more risky, visibility low, wrecks more likely to happen, and worse of all... it made him panic. Every time he was caught out in the rain, he felt his chest tighten. An uneasy chill in his spine that wouldn't go away. His stomach would churn and it took all his mental power to focus on anything else. This time wasn't any different. Or at least he thought. He stood perched on the edge of a rooftop, staring down below at the lights blurred by the heavy rain and mist. He was doing everything in his willpower to focus on the few moving lights. Keeping his mind blank as his hair stuck to his face. Just a few more hours, and then it will be time to head home. To a warm shower, and cool bed. Just to wake up in a couple hours and head off to his day job. No rest for the wicked nor for the vigilantes that fight them, as they say. Well, as they should say. Dick flinched, as his eyes saw movement in corner of his eye. There was a grayed out figure on the rooftop of one of the abandon buildings below. Small and staggering. He furrowed his brows watching the figure, as it stumbled closer to the edge of the roof. No. That's not good. Dick stood up from his perch, he took a step back and leapt forward off the roof, diving to the building below. He curled his body in the air to flip himself around, using his grappling hook to grab onto the billboard sign just above the building. Slowing his descent and landing onto the rooftop with a roll. The figure seemed startled as it fell back onto its bum. Water splashing as they hissed in pain. Nightwing smiled apologetically, as he took in the other's form, now that he could see it better. He couldn't be older than fifth-teen if he was being generous, though he looked closer to thirteen or twelve even. His hair was black and scruffy, and his eyes were piercing blue. Striking and clear despite the heavy fog and mist. He wore a torn hoodie, holding his arm to his chest. It was bandaged with ripped fabric. Presumably, from another article of clothing. A backpack was slung around one arm, looking just as worn as the rest of him. “Sorry for dropping in, but you look like you could use a hand.” Nightwing forced a grin, kneeling down as he offered his hand out to the boy. He didn't mean to scare the kid. Just to stop him from potentially dropping himself. He half-expected to be cussed at, after all, Nightwing was not well liked here. Neither was any vigilante. Instead, he was greeted with an annoyed glare, and quick wit. “I already have two, thanks.” The scruffy teen showing off his hands, letting go of his injured wrist for a moment. He then hissed in pain and returned to put pressure on his injury.

“One and a half.” Dick pointed out, still keeping his distance. He didn't want to overwhelm the teen, but he really hoped he let him look at his arm. “An extra pair, wouldn't hurt?” “No thanks, I can make do with less.” The teen scooted back from him, before shifting to get up on his knees. His feet ready to push himself up and run if need be. “Doesn't mean you have too.” He couldn't let him run away. His eyes glanced back at the injured arm. Nightwing offered, “At least let me clean up your arm.” The boy glared at him suspiciously, keeping his injured arm to his chest. “Its fine.” “The fabric is soaked in blood.” Dick pointed out, which seemed to be the wrong answer as the kid panicked down at his arm, hiding it away from him. Strange. Nightwing peered, trying to get a better look at the arm. At least he knows it wasn't self-inflicted by the way he reacted. Or at the very least, not intentionally created to be as bad as it was. Maybe he was running away from the gangs? They didn't have any problem hunting down a teen who was struck with bad luck, or anyone really. If only he could inch.. just a little.. closer-

The teen glared at him, moving back even more. Nightwing held up his hands, with a sheepish grin. “I concede.”

Way to mess up. He had to be patient. Think. “So water wing, why did you come up here all by yourself?” “Water wing?” The teen repeated with a raised brow. “It's raining, and you're holding your arm like a broken wing.” Dick tried to explain, when really he was just trying to think of what to call him on the spot. He doubted “kid” would receive a good reaction. “Unless you have a name for me to use?” “That's fowl.” The teen stuck his tongue out, but his response made Dick grin. “A real quack way of asking who the heck are you. Normally people, I don't know, start with their own name before they ask someone else's.” Name. He could do that. “Nightwing. I'm here to help you.” Dick held out his hand, hoping the teen take it.. or at least shake it. The teen raised a brow at the hand, then stared hard at Dick's face. His face trying to hold back showing his expression, as his mouth stressed trying to keep in place as he thought. Then his eyes widened, muttering. “Duck.” “Duck?” Nightwing uttered before he could register what the Teen meant. “Not so far off. It is a waterfow- “No. DUCK!” the teen lunged forward into Nightwing.- read rest on a03

#dick grayson #nightwing #danny fenton #danny phantom #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #crossover #fanfic #ao3 #phoenix down #was gonna wait til I had more chapters ready but T w T i couldn't LOL

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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Helloo can you imagine baby akashi sibs like sick?or had high fever?? And takeomi and senju they had to take care of him like he just want his big bro sanzu and instead he got them so he just cry until big bro sanzu home

Hoooohooo

This is like crack to me lol

I hope you enjoy!

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Senju and Takeomi didn't know what to do, little (name) had come down with a nasty flu and was crying helplessly for Sanzu.

"Shhh it's ok (name)! Big sis Senju is here!" Senju said trying to console the one year old who was sobbing uncontrollably in her arms, he felt gross and not great and just wanted his big bro!

"Zuuuzuuuu!" He cried out helplessly, coughing and dizzy as he lay helplessly.

Senju and Takeomi had always left the responsibilities of (name) to Sanzu so they didn't know how to relax the poor boy when he was loosing his mind like this.

"(Name), you gotta calm down! He's not here!" Takeomi said raising his voice, only scaring poor (name) who cried harder "look what you did! Shhh (name) he will be home soon!" Senju said as she kicked takeomi in the knees "want zuzu!" (Name) said before another round of coughing came "let's take your medicine! Look if has (cartoon) on it! And it's (flavor(!" Senju said trying to appease the boy who smacked the spoon away from him when it got close, sending the syrup everywhere.

Neither sibling knew what to do, they knew if they spent more time with the boy they would.

Instead they always left the responsibilities to Sanzu, the teenager always taking him to appointments and playdates and park trips.

He was (name)s favorite and the baby made it very known.

"Fuck it! We're taking him to Sanzu!" Takeomi growled out and took the poor boy who perked up at his words "zuzu...?" He asked hopefully and Takeomi nodded as he walked out, Senju following.

They walked to the shrine, baby bag and medicine in tow as the cool air felt good on (name)s hot skin and the boy relaxed slightly but was still teary and coughing, very stressed from crying and feeling not good.

"What are you guys doing here?" Mikey said seriously before glancing down at pocket Akashi who was red in the face and sniffling, eyes bleary as the rest of Toman turned to look at the Akashi siblings as Sanzu stood to see what was happening "ZUUZUU!" (name) cried out, new wave of tears rolling down his face as he reached out to his favorite brother "he wouldn't stop crying" takeomi said as he passed little (name) over to Sanzu, the poor baby boy clinging desperately to Sanzus uniform and crying "zuzu..."

"Well I can handle him now, you two are to incompetent to take care of him" he should have known they wouldn't be able to, not like they could before.

"We tried our best!" Senju said tried to defend but Sanzu just glared "and look where they lead you, I don't want to argue infront of him" Sanzu said turning and walking back to the meeting with poor (name) who snuggled into him as his siblings left defeated.

"Oh poor thing! He looks terrible!" Mitsuya said as Sanzu sat down and opened the baby bag, pulling out a blanket from it and putting over the boy to keep him warm and comfy "Of course they forgotten the medicine" Sanzu grumbled and Mikey glanced at him before looking at Chifuyu "Chifuyu and Baji, go get baby medicine" he ordered and Sanzu spoke up "and a small bar of chocolate, nothing else just chocolate" he specified and the two went off to collect.

"Why chocolate?" Draken asked with a raised eyebrow "to combat the flavor of the medicine"

(Name) took his medicine with much less of a fuss and passed out in his brothers lap, pacifier in mouth as the meeting continued.

"He really loves you huh?" Mikey said after the meeting ended, watching the sleeping baby cling to his brother "I'm the only one who cares for him" Sanzu said as he wiped the sweat off (name)s forehead with a wet wipe and moved the blanket slightly to cool him off "they really just pawn him off to you?" Smiley said in slight disbelief "that's fucking uncool"

"Well at least he knows he only needs me at the end of the day"

"And Toman"

Sanzu looked up and met mikeys gaze "he has Toman behind him no matter what" Sanzu was a bit shocked at this but thankfully the mask hid most of his expression "you can come over for dinner, grandpa and Emma are making stew tonight...heard it's good for babies"

"Sure..."

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #sanzu x male reader #haruchiyo sanzu x reader

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liauditore · 8 months

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Pssst if you’re still doing the shipping bingo, how would team rancher/solidaritek fill your bingo board?

OFC. RANCHERSSS ALWAYS AND FOREVER 😭😭

ok but.. real talk i think ranchers is like. my number two "I actually ship this no strings or footnotes attached" ship right after ethubs.

I am usually not one to be moved by ships that are just "they are fun and healthy together and love eachother" but oh GOD the ranchers. See I think the thing is they just.. make sense for eachother even if you don't expect it until the point they realise they're soulmates.

Jimmy's situation has been talked about to hell and back at this point but Tango is also very out of his element in the life series. He says himself that pvp is not his specialty and he doesn't have the time or resources to make his skill set shine. So he ends up either somewhat ignored or outcasted for most of the games. (<-- fyi fun fact this is where the whole 'mech pilot tango' idea came from lol. i feel like he'd have a dva-style mech outside of the life series)

In particular i LOVE his relationship with team BEST and I NEED desperately to talk abt it more. the way he's constantly talked over by his own teammates, intimidated, asked to sacrifice his own lives for their sake, "tango's Easy", etc. etc.

‘Cause inside, nothing’s fine It should be clear to prying eyes But I won’t let the feelings See the light So tell me, why should I even try? I’m frozen away in time

(Koala, Will Stetson)

They both have this habit of hiding their own insecurities behind a facade of boisterousness, but no matter how much either of them puff out their chests and raise their voices, their message of "please take me seriously" never seems to get through.

The Ranchers are just.. two losers against the world. and they inspire confidence within the other that they can't find in themselves. and yes the world forces them apart but you can Feel that influence they've had on one another in the background.

Guess I went and caved I wonder, is there another way? Because I want to believe That one day I’ll be okay So now, I’ll give it another try I can finally see with a clearer mind Even if the bumps in the road Might try to stop me, Still it’ll be alright Keeping it inside Isn’t clearing up the sky So you tighten your hand in mine Following the light like a cute Koala Laughing in stride

Plus I, uh... Unhinged but I have this thing with the life smp where there's this running theme throughout the story about how it doesn't really matter who wins or who dies first.

Because for every epic battle and every tear-jerking death there was fun and laughter and stupid, trivial drama before and in between and those little moments may not be as memorable or written down in history but they're what makes the series enjoyable. Yes, we're all gonna die, but isn't it cool that we laughed with eachother and made dumb jokes and adopted a frog and said "I love you" on the way there?

j-just like real life. life smp. evangelion moment im sorry

Though both of us will die one day Though this life is useless anyway When you’re here by my side, you make me feel like it’ll be okay And yet we laughed despite it all At this life which has no meaning at all Two lonely and broken souls leaning on each other’s sides I’m glad that you’re you, that I’m me, and for us two I’m kinda glad that you’re evil too When the day starts anew, hope I spend it with you I’m glad that I fell in love with you

(I'm Glad You're Evil Too, Rachie/Anthong translyrics)

The Ranchers epitomize that.

They are doomed. They both know this, I think. Neither of them can fight, they're left begging for scraps by session 2, no one on the server takes either of them seriously and they lost a life literally like 10 minutes into the first episode.

But they built a home together, raised livestock, stood up for eachother. and they were happy together.

and isn't that what really matters?

and neither of them are even aware of how much they really meant to the other one. the game ends. tango tells jimmy to go home. go. they certainly don't break up to the extent of Some Other Pairings In This Series but i like to think tango distances himself, thinking jimmy would be happier with his friends and not stuck with him. jimmy thinks the same. but they still wave hi and call eachother rancher and now they're running a salad restaurant together or something i guess.

It's just.. everything that gets the two of them condemned and made fun of in their other relationships is what's Celebrated in theirs. They can just be themselves, mistakes and silliness and imperfections at all, with no pressure to perform amazing feats and make amazing stuff and I think that's great.

um yeah i like ranchers.

#asks #ask games #team rancher #solidaritek #trafficshipping #RANCHIESSSSSSSS #i think theres alot of fics of tango 'rescuing' jimmy which are. amazing. mwah #but i think it bears saying that jimmy rlly did rescue tango too #and both of them did it completely on accident #the way everyone was egging tango on to get revenge on scar after the ranch burnt down #and jimmy was the ONLY voice in there telling him to calm down #and jimmy's voice was the one he heard.#soz im unwell #gn ranchers *tucks them into bed*

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littlesugarwords · 8 months

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I would die for some Luke, Pete, and Nick x reader (separate, romantic) of them getting separated in a dire situation, and readers "last words" being some variation of "find me in the next life in case I don't make it" or "please allow me to become your wife in the next life" but the MAKE IT n meet again later on and they're like "Soo..." :3 idk!!! Lol

omg omg omg omg you’re killing me here I LOVE THIS.

these are gonna be longer so check them out under the cut :) these took me so long to craft omg

Luke: “Damnit,” Luke drilled his fist into the dirt. The burning in his lungs didn’t seem to matter anymore. “Luke, you couldn't have--” “I know.” Luke snapped, refusing to lift his head. It had all happened too fast for any of them to see it. A wall crumbled, splitting their group in two. The groups scrambled, attempting to move mounds of cement, sharp wood, and dangerous debris. The moment they spotted each other through the wall, Luke and Y/N sighed. “Thank God,” they said in sync. But, like a curse, the wall groaned on Luke’s side. The growls of approaching walkers loomed. Their eyes snapped back together. “We can work fast.” “Y/N,” Luke said, trying to stop them. “It took us this long to get this far. We don’t have enough time.” “No.” Y/N attempted to claw at the rubble, wanting to break down the wall, but Luke’s desperate pleading made them stop. “Y/N, please.” He said, eyes wide. He was terrified. Y/N was too. They both knew. “Just,” he groaned, feeling as though his heart was falling apart inside him. “Just, please,” he took a deep breath. “Just be my wife. In our next lives. Alright?” Y/N eyes widened, tears swelling. Before they could speak, the wall crumbled, entrapping Luke and his group within the infested area. Y/N collapsed and creamed, hearing the muffled ground and wails from the other side. The world was so silent and loud at the same time. Y/N was broken.

It has been months, but it feels like years. Every day dragged on, and the unknown was eating Y/N alive. Knowing that they left Luke back there? That they left those monsters to eat him alive while they just stood there? On the other side of a wall listening? They hated themselves for letting it happen. But then, out of nowhere one day, wandering in the woods for firewood, their group heard something. Just as quickly as Y/N’s group aimed, a voice called out through the brush. “Y/N?” They turned, and locked eyes with Luke, only a few feet away, standing in the rocky forest path. “Luke?” They took a step forward - or tried to - but collapsed to their knees, eyes welling up. Luke darted for them, abandoning every weapon he was holding. He crashed to his knees, enveloping his arms around Y/N, eyes teary and chest tight. Y/N clamored at his back, clutching his shirt. “Am I dreaming?” Y/N asked, throat tightening. “No,” Luke hushed, stroking at their back and hair. “It’s real.” After a beat of weepy sobs and tight clutches, Luke spoke. “Do you remember what I asked?” He whispered into the side of their hair, fingers brushing through it. Y/N laughed and nodded, tears already rolling. “Of course I do.” Was all they could whisper back, pulling away to hold his face in their hands. They had barely finished what they were saying before Luke crashed his lips onto theirs.

Nick: Nick knew they were in a pinch, but this time? This time it was really bad. The shack they were staying in was starting to crumble from the weight of walkers outside, and the two were backed into a - literal - corner. They had members of their group reaching from the other side of the cabin, both branching off in entirely different directions. Neither of them had any idea where each of them were going, but they knew it wasn’t going to be together. “Y/N,” he said, calling them the nickname he had always called them - a way he tried to build rapport when they were new to the group - when he felt Y/N’s panicked and knowing gaze settle on him. Nick gulped. “Wait for me in the next life, okay?” Y/N felt a wail swell in their throat. Before they knew it, Nick felt a tug on his arm, ripping him out of the shack, just as a desperate “Please!” ripped from his lips. They didn’t offer him a chance to slow down or stop. Suddenly, Y/N was gone, and Nick, once again, felt like his heart had been abandoned in the snow.

Nick had turned into a ghost of himself in the years that passed. He wandered meaninglessly - like a ghost - wherever what remained of their group wanted to go. It wasn’t until they caught wind of a survivors camp based a few miles off that Nick would eventually feel some sense of joy again. The moment they were allowed in, they were scoured for bites or infections. The moment they passed through, they were to be given rooming assignments. That process was run by Y/N. The two turned around, as if fate had placed them there, and locked eyes. The two stared in silence as the shocked murmurs fluttered around them. “It’s you?” Nick asked, dumbfounded. Y/N slowly smiled, shaking their head in disbelief. “Only if that’s you,” Y/N said softly. It felt as though they didn’t hesitate any time before wrapping each other up in their arms. Nick even swung them off the ground, burying his face into their neck. His wish had come true. It was a new life - for the both of them - and they had waited for each other. ‘Do you remember--” “Yes,” was all Nick said, before leaning in for a kiss.

Pete: Their last moments were brief, fleeting, but devastating. Y/N reached out, attempting to grab his hand and pull him up onto the landing. A swarm of walkers lurched on below, but the rest of the group was pleading for Y/N to hurry. More were on their floor, closing in, and they didn’t have much time. “Hun,” Pete said, voice low. Despite the noise, it felt like it was just the two of them. “Just let me be with you, still, in your next life. Okay? Wait for me.” Y/N’s eyes slowly widened, putting the pieces together. “Pete--” Suddenly, the balcony gave way, and Y/N’s was yanked back before they could crumble with it. Pete, luckily, managed to snag onto a loose pole, clinging to a nearby loft, and managed to avoid the warm below. Somehow, he had managed to get away, to escape death one time. Possibly, one last time. But now, fleeing from the crumbling building, he glanced around and saw no one. Once again, he was alone.

It had been almost a year since the incident, and Pete became a changed man. A hardened man. Prior to losing Y/N, he was good at rolling with the punches. After losing them, it was as though Pete couldn’t bear to fight anymore. The light had long left his eyes, until one rainy day in the fall. They were taking cover in an abandoned gas station and hears rustling in the back. Weapons armed, their small group started forward. “We don’t want any trouble,” “Please,” a weak voice wavered from the back. Pete’s head snapped up. “Neither do I.” Wait. The gears were turning for Pete. Wait. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, Pete abandoned his gun and stormed into the back. “Pete!” The group called, astounded as to his reckless behavior. He threw the door to the back room open and there, on the floor, was Y/N. They were drenched in water, shaking from head to toe, and meekly glanced up at - what they thought - was to be a stranger. Their eyes widened the instant they met Pete’s. “Y/N?” He asked, voice breathy. Reality was coming to him slowly, bit by bit, then crashing into him one by one. He threw himself to his knees, wrapping the freezing human in his arms. “Oh my God,” he breathed, clutching their back and hair. “I can’t believe I found you.” “I thought you were dead,” Y/N managed out between shaky breaths. Pete pulled away, holding their arms, studying them. “You’re freezing,” he said under his breath, ripping his coat off and wrapping it tightly around them. “Pete,” Y/N said softly, calling to him as loudly as they could. “I waited. Pete smiled, misty eyed. The rest of his group were bustling around them, but Pete didn’t care. Right then, it was just the two of them, as he pulled them in closer.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

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hairstevington · 1 year

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Freaky Friday (Steddie's Version) - chapter 3!

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Steve goes to Hawkins High as Eddie, and Eddie goes to Family Video as Steve. Neither really goes as planned. Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Link to Ao3

Word Count: 3.8K, more chapters to come

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, slow burn, canon universe (more or less) set before season 4, me adding in lore than the show didn't touch on such as Eddie/Steve interactions pre-season 4, body swap, they are idiots, ANGST, revenge (attempted), POV switching

A/N: This is becoming one of my fav fics to write! Thanks to all who are following along and supporting me on Ao3! If any of you were on the Tumblr taglist then moved to Ao3, feel free to let me know. This goes for anybody who ever wants to be removed from the taglist lol, no hard feelings!

Steve woke up to the sound of an alarm at 6am on Friday morning. He couldn’t remember why at first, and reached over to hit the snooze button. When it went off again at 6:15, he groaned and rolled over to unplug the damn thing.

The previous night came back to him in a flash when he reached out a hand that didn’t belong to him. Oh. Right.

For a moment as he desperately clung to consciousness, he thought that the worst part of all of this might be having to wake up so early. Well, that and the crippling fear of what Eddie was going to do.

He got out of bed and looked at himself in the mirror. Yup. I’m still Munson. He fixed Eddie’s frizzy hair to the best of his ability, and wondered how it would look if he actually used the right products on it. He put on an outfit that mildly resembled Eddie’s usual style. Steve hoped that if he followed the rules and didn’t stir up trouble, Eddie would do the same.

He didn’t have a backpack or books or anything, but it didn’t really matter. Eddie never seemed to bring anything around school except his stupid black lunchbox.

He laughed to himself at the thought of that big, clunky thing Eddie carried around. Steve had seen the inside contents firsthand, and he was always shocked at how cavalier Eddie was about carrying drugs around with him all day. Like, the dude just took a whole lot of weed everywhere he went, sold it right outside of school property, and nobody really questioned it.

Most of the time, anyway. As Steve walked downstairs and grabbed a protein bar on his way out the door, he thought about the one time he’d been involved in Eddie’s dealing. Steve’s Junior year, not too long before he started seeing Nancy. Eddie’s Senior year - the first one, anyway.

“Where’s Tommy?” Eddie had asked when they met up at the picnic table. “He’s usually the one that meets me here.”

“Tommy’s out sick,” Steve responded. “You’re stuck with me today.” Eddie sighed as he sat down, putting the infamous giant metal lunchbox on the table and opening it to reveal quite literally the most marijuana Steve had ever seen in one place. His eyes went wide. “Jesus Christ, man. That’s, like -”

“Whaddya want, Harrington?” Eddie asked, his smile pained but pleasant. “Pick your poison.”

“Just give me whatever Tommy usually gets,” Steve answered. Eddie nodded and dug through his contraband as Steve took out a few bills and threw them on the table. Eddie caught a glimpse of the money and smirked. Steve had expected Eddie to give him change, but it was pretty evident that would not be happening the moment they’d started this interaction. “You’re being careful, right?”

“What the hell are you on about?” Eddie asked as he handed Steve the bag.

“I just mean, like. With selling. Couldn’t you go to jail or something?”

“Why the hell do you care?” he replied, growing agitated. “People don’t tell on me because if they did, they wouldn’t have anywhere else to buy this shit. So unless you’re going to run to the police, I think I’ll be okay.”

“Jesus, man. I’m just looking out for you,” Steve responded as he stood up.

“Since fucking when?” Eddie retorted. “You’ve never cared before.”

“I never bought from you before,” Steve replied. Eddie’s harsh words and combative nature hardly fazed Steve. It wasn’t too far off from how Tommy talked to him, and he’d gotten used to that years ago.

“I know what I’m doing,” Eddie insisted. “Rick and my dad have taught me well regarding the life of crime.” Steve responded without thinking - a habit that he was still trying to break.

“Isn’t your dad, like, in prison, though?” He regretted it as soon as he’d said it. He wished he could chase the words in the air and crush them, but they were already out and into the ether.

“We’re done here,” Eddie responded. He sounded tired and disappointed as opposed to angry. That was far worse.

So, Steve got what he needed and he left. Usually, that’s the full extent of what happens during a drug deal, but unfortunately Steve wasn’t so lucky that time.

He was taken out of his memory when the fresh air hit his face and went into his lungs. He really, really wanted a cigarette. He climbed into his car and for a moment wished it were Eddie’s, because there certainly would have been something to smoke in there. Steve’s car, however, was kept neat and drug-free. It was part of the agreement he had with his father about paying his car insurance. If Mr. Harrington caught so much as a hint of smoke in the car he’d so nicely provided his son, Steve lost all car privileges. And if Steve didn’t have a car, he pretty much didn’t have a life.

He had many reasons to quit smoking, and he’d finally gotten over the horrible cravings, and now here he was, fighting them yet again.

Fuck you, Munson.

He didn’t realize how weird it would feel to pull into the Hawkins High parking lot. Only a year prior was he in this parking lot with Nancy, thinking about college essays and graduation.

Seemed like forever ago. Steve hardly felt like the same person he was then.

Although, at the current moment, he was literally a different person, but that’s another story.

He sighed and headed into the school. It was still pretty early, but kids roamed the halls anyway. Steve stopped one of them - he didn’t recognize her, but she looked kind enough.

“Hey, so uh -” Her eyes widened at him in confusion with a hint of fear. At first he assumed it must have been the height difference. “If I needed another copy of my schedule, where would I go?”

“You don’t know your schedule yet?” she asked, still hesitant. “Did your brain finally melt from all the drugs?” Steve raised his eyebrows, shocked at the way she had casually insulted him.

“No, I just -” Steve paused. He had no other explanation for why he’d need a new schedule, so he let it go. “Do you know where I should go, or not?”

“Main office, bonehead.” She spun around and walked away, leaving Steve stunned.

Okay, so she wasn’t so kind after all. Steve was kind of shit at reading people.

He managed to get a copy of Eddie’s schedule (the woman at the front desk seemed equally as judgmental and suspicious, so Steve lied and said it was to give to his girlfriend. She didn’t seem to believe that either), and then headed to his first class before the bell rang. So far so good, he figured.

But then class started, and Steve remembered how much he hated school. He sat and pretended to listen to the teacher until the forty minutes were up.

There was a quiz in math next period, but thankfully Steve actually knew what he was doing. Math was something he understood relatively well. It was easier for him than the other subjects, at least. Plus, since he’d started hanging out with Dustin, he’d gotten a lot more booksmart just through, like, osmosis or something. For example, he knew the word osmosis.

Nobody really talked to him in class, but maybe that was for the best. Steve wasn’t really much of an actor, and he didn’t know Eddie well enough to accurately impersonate him. Plus, when people did interact with him, they were usually just calling him a freak or whatever, even though Steve wasn’t doing anything. People shit on Eddie just for existing.

The day went by swiftly and with relatively little issue - that was, until lunch.

At least Steve knew Eddie enough to remember where he sat - the Hellfire table, with the other freaks. Eddie was walking on tables and making a scene like twice a week, talking about the same shit over and over to his little sheep who always listened intently to his ramblings.

Steve always wondered why the people at the table seemed to encourage his behavior. Mostly they ignored it, but there were always a few who seemed impressed. The young kids.

Steve couldn’t believe Dustin had become one of the sheep.

He loved Dustin, obviously. He’d do anything for Dustin, and yet - Dustin was in a new phase of his life. High school. Damn. Those were prime identity years for Steve. He wasn’t sure how much Dustin would change, or which clique he’d be adopted into. When he heard that Hellfire had adopted him after Day 1, Steve was kind of disappointed, just because he never saw the appeal of that club or the people in it. Especially Eddie.

And now, Eddie was leaving his own mark on Dustin, and Steve couldn’t do anything about it but watch from afar.

Until now, he guessed.

Steve went to the Hellfire table and sat down at the head of it - that’s where Eddie always sat. Various people were gathered around already, most of whom he didn’t recognize. Mike was there, but they didn’t really look at each other. He still didn’t like Steve that much, but he was a kid - Steve didn’t take it too personally. Dustin joined them a few minutes later, actively avoiding eye contact as well. That was far more personal, and Steve wasn’t gonna stand by and let it happen.

“Dustin, you doing alright, man?” he asked. Dustin looked over at Steve (Eddie) and nodded.

“Yeah,” he responded. He seemed…embarrassed? “I’m sorry for yelling at you guys yesterday.”

Oh. So Dustin wasn’t angry at him anymore, he was angry at himself. Does he know Eddie and I went back to the plant yet??

“It’s all good, I get it. I’m sorry, too.”

“For what?” Dustin asked, confused.

“For, uh - overstepping, I guess,” Steve answered.

“Munson, did you just apologize for something?” another person at the table asked. Steve turned to see someone he thought he knew, but couldn't place his name. “This is a first.”

Shit. Wait, does Eddie really never apologize? Figures -

“He’s always had a soft spot for Henderson,” another student added.

“You weren’t overstepping, Eddie,” Dustin continued, ignoring the comments from the others. “I just wanted -”

“We don’t have to harp on it,” Steve interrupted. Hey, at least I’m crushing the thing Eddie does where he never lets people finish a thought. “Let’s just forget it.”

“Thanks,” Dustin said. “And it seems like you survived the night despite having to be civil with Steve for ten minutes.” Yeah, ten minutes. If only.

“I wasn’t sure for a minute there, but yeah. We made it through.”

Steve kept to himself the rest of lunch, occasionally chatting with Dustin or Gareth - that was the one dude’s name. Apparently, there was band practice on Saturday. Steve had no idea Corroded Coffin was still together.

He thought he was doing alright, all things considered. He almost believed he’d make it through the whole day undetected.

How foolish of him.

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Dustin was first clued in that something was wrong when he heard that Eddie had showed up in a car other than his infamous van. Since Dustin was always one to ride the curiosity voyage, he’d gone out to the parking lot between periods to see for himself.

Eddie’s van wasn’t there. A totally different, unrecognizable car was parked in his place. That was weird in itself - Eddie always took that spot, and he didn’t have access to any other cars. Dustin shrugged and started walking back to the school, and that’s when he noticed something even weirder.

Steve’s car.

Dustin rationalized it as best as he could. Maybe Steve lent Robin the car, even though she didn’t have her license yet. Seemed improbable, but possible. Eddie could have stolen Steve’s car for the day. That one was more likely, but then why wasn't it in the right parking spot?

Lunch gave him even more information.

Eddie was nice to Dustin, sure. But he wasn’t that nice. He still teased Dustin in a way that made him feel praised, somehow. Like - way to go, buddy. You’re a weirdo like me. And Gareth was right, Eddie never apologized.

But Dustin knew someone who did.

At lunch, Eddie didn’t seem to know anything about Dungeons and Dragons, and he was quiet. Like, way too quiet. Mike talked about Lucas joining the basketball team, and Eddie didn’t give his usual tirade about how sports teams are poisoning the school. Instead, he was supportive. He also didn’t remember that band practice was the next day, and Corroded Coffin had band practice every Saturday without fail.

Dustin thought at first that maybe, Eddie had just been crazy high off something. Something that Dustin hadn’t seen him on before. In any case, there was definitely something he was keeping secret about the night prior with Steve. Dustin just had no idea what.

The mystery continued to unfold right after the final bell of the day, when the stupid bullies approached Dustin yet again. He rolled his eyes at their arrival.

“What now, you imbeciles?” Dustin asked, passively. He’d tried several ways to fight back in the past, and nothing really worked, but he knew that the best way to get a bully to lose interest is to pretend he didn’t care.

“Look who’s all tough,” Chad grinned devilishly. “Are you waiting on your guardians to show up and save you again?”

“What?” Dustin didn’t know how they knew about that.

“Harrington and the Freak,” Chad answered. “They tried to give us a good scare last night.”

“They did?” Dustin asked, his heart sinking.

“What, like you didn’t ask them to?”

“Actually, I specifically asked them not to,” Dustin sighed. Those idiots. Chad and his buddies circled around Dustin, trapping him against the wall with no escape in sight. One of them looked in the distance and rolled his eyes.

“Speak of the devil,” he said. The group all turned towards his gaze to see Eddie strolling straight towards them, a somehow casual fury in his eyes. Eddie’s anger was usually a lot more intense and frazzled. This was more like a guy who’d had enough. A guy who’d seen some shit far worse than bullying and was now unfazed by high school drama.

Eddie approached the circle and wiggled his way in until he was face to face with Chad.

“What do you want, Munson?” he asked.

“I told you. Leave the kid alone, or else,” he replied.

“Or else, what? Are you gonna curse me or something?” The group laughed. Everyone thought they were so smart, making the same jokes about Eddie. Angry, unhinged Eddie who Dustin had seen carefully and quietly work on campaigns on multiple occasions. He only acted crazy when he had an audience.

“If that’s what it takes,” Eddie shrugged. “Or I could, you know, tell everyone about the time you threw up all over Stacy Williams at the New Years party.” Chad’s eyes widened.

“How do you even know about that?” Eddie smirked, then continued.

“Right place, right time I guess. I mean, I was at least in a better place than Stacy Williams that night -”

“Okay fine, I’ll leave him alone,” Chad said. Eddie let go of the guy and took a step back, triumphant. Chad recovered, then delivered one final, unoriginal blow. “Freak.” Spit flew out of his mouth as he said the word. Chad was the worst, and nobody liked him anyway. He walked off with his minions, pathetically defeated.

“Sorry, Dustin. I know you didn’t want me to -”

“It’s okay. Thanks,” Dustin replied. “I think he might actually lay off now.”

“Cool,” his friend said with a smile. He turned to leave, but Dustin only let him get a step or two before calling out to him.

Dustin had heard the story about Chad and Stacy before, and he knew who had told it to him.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?” His friend turned back to Dustin nonchalantly, before his eyes widened. “Oh, shit.”

“I knew it. Tell me everything.”

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Eddie slept in until noon, a luxury he usually didn’t have on Fridays. Well, he used to sleep in until noon on Fridays a lot, but then he didn’t graduate.

This time, however, he could sleep guilt-free, knowing that Steve’s shift wasn’t until 12:30. With a full night’s rest under his belt, he felt a bit more at peace about the whole situation, somehow.

Maybe it was because, out of the two of them, Eddie had a much better deal than Steve.

He wondered how school was going, and if Steve had gotten a taste of his own medicine. Maybe having to experience constant bullying would make him understand how much of an asshole he’d been. One could only hope.

Eddie climbed out of bed, chose the least offensive outfit he owned (plain black t-shirt and black jeans), put the green vest on (he far preferred his Dio one), and headed out the door. He hadn’t even looked in the mirror or anything. He avoided it on purpose. But, alas, he caught his reflection in the rearview mirror of his van as he backed out of Forest Hills, and that’s when he realized he’d left Steve’s hair a fucking mess.

Seriously, not once had Steve’s hair ever looked like this. Eddie didn’t even know it could look like this. It was…really bad??? How much time did Steve invest in making this shit look good every day? What the hell??

Eddie started to realize why Steve had been so upset the night before about the conditioner thing.

Even though it wasn’t his hair, technically, and any embarrassment Eddie faced today would have zero consequences, he took a minute to make it look somewhat decent. He wanted to screw Harrington over, of course, but he also wanted to see what a normal day was like for someone like Steve.

He’d cause chaos in other ways, he promised himself.

He pulled into Family Video, feeling relatively confident as he walked in. How hard could it be, right? It was just movies. Eddie watched a lot of movies. He’d make sure Steve kept his job - that was the deal. He didn’t want to keep up his end of the bargain, but he was scared of what Steve would do in retaliation.

School and job must stay intact. Non-negotiable. But everything else was fair game.

“You’re late, Harrington,” Keith said as Eddie walked in. He looked at his watch - it was 12:31.

“Barely,” he responded before regretting it. Fuck. I’m bad at this.

“Watch it,” Keith warned. Eddie quickly backed off and headed behind the counter. He wasn’t sure what else there was to do other than handle customers. He figured if Keith wanted him to do something else, he’d say something.

Nobody came in for the first half hour. Eddie was bored. He thought about asking Keith if he could watch one of the movies, then shut that thought down before it left his lips. He wished he’d brought a book. How the hell did Harrington survive this job when it was so dull?? He wondered if having Robin around made it more bearable. She was due to show up after school around 3pm.

He felt a major reprieve when Keith asked him to put the returns back to their rightful spots on the shelves. It gave him something to do, and he was so excited to be doing something that he got it done in record-breaking time, apparently.

“All set,” Eddie had said once he’d put the last tape on the shelf. Keith eyed him suspiciously.

“Really?” he asked. Eddie nodded. “That was fast. Did you just put them all in random spots again?” Jesus Christ. I’m surprised Harrington hasn’t lost this job all by himself.

“No, they’re all in the right place. You can check if you want.” Eddie knew they were all correct, because he’d been in this store so many damn times. He probably knew it better than Steve. No, he definitely knew it better than Steve.

Keith double checked a few rows before he believed Eddie’s words. He nodded, clearly impressed.

Then, a customer came in - someone he knew. Rick.

“Hey, man!” Eddie greeted him without thinking about it.

Rick, or “Reefer Rick,” was the guy that got Eddie into the whole dealing thing. He was Eddie’s supplier, and he was a good friend. Well, he was a friend anyway.

“Hey…” Rick responded, confused at “Steve’s” enthusiasm.

“Cheech and Chong, right?” Eddie asked, knowing that was Rick’s usual. “We just got it back so it’s actually right here.” Rick looked impressed that an employee remembered him, but Eddie knew for a fact he was a regular here, and his appearance was kind of hard to forget.

He rang him out. He probably did it wrong on the computer, but whatever.

“Have a good day, man,” Rick said as he left.

A woman came in after that, looking for something to watch with her boyfriend. Eddie rambled on about a few titles, asking her about the boyfriend and what he liked, then what she liked, before providing multiple recommendations and his reasoning behind them. She chose one, rented it, and left the store.

Damn. I’m actually really good at this shit. Eddie wondered if he’d found his calling. He deserved this job way more than Harrington.

“Steve,” Keith called from the back room, where he’d been doing paperwork and rewinding tapes. “What’s gotten into you today?”

“What do you mean?” Eddie asked.

“I mean,” Keith continued. “You’re staying busy instead of slacking off. You’re remembering customers, and you didn’t hit on that girl at all like you usually would. You even gave her a really good recommendation. I thought you didn’t know anything about Star Wars?”

Seriously, how the hell has Harrington not been fired yet? Eddie also took note of Steve not knowing about Star Wars, which may have been his worst offense yet, in Eddie’s eyes.

“Yeah, well. I’m really trying,” Eddie responded. He wasn’t, really. This job was stupid easy. But also, he was doing it, because that was the deal.

“Keep up the good work,” Keith said. “If you do, I’ll start letting you pick your shifts.”

Eddie’s eyes widened. He loved praise. He loved being told he was doing well, it just didn’t happen much outside of Hellfire.

“Noted. Thanks,” he replied.

And then it hit him - Eddie had set out to ruin Steve’s life, and instead he got him a promotion. Fuck. I’m really bad at this whole revenge thing.

(next chapter)

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I’ve been enjoying all your prompt fics!!! If you’re still doing prompts, I saw a tiktok where this girl was a natural redhead but pranked her husband and said something like “oh i need to go get my hair dyed again” and he’s like what do you mean get your hair dyed??? and she’s like “omg you’ve never noticed this whole time i dye my hair red?” Anyways I thought it could be a funny jily scenario! But also I just wanted to share that funny moment with someone lol you don’t have to write a fic about it if you don’t want!

thank you so much!!! lol i love this I'm gonna make it muggle au tho!!! thanks for the idea hehe

James stood by the bathroom doorframe and watched as Lily finished putting her mascara on. "Hey."

"Morning," she said, smiling brightly at him. "Had a good lay-in, yeah?"

"Mhm," he said, rubbing his eyes. "Had a good lay last night as well."

Lily snorted, shaking her head as she grabbed a lip balm from the cabinet.

He walked up behind her and put his arms around her waist, bending down and snuggling his chin into the crook of her neck. "You know what today is?"

"Hm?"

"One month since we moved in together."

Lily smiled, bringing a hand up and patting James's cheek. "Well, what do you know. A terrible month, really."

"Truly horrendous. Is that why you're up so early? Packing your things?"

"Can't get rid of me that easily," she retorted, turning around and kissing his lips.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he said as he leaned in for more.

Lily indulged for a few sweet moments before pushing away sadly. "No, I'm actually off to the hair salon. Time for some touchups."

"Gonna do anything adventurous? Like, dye your hair blonde or something?" James asked, running his fingers through her hair.

He expected Lily to laugh, but she looked at him very seriously and said, "Why would I do that? I already am blonde."

James furrowed his eyebrows. "Lil, I hate to tell you this, but...you're a redhead."

Lily looked at him questioningly. "What, you really didn't know?"

"Know what?"

She sighed and patted him on the shoulder. "I guess living together means finally sharing all our secrets..."

"What are you on about, Lil?"

She took a deep breath, then looked up at him. "My hair is naturally blonde. I dye it every few months to keep it red."

James's face fell. "You're kidding."

"No, really, it's just like Sansa Stark, or Emma Stone, they do it too-"

"Neither of them are redheads?!" he asked in outrage.

She reached up and kissed his cheek. "Sorry you had to find out this way."

She walked out of the bathroom to the kitchen counter. It took a moment but James finally followed her.

"You're serious about this? But...I've seen pictures of you as a kid! And your hair was red!"

"You know my Mum. She's relaxed about these things. When I was 6 I told her I wanted to be like Ariel from The Little Mermaid and she let me do it. Never looked back."

"Aren't there laws against that or something?" James asked, exasperated. "The toxins in the hair dye dangerous for children or whatnot?"

"Don't think so, love."

James was utterly perplexed. "Why didn't...why didn't you ever tell me?"

She rummaged through her purse, making sure she had everything. "Well, the like, third compliment you gave me when we met was about my hair. What was I supposed to do? Crush your dreams right then?"

James looked despondent. He put his hands on his head. "Well, you could've at least broke it to me at some point! I mean, two years together, and nothing?"

"I'm sorry, James," she said, not quite meeting his eye. Then he noticed her trying to fight off the smallest smile.

James got a hold of himself. "Alright, well, why don't you just grow your natural hair color out, then?"

"Oh, James, neither of us want that-"

"No, I do, I do," he insisted, grabbing her hands, forcing her to look at him. "If we're really committing to each other, then I've got to love you for who you truly are. Sure, blondes have never been my type, but... I'll manage, I suppose."

Lily scoffed. "You'll manage?"

"Sure. I do it for love."

"Mhm."

"So grow it out. Or why don't you get your hair stylist to just remove the hair dye?"

"Well, it's not that simple-"

"You know what, it's fine. I'll just text your mum for pictures from before you decided to become Princess Ariel," he said, taking out his phone.

"I don't know if she has any..."

"Hey, Mrs. Evans," James started. "Would love to see pictures of Lily while she was still a blonde. Send them all my way-"

Lily took his phone out of his hand and laughed. "Alright, alright! You caught me! I was kidding, okay!"

"I knew it," he said triumphantly, pocketing his phone and laughing.

"I had you there for a moment though!"

"Tah, barely a moment!"

"What if I did dye my hair blonde?" she asked, snaking an arm around his waist. "Would you really still love me?"

James contemplated it for a moment, then kissed her and murmured against her lips, "Eh. You'll still do."

#fanfic #drabble #jily #jily au #one shot #hp

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persieee-yoohoo · 11 months

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Desiderium

Pair: Azriel x Reader

Word Count: 946

Warnings: spoilers for CC HoSaB (let me know if you come across anything else that needs to be flagged)

Summary: Days after Bryce Quinlan disappeared, leaving the chaos of Lunathion in her wake, you find yourself pulled into a dreamscape with a particular shadowsinger from the very world she’s gone to. Neither of you understand the mysterious force that summoned you together, and for once, you’re unsure if you really want the answers that lurk beneath the surface. With Hunt captured and your own branded halo of thorns marking you as a slave, meeting someone from a different world shouldn’t be worth the risk. But what if this shadowy figure that continues to haunt you in the space between being asleep and awake is your only chance at getting your friends back and righting the wrongs that have kept you shackled to higher beings?

Note: ao3 saw the first two chapters first lol also unedited

Also available: ao3

The only prayer you said before going to bed that night was that you would dream of something kind, something that would take you away from the chaos of the world for just a few hours. Prayer wasn't something you gave into often, but with the weariness and exhaustion that had been weighing on you lately, you opened your heart to the old gods once more.

You held the smooth obsidian stone firmly in your hand as you whispered your prayer, lost to the wind through your bedroom window. Sleep found you and wrapped you in her embrace. She heard your prayers, but had something else in mind for what you needed in your current state of reaching a breaking point. You needed him.

Whatever sleep you may have had was meant only for your body, as your mind was lost somewhere beyond Crescent City. But that didn't matter. What mattered most was the figure in front of you, completely enshrouded in shadows and darkness, in some unknown place beyond consciousness.

The mystery of obsidian darkness, much like the color of the stone that had been gifted to you only weeks before, stood opposite of you. Tendrils of shadow shifted across your field of vision, but it was hard to tell which shadows belonged to the figure and which belonged to the expansive void that surrounded them both.

Darkness wasn't unfamiliar to you, but fear still gnawed at the back of your mind. Questions flooded your thoughts: Where were you? Why weren't you in your bed? What was standing before you? Before your thoughts could consume you further, you reached out with a steady hand, moving slowly. You didn't know if the shadowy mass in front of you was friend or foe.

It was then, with your hand stretched out in front of you, inches away from touching whatever kept you company in that dreamscape, that you noticed what replaced your own physical body. Starlight burst from you, every curve and contour of your body glowing, leaving no visible trace of your malakh body behind. You looked like the star-born fae that you had spent months researching, a sparkling eruption. If you had bothered to look over your shoulder at your wings, you were sure that they too looked like glittering beams of light.

You couldn't look away though, not yet. Your eyes, lost behind the blinding light, were drawn to the shadows. They whispered, and you listened. The words they spoke, the languages that flowed amongst them, were lost on you, but they still attracted your attention. Your fingertips ached in desperation to reach out further, but a hand of absolute darkness shot out and gripped your wrist in a surprisingly strong hold. Whatever lurked beneath the shadowy surface in front of you was tangible, real.

"Who are you?" A low, husky voice filled the silence between you, but you didn't have the words to respond. "How did you summon me here?"

The deep voice sent a spidery tingle down your spine, and your disguised wings fluttered behind you on instinct. This was dangerous, yet you were rooted to your spot.

It might have been a lost cause to respond, since your words would probably be lost on this shrouded enigma just like theirs were on you, but you tried anyway. "I don't know what--I can't understand you." It wasn't much, but you certainly weren't going to offer up anything else before you knew giving more information wouldn't just lead to your wings being hacked off, or worse.

Despite your response, or lack thereof, the collection of shadows that held onto you quickly retreated. The loss of their restraint had you stumbling back, more from the shock of their realness than any force that would have kept you at their mercy. Before you could fall back and gracelessly land on your backside, a whoosh of air sounded from somewhere behind as you landed on a summoned armchair. You weren't sure where the aged-leather seat had come from, but the alternative of the solid blackness beneath your feet had you grateful.

Sitting down put you at a disadvantage, and you knew that you needed to push yourself back up. Death was always a promise, even in sleep or whatever lied between. You hadn't succumbed to Death's mercy yet, even with every odd working against you since the war, and you certainly wouldn't meet your end at the hands of a shadow.

Shooting up from your seated position, a new found burst of energy surpassing the exhaustion that had left an ache in your bones only seconds, minutes, hours before, you lunged towards the inky pit of moving shadows. You had decided for yourself that your companion was a foe, a smarter move than falling for whatever trap could've been planned. However, before you could even wrap your hands of bright starlight around the general vagueness of where a neck might be disguised in the shadows, you were pulled away and thrusted ack into your physical slumbering body.

The next time you awoke, it was to light streaming in through your window and the sounds of a bustling city floating up to your apartment. You heard your feathered wings rustle behind you, and a flash of black told you that whatever had you lit up in your dream was gone. You were normal, and safe.

Well, as safe as you could be in your home with a crown of thorns permanently tattooed against your damp forehead and a stuttering heart that ached to return to the darkness.

Part 2

#azriel #azriel/reader #azriel/you #azriel x you #azriel x reader #acotar #acomaf #acowar #a court of thorns and roses #crescent city #cc hoeab #hoeab spoilers #cc hosab #hosab spoilers

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semiferalstreetcoyote · 9 months

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ok i wanted to do something for croma week rlly bad and since i'm not that confident in my art skills i wrote a fanfic :) its only about 2k words, i've never really done this before tho so i hope it turned out ok lol (ignore that it’s a day late)

“Did Lord Death really need to rent a venue this far away?”

“Maka, keep your fucking eyes on the road!”

“I wouldn’t need to keep looking back and forth if you read off the directions like you were supposed to!”

Soul grumbled something about the ‘straightforward’ instructions under his breath in reply. When Maka glanced at him, his dirty sneakers that he had insisted on wearing were smudging the dashboard and he was very clearly watching a Minecraft parkour video. Despite the lack of space in the back, she was regretting giving him shotgun privileges. She could have made room somewhere. Overlooking the trunk was too generous a move.

In the rearview mirror she checked on her passengers. Kid sat in the middle seat – the ‘bitch seat’, as Patti refused to stop calling it. Liz and Patti sat on either side in matching white dresses. Their outfits had been painstakingly planned out by Kid weeks in advance. On each side of his chest he wore a perfectly positioned white boutonniere.

“Kid,” Maka asked into the mirror, “why is your dad going to all this trouble? Couldn’t we just do this on school grounds?”

“He mentioned something-or-other about wanting to do ‘something normal’ for the student body. I believe all of this is wildly unnecessary, but… you know Dad.”

“Ah.”

“Maka, that’s – that’s the turn. You’re missing it. Get the – no, the sign with the balloons on it. Maka!”

“I got it! Stop yelling in my damn ear, Soul!”

The venue that Lord Death had chosen was rectangular and beige, with large cardboard letters that spelled ‘PROM’ adorning the entrance. They weren’t lit up and so they loomed in the darkness above the students. Even though the little parking lot, too, was dim, it was clear that most of the spots were taken.

“Maka, your clock reads eight-o’-four,” chirped Kid from the back seat. “Prom started at eight o’ clock. Your clock is fast, right?”

Soul sighed. “Calm down, Kid. Ever heard of being fashionably late? It’s cool.”

“I don’t see what’s ‘cool’ about being late.”

“Yep, that checks out.”

“Frankly, I don’t need somebody who wears Air Jordans to a formal event lecturing me on what’s ‘cool’ and what isn’t.”

“Both of you please shut up.” Maka swerved into a free space at the end of the lot and the jolt, thankfully, quieted the bickering men.

Black Star and Tsubaki stood outside the entrance and greeted the group when they arrived, by leaping up and down and waving, respectively. Soul ran ahead and ended up in a headlock, his friend shaking him around like a dog with a toy. Maka chuckled under her breath. Black Star was Soul’s reason for showing up at the micro-event. Neither of them could miss such a cool, super-cool gathering of coolness.

As soon as Maka stepped inside, she was snow-blind. Had Lord Death decided on ‘the color white’ as the theme? White streamers, white paper lining the floor, and was that a cutout of a polar bear in the corner? It had to be. The disappointment that hit Maka did not seem to affect Soul and Black Star in the slightest. Both of them trotted off to explore. Tsubaki, now separate from her friend, crept up to Maka.

“Hi, Maka.”

“Hi, Tsubaki! How did getting Black Star up here go?”

“He tried to wear one of those dollar sign necklaces. He… has a sense of style!”

Maka grimaced. “He sure has one.”

“Crona is already here, by the way. I saw them in the window while we were waiting for you.”

Maka would have been content staying at home studying the whole night. Crona was her reason to go. Prom was nothing more than an excuse to see the people you adore, after all, and the more time she spent with them, the more her affection grew.

“Really? Where are they?”

“Over there.”

Tsubaki pointed to what appeared to be a snack bar. Crona stood crooked beside a wide punch bowl, observing the dancers on the floor. Tsubaki giggled and threw Maka back to the present. She had been staring.

“Tsubaki, look at them. Look at their bowtie. They’re so cute, I’m… my hands are so sweaty. Ew.” She laughed to herself.

“They really do look nice. You go talk to them. I’m going to say hello to Liz and Patti.”

“Got it. Wish me luck.”

“Good luck! You’ll do just fine.”

Crona spotted Maka after she was already speeding toward them. They jolted and offered an awkward wave hello.

“Crona! Hi! Is it okay if I give you a hug?”

“Oh! Th– that’s fine!”

Maka threw her arms around them in a bear hug. She wasn’t sure if the lavender smell on them was the work of false fragrance or a real plant in their pocket, but she loved it all the same. Their jacket itself was soft. Very soft. She buried her forehead into their shoulder.

“It’s so good to see you!”

“It’s good to see you, too. I, uh… missed you.”

“God, you see her all the time. You saw her two days ago, dumbass.”

Maka forced a smile. “Hi, Ragnarok.”

“Ignore him,” Crona whispered. “Do you like the decorations? It was mostly Marie and me setting them up.”

“They’re nice. I’m, uh… not sure I understand the theme.”

Crona lit up and snatched a solo cup from the table beside them. They filled it with the punch and handed it to Maka.

“Try it. It’ll make sense, I promise.”

“...Oh, it’s coca-cola.”

Crona pointed to the cutout of the polar bear. Up close, Maka could see that someone had draped a scarf around its shoulders.

“Oh my God, is the prom coca-cola bear themed?”

They nodded vigorously. “Marie came up with it after Lord Death bought nothing but white decorations.”

“That’s adorable! I… don’t think anybody’s going to get it, though.”

“Yeah. That’s why I’m over here, so I can explain it to anyone who doesn’t know.”

Maka squinted. “Your plan is to be over here, pouring soda for everyone the whole time?”

“Um… yes?”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather tag along with me instead?”

Maka saw Crona begin to blush. The abundance of black blood let off a gray color instead of the typical red. Crona looked back and forth; the confidence that they once held had evaporated into the stuffy room.

“Are you sure that I wouldn’t bother you, or anything?”

“Of course you wouldn’t bother me. Actually, I’d really like to spend time with you.”

Crona agreed, thankfully, because Maka’s face burnt and she was not entirely sure what she would say if they had any other doubts. Together they said hello to the chaperones – Marie, Sid, Stein, and Naigus, each of them commenting on the secret theme and Crona’s involvement – and bounced between Tsubaki’s group and the snack bar. Despite the attractions and the people to spend time with, Maka’s attention remained consistently fixed upon Crona.

They had been engaged in this routine for an hour until the dj’s cacophonous dance music was abruptly replaced by some 80s love ballad that Maka couldn’t remember the name of. From the snack bar, they watched groups break off into pairs or cluster at the back of the room.

“The music’s quieter now,” noted Crona.

“Yeah. It’s so that everyone who brought a date can, well… have their date. It’s the whole reason couples come here, anyway.”

“Oh.”

She took a deep breath and wiped her palms onto her dress. “Do you want to dance with me, Crona?”

Crona froze, their mouth open, a small pretzel still in their hand. “Are you- are you sure that you want to? With me? I - I’ve never really done this before and I don’t want to ruin–”

“I’m sure. I’ve kind of been hoping that I’d get to dance with you since I got here.”

Crona’s whole face bore smudges of gray, like charcoal. They scratched the back of their neck and, with great care, held out their hand for Maka. She took it.

“Awh, your hands are sweaty, too!”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay! I don’t mind, I promise.”

After a few failed attempts at a traditional dance, the pair decided that the best course of action would be to follow the precedent set by the other couples and rock back and forth holding each other. Maka could hear Crona’s heartbeat even over the music. Every once in a while they asked for some form of confirmation – was Maka comfortable, was she still okay with it, and so on – and each time, she reassured them.

“I’ve been having a really good time with you,” she whispered during the song’s closing solo.

“Yeah. This is really nice… thank you for dancing with me, Maka.”

“Mhm! Like I said, I really wanted to.”

Crona just smiled and pulled Maka closer. What was once a loud growl of dozens of people talking throughout the room had died down to a distant humming. She could focus on them, their texture, their smell, everything. Nobody else existed.

The song changed from classic rock back to modern pop and the roar started up again. Maka looked around at the groups of friends reclaiming the dance floor, and among them, she spotted Black Star and Soul dancing – perhaps they thought that they were on fire and they were flailing in fear. That would explain quite a bit.

“These idiots,” she scoffed.

“Hey, Casanova,” Ragnarok sneered, “Why don’t you take your lady friend upstairs?”

“Oh, no, they said not to go up there.”

“Come on, I’m trying to do you a favor here!”

“Ragnarok, shut the fuck up.” Maka looked from the vile little ghoulie back to Crona. “What’s upstairs?”

“Oh, it’s just the roof. Marie said not to let anyone up there because someone could fall.”

She side-eyed Black Star, who was doing some sort of dance that involved clenching his hands into fists and wiggling his arms very very fast. “Did she name any names?”

Crona seemed to see, too. They winced. “I guess that rule was probably for him. It’s so loud in here… we can go up there, if you want. So we can hear each other better. I don’t think that would be against the rules.”

They snuck through the stairwell door after Crona revealed its location – obscured behind one of the bear cutouts. Outside, nothing could be heard of the party except for a muffled beat. Nothing could be felt except for a cool night breeze. Against the horizon, turbines whirred valiantly in the darkness. Both of them sat down side by side in the middle of the roof.

“This is much better,” sighed Maka.

“Mm.”

“Are you okay?”

“Just happy. This past…well, everything has been really nice. Thanks for hanging out with me, Maka.”

“Of course. You don’t have to keep thanking me.” She grinned and nudged their shoulder.

“Sorry. Habit. I just don’t know how to say it. Being with you at the DWMA has been… I’ve been happy. Especially because of you. You’re amazing. I really… I really like you.”

“I really like you, too. You’re one of the bravest people I know.” She was smiling. Her face hurt from it. “Hey. Crona. Look at me, okay?”

“Hm?”

Maka leaned in. She waited, in case Crona wanted to pull away, and when they only leaned closer she held their jawline and kissed them. A second later it was over, and she was staring into their eyes again. Those eyes sparkled like lightning in the desert.

“Hi.” They said after a sizeable trail of stammering.

She giggled. “Hi.”

For a time – there was no way to be certain whether it was minutes or hours – Maka leaned against their shoulder and the two of them spoke in whispers while they looked at the stars. The kiss seemed to give Crona a second wind of courage and they had their free arm caressing Maka’s.

“The others and I are going to go to my place after this and watch a movie,” she said. “I’d really like it if you came.”

“Are you sure they wouldn’t mind?”

“Are you kidding? They all like you. Even Kid.”

“Mm.” They smiled. “I’ll come with you, then.”

A coyote cried out somewhere in the distance.

“All of this really has been great. Even the shitty music and the coke bear theme.”

“Your lips tasted like coke when you kissed me.”

Maka laughed. “Well, there’s worse things, I guess.”

It was almost midnight when Soul and Black Star lost their energy at the dance. They were some of the last to leave apart from the chaperones themselves. What this meant was a lot of barefoot waiting in the car for Maka, Crona, Kid, Liz, and Patty.

“Okay, we’ve gotten through… fourteen songs waiting,” sighed Liz. “Any requests for the fifteenth?”

“I don’t think I know any more songs,” said Crona.

“Really? That’s tragic. Liz, play something classic,” Kid ordered.

“Classic or classical? I can never tell with you.”

“Wait, hold on!” Maka gripped the steering wheel. “Here he comes!”

Soul walked across the parking lot, his tie undone and his shoelaces spilling over the pavement. He was a mess. He staggered to the shotgun door and opened it, only noticing too late how it was occupied.

“What? Crona? Huh. Would you mind moving over?”

“Sorry, Soul. You snooze, you lose.” Maka smiled. “You’ll just have to sit somewhere else.”

“Wh–? There’s no more seats. Where am I going to sit?”

“Well, there’s always the trunk.”

#croma #cromaka #croma week #cromaweek #maka albarn #crona gorgon #crona x maka #soul eater #this was so much fun to write tbh #no angst just fluff #croma week fanfiction #soul eater fanfiction #lowkey just filled in some of the dialogue with shit i would do with my bf #hiii spence

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ilguna · 2 years

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☼ her (Johanna Mason) ☼

summary; ' Hi hi!! I wanna request a Johanna Mason x f!reader where the reader was also a tribute in her games from a different district who died before the finale (lots of angst lol) maybe written from present time Johanna looking back? Tysm, I love your work! ‘

warnings; swearing, murder, murder plot, death in small detail

wc; 3.8k

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Johanna Mason should not have been the winner of the Seventy-First Hunger Games.

There was another girl, much kinder with soft eyes and a pretty smile. She tried to include Johanna in everything that she did, she was much more deserving of the title. The District Five girl—like everyone else—had fallen right into Johanna’s hands, believing that she really was useless. The difference between her and them, was instead of laughing and leaving her out, she went out of her way to invite Johanna to join her.

Johanna can’t pretend that she was friends with her from the beginning. They came from two different districts, neither of them important enough to pose a threat. She was more focused on the dangerous tributes, One, Two and Four. She had to know the careers, what game they were going to play so that Johanna could play the opposite.

It wasn’t until Johanna watched the recap again, did she begin to take the other tributes into consideration. She didn’t have to know their names, or what they were wearing, only their reactions to being reaped for that year’s Hunger Games. Well, fortunately for that Five girl, she was the first to be called after District Four, when Johanna was still halfway interested in her competition.

(Y/n), that’s all that stuck with Johanna. Not the last name, because that would never be useful. She lifted her head from the crowd, eyes finding the stage, before moving into the aisle without a fight. She’d been the first tribute that hadn’t made a scene about being reaped. Johanna could tell that she wasn’t from anywhere important, what she was wearing wasn’t expensive. It was the attitude that stood out to her, the way she smiled.

The other tributes behind her weren’t as amazing, none of them posed a threat, much less the tributes from Eleven and Twelve, who might have well been still sucking on pacifiers. Johanna would fit right in with the outcasts, the babies that’d been reaped. She had this plan since she turned twelve.

If Johanna were to ever be reaped, she would want to be underestimated. All the tributes before her had a big name, an ego, showing their cards to prove they were the best. What happens when you aren’t? She’d never seen a hidden tribute come out on top like that, none of them could ever make it. She could.

She was never after the name, only the win. She wanted to make it home, just like everyone else. It wasn’t her fault that she came up with the brilliant idea early on. She cried on stage when she was reaped, her eyes were puffy and red. Her tribute partner took the news way better than she did, obviously. He wasn’t full of tears, it was mostly shock.

In the Capitol, she kept playing up the act, crying during her remake. Enough to the point where her prep team ordered her to stop, where she played it up more to make them feel bad. They also fell into the trap, it was too easy to do. The stylist dressed her as a tree, as he’d done for three decades without being replaced. It’s like the stylists that dress the One and Two tributes the same every year too.

Johanna remembers walking out of the building, out onto the open floor, where the chariots and other tributes were waiting for the show to start to get it over with. The careers were dressed in their usual attire, other districts were just as unlucky as Johanna when it came to repeated outfits.

Except, the Five stylists had come up with something different that year. Instead of messing around with lightbulbs and glitter, they’d switched to another source of power, fire. It wasn’t like they’d done with Katniss, lighting her on fire and leaving her to burn on the chariot. There was nothing of the sort, it was all said in the outfit.

(Y/n) was dressed like a candle, the entire dress lopsided, heavier on one side than the other. It was long, for the most part. On the left, the fabric was longer on the sleeves, the dress pooled on the ground, like melted candle wax collecting at the base. On the right, the dress was off the shoulder, cutting low on her breast. That side of the dress was cut off at the middle of her thigh, because sometimes candle’s don’t melt evenly.

For the first time in years, District Five had the spotlight during the Tribute Parade. Johanna’s not sure why, the dress wasn’t anything to gawk at. The jewelry didn’t convey it properly, and she quite literally had a headband with a black stick on the top of her head to symbolize the wick. It’s not like it mattered in the end, anyway. The craze was short-lived.

It wasn’t until the training started, did Johanna really get the taste of her. From the moment they were released by the Head Trainer, (Y/n) stuck next to Johanna like glue, but unlike glue, the girl was unshakable. It was irritating, to some extent. Johanna went from being subtle about wanting to be alone, trying to use her crying act to get her away, only it brought her in more.

So, she asked (Y/n) to leave.

It didn’t work, which meant that Johanna was going to have a shadow following her for the rest of the time they were inside of the Capitol. The weird girl from Five, who’d smiled during the reaping and managed to catch some eyes during the Tribute Parade, was now Johanna’s friend.

Johanna wasn’t completely rude about the situation, it was her own fault that her act was working so well. And over the three training days, she learned to appreciate (Y/n), because she was giving Johanna cover. The sympathy and the teaching was proving to the other tributes that she wasn’t a threat, and to continue to overlook her.

The issue is, that over the period of three days, Johanna was talking to her, hearing about where she came from, why she was there, who she was. The answer to those should be obvious, but they’re not. (Y/n) wasn’t just a girl from District Five, she was an early worker that came from the dam, with too many siblings to feed. That’s why her name was drawn from the bowl, because she kept putting her name in for Tessera.

She was there because of herself, and she was grateful she was drawn because she’d never have the courage to volunteer. She was seventeen, the same age as Johanna. In one more year, she wouldn’t have to worry about going inside of the arena, ever again, but that would also take away the ability to win. To have a steady amount of money coming from the government each month. It would feed her siblings better than she ever could.

In a way, (Y/n) was crazy for thinking like that, yet it didn’t push Johanna away from her. It drew her closer, because if she was so desperate to win to feed her family, then why was she making friends with people who showed no threat of winning? Because Johanna wasn’t the only person that she went around talking to, there were others. The only reason why she didn’t stick with them is because they told her to leave.

Besides, if (Y/n) thought she was doing people favors by trying to recruit them, she was actually damning them. She didn’t know much, that was clear from the beginning. The only things she really managed to succeed at were the basics. She could start a fire, she knew how to clean a wound and stitch it if it were necessary, she was able to hold a weapon without going down with it. She was ordinary.

So was the score she earned from the training, a six. Halfway on the scale, nothing sponsors could work with. The Gamemakers thought she wasn’t special, why should the people spending the money think otherwise? The only outstanding part of her so far was the outfit during the Tribute Parade, an idea that wasn’t hers. She just wore it.

Johanna wouldn’t see her for the next day and a half, something that she’d been looking forward to since the first day of training. Only, when the day came around, the silence was filled the way she wanted it to be. With (Y/n) she can direct the conversation so that she enjoys it too. Johanna spent hours on end between her stupid Capitol escort and mentors that couldn’t give a shit about what she does during the interviews.

When that night did finally come, (Y/n) found Johanna as soon as she walked into the hallway. For the first time since she came into the Capitol, (Y/n) was serious, approaching Johanna. Johanna couldn’t have guessed what was going to come next, the deadpan expression, asking if she would join her in an alliance.

Johanna told her no. It wasn’t because she didn’t want an alliance, because she knew how much smoother it would go in the arena if she had someone to watch her back. It was because she knew that (Y/n) could find a better partner inside. Johanna had scored a three, the lowest a Seven tribute had gotten in years. If (Y/n) had even the slightest chance at getting people to sponsor her, it would be wiped out by Johanna’s presence alone.

That wasn’t the only reason, though. The more Johanna talked to her, and began liking her, the harder it would be to kill her later on. Johanna came in with a game plan, one that couldn’t be screwed up by being soft around another tribute. It’s simple: she plays the damsel card, and then she viciously murders. There was no middle part where she formed her own group. It was straightforward to avoid the whole conflicted-murder part.

Well, (Y/n) took it better than Johanna thought she would. For a second, it looked like she was going to argue, explain why they would be better together. And then she nodded, wished Johanna good luck, and then left to get back to her place in line. It was disappointing, not hearing her beg Johanna to stay.

On stage, (Y/n) had the brightest smile, nodding at Caesar, easily conversing with him. She talked about her family, what she’ll do when she wins. She showed off the dress she was wearing, which was navy blue in color and puffy. She twirled for the audience, and then curtsied at the end of her interview, thanking them for her time.

Johanna, on the other hand, couldn’t have put on a better act. She was shy, and on the brink of tears the entire time. It was painful for Caesar, she got gratification from watching him squirm to keep the conversation going. What do you say to someone so fragile without triggering the tears? Johanna maybe said ten words total in the three minutes she was given. Caesar resorted to yes or no questions.

Then the arena came around, the cornucopia was in the middle of a forest. They were surrounded by tall pine trees, needles and cones scattered across the ground. It was dark, the sun could hardly get through their strong branches. For once, there was a landscape aimed for the Seven tributes, maybe it was to taunt the mentors, because their tributes were so weak.

It didn’t matter to Johanna, she could hardly hold back the smile. It took all the power inside of her not to run to the cornucopia like she wanted to. She could see the axes outside, on display to her and her tribute partner. Instead, she ran away, like she was destined to, far into the trees to hide.

She was by herself, still playing up the act, because the only audience that was left at that moment were the people in the Capitol. She couldn’t have the mentors quietly telling their tributes to keep an eye on her, to hunt her down. She’d let the tributes figure that out on their own, let them come to her.

The first day, eight tributes died, one of them being a career, leaving five left over. She camped out near a large clearing of only grass, not a single flower in sight. On the second day, two of them were gone, presumably by the career pack, searching for victims. The next five days would be quiet, not a single tribute.

Johanna was found out in the clearing by the five careers. And thinking she would be an easy victim, they chased her for hours through the trees, where she drove them in circles and deeper so that it would be harder for them to navigate their way back to the cornucopia. If she couldn’t have it, then no one could, especially them. It just meant that she had to be careful when moving.

Unfortunately for her, she wasn’t completely unscathed. The girl from Four was smart, she managed to get Johanna across the cheek and good gash into her upper arm. The wound on her face had stopped bleeding after a few hours, but the one on her arm was a whole new story. It was too deep, the only thing that could heal it was the Capitol, or anything from the cornucopia, now out of the question because even she couldn’t find it at that point.

It only took one day before another tribute ran across Johanna, this time at night. She’d lit a fire because it was getting cold, adn with the density of the woods, she believed that she’d be safe. The careers were supposed to be miles away, the branches would cover the smoke. If they did find her, she’d outrun them again.

It wasn’t a career that found her, it was (Y/n).

She had a forest green backpack, with an ax strapped to the side of it. Her hair was messy, like she kept moving it out of her face without running her fingers through it entirely to smooth it out. In one of her hands was a knife, clean but prepared to use it if she needed to.

The moment she saw Johanna, she lowered the weapon and smiled, “Johanna.” She breathed.

The reason why Johanna hadn’t bled to death, or caught some nasty infection that would’ve taken off her arm, is because of (Y/n). Disregarding the fact that they were now inside of the arena, and it would be fair game to murder her. They weren’t friends, Johanna thought she’d established that at the interviews by saying no to her offer. Still, here she was, cleaning the wound in her arm, stitching it, and bandaging it.

She took the ax from her backpack and handed it to Johanna as a peace offering, saying that she needed a weapon too. It was a risky gesture, just handing the ax over without her own knife out. Still, Johanna played up the fact that she really couldn’t hold it, and insisted that (Y/n) kept it for safety. She shrugged.

Once again, she offered the alliance, this time Johanna said yes.

That same night, the careers saw the light from the fire, and managed to come close enough to the point where running wouldn’t have saved either of them. They’d already killed two people earlier that day, bringing the count down to ten tributes left in the arena, Johanna couldn’t possibly have known that they would go for more. However, she should’ve known better.

(Y/n) couldn’t fight, she could hold a sword in her hand, but she didn’t have a sword, she had a knife. It was Johanna, who could actually wield the ax and take down tributes. She only had a second to decide, either give up her act and save (Y/n), or throw her to the wolves and run.

The other option didn’t even exist to her.

The ax came off the backpack, Johanna getting to her feet, holding it in her hand. She remembers (Y/n) calling her name, telling her to back off, because she’d get herself killed. The careers sneered, she can still see that stupid expression. Right before she swung the ax into the boy’s head. Effectively wiping the look off their faces, and forcing them to take a reality check.

Johanna only killed one more, even though she was going to take down the whole pack if she could. They all left, scattering in the trees, leaving the two of them with the bodies. It was an unfair fight, Johanna was fairly surprised that they didn’t take the risk, gang up on Johanna and then take down (Y/n).

That’s what Johanna would’ve done.

To say that her ally was speechless would be an understatement. Johanna had barely moved to look at her friend, and (Y/n) had jerked away, eyes locked with hers. It was more than just shock, there was fear there too. Johanna’s plan had worked, she cried her way into the arena, and she had no right to feel her heart drop to her stomach when the only tribute she’d made as a friend, had wanted nothing to do with her.

“I won’t hurt you.” Johanna told her, dropping the ax. She didn’t want to drive (Y/n) away, that was the last thing she wanted now. She risked everything to save her, why would she ruin that now? “I promise you’re not a target, you never were. I did it because of the careers.”

“What does a promise mean here?” She’d asked, “How do I know?”

“I would’ve killed you the moment you handed me the ax, wouldn’t I?” Johanna shot back, defensive, “Go, if you want.”

(Y/n) held her ground, obviously trembling, eyebrows drawn together as she examined Johanna, if she was telling the truth. She must’ve come out with an answer she liked, because she loosened, let out a breath, and shook her head, “You have another cut, come here so I can heal you.”

The two of them got closer, mostly because they were around each other constantly, sharing their knowledge. What (Y/n) picked up in the Training Center had come in handy, even if it wasn’t a lot. One of those skills turned out to be important, what she’d been using to find Johanna.

She knew how to track.

It only took a day before she found a path, it didn’t belong to the careers, but it did bring them to a smaller alliance, between the remaining Ten and Six tributes. There, Johanna killed them both, bringing the number of tributes from eight to six. The remaining tributes were the three careers, her and (Y/n), and a lone tribute.

Finding the other tributes were harder, another three days passed before (Y/n) thought she found the careers. It had multiple footprints, which could only belong to one group, and it wasn’t theirs. Because the number would be uneven, (Y/n) wanted to come with, help Johanna take down the three careers because that wasn’t going to be an easy feat.

Johanna told her to keep put. She didn’t need someone following her around, having another body to protect would make it hard to focus. So, she stuck her inside of a hollow tree, and went off to kill the careers alone.

That’s what she thought, anyway. Johanna got all the way to the camp, finding only two of them, and it didn’t tick her off in any way, even though it should’ve. Three careers left, and she could only see two of them? The third’s got to be lurking somewhere nearby, right? That’s what makes sense. Johanna overlooked that fact, and it costed a life that she cared about.

She’d killed one career, moving onto the second, when there was a scream behind her. She didn’t turn right away, not until the job in front of her was done. When she did see the scene going on, it was too late.

(Y/n) had wrapped her body around the boy that was creeping up to Johanna, bringing them both to the ground in a struggle. It wasn’t, though. It was easy for the boy to stab her, because he pinned her wrist to the ground and stabbed her over and over, draining every remaining minute of her life with each puncture.

Johanna killed him too, and barely had enough time to cradle her friend’s dying body.

She can still feel (Y/n)’s hand touching her cheek, fingers lazily wiping away one of Johanna’s tears. The pretty smile returned to her face, this time her teeth stained red with the blood she was resisting to cough up in Johanna’s face. The words were quiet, it took all the effort in her body to say.

“You’re going to win.”

(Y/n) died less than a minute later, eyes as lifeless as her body. Johanna could hardly muster the strength to close her eyelids before leaving the career camp, hoping that the trees would catch fire and leave a burning path behind her. She didn’t realize the impression that (Y/n) had left on her.

Johanna killed the last tribute without a problem, being crowned the victor. It didn’t feel right, though, as if there was a spot next to her that was empty, that should’ve been full. She knew what the problem was, who was missing. It was the girl that had succeeded in burrowing her way into Johanna’s heart and calling it home.

There are times where Johanna closes her eyes and wishes that she could have just one more conversation with her. To hear what she’d have to say about everything now. This is what she would’ve wanted, peace for the districts for once. Here, everyone’s fed and never hungry.

Johanna wishes she were alive.

(Y/n) would be better at this whole rebel thing than Johanna is. She’d know what to say, she’d give everything she could to help the people around her. Johanna doesn’t even know why she’s here anymore, being asked to go out there for Katniss. (Y/n) would be a perfect fit for Johanna’s role.

Johanna misses her like she misses her family. She’d give anything to hear her laugh one more time, the endless advice as if Johanna was completely clueless. The teamwork, the smiles. Johanna shouldn’t be here today, it should be her.

It’s not fair that the good ones get taken first.

(Y/n) (L/n) should have been the winner of the Seventy-First Hunger Games.

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