#but then maybe my awareness of things that could sound sarcastic is... off. that is possible.

[auras-moonstone]

i want your midnights — ethan landry

word count: 586

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: the group spends new year’s eve together and ethan asks y/n to be his midnight kiss.

warnings: none!

author’s note: happy new years! 🫶🏻 hope you have an amazing 2024, and thank you for all the love on this blog i decided to open last year and that was definitely one of the highlights of 2023🥺🖤

ETHAN AND CHAD WERE STANDING IN ONE CORNER OF THEIR APARTMENT AS THE GIRLS WERE DOING KARAOKE. Taking advantage of the distraction, Chad had dragged Ethan away to encourage him to make a move on Y/N.

“Chad, I really can’t do it.” Ethan said, anxiousness reflected in his brown eyes.

Chad shoved him softly “Yes, you can. Man, you’re a snack. An entire meal all on your own. I can assure you, she’s not going to reject you.”

“You think so?” he asked with hope, his gaze settled on Y/N, who was laughing as she sang Picture to Burn by Taylor Swift with Quinn. He couldn’t stop the smile that formed in his face as he watched her enjoy herself without a care in the world. She was magnetic.

“I know so, man. She’s very into your puppy brown eyes and nerdy polo shirts. And your muscles, which you have to thank me for.”

Ethan rolled his eyes. “Thank you for forcing me to go to the gym and torturing me with your restless routines.” he said sarcastically.

“You’re very welcome. Now, let’s join the girls.”

“Eth! Come sing with me!” Y/N pleaded, extending her hand.

If it were any other person, he would’ve told them to fuck off and scowled at them. But Y/N’s smile was his greatest weakness, and the one she was giving him was so wide and bright that there was not a chance he could say no. And in between laughter and stolen glances, they sang Don’t look back in anger by Oasis together.

The group was having so much fun that before they knew it, there were ten seconds left until midnight. The group found their respective partner—Mindy and Anika, Tara and Chad, Sam and Danny and Quinn and her current toy boy—, and the only two people who didn’t have anyone to share the new year’s kiss with stood awkwardly on the sidelines.

ten

“This is gonna be very awkward for us, isn’t it?” Ethan asked Y/N.

nine

“Yup, we’re pretty pathetic.” she shifted on her feet.

eight

“Are we just going to stand here watching them make out?” Ethan turned to his side, arm resting against the wall.

seven

“We can just go to the kitchen and wait there for a couple of seconds.” she suggested.

six

Ethan took a deep breath “I have another idea.”

five

Y/N looked up at him and, for some reason, blood rushed into her cheeks. Maybe it was the closeness, or maybe it was the way his pine scent cologne hit her senses, or maybe it was just the crazy idea that had been running through her mind since the moment the group suggested they should spend new year’s eve together—Ethan being her midnight kiss.

four

“What do you have in mind?” she asked breathlessly.

three

“You.” he said, cupping her cheek. “You’re always on my mind, and right now I’m thinking about me being your first kiss of 2024. Hopefully, the first and only.”

two

Wide-eyed, she took a step closer and tilted her head towards him. “That sounds perfect. I like how you think.”

one

Fireworks shone in the sky as their lips met. The kiss only lasted for a few seconds, and left them completely love dunk and in need for more. But they knew they had all the time in the world, they were well aware it wasn’t just a one time thing.

“Happy New Years, Y/N.” Ethan smiled against her lips.

She smiled back. “Happy New Years, Eth.”

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[s1ater]

perfect match.

pairings. steve harrington x fem!reader

about. steve has a little crush.

warnings. gif not mine, foul language maybe

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steve always felt like he was trapped in his own body after his world got flipped upside down when unexplainable things invaded hawkins as well as his own life and getting into college was no longer his biggest problem.

—and of course, when nancy broke up with him. and what was once home, was now just a shell that carried him around from one place to another.

everything he found fun before didn’t strike him with the same excitement. he suddenly became hyper aware of everything and where his life seemed to be heading toward; which wasn’t bad, just something nobody really wants—a cookie cutter life that resembled exactly his parents.

until he met you.

you were a lot different compared to a lot of girls he had met and put himself into social situations with. you were smart, sarcastic, witty, and actually had things going for you; hobbies, a job, things that mattered in the long run.

you were exactly what steve needed—according to dustin. and he wasn’t wrong; steve just wished he had realized that a lot sooner.

“harrington, i didn’t realize you still came to parties,” the first time he really saw you was when you were leaned on your forearms as you came to fill your red solo cup with the red punch placed on the island as an offering to all. steve stood on the other side, staring off into space while thinking he should have never came until your slight sweet smile came into sight.

“yeah, me too,” he sighed, sounding sorrowful as he took a drink from his own solo cup, trying to pay attention to who was speaking to him—he almost thought it was his own conscious reminding him there were better things to be doing.

“you’re too cool for all this now?”

“something like that.”

you hummed, finishing up the pouring of the punch. you had honestly hoped to get more out of him, but his mouth was practically a steel trap and he didn’t seem exactly present, so you walked off with a nod.

it took him awhile to recognize you, and your name didn’t hit him until it was too late and you had already crossed the room.

**

a month later steve was parked outside of dustin’s house, tapping his fingers lightly against his car, humming to the song on the radio patiently waiting for dustin to come outside when you were walking to get your mail and your eyes caught onto the familiar burgundy BMW parked across the street. you slightly grinned from where you stood.

maybe you could get him this time.

“hey, stranger,” you slightly tipped your head as you bent down to see him properly through his rolled down window, smiling once he turned his head, almost shocked to see your face. “didn’t know you hung around here.”

“oh-i don’t-i-i’m just picking up a friend.”

oh he was already starting off so rough.

“right,” you leaned back to your normal posture, looking to the henderson house for recognition. “didn’t know you ran with the middle schoolers now.”

he nervously laughed, already knowing this would eventually happen; someone would find out that he was practically best friends with an eighth grader—really his only friend at the moment.

“don’t worry i won’t tell,” you winked just as dustin came stumbling down his front lawn to steve’s passenger seat, already taking note of you.

you were already beginning to walk away with your hands shoved into your jackets pockets and steve suddenly felt a rush of embarrassment almost, “it’s not what it looks like.”

“i’m sure it isn’t,” you called back to him.

“really, there’s more to it.”

“maybe you can tell me all about it sometime.”

steve sighed seeing you were already on your own front lawn—therefore too far to continue to explain himself without seeming like a douche.

“who’s that?”

“huh?” steve almost forgot about dustin as he turned to face him.

“that girl, who is that?”

“oh, just some… girl who’s in my physics class,” he was already having a hard time trying to explain it. he felt caught.

“just some girl?” he quirked a brow, not believing the shallowness of the statement.

“what?”

“dude,” dustin already had that blunt look on his face that steve hated so much—something that made him feel dumb as he stared back, waiting for the explanation to his dumbfounded voice. “that’s not just some girl, that’s like.. some girl you want to take home.”

“what?” okay, now he was really lost.

“what’s her name?”

“i don’t know, y/n?”

“you don’t know?”

“yes, i do know, it’s y/n.”

“good,” dustin shook his head, “because you gotta get on that, man.”

“what, no,” steve’s face screwed up, slightly caught off guard with the suggestion. “no way.”

“what do you mean, steve. did you not see that, she was flirting with you.”

“you’re on something henderson,” steve shook his head. “she was not flirting with me.”

“‘maybe you can tell me about it sometime?’” dustin repeated your words, hoping to lay it out better for him, “dude, steve, if that doesn’t mean ‘let’s have a candle lit dinner’ then i don’t know what does.”

he has to think about it for a minute, his head slightly turning as he leans on his wheel, thinking over the conversation the both of you just had ten seconds ago, “oh, she was definitely flirting.”

“see!”

“there is no way you’re giving me advice on girls right now,” steve shook his head, now moving the car into drive. “there’s no way.”

“hey, someone’s gotta give it to you,” dustin shrugs, “you’re losing your touch, harrington.”

“shut up.”

**

it seemed now everywhere he went you appeared. and you were no longer initiating the encounters, it was more of steve’s eyes wandering and they happened to stumble upon you walking down the hall. he cursed himself for noticing you first and your eyes not being there to meet his.

he didn’t understand the feeling eating at his chest as time passed and he thought about you more and more and with barely knowing you. he really wasn’t even sure if the name he had for you was correct.

“thinking about her?”

“jesus, henderson,” steve slightly flinched as dustin fell into the seat next to him on the couch without warning.

“thinking about who?” robin’s ears perked as she suddenly took interest to the conversation just starting.

the three of them currently sat in steve’s basement for a movie night that had been constantly requested by both dustin and robin until steve finally caved—and was now deeply regretting.

“y/n y/l/n.”

good, he was right.

“really?” robins eyebrows raised in surprised. “not the typical bimbo you go for, this is new for you steve.”

“what do you mean.. y/n’s not a bimbo--i don’t go for bimbos.”

“my point exactly, it’s a little concerning,” robin slightly shrugs, “but i’m sorry my friend, you do in fact usually go for bimbos.”

“i do not-“ steve raises his hands before looking over to dustin for help but the boy only nods, having to agree with robin. “okay, whatever, i don’t even like her.”

dustin rolls his eyes, “who were you just thinking about then, huh?”

steve’s cheeks turn red and he can’t help but roll his eyes, “shove off, henderson.”

he begins to giggle, shoving an accusing finger into steve’s face, “you like someone.”

“yeah, yeah, don’t get too excited,” he slaps dustin’s finger out of his face but it doesn’t stop dustin from continuing to sing in mock.

“that’s a first,” robin huffs, “you sure this isn’t just another kelly situation where you think you’re in love but it’s actually just her butt?”

“who said anything about love, or like for that matter? you guys are just jumping ahead of yourselves.”

dustin continues to sing in the background as he hops foot to foot, making robin give him a pointed look, “match maker here seems to think it’s serious.”

“he’s delusional.”

“well,” robin slightly tips her head, “you have seem really distant recently, steve. and y/n y/l/n, whoo, i’d say she’s definitely an improvement from any past love interests.”

“you’re both delusional.”

**

“we gotta stop meeting like this.”

steve almost jumps, looking up through his car window to see your face. once again, you had caught him in the midst of your neighborhood and outside of dustin’s house.

“jesus,” he looks up to you, a lopsided smile twitching onto his lips, “you a stalker now, y/n?”

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you, harrington,” you smiled, shaking your head, standing up to your real posture. “i think you’re the one stalking since you are the one parked right across from my house.”

he scoffed, “you live right across-“

“from your eighth grade best friend?” you raised a brow, making him roll his eyes. “a little weird.”

“do you have anything else better to do than to be making fun of me?”

“no, not really,” you pressed your lips together in a thin line, shaking your head.

he sighs, slightly shaking his own in thought, not knowing if he was about to regret what he was going to do next. he thinks, biting his lip before tilting his head, “get in.”

“excuse me?“

“hop in…my car?” he nods his head toward the passenger seat once more and it takes a minute for you, with your own thoughts, to decide whether or not this was a good idea. you think not, but you still round the car and get into the seat.

“this how you treat all your girlfriends?”

“maybe.”

“funny,” you shook your head, slightly smiling.

“what?”

“just never thought i’d be sitting in steve harrington’s car outside of little dusty henderson’s house.”

“now, why not?”

“oh, you’re too cool for me,” you say sarcastically, looking over to him.

“really, me?” he quirks a brow, smiling, but you could see confusion tainting his expression—he didn’t know if you were serious or not, or even what to make of your statement.

“really, you,” you nodded, “everyone worshipped you, steve… but then you just like disappeared, and even then people still worship you.” you frowned, not understanding the reverence of high school.

you liked steve, you didn’t mind him and had no problem with him, but the obsession some people had with him, you didn’t understand and you almost found quite annoying.

his disappearance and lack of attendance at parties and functions that “popular” kids attended to was something strange and unlike him. he was missed; you didn’t really care, but a lot of people did.

“yeah… right,” he sighed, looking down to his lap for a moment, thinking of all that had happened in the past year before looking back up to you. it seemed his mood was suddenly struck down at your sentence, but you didn’t understand why.

“why?”

“i don’t know,” he shrugged, “there just seemed no point in them anymore.”

“right.”

“what, you don’t believe me?”

“not really.”

“wow,” he says, “and i suppose you find them so much fun, don’t you?”

“well, yeah.”

he narrowed his brows, “girl like you? there’s no way you do.”

“what do you mean by that?” you scowled at him, taking offense.

“i don’t mean it in a bad way,” he’s quick to defend, throwing up his arms, “all i’m saying is that… you seem better than that, y’know? i’ve noticed you before, and you’re not like… a lot of those girls.”

“thanks?” you don’t know if you should take it as a compliment, but you love the way he seems flustered, trying to explain, almost embarrassed.

“yeah,” his voice is low, barely above a whisper, almost not wanting to unsettle the awkward silence. he know turns to look at you, “you don’t-“

he’s interrupted once you lean forward, pressing your lips against his.

he’s surprised, almost not processing what was happening until it hit him like a rock all at once and he finally kissed you back. you couldn’t believe yourself. never had you ever been this bold, but it was now or never, and you had been waiting to do this for awhile.

his hand clasped the side of your face, his other placing on your waist, pulling you further and closer to him till some part of you that isn’t your lips, was touching him.

he smelled of soap and laundry detergent and whatever product was in his hair. he smelled good and you didn’t want to pull away, especially since he was a good kisser, a real good one.

the rumors weren’t wrong.

he moved slow, like he wasn’t worried about time, and his lips were perfectly in sync to yours. but steve was almost overwhelmed, worried that he’d mess up even as this was one of the things he was good at.

you now pulled away, breathing shallowly but smiling as you look to him with a sparkle in your eye. he smiled back, but was finding it hard to keep consistent eye contact.

“are you blushing?” you smiled, slowly pulling away from his body. “is the steve harrington blushing?”

“shut up,” he smiled, his tongue poking into the side of his cheek as he glanced to his lap. “you’re not looking so hot either.”

“shut up, harrington,” you rolled your eyes, lightly shoving him. “i’m getting out of the car now.”

“wait, why?” he’s eager now, watching you shift in your seat.

“because i’m pretty sure your boyfriend just got a show,” you jerk your thumb to dustin who’s standing on his porch with a wide smile. you look back to steve who curses under his breath. “don’t worry,” you get out of the car now, “we’ll see each other again… maybe.”

“oh, c’mon now,” he calls out to you as you round his car, making your way back to your own home, “don’t be like that… call me!”

“so,” dustin is suddenly in his front seat, grinning from ear to ear, “are you two a perfect match, or are you two a perfect match?”

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[hearts4hughes]

i wish you would | trevor zegras

nora’s bday celly | trevor zegras x fem!reader

summary: three times you thought about contacting trevor after the breakup and the one time you did.

note: this barely follows the song, but i think it’s cute. this is the first time i’ve done one of these 3+1 type of things. also, i’m aware i said so it goes would be my next writing, but i cannot finish it for the life of me.

{ #1 }

in the quiet of the night, you lie in bed, restlessly tossing and turning. you pass time watching the headlights pass the window pane. the empty space beside you feels increasingly vast with each passing night. his warmth, his presence, the feeling of completeness he brought to your life—all of it is deeply missed.

weeks have passed since you agreed to part ways with trevor, and the weight of regret bears down on you. throughout your daily routine, everything seems to trigger memories of him. the scent of his cologne that still lingers in the air, the sensation of his arms around you, and the echo of his laughter haunt your thoughts. it’s all vanished, leaving you begging to turn back the clock.

recollections of the heated argument that led to your breakup flood your mind. the hurtful words exchanged in the heat of the moment once seemed justified, but now you see the mistakes. you wish you could take back those terrible words and heal the wounds.

“you’re so fucking full of yourself, trevor!” your voice was loud, thunderous even. “do you even care about anyone else other than yourself? have you ever even cared about this relationship?” the questions hung in the air. he took them like a bullet, each going through him with a stabbing pain.

he look at you through teary eyes, “of course i care! i’ve done everything for you!” he retorts, matching your tone. “you say i’m the one full of myself, but you don’t even know, honey. you’re just as bad as me.” he stifles out a sarcastic laugh. the sound of your heart breaking fills your ears.

through staggered breaths and choked sobs, you muttered, “it was never a good idea starting something with you. i knew you’d act like this.” you didn’t even mean what you were saying. the words flew freely off your tongue and straight into trevor’s face.

“then maybe we should break up.”

break up. you and him were breaking up.

tears streamed down your cheeks onto trevor’s boston university crewneck that swallowed you. “yeah, i think we should.”

you jolted up in your bed, shaking your head as an attempt to get the memory out. without thinking, you grabbed your phone, dialing his number, but hesitating to press call. finally, your thumb pressed down on the screen. his unchanged contact photo filled the screen as the dial tone rung through the silence of your room.

your heart seemed to pause when he finally answered, and for a moment, there was silence before his voice filled your ears. “hello?” he greeted, his tone tinged with confusion. say something! say something, y/n! but just as you parted your lips to speak, he interrupted with, "who is this?"

your heart sank as the realization hit you. he had deleted your number. tears welled up in your eyes, and with quivering breaths, you hastily hung up the call.

-

{ #2 }

as you stroll along the familiar streets of your hometown, an unmistakable sense of nostalgia washes over you. it’s been quite some time since you last been to bedford, your home town, and it feels as if a floodgate of memories from your past has been suddenly unleashed.

you hadn’t been back here since you moved to anaheim with trevor. your family would travel to california for holidays and your busy schedule never gave you time to visit.

taking a turn onto a tree-lined street, you find yourself at the very place where you first met - the moment that started it all. this was trevor’s street.

you find yourself pausing, leaning against the street sign, your thoughts carried away by the flood of emotions. it’s a bittersweet rush, a reminder of why the two of you were soulmates to begin with.

the memory of his radiant smile, the tenderness in his gaze, and the way his fingers used to entwine with yours - all of it floods your senses, and an overwhelming longing for the hockey boy surges through you, stronger than it has been in a long while.

you stand before the street sign, caught in contemplation about taking a stroll down memory lane. you know he wouldn't be here; he left his family home when he got drafted by the ducks a couple of years ago. it’s the offseason now, and he's probably out somewhere in los angeles, likely at some club.

still, doubts swirl in your mind as you turn the corner, and there it is - a jolt of surprise courses through you. his orange bronco is parked right there in the driveway.

your walking comes to a halt as well as your breath. he was in bedford at the same time as you. your thoughts go back to yesterday when you thought you saw someone who looked like trevor, but before you could catch a second glimpse, your sister was pushing you out of the store. he’s been here the whole time.

in a vulnerable moment, a thought crosses your mind - to reach out, to hear his voice, to find out if he misses you too. yet, reality soon hits you, and you're reminded of the reasons that led to your parting. the pain, the heartbreak, and the carelessness.

with a heavy heart, you continue down the street, leaving behind the memories and the longing.

-

{ #3 }

you push your shopping cart down the aisles of the grocery store, your eyes scanning the shelves for the items on your list. it’s just a routine errand, but today, something feels different.

as you turn a corner, you suddenly spot him - trevor, standing by the fresh produce section. your heart skips a beat, and suddenly it becomes hard to breathe. it’s been a while since you've seen him in the flesh.

sure you knew it was coming. he was in bedford at the same time as you, it was only a matter of time before you bumped into each other. and yet you were still surprised as ever.

his eyes scanned the shelves for cherries - his favorite fruit. whenever you’d go to the store together he’d make sure to grab two bags of organic cherries, just because he knew he’d go through the first bag within a day or two.

his hair has been trimmed since the last photo of him you’d seen. you always attempt to stay away from any social media news surrounding trevor. it just hurt too much to see anything regarding him. however, a few times you’ve caught yourself searching his name, just to check in.

as you continued to stare at him from hidden inside the cereal aisle, an impulsive urge to go talk to him filled your mind. a chance to reconnect, to bridge the gap left by the breakup. or possibly to strike up conversation and maybe relight the flame that once went out.

but then, a wave of doubt sweeps in. a few weeks ago you scrolled by a tiktok about trevor. as soon as you saw his name your scrolling halted. although, you soon paid the price.

there were rumors that the hockey star has some sort of relationship with dixie d’amelio. your heart flooded with hurt and sadness. there had been photos of him at her birthday dinner and out on an aquarium date (where he had taken you many times before).

yes, you two were broken up, but it had only been a few months. were you really that easy to get over? were you just another one of trevor’s flings?

the mere idea of him with someone else sends a surge of sadness through you. it’s an unexpected punch to the gut, causing you to hesitate. you don't want to face that reality, to witness him contentedly moving forward while you still wrestle with unresolved emotions.

with a sad sigh, you pushed your cart along through the aisle and away from trevor. he hadn’t even seen you, but what if he had? would he had forgotten about his rondevu with the tiktoker for you? or would he not even bat an eye? maybe it was best that he hadn’t seen you.

-

{ + #1 }

it had been a few days since you’d seen trevor at the market. seeing him was reliving the break up all over again. reliving the turmoil of packing your things and giving him back all his possessions. you just couldn’t take it. you couldn’t take seeing him. not right now at least, so, the safest option was to just stay locked inside your airbnb. however, sofia had a different plan in mind.

with relentless enthusiasm, sofia called you up, her voice brimming with excitement. "you won't believe who i bumped into at the coffee shop today!" she exclaimed. "it’s destiny, my friend. we’re going out tonight!"

you tried to resist, your initial instinct being to wallow in the comfort of your own thoughts. "i don't know, sof. i’m not really in the mood for going out."

but sofia wasn't about to take no for an answer. "nonsense!" she declared. "we’re going to hit the town, dance our hearts out, and try to get laid!" with sofia’s infectious energy, you found it hard to argue.

she arrived at your doorstep dressed to the nines, her outfit shimmering with confidence. "we’re getting you out of that slump, babe," she announced with a wink.

“fine.” you grumbled, stomping your feet into your bedroom and picking out the tiniest and shimmeriest outfit you had. it would be good to go out and have fun for a change.

within an hour, you and sofia were walking into the crowded club. the air reeked of alcohol and sweat. sofia grabbed your hand tightly, leading you through the crowd of people and to the bar.

once she reached the bar, she ordered some colorful drink that you were sure would get you drunk with the first sip.

“here you go, doll.” she smiled, passing you the glass. you looked down at the concoction, not entirely sure what it contained, but the mystery didn't faze you as you downed it, savoring the bittersweet burn as the liquid slid down your throat.

“that’s my girl.” she praised, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “now i’m going to do my rounds, make a few friends, and maybe score some free drinks. you’re welcome to join, but i assume you might want some space.” she said. “it’s up to you, honey.”

the thought of trailing behind sofia as she charmed every man in the room didn't hold much appeal. "i’m good, sofia. thanks, though," you replied graciously. she beamed, bid her farewells, and reminded you to call if you needed anything.

throughout the night, the atmosphere of the club and the effects of the colorful drink started to ease your mind. you swayed to the music and danced with a few nice girls around you.

and then through the flashing lights and dancing bodies, your eyes locked onto a familiar figure across the room. trevor was standing there, his gaze unexpectedly meeting yours. then the real reason you were out partying came back to you. you had forgotten him for three hours at most, that must hold some sort of record, right?

he turned to you, completely forgetting the conversation he was in and walking towards you. as soon as you saw him move, you were already zooming to the exit.

“y/n, wait!” you heard him exclaim from behind you, but you didn’t dare to look back. you could already tell that he was hot on your trail.

as you dashed toward the exit, your heart raced, pounding in your chest as the thought of trevor catching up to you consumed your mind. sofia’s cheering and the party atmosphere had become distant.

outside, the cool night air hit you like a brick. you leaned against the club’s wall, your breath coming in heavy gasps as you attempted to gather your scattered thoughts.

within moments, trevor caught up to you, his face etched with concern. “why are you running away from me?” he asked, his voice cracking as he spoke.

you looked up at him and just like that, you broke months of no contact. you hated how his blue eyes caused butterflies in your stomach despite the situation. you despised how his tender touch on your side had the power to make your troubles vanish, yet simultaneously create new ones.

“trevor, i,” his gaze softened as your voice rang in his ears. he longed for the sweet sound of your voice over these past few months. “i can’t face you right now.”

despite your words, you didn’t dare to move a muscle.

“why not?” his tone was gentle and composed.

you stared at him, inhaling a sharp breath. you look up at the stars and then to the oak bench that stood to the left of you. tears sat at your waterline, threatening to fall at any moment.

“because facing you brings it all back. it brings back all the memories and everything i wish would’ve happened.” you confessed, your voice quivering with raw emotion. tears welled in your eyes and trailed down your cheeks

he stepped back, his hand rubbing his neck. “what do you wish, y/n.” his voice grew louder, laced with a mixture of longing and desperation.

“i wish you would come back!” you retorted, your words spilling out uncontrollably. “i wish i never hung up the phone that night and i wish you knew how much i miss you because it’s too much to be angry anymore."

the hockey player stood their breathlessly. why hadn’t you said this before? why hadn’t you said this when you were breaking up? if he had known he would’ve been in your arms these past lonely months instead of praying to the universe that you’d come back.

with a word, he took a step closer, and his arms enveloped you in a warm embrace. you felt his heartbeat against your chest. the tears you had been holding back finally flowed freely, along with his own.

trevor’s voice broke the silence, gentle and sincere. "y/n, i wish i could turn back time and change everything."

you looked up at him, your eyes searching his for any sign of doubt or insincerity. finding none, you whispered, "it’s not about turning back time. it’s about moving forward."

he nodded, his grip on you never faltering. "i’m here now, baby. i promise i won't let you down again."

a warm smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "i missed you so much," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

his fingers brushed away your tears, his thumb caressing your cheek. "i missed you too, more than you'll ever know."

#hearts4hughes #nora’s writings 💐 #nora’s birthday celly! #trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras blurb #trevor zegras imagines #nhl imagine #hockey blurb #anaheim ducks

[winterlynightlystories]

Welcome to Hawkins

Tw; swearing, mention of child abuse, mention of injuries.

To not steal my work, thank you!

Billy Hargrove/Male reader (he/him)

Summary; you find Billy on the side of the road, bloody and angry. The worse part? You are not alone in the dark.

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Hawkins was a weird place. Even before the Byers boy went missing, the town faced strange things. Electrical anomalies, weird sightings in the forest and sometimes animals would meet a gruesome end. By now you were used to it.

Until the Hargrove came to town.

Hawkins was a small place where everybody knew everyone. There was no secret, not even inside your home. Even if you went in the middle of the wood, by morning the whole town would be aware of what you did. So it was no surprise they were met with mistrust.

Because it only took one look for everyone to agree; there was something wrong with them all. Especially with the father, you thought. With the way, he spoke to his son and how Billy would sometime flinch when his father moved his hands. It was obvious that something was going on.

And then they all met Billy Hargrove at school. Violent, racist, and always ready to fight. He tried so hard to be the king of the school, it was almost pathetic. But he was good to party with, you heard.

For your part, you disliked him. Billy and you would always fight; in the corridors, after school or even during sports class. Sometimes he would win, but most of the time? You would show no mercy and beat the shit out of him.

You weren't violent, some would even call you peaceful. But peaceful doesn't mean harmless and you refused to let Billy Hargrove do as he pleased.

You also pitied him.

No one was blind to the bruised he would try to play off as accidents or results of fights that never happened. Or how he would flinch, even so slightly when someone accidentally slammed a door or dropped something heavy. Or the fear his eyes would hold for a second when someone would throw a ball of paper and it would pass close to his head.

It broke your heart.

And there was nothing you could do.

That night as you drove, the forest on each side of the road, you kept thinking about the Hargrove boy. You wondered what kind of person he really was underneath all those masks he wore to protect himself.

Halfway through the forest, something caught your attention. At first, you thought it was a dead animal, maybe a deer. But then, it moved.

- “Shit!” you cursed, hitting the brake. “Hargrove? What the fuck are you doing here?” you asked, getting out of your car.

Because sitting on the side of the road was the one and only Billy Hargrove. Hair messy and bloody lips, Billy seemed to come out of a fight as the loser. But something was terribly wrong; his eyes were red and puffy and wet as if he has cried.

- “Fuck off man.” Billy snapped, looking away.

- “Seriously?” you sighed “C’mon city boy, I'm driving you home.” you added, eyes turning to the forest.

- “I said, fuck off! Or are you deaf?” replied Hargrove, making you grunt.

- “Oh, shut up. You think I'm leaving you here to be eaten by a bear?”

- “There aren't any bears in Hawkins.” objected Billy, scuffing.

- “Ah yes! I forgot it was my imaginary friend Steve who killed those animals!” you replied sarcastically. “Now you either get in the car by yourself like the good boy you are, or I'll get you in.”

- “Fuck. You.” slowly said Billy, smiling. “Anyway, why do you care so much? We are not friends or anything.”

- “Because there is no way I am leaving you here in the middle of the night!” you snapped, approaching him.

- “Wait, wait, wait! Don't tell me you are scared?” mocked Billy. “Seriously? Scared of the dark, Y/n?”

- “No, not the dark, but of what's hiding in it,” you said, seriously, stopping in front of Billy.

Billy was about to reply something when you heard the eeriest scream coming from the forest. You both froze, staring into the darkness. There was no sound, not even a cricket, or wind. It felt just wrong. Like a second before the disaster. And you felt watched like a prey being stalked.

- “Hargrove, get in the car.” you said, voice shaking as you saw a large shadow move between the tree. “NOW!”

You grabbed him by the collar and turned on your heels. Without another word, you two ran as another scream came from the forest, closer this time.

You barely closed the door before turning the engine on and driving away as fast as you could.

- “What the fuck was that?” asked Billy, looking behind. “That wasn't a bear!”

- “I don't know! I don't fucking know, man!” you replied, still freaking out. “It was too skinny to be a bear. Maybe a sick deer.”

- “Bitch, are you serious? Deer don't stand on their back legs!”

You didn't have the time to reply to anything, spotting the shadow on your left. In the dark, you could not really distinguish anything, but you could swear it was now running on four.

- “I don't want to sound dramatic, but I think it's following us.” you said.

- “How...”

Billy never finished his sentence. Instead, you both screamed when a tall shadow jumped in front of the car as you hit the brakes.

Standing on its back legs, the creature had smooth skin, almost like an eel” you thought. But darker. Like charcoal or shadows. And its head was like a flower.

You almost screamed again, feeling Billy gripping your arms and digging his nails into your skin.

- “What the fuck. Man, what the fuck is that?” he asked, his voice a mumbling mess.

- “Don't ask me! I don't know!” you whined, hands shaking on the wheel. “Man, I can't do a U-turn and there is no way I can drive in reverse in the dark.”

- “Then just run over it! Do something!”

And you did just that.

Pushing your car as fast as it could toward the creature. Maybe it knew what you were trying to do, or maybe it got scared, but seconds before the impact, the creature jumped out of your way. You sighed in relief but didn't slow down.

You heard Billy’s breath slow down before you felt his forehead on your shoulder. If he was crying, you saw nothing, because God be your witness, you were too. Not letting go of your arm, Billy actually tightened his grip.

- “Tell me it's gone. Please tell me it's gone.” he begged with a small voice.

- “Yeah, I don't see it anymore,” you replied.

- “I don't think I can go party anymore.”,” said Billy.

- “Yeah. Welcome to Hawkins.” you scoffed. “So, mind guiding me to your place?”

- “I'll rather not” he whispered.

- “Mind if I take you to mine then? I'll give you some of my shit and will take care of those bruised. I know where my parents hid their alcohol. God, I need a drink!”

- “As long as you share that drink, that sounds good to me. But I'm taking the bed!”

- “Fine princess!”

Billy said nothing and you relaxed. Heart still racing in your chest, you wondered of it was that thing who was responsible for the latest slaughter in the nearby farms. Or killed those missing outsiders. A part of you also knew you needed to call the sheriff, but the other knew it was useless. No one would believe you and you didn't want to put Billy in more danger.

So to your home, it was.

#male reader #x male reader #stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x male reader #fanfic

[stomach-bugg09]

loved your recent with fali and y/n…maybe something where they get caught intensely kissing by jake and neytiri😫 i feel like y/n is very similar to neytiri so she likes to be sarcastic and teasing towards fali (lowk bullying him BUT IN AN ENDEARING WAY) :)) and he just soaks it up.

summary: jake a neytiri walk in on [y/n] and fali during a very intimate moment, and [y/n] doesn’t pass the opportunity up to tease fali.

a/n: AHH !! THIS WAS SO CUTE !! I WANNA CRY I LOVE THEM I LOVE THIS !! okay thank you so much for requesting this, you have fed the fluff and adorable necessity inside my soul. feedback + reblogs are always appreciated !!

tags: @pinkhotdogsfr @wxnderingthoughts @bonnibuckets @hjshshjkhklhkl @liyahsocorro

warnings: so cute, so very cute, neytiri and jake walking in on a makeout session, [y/n] feeling comfy enough to be a lil jokester, couple goals, family goals, just goals in general, adorable, crying because it’s cute, neytiri and jake joking about being “safe” iykwim, the cheesiest final sentence ever, i think that’s it tbh

red handed

things were moving fast. too fast. and yet, [y/n] couldn’t get enough. she couldn’t keep her hands off of him, and he couldn’t keep himself away from her. fali couldn’t even bring himself to take his eyes off of her. she was far too beautiful.

the sand was hot. as [y/n]’s lips roamed his body—his mouth, his neck, his chest—she could feel his cold hands holding onto her hips. fali’s grip was tight, unmoving. he couldn’t get enough of her.

fali was sat up against a rock, its jagged edges digging into his skin. it was worth it, though. on top of him sat [y/n], her legs straddling his lower body. as he held her in place, her soft hands cradled his head, pressing their faces together.

besides the sound of the ocean crashing against the other side of the rock they were hidden behind, all fali could hear was his heart beat. it took over his senses, kept his awareness heightened at every moment.

it’d just been moments before. moments before when the two walked the beach alongside the children, laughing as ao’nung challenged lo’ak to a race. neteyam balanced tuk on his shoulders, jumping into the waves as their laughter echoed for miles. tsireya and kiri watched lo’ak and ao’nung, their heads shaking in disappointment, but even they could not hide their laughter and amusement.

fali and [y/n]’d been holding hands as they strolled, feet sinking into the wet sand. [y/n] was running her thumb up and down along the backside of her lover’s hand, feeling his scars and scabs from the years of war and training. she couldn’t help but find them beautiful—marks that each had their own unique story.

as she felt over his skin, [y/n] couldn’t help but let her gaze travel. she looked up his arm, eyes scanning his muscular biceps, a smirk surfacing onto her lips as she thought about just hours before when those same arms held her throughout the night.

eventually, her stare reached his broad shoulders. they were built and extremely strong. she barely even thought before her free hand was reaching out, softly brushing overtop his skin, pointer tracing the marks that’d once been cuts. [y/n] barely even noticed as they slowed their walking to a stop.

silence consumed them as fali turned, staring at her gorgeous face as she was occupied with feeling every scar on his body. he inhaled sharply as she trailed up his neck, outlining his jawline.

a thumb gently brushed over the stripe of healed flesh that scarred the right side of her face. he closed his eyes, sinking into her hand’s warmth.

[y/n] didn’t dare move her palm from where it carefully braced his head, but she let her thumb travel the slightest bit, stroking the dip between his nose and cheek. when he opened his eyes again, a soft smile graced her lips.

[y/n] let herself untangle her other hand’s fingers from the grasp of fali, bringing it upwards and towards his face, mirroring the same actions just on the opposite cheek.

fali stood, staring at her with eyes that held absolute awe and wonder for how he was able to win enough of eywa’s favor to bless him with her. it was when her leaned in to kiss her that the yearning—the necessity to touch her, to kiss her—began.

she held his face, he held her hips. their lips were fit to perfection, as if they were made to be together. and they most definitely were. when fali’s hand began to trail up her back… well, [y/n] broke the kiss, dragging him behind her as they resumed behind the rock.

and now, they sat there breathlessly in love. and she would not have it any other way. plus, it kept the kids from witnessing it. ( but, come on, let’s be real—tsireya and kiri definitely watched the entire thing unfold and as soon as they disappeared, they ran to tell everyone. )

the couple was so wrapped up in their adoration, their love, for each other, [y/n] thought to herself, nothing could ruin this. apparently, eywa took this as a challenge.

because, just as [y/n] broke the kiss with a smile, attempting to catch her breath, her ears flicked at the sound of a familiar, “tsk tsk.” fali’s mortified eyes immediately sent her turning around. the two figures that stood behind them made her heart drop.

“mom.” her voice was quiet, a hiss evident in her voice as she cringed at the situation. “dad.” that one sent fali over the edge of embarrassment. not only were they caught kissing very intimately, but they were caught by his girlfriend’s parents. could it get any worse? ( yes. )

“good evening, child.” at her mother’s smirk, [y/n] shook her head and turned back to look at fali. with a huff of air, she pushed herself up, standing up from where she previously sat on top of him. oh, eywa.

jake cleared his throat, fighting the teasing smile on his face. a few months ago, yeah, he would have been pissed. but, after countless events in which fali had not only saved the lives of his children, but also kept his oldest daughter happy, he didn’t mind the two. in fact, he completely encouraged the relationship. it was… cute. “looks like you two had fun.”

“please leave.” [y/n] held her face in her hands, now sat down with her legs crossed right next to fali. he remained silent, unable to speak as his face was far too indigo and heart far too fast.

neytiri laughed at her daughter, a joyful smile taking control of her features. she, like jake, was a full supporter of [y/n] and fali. not only was he kind, respectful, but he was an amplifier of her daughter’s abilities. neytiri’s favorite version of [y/n] was the version where she was not only happy, but strong. a strong woman meant strong babies, and strong babies meant a strong future.

“you aren’t doing anything… unsafe, are you?”

“mom!” [y/n] groaned, dropping her chin to her chest in embarrassment. a few beats of silence and then, “we would never do it on the beach.”

fali’s eyes widened at that as both parents barked laughter. their faces were full of shock—never had their daughter so much… character! it was now fali’s turn to cover his face with his hands, but no amount of coverage could hide the blush the crept down his neck.

“but,” [y/n] sighed, smiling at fali’s embarrassment ( mission accomplished ). “if you must know, we were merely kissing—”

“that’s more than just kissing,” her father pointed out. fali wanted to dig a hole in the sand to die in.

[y/n] waved her hand in dismissal. “more than just kissing, not enough to be considered anything else.” she smacked fali with her tail. “wouldn’t you say?”

“i hate you.”

the trio of sullys burst into laughter. “oh, you are too sensitive, fali. if you can’t handle the idea of our intimacy being public, how ever will we announce the day in which we are officially mated?”

“oh my eywa,” fali groaned, amusement and distress evident in his eyes once he finally uncovered them. “i am leaving.”

just as he attempted to stand up, [y/n] whined. “no! do not leave.” he jokingly huffed as he sat back down on the sand. “now you two,” she said, turning back to her parents. “you two are more than dismissed. you ruined a perfectly fine kiss.”

neytiri gave her a look. “kiss?”

“—ing session. kissing session. is that better?”

the sully parents only laughed, turning around to walk away. but, just before they could get too far, neytiri turned back around and loudly whispered, “stay safe. i do not need a grandchild.”

“goodbye, mother!”

as her parents walked away in the distance, [y/n] settled a smile on her face. she turned to fali, her hand grabbing his ear teasingly.

“hey!” he defied, exasperated with her antics. “what is with you today? you are… you are like a child!” fali could not wipe the amused smile off of his lips.

[y/n]’s jaw dropped in mock offense. “i am the child? you are funny for that, fali.” she let go of his ear, but not before smacking him on the head. “you are the one who is scared of my parents.”

“your dad could have beat me up.”

“see, that is a childish fear.”

he laughed, grabbing the girl right above the hips, fingers digging into her ticklish spots. she burst into laughter as they rolled around on the sand.

“you are the child!” they alternated the declaration, words loud but laughter even louder. but, perhaps the loudest of it all was the love they had for each other.

#avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #loak sully #neteyam sully #sully family x reader #sully family x y/n #tuk sully #tuktirey #sully family #kiri sully #sully siblings x reader #sully!reader #fali x reader

[akixxsstuff]

Dating L would be like...

Death Note L Lawliet x gender neutral reader

(I'm aware that the picture says girlfriend but the gender of the reader is not specified in the fic. The pictures were also edited by me).

Fluff // One shot

Summary: L was more like a machine than a human, he was cold, calculated and a "no fun and games" type of person aside from the occasional sarcastic or dry humored comment. L never lost his composure and would repress any emotion he had has a intimidation tactic. He was blunt and wouldn't allow anything or anyone to dethrone him.

However around you, L wasn't quite that...

The task force had suspected you and L were a couple, but whenever anyone asked about it, L would quickly shut down the conversation and went back to his work, saying that it wasn't any of their business. You and L were a couple but he just wanted to keep things secretive and professional since doing otherwise made him feel vulnerable.

He couldn't let his suspect Light know how much you meant to him just in case he used it against him, plus it was just in L's nature to be serective.

However as soon the doors were closed and the task force was gone, he would be nuzzling into your shoulder, whining for attention. He would never stop clinging onto you until he got he's way because in his own words, "I'm also childish and don't like to lose".

Like today for instance:

"Not now Lolly, I've got an appointment to book", you said sighing while L continued kissing your neck and nibbling your ear from behind. "I love you but I do not appreciate your lack of cooperation" L then grumbled.

Lolly was your main pet name for L since it sounded like it was short for lollipop, (and we all know how much L loves those) and sounded similar to his real name, Lawliet. Panda was also another common one since he reminded you of one with his dark eyes and pale skin.

He then kneeled in between your legs with his head resting on your thigh, looking up at you in annoyance in an attempt to guilt trip you, (however he couldn't mask he's pleading eyes). "Lolly I already told you I'm busy, just 10 more minutes okay my love?" you cooed while stroking his cheek. But L didn't care, he picked you up bridal style from your chair and tossed you onto the bed. "Lawliet, you should know of all people how important it is to not have any distractions from your work" you said rasing an eyebrow. "You make a fair point" L says with his thumb on his lip, "But I'm not feeling very empathetic tonight" then he proceeded to smother you with kisses.

Your dates were either cafe hopping, picnics in the park, or L trying to teach you tennis. You would always try to get him to wear shoes but he would refuse, saying "I don't like how they feel". "I know but I don't want you to step on a piece of glass and hurt yourself" you would say while kissing his forehead. "I'm sure I'll live" L would say while kissing you back. You would then sigh and take off your shoes, "Fine. If that's how you want to play" and you both would walk around barefoot.

Another thing L wouldn't budge on is removing all the cameras and wiring taps from your room, if someone broke in and tired to hurt you he needed to know immediately who was responsible so he could toss them in jail forever. He valued your life way more than his, afterall, he did challenge Kira to kill him live on broadcast.

L absolutely loved when you taunted his number one suspect Light, in fact it was his love language.

"I'm not Kira!" Light would yell.

"You're not a very convincing actor Light, but hey! Maybe they'll give you an academy award in prison just for trying. Light Yagami! Mass murderer tries playing innocent victim!".

As a detective, L would always be analysising people's behaviour and you were no expectation.

"How was your day darling?" L cooed.

"Fine. I'm going to my room".

You say that you're fine Y/N yet you're tone and lack of physical affection would indicate otherwise. Could you be trying to deprive me of your attention as an indirect punishment? What could have I done?

However, you did mention how your work load has increased because of the lack of empyoees, were you stressed from that and simply avoided me to avoid talking about it? Did you just want to forget the stresses of your day? I should confront you instead of making any assumptions, it could make matters worse because you might believe that I am deliberately ignoring you.

"Love, I believe I have done something to upset you, please tell me what it is was so I can correct my behaviour. Will you accept this piece of cake as a initial peace offering? If I'm not to blame then please tell me who's bothering you so I can potentially sue them".

#death note #fluff #fanfic #x reader #l lawliet #y/n #one shot #gender neutral y/n

[lively-potter]

— nepenthe ; part four

— genre ; age gap, angst, fluff, smut, sheltered oc, ceo jungkook, mafia/gang vibes ( kinda/sorta )

— warnings ; please note that in the beginning, the oc is in an abusive home — and if this triggers you please do not read. the oc is of age but nothing smutty will be happening for a while — but there WILL be smut. A small bit of SA is in part two and if it tiggers you, don’t read.

— intro, part one, part two, part three

— 2024 © LivelyPotter

— find me on Wattpad ; LivelyPotter

— taglist ; @ahgasegotarmy116 @jk97bam

— word count ; 2.7k

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SOLARIS January 22nd, 2024 Charleston, SC

"Damn it, gguk." a deep voice filters inside my ears as awareness creeps upon me. "What the hell did you do?"

I felt a softness underneath my head and I unconsciously nuzzled my head into it. My body felt like it was laid on a soft surface. What was happening?

"I scared the girl, okay?" a deep voice snarled back, "What else was I supposed to do when I found this little girl in my private room?"

"I don't know," a voice shot back sarcastically, "Maybe be calm and nicely ask her what she's doing in here. I mean, come now, gguk, she's a tiny thing – what harm could she cause?"

"You can never be too careful." the deeper, scarier voice spat back. "Don't question me, Theo."

Theo.

My lips parted as the memories of tonight came flooding back.

Father calling. Ataraxia. Theo...and...and the Chairman finding me.

Bile rose in my throat and I nearly felt like passing out again. Embarrassment flooded through my veins.

Oh goddess; what would Father think of me embarrassing not only me...but also damaging his image in front of Chairman Jeon? He is also known as his boss.

Oh God, please save my soul.

"Anyways, what were you doing in here? I thought you were in the other room with Mr. Caponeiv and his team?"

Chairman Jeon released a rough sigh, seemingly closer than expected to me. My fingers curled into my palms to ground myself.

How would I get out of here without being noticed?

I held perfectly still, holding my breath – listening closely to the Chairman's reply.

"Brittany came by."

"Called her didn't you?" Theo's accented voice rose an outcave in amusement.

A snort came out of the Chairman. "I'm going to be here longer than I'd like to. She offered. How could I refuse?"

Okay. It was time to 'wake up' now. Right?

Suddenly, a painful throbbing erupted at the back of my head, where I had hit it when I had taken a tumble off the soft couch. A loud whine of pain left my lips, and my tiny hand came out to grasp it.

"Oww!"

I kept my eyes clenched shut to not only hide behind my eyelids but to also keep the throbbing at bay. Shuffling was heard and the sound of the door closing was heard and I relaxed.

"Hello, little tesoro." I heard Theo say and then a big hand placed itself on my forehead. My body unwound from its tight posture in happiness.

If he was here then the Chairman must have left! Sweet Jesus, thank you! I'm not going to die today!

"Is your head paining badly? I can get you medicine," he asked kindly, helping me into a sitting position.

"N-no thank you, m-mister T-Theo." I stammered out in a rush, "d-did you find my Father?" I asked quietly, shoulders hunching.

My eyes were still closed as I cradled the back of my head.

"I did, little Tesoro. I gave him the money from your bag. He thinks you already went back home."

"Thank you. Is...is the s-scary man gone?" I whispered for clarification. Fear had the blood pumping through my veins rush at a faster rate.

I just wanted to go home and hold Mr. Carrots.

Theo let out a loud laugh, and I imagined his big shoulders shaking in the rhythm of his laughter. His hazel eyes sparkled in mirth as he beheld my trembling frame in front of his.

"I'm sure he'll be back soon, he had to step away from a moment."

Did he have to step away so his anger wouldn't get the best of him and he killed me? An audible gulp left me at the thought.

"Come, little tesoro, let's get you up on our feet." he smiled softly, grasping my hands in his and carefully helped me stand on my feet. The world spun for a split second, and I ground my stumbling feet to the floor.

"Thank y-you, Theo." I sent him a wobbly smile, finding my crocheted bag on the couch and slipping it across my body. My knees stung as they bent.

"C-can I go h-home now?" I asked, unable to look into his eyes without craning my neck back. At this gesture, a flash of the Chairman came to mind.

Goosebumps popped out upon my skin. He was even scarier and bigger than Theo was.

I'd do well to leave this place before he came back.

A look of hesitance crossed Theo's dark complexion; "You must wait a moment, tesoro. The Chairman may want to speak with you."

Paling, I stammered out a sentence.

"...w-why does h-he want to s-speak with me?" faintness passed through my body again.

The sound of the door opening had my feet stumbling forward to hide behind Theo's bulky body. The man I was hiding behind chuckled after the door closed and made his entrance known.

"Where is she?" he said.

My little fingers grasped the back of Theo's shirt in fear, huddling closer to the man.

"All is well, little tesoro. No need to hide." Theo spoke deeply, "He will not harm you."

"How are y-you so s-sure, M-mister Theo?" my voice came out small and meek in the Chairman's presence. I couldn't see him, but I feel him.

He could be in a crowded room and everyone would stop. Because that was the effect he had on people.

I heard an unfamiliar sigh and stiffened. I clenched the fabric of Theo's shirt tighter.

"Theo, Arilie needs you at the bar. Go help her." Chairman Jeon commanded, his orotund voice leaving no room to argue. In front of me, Theo said nothing, but I watched the back of his head move in a nod.

My pulse raced when Theo moved away, thus putting me right in front of the Chairman. Through my terror; I took the time to inspect the huge man in front of me.

As 'legend' goes; he was as intimidating as those women told me he was.

He towered over Theo by at least three inches. I would have had to put him at six foot four. His black suit and tie clung to every curve and crevice of his toned body to with every move of his arms – his biceps rippled underneath his jacket.

A tiny little gasp left my lips as my neck craned back to zero in on his face.

In short; his face was just perfectly breathtaking. Stunning, gorgeous, handsome, too perfect to put in simple words also fit.

It was his eyes that drew me in.

Chairman Jeon's deep brown irises were strikingly beautiful, his eye shape was something between rounded and almond-shaped and they even sparkled. His pretty eyes captivated me at first glance. It was as if he had a special power that drew people into wanting to know about the hidden shadows within his eyes.

His skin was a beautiful shade of tan with honey undertones.

My eyes squinted just a bit to catch a scar on his cheek and the freckle beneath his chubby double pierced bottom lip.

The Chairman's sharp jawline rocked back and forth as he turned his head, pretty eyes watching Theo retreating back.

I also looked at his pretty black hair, brushing against the back of his neck. It looked fluffy and inviting — my fingers twitched to get rid of the urge to play with his hair.

The door closed with a resounding thud and I was left alone to face the man that stood merely feet away from me. My teeth came down and captured my bottom lip between my teeth and bit down – a sting of pain rolling down my neck at the sensation.

I didn't know what to do with myself.

My white shoes scuffed along with marble floor, head hanging low while watching them kick at nothing. Unknowingly, I had drawn his attention to my silent figure.

"Come here." he acknowledged me, pretty sparkly eyes finding mine. I screached his eyes for any emotion, yet I couldn't detect one.

I quivered in my shoes and aquiesced to his demand without a word leaving me. It wouldn't do me any good to fight against him – I knew I would lose. I shrunk underneath his notice and slowly moved to stand in front of him.

It was then I realized, with a flush, that if I were to stand by his side – I'd only reach his bicep. How embarrassing.

Chairman Jeon watched with scrutiny, "Your name is Solaris?" he asked, gigantic body relaxing just a bit. He shoved his tattooed hands in his pockets, hiding his tattoos from view.

I nodded meekly, staring up at him with fear and admiration. Wow! He was terrifying, as expected, but I couldn't believe I was standing in front of him! He was basically a legend! World Famous and he said my name! It felt prettier and most important coming from his lips. 

He rose a brow, entirely unamused once I fought to swallow past the lump in my throat. "Are you going to speak?" he asked carefully, eyes glimmer just a bit more than before.

I flushed and tore my eyes away from his. "U-um...y-yes, sir." I simpered weakly, unable to look at the Chairman. I could only force myself to look at his shiny black shoes.

He was too appealing to look at. Way too perfect for someone like me to be allowed to stare at him.

"...m-my name is Solaris Celeste Vesper." I continued, pride flaring up within my soul as I spoke my full name aloud. My name was the prettiest thing about me, I believed.

Chairman Jeon made a small noise in the back of his throat.

It was soft and somehow relaxed my tense body.

"And how old are you, Solaris?"

It was official. No one had ever said my name the way he did. It made me love it even more.

I gnawed on my bottom lip, "...I'm n-ninteen, sir." I stammered respectfully, bowing my head in a show of upmost politeness. If I wasn't on my best behavior...well, it was just be my last day on this earth.

"Hmmm." Chairman Jeon clicked his tongue. Too frightened to take a peek at his face, I admired his shoes and how the color of his suit complimented his skin.

"Take a seat and I'll get your knees patched up, yes?"

My tummy fluttered as I wordlessly nodded and took a seat on the sofa and wiggled my bottom to get further up on the seat, feet swaying back and forth as they hung inches above the ground. I hesitantly looked up and was fixated as the Chairman walked behind me, pulled up slightly on the fabric of his pants and knelt down infront of my sitting figure.

I watched him open a small box with a bright red cross on the front and adverted my eyes when he glanced up.

"This may sting a bit," he said, lips pressed in a thin line as he tore open a small square packet and withdrew a white wipe.

"O-okay." I grimced in discomfort as he pressed the little wipe on my skinned knee, thoroughly cleaning my knees.

I rubbed my lips together and allowed myself to stare at the top of his head once his face was pointed downwards, focused.

He didn't seem so scary now. He was cleaning my wounds and being gentle, too. If he was helping me...well, he couldn't be too mean, right?

I was drawn to look at his hands once more.

His right hand had a plethora of pretty tattoos and I traced over every once of them with my eyes. My mouth formed a little O as I took in his pretty rings, they looked really expensive. But my favorite one would have to be the simpler golden ring, the one on his pinkie finger – it was classy and elegant all the same – with a engraved J on the flat surface of the ring.

A signet ring — telling all who looked at it exactly who he was and where he had come from.

Out of all of them; it was the prettiest in my opinion. Most of the time, the simpler things were the best.

My mouth opened and words came tumbling out before I could stop them.

"...y-you are scary...but not as s-scary as some p-people say, Mister." I uttered with a tiny flush as the q-tip swiping ointment along my knees stilled.

I paled, fearing that I had upset him, when he finally chuckled.

"Is that so?" he articulates, his perfectly chiseled face raising up to look at my pale face. I slumped back against the seat in relief when a small quirk lifted the side of his lips. Thank goodness he wasn't angry.

Chairman Jeon efficiently finished up cleaning my knees and placed pretty pink hello kitty bandaids on my knees that I giggled at.

I was beginning to relax around the man, enough to where I wasn't stammering my words in front of the man.

"Thank you, Mister!" I beamed up at him, wiggling my legs as I sat on the seat. My knees felt so much better after he doctored them and butterflies swarmed lowly in my tummy at his kind gesture.

"When is Mister Theo coming back?" I wondered, lips pouting out.

Chairman Jeon loosened his tie and blinked down at me, a light kindleding withing his eyes. "I have to go home soon, Mister. May I leave?" I admired his strong body as he took a seat across from me, and resting his ankle across his knee.

"Wait just a moment," he said, looking at my arms quickly, his glare sticking onto my upper arms. My eyes followed his and landed on the bruised skin. I covered my arms in shame and couldn't look at him in the eyes for a couple minutes.

His sharp jawline tightened when my hands covered what I could to shield the bruises from his sight. He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, creating a bulb shape, and stared right into my eyes.

"I'll have Theo drop you off at home," he offered kindly, smiling gently at me – acting completely different to the man that I had met when he came into this room. My lips parted.

"...okay, Mister."

The Chairman nodded, face held in a blank expression, but eyes still kind. "Good." he remarked, taking his phone from his pocket. I watched him type something on his phone underneath my lashes, until he pocketed the sleek phone once more.

"Theo's waiting at the entrance." he passed on, running his fingers along his sharp jawline, his smokey sounding voice making me shudder.

"Thank you, Mister." I beamed and wiggled my bottom off the couch. I scurried across the room and opened the door.

I stopped myself before I closed the door. Remembering my manners, I poked my head back inside the door, and saw Chairman Jeon lick along his bottom lip, observing me in amusement.

"Bye, Mister! I hope you have a good night! And thank you!" I cheered, about to close the door – when I gasped once more. I poked my head back inside the room, "Oh – and I hope you sleep well! Goodnight!" I waved happily, feeling more at ease in the presence of Chairman Jeon.

The last thing I heard before closing the door, was his throaty chuckle.

author's note ; ✨

Solaris is so cute 😭😭🥹 I love her so much ❤️✨ As always, thank you so much for reading and enjoy!

#jeon jungkook #bts fanfic #jungkook x oc #wattpad #bts jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jeon jungguk #jungkook x original character #jungkook angst #ceo #solaris #nepenthes

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“Is it over? Is it really over?” | Mark Watney x Reader

Fictober 2023 Day 24 - “Is it over? Is it really over?”

Mark Watney x Reader

Warnings: making out, occasional swearing, use of Y/N, Matt Damon (Matt I hate you and your use of slurs, but why do you keep showing up in my favourite films? 😫)

A quiet day is usually hard to find at NASA, but since the rescue of stranded astronauts Mark Watney and Y/N L/N from Mars, things had certainly calmed down as the Hermes ship continued its almost year-long journey back to Earth, safe and sound.

Instead of calculating trajectories and plotting courses, the scientists at NASA now had a slightly more chilled job of combing through the hundreds of video logs made by the pair of astronauts during their time of exile. As soon as they arrived at the Ares IV MAV, the high-bandwidth connection on board was used to upload the diaries to Earth, to chronical their time on the red planet, but also provide the memory of their final living days in case the worst occurred during their rescue mission.

Thankfully, the worst did not happen.  

Vincent Kapoor and Mindy Park now crowded around an office computer scanning the videos for any important information they missed to be filed away for NASA’s future space missions. Annie Montrose kept an eye on them and the screen over their shoulders for anything she might be able to release to the public who continued to clamour for anything about life on Mars.

“Our own employees shit-talking the scientists of NASA and their advice to help save their lives maybe shouldn’t be broadcast to the world,” Annie lamented as Mindy shut off another video where Mark whined about an army of botanists trying to micro-manage his potatoes with a new growing technique and Y/N complained about the demanding engineers who critiqued her repairs on the rover and quote “wouldn’t know a wrench if they sat on one”.

“Self-awareness can be a refreshing approach for a government agency,” suggested Vincent, sarcastically, rubbing his eyes from the glare of the screen. Mindy laughed as Annie launched a pen at Vincent’s head in annoyance as she clicked on the next video. It began with Mark alone on the screen.

xxx

“So, nothing has caught fire in 15 sols, I think that’s a new record for us,” Mark always managed to sound cheerful on his video diaries no matter the situation. He could be smoking from an explosion, arm falling off and in the middle of a claustrophobia-induced argument with you, but still have a boyish smile on his face.

You couldn’t think of anyone better to be stuck on Mars with. His constant witty narration and array of new bold ideas to keep you both alive braved your unfathomable storms, even when you were close to giving up on ever returning home.

No wonder you fell for him.

And he fell for you too.

Some would say being stuck on a deserted planet with your crush would be a dream. Maybe not a dream, but the constant close quarters did force you both to admit your burgeoning feelings for each other and begin your relationship. Sure, the adrenaline-fuelled trauma bonding and distinct lack of personal space at all times sometimes felt like a wall, your patience with each other and resolve to overcome triumphed.

“Y/N should be back soon,” Mark continued, “it’s been pretty goddamn quiet without them here. I hope they get back soon, I’ve started talking to my potato plants again… Y/N, please come back soon.” You had been on a multi-Sol test-drive of the rover, trying to gently push its limits before the long pilgrimage that was to come. Mark loved your commitment to the rover, how you cared for it like your child - both your child - but all he wanted now was for you to return, safe and back in his arms.

Mark continued his daily report diligently - so diligently, in fact, that he was completely unaware of your early return back to the Hab.

All that could be seen on the screen was his eyes suddenly snapping to the side and widen with a gasp.

“Oh my God.”

In an instant, he was up and completely gone from the camera, but soon he returned, locked in a heated embrace with you.

You both crashed and clattered into the wall of the Hab; you straddling his thighs with your dusty suit rolled down, exposing your torso, and him laid almost completely flat on his desk chair, pulling you into him with all the force of a lonely lover finally reunited. Your lips moved with a frantic speed, making up for lost time, as your weathered and slightly dirty hands threaded through his hair. He clutched and squeezed all over your curves as he whispered affirmations of “God, baby, I missed you”, “fuck, I was so worried”, “I love you so much” between kisses.

Mark eventually broke away, only for a second, remembering in a panic that the computer was still recording. It took all his might to pull away from you, but you launched back in immediately, planting sloppy kisses down his neck. His eyes started to roll back with a sigh on his lips and his hand fumbled around for the computer’s off switch.

xxx

In all their years, the NASA employees had never been more shocked.

A simple briefing log quickly descended into softcore porn. But it was so hard to look away.

Mindy had her hands covering her eyes, but still secretly peeked between her fingers; this was by far the most interesting briefing she had ever been a part of.

“Is it over? Is it really over?” she asked worriedly from behind her hands. She got no response from Vincent who simply looked ahead, stunned and silent, no words to wipe their memories of what they just saw. An exasperated sigh sounded from Annie, her brow pinched within an inch of its life.

“No one release that one to the public.”

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[robberskisses]

The boy next door pt 2

Part one

cw: matty healy x reader, mentions of drinking, smut.

note: idk how I wrote so much for just one tiny part, not proofread as I want to get these parts posted and I’m tired :,)

As your alarm clock rings, wind gushes your hair into your face, reaching to move it out of the way you start batting your eyelids, as you suddenly remember everything. You spin your head to face the other way. He isn’t there. Just the window wide open, making your room all cold and you start to feel frustrated. You knew your imagination could run wild, but this? He had to have been here last night. You know it was real, you felt it. You spring up feeling deaf with silence, taking a glance out of the window; Matty’s window was closed along with his curtains too. In this state you had no other choice but to get ready, and you did quickly.

Creeping downstairs once again, you grab to trail your bike out when you decide to quickly take a peek if Matty has left yet, you know the part where he brought you home wasn’t a dream, and he did say he felt bad about you riding to school. Surely if he had slept in your bed he would remember the offer on at least one day. Peeking through the shutters of the window you feel a sense of relief. Leaning onto his van, smoking a fag, he stood right infront of your house.

“Hey” you say stepping out of your door, in your best efforts to sound chill about what could or could not have happened. He looks up abruptly from his cig he was attempting to relight, “y/n im so sorry” he motions his hands out towards you, “leaving your window open, I had no way to close it when I climbed back through this morning, I”. So it was real. The boy next door had stayed over, told you that you were beautiful, and the worst part is you were the one to kiss him. But maybe the best part was how calm he was about it all, how he only cared about leaving the window open.

“That’s okay,I didn’t even notice”, you lie, “the temperature isn’t all too bad out here in spring” you add as you walk to the van door. He lets out a sigh of relief whilst trying to take an extra step forward to open the door for you, “I was scared about you getting cold or sick that’s all”. You hide the way your blushing by looking out of the window when he gets in. “Your words got to me” you look his way, “I’d really like to come tonight, if that’s okay with you”. “That’s cool” he responds with a smile. Something in your heart hurts a little when this was such a big thing to you, part of you hoped you weren’t just another one of his side hookups, and the moment you got to school he would just go quiet on you.

Feeling nervous as the pair of you arrive at school, you peer over at him wondering if he wants you to get out first and clear off before he gets out. “What?” He glares back at you. “Have I got something on my face” he says whilst going up to grab the font mirror, smushing his lips around to check his teeth. “No sorry, no I was just wondering if we were getting out” you interrupt his face scan. Looking your way with a sense of relief he rolls his eyes sarcastically, “ahhh are you getting used to me opening so many doors for you, wait a minute i’l be around in a sec princess”, he laughs, you do too, feeling the usual flush you do around him. Hurrying around and opening the door for you, hopping out you look around for the girls you made friends with yesterday. “Leaving me so soon?” Matty says whilst getting a pack out of his bag. “Well I can’t exactly waltz into the boys school can I?” You respond. “You wouldn’t pretend to be a boy just to spend more time with me, hmm maybe we aren’t as good of neighbours as I thought we were” he says sarcastically, patting the top of your hair lightly, “See ya later”. “Bye matty” you reply. Should I tell them everything or should I keep quiet, you think to yourself, whilst you want to tell your new friends every last detail and reminisce out loud on what had just happened last night, you are also aware of two things. Firstly, they all are obsessed with him, and you don’t want to loose your first group of friends through jealousy or coming across as a slut. You are aware of how dramatic you sound, and second, yesterday you spent the entire day rattling off how much you hated him, you are going to sound crazy.

You spot the girls sitting on the steps that enter the girls school as they sip on their morning milk. “Umm did we just see you get out of you know who’s car” Lacey says questioning you, the group of them all peer your way like knives. “I did, it was so weird he just randomly offered a lift, we basically sat in silence like the whole time though” you respond. Meagan tilts her head in confusing “Him offering a lift.. unheard of, he must be in the best mood of his life”. You laugh nervously, “he did mention he has a gig tonight though, somewhere called volume bar?” You add trying to build your story. The girls begin to bustle excitedly, “y/n you better be joining us” Lacey says, “He probably picked you up to promote it” Liliya says giggling, “We usually hear about these things weeks in advance, must be last minute”. “Haha probably” you lie, “Il definitely be there though”.

Spending the next two hours planning your outfits, you learn how obsessed the teenage girl is with the teenage boy. Being isolated in your small town from them really held you back from an entire life of addiction. They assessed boys like assignments, knowing what they liked and what they didn’t, the patterns in their behaviour, how to impress them and get their attention. The one thing that confused you though, was how little they really knew about Matty. They grew up alongside him, yet viewed him as the cold hearted, rouge boy you thought of him to be, knowing him for a day. Strange, strange, strange you thought to yourself.

As the day grew closer to an end and the girls whispered to other classmates about the gig and helped you with what you should wear, Liliya suggesting you would apparently suit curled hair more than anything, the moment the boys came into mass, silence finally calms your ears. Finding his seat you see Matty, he ever so slightly smiles your way. “Did you see that y/n, did you actually just see that” Meagan says in a panicked tone. The girls all glance your way around you. “Yea I saw he just smiled at you” You lie. She starts going on how she knows he’s always had a thing for her. Being scared Matty was using you, and embarrassed of being around you, you have no idea why you are the one hiding whatever the pair of you have going on.

“Y/n you should totally ask Matty some questions about Meagan on the ride home. “Oh my god please you’d be the bestest friend ever if you did” she exclaims, hugging you. “Don’t make it too obvious though”. You nod wandering over to Matty’s van once again. For some reason, all of the girls talk about Matty today makes you more excited than you ever have been to see him, to spend time with him.

“Hey” you say as you arrive to them loading the vehicle up with instruments. “I don’t think there’s enough space in here for another person, your gonna have to rely on a ride home from George I’m afraid” Matty tells you trying to roll a drum in. You glance at his friend George, half smiling. “Hi” he says more out of it than you’ve ever seen a person. “If it’s too much trouble I can just walk, it’s okay” you say trying to avoid an awkward fifteen minutes. He turns around proudly after successfully getting the final piece of kit in, “don’t worry he’s going the same way”. “Don’t worry il still be able to get you tonight, and open the door for you” he winks. You giggle at home whilst trying to stay cool in-front of the band you’d heard so much about, “Just please don’t make it too obvious your there to pick me up” you whisper to Matty before stepping over to George’s car. Getting in at least it isn’t just you in the car, two other boys sit in the back flicking through sheets of paper, discussing which songs they should play tonight. Music you’d never heard on is quietly coming from the radio, that seemed broken as every few beats would have a scratching noise.“So friends with Matty then” George asks while tapping the ash from the bottom of his fag out of the window. “Uhh yeah.. he’s my neighbour didn’t he mention” you reply to him. “That boys got a million things going on” George says. You don’t reply at the puzzle his answer gives you. You pray it doesn’t really mean that boy brings home a new girl every weekend, so many even his best friend can’t keep up.

Arriving at home, you rehearse the lie you’d been coming up with the whole way home one final time in your head. Your new friend Liliya has invited you over for a meal and board games with her family, as their grandparents and cousins are coming over. You could get a lift both there and back and you’d be home around 11pm. Seems innocent enough and equally as important. “No!” Your parents say in unison. “What, what do you mean no?” You say frantically, beginning to get stressed. “Now that’s just silly waltzing in on a family’s special night” your mother says, “come on you can’t say that she says her friends always come around for those meals, you don’t want me to be left out do you” you add to her stupidity. “That’s the thing, we don’t know any of them, go next time when we get a chance to meet all of these people” your father tells you demandingly. “Come o-“ you get interrupted, “now I don’t know where you’ve learned that tone from but if you think that’s getting you anywhere you aren’t so bright” your mother says sternly, almost shewing you away.

Slamming the door of your room you don’t feel as life is fair, how is it that you’ve spent the first seventeen years of your life trapped from what real girlhood is like, and boys, and music, and a chance at living for something more than religion and family. You stress at how much this means to you. An idea spawns, scanning the room for something heavy, but not glass breaking heavy you pick up a little white ping pong ball. Quickly getting ready and curling your hair, just like you had been advised to. You slip into your black mini shirt and a denim skirt you had loaned from your cousin last year when you went on vacation with them. Putting on slightly more makeup than usual you swing the window open, throwing the little ball at Matty’s, praying that he was in there. To your delight his window opens, “I was just about to go outside to wait for you” he spectates. “Matty quiet down, please” you say, he tilts his head in slight confusion. “I made up a silly little lie and they wouldn’t even let me go out for that” you tell him. “Oh.. right we” you cut him off, still whispering, “The ladders, let me sneak through please”. His face brightens like you had just invented the cure for everything. Placing the silver ladders between your rooms he grabs on tightly, “careful, please”, you begin to climb up. “Tell me your going to be careful y/n”, you look up abruptly, he’d never used that tone with you, “okay, il be careful Matty”. Carefully crawling between rooms, Matty grabs onto your waist when you are closest to him, carrying you into his room. You both do that thing again, the not so awkward stare. You notice in all of that brown, there’s a little golden yellowy colour in his eyes, so hidden you’d have to go so close to see it. “Almost give me a heart attack there” he softly laughs. “Oh so it’s okay for you to do that but not me”, you speak in the same quiet tone, burrowing one of your brows. Looking down at you still he’s quiet too, “you know that’s not what I meant”. “MATTY!” George screams. “Hurry up NOW”. “Ups I forgot I had people waiting”, Matty awkwardly pulls a face. Hurrying downstairs you pinch the bottom of your skirt making sure it stays in place. “What I thought you were his neighbour not his roommate” George says in a misty tone. Matty pushes his cap into his face, blinding him as he collapses into a wall. “Im not waiting any longer” the mousy hair one adds, going through the front door. “That’s Adam, and behind me’s Ross” Matty tells you, “I doubt they had the courtesy or social awareness to introduce themselves” Matty says shaking his head at Ross. “Hi, Hello” you say to each of them spinning your head around to the back seats. The pair of them shooting tiny waves. “How’s it fair the three of us are squeezed back here” Ross says looking at Matty. “It’s called kindness and decency Ross” he responds, “and since when did you ever posses either of those traits” Ross says while they all laugh.

Arriving at the bar, you see your friends waiting outside, you wave at them slowly pausing as you see their faces drop. You walk over with the boys trailing behind. The girls all greet them, telling Matty how excited they are to see them play. Matty tells them that they need to go get things ready, and they go inside. “Vip entrance much” Lacey says. “Right, like where was my invite to pull up with the band” Megan adds. “Live next door to one of them, I guess” you try to sound unsuspicious. As the girls get drinks, you spot the boys coming out. Meagan grabs your hand and pushes through the small crowd opposite the barfront. The four of you find yourselves up front, despite the angry murmur from the girls around you. Standing tall above you Matty’s palm wraps around the mic, despite all your self talk about how much you knew him you didn’t even think about which role he had in the band. The singer. You felt selfish and mean for not taking more interest. “Hi, I’m Matty, this is the band, we’re called drive like I do, and you better like our stuff”. Adam starts playing a low chord, and slowly everyone joins in. A few girls around you sing a few of the lyrics, the song was good but part of you was shocked they were as big to have people know their songs yet. “Slow down, yeah I want you” Matty sings softly into the mic, looking down at you with that same Matty smile on his face. “Yeah she’s doing it all the time” Matty finishes the song with George joining in loudly, everyone cheers for them. “That ones called You… or something” Matty backs up ready to play the next song.

Dancing with your friends, and admiring Matty’s music felt blissful. Drinking for the first time and being gifted a little silver cross necklace by your friend Liliya, because it would “suit you soooo well”, is what being a teenage girl is. Feeling happier than ever you and the girls cheer and clap in unison as the band wraps up, exiting the stage. After a little while the boys join you around the bar, “You drink?” Matty asks you, “Apparently now I do” you respond, “Il get you something if you like”, Matty says after asking for a vodka coke. You spot Meagan side eyeing Lacey. “That’s okay” you respond. Looking down at George’s watch as his arm is spewed across the bar counter, you spot the time. You start to get nervous as it’s getting late, and in the chances that your parents did catch you, you could at least be home for curfew. Watching Matty finish his drink you whisper in his ear, “Do you know when we are leaving, I’m getting a little nervous and I”, “Well I’m gonna call it a night” Matty announces to the group. “So soon?” Both George and Meagan say, as George turns around and pulls a face at her, as if he said it first. “Sorry lads, promised the family I’d be home early” Matty responds, George clearly not buying it speaks “and since when do you follow”, being cut off by Matty shushing his lips. You wave goodbye to your friends and Liliya gives you a hug. Matty makes you wait at the door for a second, “just need to get the van from around back, don’t go anywhere, I mean it don’t leave”. The sweet unseen side of Matty was everything to you, but the protective, sort of controlling part to him, something you’d never felt by anyone close to you, was the cherry on top. Tonight, something felt different.

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[switch-writer]

Blueberry haired and Raspberry haired

A/N: AHHH THIS IS SO LATE, BUT HEY @stopiteatpopcorn , I WAS YOUR SQUEALING SANTA. I hope you like it and that it was worth the wait! I didn’t wanna force myself to write this because as someone who’s your friend, and as I do with all squealing Santa events, I PUT MY ALL INTO IT. And we know when we force ourselves to write, it’s just, BLAH. But hopefully you like it! I also kept texting you to subtly get ideas or know if I could write something so HAHA👹 I wanna thank a new friend of mine (who ironically isn’t in the tickle community) for giving me the idea of how to even START THIS FIC. So thank them👺🫵 I ALSO WANNA THANK OUR HOST FOR SQUEALING SANTA THIS YEAR. Always amazing to work with the host, and our host this year was lovely and understanding, so thank you! And without further rambling, this was fun to write and I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Shanks and Buggy cross paths, and the flashy clown has to figure out how to avoid a fight with Shanks without spilling everything. Meanwhile, Shanks isn’t too concerned and helps his friend lighten up… with some teasing of course.

Extra note: I didn’t proof read so there maybe spelling errors 🤡

Warnings: Tickles, foot tickles, I don’t remember if there’s swearing, I don’t think there’s anything else.

See. This was unexpected. In fact, if you told Buggy this was a day he’d meet Shanks once again. Not even close to the top of his guesses. Yet, here he was, making eye contact with Shanks…

And he was horrified. His crew was cheering and ready to loyally watch their captain take on a rival, one of the strongest pirates of the sea, the famous red haired Shanks! This was beyond exciting, they could barely contain their joy as they stood behind their Captain.

As for This Captain… The blue haired Captain was trembling in pure shock, not only did he know of Shank’s power… but Shanks had the power to piss him off like no other. It was like it’s own devil fruit.

So here Buggy was, trembling in some sort of mixed emotion as the red haired pirate smiled in a laid back manner, as if aware of his feelings and chose to observe.

“Dammit! Make the first move!”

“Haha! Clowns first, you know that rule!” Shanks called with his confident yet relaxed tone, not worried in the slightest as he teased. However, this comment happened to make an emotion in Buggy take dominance…

Anger.

“NOSE?! I NOSE THAT RULE—?! Why You Little—!”

And the chop chop fruit went to work as Buggy split in two pieces, namely his torso ‘chopped’ off from his waist, and he and his torso went straight up to Shanks, flying up to him.

“YOU BETTER NOT SAY ANOTHER WORD OF MY NOSE—!” Buggy squawked, Shanks letting a soft laugh out as he flashed a smile. “Ah, you never change, Buggy.” The pirate with a higher bounty spoke with those hazed eyes, causing more complaints from the blue haired pirate.

“WHAT?! I’ve changed lots, mind you! You just don’t know it yet, you haven’t seen anything yet!” His hands detached as he gripped Shanks by his shirt, poking his chest as well as the fellow pirate smirked softly, amused by how easily provoked Buggy happened to be.

Meanwhile, Buggy’s crew was in awe. “Captain is handling Red Haired like he’s not afraid of a thing he could do… our Captain is unbeatable!” They cheered out, snapping the squawking and squabbling pirate out of his focus to glance back at the crew he led.

“…Hmph.” Buggy huffed, calming down… as much as Buggy could.

“You have quite a crew, a supportive one at that.” Shanks spoke with a calming tone, sounding… happy for Buggy. The clown seemed shocked, becoming choked up as his crew members continued to cheer…

“Hah! Of course! We’re the best crew around!” The Chop Chop Man exclaimed cockily. “Haha! Of course you are.” Shanks commented. “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean! That sounded sarcastic!” Buggy scolded before crossing his arms despite his hands still gripping Shanks’ shirt.

But within a couple moments, Buggy and Shanks went into private, just a simple little room as their crews stood back and let them ‘sort things out’ and whatnot. In actuality, they were just going to chat so Buggy could avoid the fight and not get bested in combat so miserably.

So here they were… And this was… horribly awkward. Especially now that Buggy stopped whining.

“…Well aren’t you going to say something?!”

Nevermind.

“We have time, don’t we? Tell me, what’s the recent?” Shanks spoke calmly, his charming smile always remaining on his face. Although, this question managed to make the clown defensive.

“Lots of things! Of course we’re planning on storming the grand line, finding all the treasure in the world, and taking out every pirate we cross!” Buggy protests, refusing to show any small bumps in this little plan of his. “Oh?” The redhead spoke before adding onto his sentence.

“So what about me then?” “Eh?” The blueberry— I mean blue haired man seemed flustered. “You said you’d destroy any pirates in your way… right?” “W-Well, yes—!” Buggy spoke with little confidence, trying to avoid what Shanks was implying.

“So, why not go up against me?”

Oh come on! He made this impossible to avoid! What excuse would even make sense other than ‘I’m a wussy!’

“Because… I have my reasons and I don’t need to explain them!”

That caused a moment of silence, his fumbled sentence made his reasons a mystery, and that seemed to surprise Shanks since usually Buggy couldn’t keep a thing from him.

“…Oh? Well… in that case, Buggy.” Shanks began before grinning.

“Let’s play a game.”

The Genius Jester seemed to be caught off guard once more, but listened intently.

“I’ll try and get you to confess your reasonings, and you resist.” And that seemed easy enough, thank goodness! Hah! This will obviously be easy! So, Buggy pridefully crossed his arms and stuck up his nose— erm, stuck up his chin, as if radiating his ego with his body language.

“Hah! Do your worst!” The Clown spoke as the lacking strawhat Captain seemed glad he had fallen into his little game. His little trap.

Shanks slowly stood from his seat, and slowly approached Buggy… and walked behind Buggy.

Was this an intimidation tactic? Buggy couldn’t tell! But it was horrifying! Horrific even! “Hey—! Watch it—!” Buggy attempted to speak before suddenly letting a shriek out, feeling a little bit of a tickle… or rather multiple tickles around his neck as he quickly tried to flip around.

And as expected, he was met with that smile… but with a mischievous hint to it.

“Still got weaknesses from our days as rookies?”

No.

“Don’t—!” Buggy fumbled. “Why not? It clearly still works.”

Don’t.

“T-That doesn’t mean it’s fair!” The clown exclaimed before a small chuckle left Shanks. “Well, consider it payback since you never played fair.”

And despite that, Buggy couldn’t think of another word before his own laughter bubbled out of his throat from tickling around his belly, causing loud but the famously silly laughs from Buggy. They were more authentic and less dramatized!

Only authentic for the ‘fan’ who’s been there since the start.

“Do you give in?” “N-NEHEVER! Nohot a chance—!”

And suddenly, Shanks raised him up from the chair and pushed him with his arm onto the bed, causing Buggy to fall right over. And within a moment, Shanks was sitting on his waist, spidering and scribbling his fingers on the clown’s belly, causing everything but him staying quiet, nor still as he snorted, his limbs flailing yet never reaching where he needed them to.

“S-SHAHAAAANKS!”

“Oho. That was like a battle cry. What’s up?” “PFF— QUHUIT IT! I-I demahand you s-stohop it!” “Oh? Hmm… no can do. I haven’t heard anything but laughing from you, and I definitely didn’t hear any reasons.”

Oh come on! Buggy would’ve sulked if he wasn’t smiling bigger and brighter than a star, but out of the blue… he felt something. He finally didn’t feel tickling all over his belly, but he also felt Shanks.. oh no. Nonono. Not this. Not again. What’s with happy people who wear strawhats or have worn strawhats and this—?!

“Wait—! Waitwaitwait—! Shanks—! Don’t you dare—!” Buggy protests, trying to grab at Shanks before Shanks flipped himself around, now facing his lower half and slipped his shoe off.

“Alright! I’ll count down. 3…”

“SHANKS—!”

“2…”

“Don’t—! Don’tyoueven—!”

“1!”

And due to Shanks knowing how to work around lacking an arm, he sat on his leg, good for Shanks! But awful for Buggy who couldn’t move his foot.

And the moment he felt the gentle touch of Shank’s fingers skittering around, he admittedly was laughing like a hyena, not that it’s inherently out of character for him, but not something you’d hear everyday. Admittedly, as loud as Buggy was, after he’d squeal, he’d start laughing more… softly? It still had the raspiness in his voice, but it was much softer after he got used to the feeling.

“Kitchee koo?”

“sHUT UP—!”

It brought that smile Shanks had to a grin, he enjoyed seeing his old friend laugh…

But on the other hand, Buggy didn’t ever have this much endurance when he was younger… did he get less ticklish when he grew up? Possibly… but not quite… more endurance maybe?

Nonetheless, Shanks was stumped. It seems more like his friend was enjoying it, which was good, but he wasn’t willing to fess up. As rewarding as the happy laughter was, Shanks still had to tease him. That’s what left Buggy on his feet.

Oh ironic. Shanks chuckled before stopping, letting his friend take breaths and relax as the redhead hummed, thinking this over… What else could he do? He needed another little push…

“Oh! Buggy!”

“Oh what now?! Was that not enough?!” Buggy whined frustratedly, although it was clear he didn’t truly care that much. He was always dramatic about situations, especially to keep up his pride, and that added to his charm… erm well. ‘Charm.’

“Haha! I just had an idea is all. It may get you talking?” And the clown pouted. “Oh you’re joking!” He huffed out, moody despite the playful situation. It wasn’t that it was that bad, but his pride surely didn’t like it.

Although… The childish action sparked memories! Happy memories… and it was heartwarming for Buggy to think back on them…

BUT! If that stupid pirate who lost his strawhat thinks he can make him all soft and happy, he has another thing coming!

“Pff. I promise I’ll stop if this doesn’t work, alright?” Oh. Well… fine. Buggy nodded approvingly with his chin up high in pride, whether or not he wanted the memories to stop, this red haired whatever his face is isn’t gonna win!

With that, the man with the scars around his eye smiled casually… and lifted his shirt up. “…What.” Buggy mumbled in confusion. What could he possibly—

And suddenly Buggy’s thoughts were interrupted by… a loud high pitched squeal. One a coward would have. And it was followed by hearty laughter.

Granted, Buggy was a squealer, but Shanks’ laughter afterwards was his signature, beyond recognizable.

“Oh that’s great! Gold even! Let me do that again!” And Shanks leaned down to his belly, and blew a raspberry straight onto his tummy, causing not only the funny noise to ring out, but another squealy shrieky laugh from Buggy as he threw his head back in laughter, his hair flopping around as he wiggled.

“DAHAHAMMIT—! H-Hahave mercy—! Nonono noT AGAHAHAIN—!”

Buggy kept getting attacked by raspberries, not only causing a ticklish sensation, but the sounds and noises making him laugh, especially when Shanks would laugh half way through the raspberry.

And if this wasn’t a spinning image of when they were children, then nothing was. It was ironic to see this play out.

“Okay!! OKAY—! I’ll tell you—! Just quHUHUIT—!” And one final big raspberry on the belly, and Shanks lifted himself up, laughing softly and yet with his whole heart.

And admittedly, they were just sitting there laughing and giggling for about 30 seconds before Buggy forced himself back to reality and stood to his feet. “N-Now this isn’t over! Just because I gave in doesn’t mean— wait where’s my…” Buggy quickly checked for his shoe before Shanks tossed it over.

And then Buggy went right back to speaking, pulling his boot on. “— It doesn’t mean that I am weaker than you! I just… pitied your attempts and thought it was such a waste of time.”

“Right.” Shanks smirked, a cheeky smirk of course as he leaned back. “Is this a good time to confess I actually just wanted to play around and didn’t care?”

Silence…

“OH YOU LITTLE—!” Buggy stormed over, causing Shanks to laugh once more as usual…

“LETS SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT THEN—!”

And with that, it was safe to say their crews didn’t see them for a little while… but it was worth it for them to relive some memories and have some fun… and of course, take one another down a notch…

Or namely, a clown was taken down a notch or two, as for the redhaired pirate… we can only guess, hm?

#one piece #one piece tickles #op tickles #op #lee!buggy #ler!shanks #ticklish!buggy #implied #lee!shanks #and #ler!buggy #fluff #sfw tickling community #tickle fluff #sfw #sfw tickles #squealing santa 2023 #squealing santa 2k23 #ss2k23 #IS THAT ALL THE TAGS? #BLAH ILL ADD MORE LATER IF NEEDED #STOPITEATPOPCORN

[bbinkus11]

Okay, @hotcheetohatredwastaken, listen up.

I got your fic!!!!!!!

I know this isn’t what you wanted right now, but I’ll have a chapter for each of the boys. So there will be ten chapters, all centric for the different boys in Hamilton. This one was to get everything straight, to get roles situated, etc.

I hope you like it! 👇

Roles!!

Ganondorf: Director

——— Links

Legend: Alexander Hamilton

Hyrule: Aaron Burr

Twilight: Hercules Mulligan

Sky: John Laurens

Wild: Lafayette

Four: Samuel Seabury/Charles Lee

Time: Phillip Schuyler

Wind: Young Phillip Hamilton/Ensemble

Warriors: George Washington

——— Zeldas

Fable: Peggy Schuyler

Dawn: Ensemble/Background singer

Dusk: Angelica Schuyler

Sun: Eliza Schuyler

Flora: Prop and Stage crew/likes telling people what to do

Dot: Ensemble/Background Singer/stage and prop crew

Lullaby: Down in the pit (ocarina)

Tetra: that one lady that stops the bullet at the near end so Hamilton can recap/ramble/ensemble

Artemis: Down in the pit playing music (violin)

(I apologize for the lack of roles the Zelda’s get, there aren’t many female roles in Hamilton and I don’t have many choices) :(

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“Legend, this is a rehearsal, not the actual show. Get your coat on and let’s go.” Hyrule poked Legend before leaving, rolling his eyes playfully.

“‘Rulie, I’m pretty sure Hamilton wouldn’t like it either if his hair looked like a mess in a ballroom.” He shot back, not being rude, but in a sarcastic way.

“I’m gonna have to agree with Legend this time.” Warriors added to their short conversation, poking his hair under his hat.

“No one asked you, Warriors. You’re basically bald!” Wild said as he walked in, still using his French accent.

“Hey!”

“Okay everyone, get your stuff and go! Artemis won’t stop playing the same song over and over again. She overthinks too much, I swear…” Flora trailed off at the last part. Otherwise shouting the first part. Everyone practically terrified of Flora and her consequences (and the clipboard she hit everybody with), everyone quickly shuffled out of backstage and into their spots for ‘Helpless’.

Sun’s perspective was… confusing. Lining up her lines with the music, spinning, dancing, and remember to add vibrato! Her thoughts invaded her constantly when she sang, it drove her crazy. “-and my heart went boom-“ The sound affect was spot on, now just keep going to the left, grab Dusk and drag her along with me…

Legend’s perspective was slightly less confusing, coming in slightly after the song starts and walking over to the stairs on the left side, being aware of his surroundings and making sure everything goes smoothly and planned. He stands on the stairs for a bit and oh Dusk is coming, look intrigued, meet Sun and go from there.

The background dancers' skirts spun and the music led them. The piano was on beat with their steps, changing with the notes and turning with the lyrics. Waiting for entrances was the worst part, but the dances were enjoyable and the singing had to be done with ease.

After the long rehearsal, the actors and actresses all met backstage.

“Anyone want to come to the Diner down the street with me and Flora?” Wild simply asked, tugging his boots off to put his blue Crocs on.

“Hell yeah!”

“No Wind, your grandma told me to get you home by nine. Also, it’s way too late for someone your age to go and get caffeine, you know…” Sky kindly objected. He was busy getting his keys, phone, wallet and all of his stuff in check before he left with Sun and Wind. He always manages to forget his things, apparently.

“I’ll go! Dot will too. I will be late though because I have to drop off my violin at home so it doesn’t go out of tune again, in this cold.” Artemis shouts from across the room.

“Me and Wars will go. Maybe Four will if you bug him enough.” Twilight adds. Shaking his muddy boots, he somehow got a kick on one of the wooden posts backstage. Dot was immediately on him, scolding him about not knowing how hard it is to get those up. “Sorry! Sorry!” Was all he could say before being pushed out of the backstage door.

“Welp, guess we’re going that way. Anyone else?” Wild sighed.

“Not me, I'm old and tired.” Time says, walking out the door.

“I’m going home.” Dawn and Dusk almost say in unison.

“I’m gonna go to my friends house, tell Legend to yell at me if anything happens.” Fable says in between several taps of her phone.

“Hyrule and I are coming. Give me a second, the zipper on my bag broke again.” Legend says, his back to Wild.

Wild looks around, observing Lullaby, Four, and Tetra are already nowhere to be seen. He waited a second, before feeling a breath on his neck.

“Ah!-“

“You.”

“Geez, what, Flora? I told you we’re leaving in a minute.”

“Give. Me. Your. Mic.”

“Ohhh, haha, totally didn’t forget about that. It happens, you know? Yeah, haha, I’ll get that for you…” Wild nervously laughed as he dug through his duffel bag, his face growing redder and redder in realization that he couldn’t find it. Flora is going to kill him, do doubt. He continued shoving through piles of who knows what, and almost melted when he felt the thin metal line that felt suspiciously like his mic. He handed her the microphone, still melting.

“Lose this again, and you’ll lose your head.” Flora threatens, before turning her back and stomping to the door that leads to the light and sound booth.

Legend and Hyrule were ready by then. Twilight had been kicked outside. Artemis was going to be late. Warriors was probably still in the mirror. Flora was gonna be out in a minute. Perfect! Let’s go eat dinner with a bunch of music and history geeks.

—

“Still, I don’t get why you think half notes are better than quarter notes. The shorter the better. It’s what I used to say to Four, heh.” Dot says, closing her laptop to shove an entire handful of fries into her mouth.

“Because! They're half notes! What more needs to be said!” Legend argued from across the table.

“Legend, if you yell one more time, I swear I’m gonna call Fable to come and pick your petty ass up.” Hyrule mumbles so only Legend can hear. They had been arguing about half notes against quarter notes for the last fifteen minutes. And honestly, whole notes are superior, depending on the key signature.

“Okay,” Flora sighed, finally finding a space of silence, “all jokes aside, how do we think it’s going so far?”

“I’m lovin it. My rap part is better than all a’ y’all’s. I basically get to say ‘your mom’ in a history musical. It’s great.” Twilight says, leaning back in the restaurant booth chair.

“I like finding something to do with my voices.” Wild claims. “I can do a French accent, British accent, American accent, Elmo, Dr. Doofenshmirtz, Twilight, Russia-“

“Hey! What is tha’ supposed to mean?” Twilight interrupted, throwing his hands up. Wild just stared for a good three seconds, then continued. “King Julian from Madagascar, Cookie Monster, The dad from—“

“Okay, that’s enough. Anyone else?”

“I’m basically on the 1$ bill.”

“That has nothing to do with the musical itself, Warriors.”

“Yeah but still.”

“Please stop talking.”

An irritated sigh came from Flora. You would probably need to hypnotize them to get them to stay focused.

“I get to shoot Legend at the end!”

“Hyrule! You can't say that out in public!”

At least it was somewhat related to the musical.

—

Thank you for reading!! I know it’s short, but the others will be much longer (in a good way). I wrote this from trauma of how aggressive the people in charge of the microphones can be, like, they take it seriously.

Chapter two! 👉

#lovely hotcheetohatred #binkus with a bad case of the yaps #linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x hamilton #lu modern au #lu chain #lu legend #lu wild #lu sky #lu wind #lu time #lu four #lu twilight #lu hyrule #lu fic #lu warriors #legend of zelda au #never added this many tags before lol #lu #legend of zelda

[whomadewaffles]

Some pjhazel incorrect quotes I've been saving for awhile...I feel like with how starved for content shippers of these two are right now, keeping these to myself would be a crime. I'm SO sorry for not citing sources. I wasn’t originally planning to post these, and finding them retroactively is like.. impossible.

Pjhazel is the focus, but others are included as side characters. So if you don't ship them, then just scroll on by and go about your day, please!

Also, for a heads up that will apply to all 3 parts: expect bad language and sex references cos obviously.

Oh, and this is part 1 of 3, even if it is the longest part

Long post under the cut!

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Josie: You slept with Hazel? OUR Hazel? Callahan??

Pj: I didn't know what else to do! She had those big, sad eyes. I couldn't help it.

Josie: ...sure, sounds like you had no other choice.

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Pj: I love saying 'fuck me' because it can either be sexual or sarcastic and those are two things that describe me perfectly.

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Hazel, jumping out of pj's closet: BOO!

Pj:

Hazel:

Pj:

Hazel: *makes the patented Hazel callahan sad face*

Pj: Ahh! Oh my god! You scared me!

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Hazel: TERRIBLE NEWS!

Pj: Did you disarm the bomb?

Hazel: If I disarmed it, would I come running in here and shout, TERRIBLE NEWS!?

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Pj: hazel, you are such a nerdy little dork, you can't pull any girl.

Hazel * has been crushing on her since they met*: okay. that's fine.

*2 years later*

Hazel: so what did you say? Repeat that again.

Pj: 🤡

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Pj: It has come to my attention, that I have some unresolved feelings or resentment toward my father.

Therapist: a little late, but I’m happy you’ve taken this first step. Now you can start looking to overcome that.

Pj: Already done. I’ve found a full proof solution…I’m going to ignore it. Completely and utterly.

Pj: just like my dad did me.

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Pj: the secret to being impulsive successfully is being faster than the consequences of your actions. you can't let them catch you or its all over

Annie: is that why everytime Hazel even looks at you since you kissed her you run away like a little bitch?

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Pj *trying everything she can to kiss hazel again without just admitting she likes her like a normal healthy person*: Hey, are you aware that kissing reduces stress?

Hazel: Okay.

Pj:

Hazel:

Pj: Hey, you look stressed. Like, really stressed. Just wanted to let you know.

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Hazel: It’s not that I don’t trust pj, I just... don’t trust her impulse control

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Hazel: None of you might remember this, but there was a time when PJ considered herself out of my league.

Hazel: Oh, how the mighty have fallen (into my arms)

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Hazel *trying to teach her girlfriend how to take better notes in class*: to make it easier, you should always highlight the important things

*later*

Annie: Hazel, why are you covered in different colored highlighter?

Hazel: don't ask

Pj: she's important! okay!?

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Hazel: I'm freaking out, How do I make our first date really romantic?

Stella-Rebecca: Be mysterious.

Hazel: Okay!

*later, while on a date with pj* 

Pj: So where are we going?

Hazel: None of your fucking business.

Pj *is shocked and a little turned on* 😳

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Pj: Yeah, I lost the ability to give a shit at a very young age. It was a very tragic accident. Never recovered

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Pj: *on the phone with josie* I can’t talk right now, I’m doing hot girl shit.

Josie: You’re pulling Oreos apart and shaving off the frosting to make a mega Oreo, aren’t you?

Pj: Maybe.

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Pj: I love you.

Hazel: I thought I annoyed you?

Pj: You do annoy me. You annoy me more than I ever thought possible, but I want to spend every irritating moment with you.

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Pj: Im tired

Hazel: You should come to the gym with me! We could make it a date and exercising gives you energy!

Pj: Yeah, the same energy you need to go to the gym

Pj: Sounds like a pyramid scheme to me

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Pj *texting*: I'm showering

Hazel *texting back*: oh nice, send a pic of you're hair in a giant spike lmao!

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Pj: rest assured, rational me and impulsive me are having a fucking smackdown 24/7 100% of the time

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Hazel: Please, this is the 4th time its happened, I'm begging you go to a doctor.

Pj: I'm sorry is this OUR broken nose? Stay out of it.

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Pj: I asked Hazel out.

Britney: Oh, I’m sorry.

Pj: Why?

Brittney: Well, I assume she said no.

Pj: No, she said yes.

Brittney: Really? Then I’m sorry for her.

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Pj: Shout out to my girlfriend who just randomly decided to eat my chapstick.

Hazel: WHY WOULD THEY MAKE IT COTTON-CANDY FLAVORED IF IT WASN'T MEANT TO BE EATEN?!

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Pj: You're annoying.

Hazel *in her head*: Enemies to lovers, slowburn, angst with happy ending, 300k+ words

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Pj: I win

Hazel: I am literally pinning you down

Pj: I know

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Hazel: So sorry for making you fall in love with me because of my autistic swag and kissable lips.

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Pj: *Drinking a bottle of water*

Josie: Since when do you carry water? I've known you my whole life and you never do that.

Pj: Hazel freaked out ‘cause I told her I never drink water

Pj: Now she’s making me drink 8 glasses a day

Pj: It’s like, there’s water in soda, coffee, the little pools of water on pizza…

Isabel: …That’s grease

Pj: Well it’s wet isn’t it!

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Hazel: You're in love with me?

Pj: Unless you're not in love with me. Then I take it back, because, you know... I'm cool.

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Pj: You are an absolute fucking dork.

Hazel *singing*: Yeah, but I'm your dork!

Pj *happy sigh*: Yeah, you're my dork.

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Pj: I'm a very good liar.

Josie: Yesterday, I asked if you were missing  hazel while she was gone, and you said "no" right before bursting into tears.

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#pjhazel #bottoms 2023 #pj bottoms #hazel callahan #incorrect quotes #hope you enjoy and hope this feels in-character for them! #us pjhazel shippers are starving so gotta help how I can! #part 2 will be posted tomorrow in the afternoon hopefully

[itsyagurlchip]

can I get a goofy reader insert w/ gregory as the older sibling

٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭ ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰Radically Chaotic!٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭ ᯓ⚝ ⋆.˚✰

✰⋆⁺warning: Gregory(!) crack(!) a lil older sibling angst(!)

✰⋆⁺ i know who you are *insert gay dog*naw but fr- I apologize that it took so long for this to come out :(( and ur not online as much, BUT I LOVE U SM ❤️🫵🏾I know it was supposed to be goofy- but i had to get some tears in(I knew it was u bc ur the only one who uses goofy like that @thealphagirl)

✰⋆⁺ You are a 14 year old older sibling. Life just couldn't get harder for you!!!-? Wait- WHY DOES HIS TRACKER SAY THE PIZZA PLEX?

"DUDE! WHY THE HELL DID YOU THINK IT WAS OK TO BE HERE???" I harshly whispered, my breath heaving in the tight hiding spot we were in.

"I DONT KNOW!? I JUST WANTED TO SEE SOME COOL STUFF" Gregory responded, trying to use that damn Journey Kidz ass watch. I don't even know where that came from, Mom hasn't bought anything like that in months.

"AH YES, BECAUSE THE COOLEST THING IN THE WORLD IS GETTING CHASED BY A GROWN AS WOMAN WHO LOOKS LIKE SHE NEEDS 3 YEARS OF SLEEP!" I sarcastically retorted as my voice raised a pitch. We were so in trouble, it's bad enough that I got my tablet away. Now the door is up for grabs.

"THAT 'WOMAN' WILL GET US IF YOU DONT SHUT UP"

"MAKE ME, YOU LIL-" His hand slapped against my mouth just as aggressive stomping flooded both of our ears. My heart dropped to my ass. Forget the door! I won't even have a bedroom to myself if we go to jail!

This is a big ass place, no telling how much it costs. Trespassing gets sued for, and knowing Gregory, he probably broke some expensive-!

oh no...

"Gregory?..." I slowly turned to him, "How much have you broken?"

I'm pretty sure I could hear that loudass daycare music (despite us being closer to the front) from how quiet it became.

*sigh* "We need to get out of here so no one can recognize our faces- I am NOT gonna do community service for your dumbass decisions." I hissed out as I slightly gripped my hair. I had to take another long exhale at the absurdity of the situation, my eyes couldn't even stay open as I did so. The buffoonery, the stress, the-

I hear sniffling from my right and I quickly spun around just in time to see my little brother put on a tough face, not before he angrily wiped away some tears with the bittest of snot from his nose.

I sigh once more, with my eyes tearing up as well. I pull him close into a hug, his head leaning close to my chest. I wonder if he can hear how hard my hard is beating...

"Look buddy... Sorry if I sounded so harsh- or if I worded something wrong". A tear fell from my eye. "I just wish you had told me where you were- or, or...I just wanted you to be okay. I'm older than you, I have to protect you." I looked into Gregory's eyes as I wiped some of the tear tracks away.

"Not only that, and I had to admit it but- you're my number one best friend. I don't want to know what it's like to lose you." My voice cracked a I continued on. I held Gg tight, hoping that we weren't crying too loud.

...

Well that was a shit show! You know, crying isn't as bad as it seems to be. Because I would rather be ANYWHERE ELSE than here right now!

You know, at home, in a nice warmish bed. A non hostile environment. No Self aware machines. Especially ones that chase you, AROUND A FUCKING MALL!!

Me and Gregory were booking it- A raccoon-looking animatronic was chasing us.

'What she needed to chase was a color scheme' I thought to myself. 'And maybe a whole new maw- that shit looks like those furry masks on yt shorts.

Turns out, the only robot that wasn't trying to maul our faces off is good ole Freddicson Fazbearington. But, as if the universe is our 3rd grade enemy, Freddy runs like a goddamn iphone battery.

I could only hope that we made it our here, no fees, no community service, or even trouble on our hands. I couldn't even hop for that- the damn things were trying to kill us!

If wishing wasnt doing anything, me and my little brother will. We'll make it home safe, no scratches, no suspicion. Nothing will be damaged, no one will be harmed.

But the security was breached, leaving a radically chaotic fire in its wake by the start of the morning.

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[luchicm04]

Everything wrong with S.T. 03x01

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Summary: this is just a list of my complaints about stranger things season 3 episode 1. Just some things that didn’t made sense to me when I rewatched it and wanted to expose them to see if I was the only one who thought the same. Many may sound silly, but kept me awake at night for a few days.

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: I think I wrote this when the season came up, so I still had no idea of what came next. Try to place yourselves in the body of a teenage girl back in 2019. BTW, this was my fav season💖

This was made from a sarcastic pov, mostly centered on the first episode but with a few elements of all the season. I tried to analyze everything from a realistic way, just to have fun, so if you don’t agree with something that is writen here, you can argue that in the comments.

posted on ao3

1) Up with the communism

The first scene of the episode shows how the soviets are trying to open a portal which is appearently the same that communicates the upside down world with ours. It isn’t explained how they built it, but in the previous season it was suggested that a scientist in the Hawkins lab could have copied the blueprints. Here are two things that I can’t understand. The first: Why did the soviets copy the machine? Did they know what it did? Why did they want to open that portal if supposedly they already know that it leads to a dangerous world filled with monsters? The demogorgons didn’t appear in the news, and the demodogs take place months later. Were there soviet spies in the lab? 

Second: How did they copy the machine? It is assumed that the Hawkins lab is a maximun security building where secret experiments are carried out that not even the government knows about. They used humans with powers as weapons, they opened a portal to other dimension, they masked several assassinations... How is it possible that not only the communists could infiltrate them, living more than 8000 miles away and with little to no idea of the building’s structure, but also steal the blueprints with not a soul knowing about it? 

Maybe they built it themselves, which could make sense because we could see that it fails and explodes releasing a huge amount of electricity that kills anything nearby. But how could did they build it themselves if the scientists aren’t even wearing electricity proof suits? And not only that, we can also see how a 14 year old kid is able to intercept their ultra-secret messages with a homemade tin antenna. If they are a prepared and advanced organization, they sure leave too much to be desired.  

2) Jim Hopper, the ‘love’ expert

After that scene we skip to Jim Hopper’s house, who is watching the tv. We see how he leans back on his seat to check on Eleven and Mike. It turns out they are kissing, and Jim gets angry and enters Eleven’s room. Ok ok, let’s see here... You’re aware that your adoptive daughter stays in her room from dawn everyday with her boyfriend, and it surprises you seeing them kiss each other? What did you expect them to be doing? Sudokus?! 

What’s more, we can see that in the following episodes he tries to make them break up by blackmailing Mike and lying to Eleven. And he is happy about it! I mean, if it was clear that sooner or later that was going to happen, what does it matter? You who are reading this pay attention to Jim Hopper, he is an expert. He hasn’t dealt with a teenager in his life, but that doesn’t mean he can’t tell her daughter’s boyfriend to go f*ck himself. 

And even more, what kind of shitty excuse is that ‘nana is sick’? The fact that Eleven has spent twelve years trapped and locked away from the rest of the world doesn’t mean she’s retarded. I woundn’t tell my daughter such an obvious and stupid lie knowing that she can break my neck with just a glance. 

3) The shi- shopping centre

When Mike and his friends arrive to the movies, the lights and electric devices turn off and everybody starts to complain. But doesn’t that mall have a back-up system? Didn’t they predict that with so many people using their facilities a few days after its opening there were big chances of a short-circuit. Specially considering the new crazy employee of the ice cream shop whose emergency procedure is flipping the switch up and down until the lights turn on again. How could they not foresee that before? 

4) Will, you are retarded

During this season we will see how each time the Mind Flayer is planning something, Will notices the danger because appearently he can sense it by touching his neck. It isn’t really explained how or why. It seems they use as an excuse the fact that he was a host in the previous season, and so they have some sort of link, but I thought they had already threw him out of his body using heat. Anyway, Will senses him more frequently each time, but the motherf*cker doesn’t say anything to his friends who helped saving him, nor to his mother who was the first who tried to save him, nor to the police man who discovered that he was still conscious while being a spy. 

Is this kid f*cking crazy or what?! In season 2 he could sense how the Mind Flayer had possessed him and kept quiet too. And what happened next? If not for Eleven, the demodogs would have devoured his friends, his mom, Jim and every citizen in Hawkins and possibly in all America, that’s what. And in this season he doesn’t say anything to anyone until he’s a 100% sure that the Mind Flayer is back. Guys, I present to you all, Will the Wise, or should I say Will the Wh*rebag. 

5) The mind flayer's mindless plan

At the end of the episode, we see that Billy crashes with a bush when some gooey stuff gets stuck in the windshield. We don’t know what it is not how it got there, and we won’t get an explanation later. They just forget about that detail. Anyhow, the Mind Flayer traps Billy and in the following episodes we see that he becomes a host like Will, but this time instead of spying, he is used for fighting. Everything is ok, except for the fact that Billy is one of the worst possibilities for a host in the whole series. 

To begin with, why is the Mind Flayer still in Hawkins? What is stopping him from emigrating to other further countries, or continents, or even another State? Why doens’t he just flies to Russia, where there already was the necessary technology to open a portal and invade Asia and Europe, without a bunch of teenagers who could stop him? He could’ve also taken possession of soviet soldiers and scientists that worked there, who were thousands, in case they travelled there to stop him. Eleven might have powers but she can’t be using them constantly against hundreds of people at the same time. It’s just that instead of going anywhere else it just stays in Hawkins, where he already lost twice. 

Billy works in the public pool during midsummer. If the Mind Flayer’s plan was to invade our world, we sure wasn’t going to win that way, but hey, at least it will get to go home with a good suntan. Listen to this advice guys. If you don’t know where to go on Summer, travel to Hawkins to get a nice tan alongside the Mind Flayer, a monstrous and evil creature who will try to conquer the town, but will humbly take his time to enjoy the Sun from the shadows of the local pool. 

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[swampstew]

Blind Date Event ~ Zoro X Reader

Thank you to everyone who submitted applications. It was a lot of fun to put together and I may open applications again in the future but for now, the Blind Date Event is officially over. If you liked these stories, I encourage you to check out my pinned post where you can find my masterlist of posts, links to my fics on AO3 and Wattpad, and my Kofi link if you're feeling generous :)

@r-amenegg I hope you enjoy your date with your marimo♡ 

Mostly fluff, SFW, Zoro X GN reader (he/they), first blind date experience. WC:1.2K. Minors DNI - my content is for mature audiences only

Zoro pulled up to your house in his Kawasaki ZX-10R. He was wearing a puffy jacket, black joggers, and a purple sleeveless muscle that popped against his trapezius. He looked a bit intimidating, his scars screaming of things he endured. He was tall and even though his jacket and pants hung loosely, you were very aware of how much of his bulk was just pure muscle. His green hair made you feel more secure. A guy who took himself that seriously wouldn’t style his hair green, surely.

You took a deep breath. You were freshly new to dating outside of the peer group you grew up with. It felt foreign striking out on your own, attempting a date with a stranger.

“Hey,” he cool and steady voice matched his entire presence, tinted oval sunglasses framed his face. “My name is Zoro and I matched with you. How do you like carnivals?”

“I’ve never been,” you respond shyly.

He smirked, “me neither.”

It was impossible to talk during the ride to the event happening in downtown. Zoro made you wear the only helmet he owned while he tied the green bandana that was tied around his arm over his face instead; and while you appreciated the gesture, felt a bit mad to let the driver go without safety gear.

He didn’t seem to mind, he cranked up the little music dial and the sound of alternative music flowed through the air. You marveled at the way his hair ruffled as the wind blew through it. You held on tightly as he drove fluidly through the rush hour traffic. Not missing a single intersection light, Zoro drove so smoothly you were transfixed.

It was after a while before he turned around, “hey umm…where the hell is the parking lot for this place?”

You blinked and lifted the helmet visor, “I-it’s right next to where the gates are.”

You reached over his shoulder to point; your right hand tensed and gripped his waist even tighter. Maybe you were imagining things but it seemed like he leaned into your grasp.

“OH! Don’t know how I missed that,” he sighed.

Once inside, Zoro had a slight scowl on his face.

“Do we follow a designated path or does it work as a free for all?”

“I’m pretty sure its do as you please,” you chuckle.

“Well in that case,” he looked at you with his one good eye, a soft smile spreading on his face. “How about we get some food and get to know each other a little better?”

Fried baskets of different foods littered your table as you both ate. Neither of you could decide on what to eat so Zoro’s solution was to buy a little of everything. He drank his light beer as he peered over the matchmaking pamphlet you brought along. He didn’t know where he placed his. Waving it off with a laugh, the two of you played the different ice breaker games and topic discussions. It took a while before Zoro seemed to shed his exterior shell. It was after he won the ‘Never Have I Ever’ game.

“______, I still don’t know how you managed to do that,” he laughed authentically.

“Me neither! How have YOU never driven a car?!”

“How have you never committed to a full year’s cross fit membership?”

You were about to retort sarcastically when an unpleasant noise filled your ears. Catcalling and gross remarks being made about you by some drunken citizens. Zoro’s face settled back into a scowl.

“Excuse me for a moment will ya?” he didn’t wait for your response before handing you his beer and the basket of fried elephant ears.

As you bit into the flaky pastry, you heard soft thudding and groans. The disrespectful noises were now gone and Zoro swiftly came back.

“Where’d you go?”

“Had to take out some trash, don’t worry about it.”

You didn’t notice the bruised and battered bodies lumped among the trash dumpster.

The two of you explore the different attractions, rode the different rides, and got lost in the house of mirrors and fairly simple maze for far longer than either of you cared to admit. You didn’t care though. At some point during the exploration, Zoro had become comfortable enough to drape his arm over your shoulder, smiling as you walked and talked.

You decided you liked him. He seemed intimidating at first but after you peeled back the layers of the green haired man, you found him to be charming in a rustic, way. Through his actions he showed he was intolerant of scumbag hecklers, exercised a fair amount of patience – you were surprised when he didn’t lose his mind at the obviously rigged games, and not once did he judge or make fun of you when you felt like you were acting ditzy or oblivious.

Zoro was cool, calm and collected the entire night and you were extremely happy that while he originally seemed stand offish and distant, he immediately IMMEDIATELY became attached to your hip. His arm casually brushing against yours, hands glancing each other’s as you walked until he eventually let out a cough, bringing his arm up to pull you into his frame. There it remained as you walked towards the ferris wheel.

Allowing you inside first and stuffing the prizes he (eventually and with much arguing with the carnies) won for you in the compartment. He tossed his empty water cup and squeezed in beside you and the two of you were lifted into the air. Your cart was fixed at the very top and the two of you had a great view of the skyline, the twinkling stars and an impressive panorama of the city.

“______, I was pretty pessimistic about this blind date but I’m glad my initial feelings were wrong. I’ve had a really nice time with you,” Zoro spoke softly after a few moments of peaceful silence. He had been watching your excited face as you took in the sights, squishing one of the plushes prizes.

A soft blush crept over your face, “Me too, Zoro.” You ruffled through the prizes until you picked up a fluffy elephant with massive ears. “I know you won it but I want you to keep it, as a reminder of our first date together.”

Zoro held the toy in his hands, looking between it and you. “I don’t need a reminder of my time spent with you. I’ve got a memory like a steel trap,” he smirked. “But I will keep this toy because I happen to be fond of elephants.”

“Memory like a steel trap, except for when it comes to directions,” you tease.

“This place is a giant maze designed to keep people trapped and spending money!” he blushed.

You laughed out loud and he couldn’t help but stare in awe at the way you looked.

“Maybe the next date will be more lowkey and all in one spot,” he pouted, lower lip jutting out.

You curled into his side as the cart swayed in the air and he adjusted his seat so you could cradle your head against his chest.

“A second date sounds lovely. I’ll make sure to download a GPS app to my phone.”

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[humaforever]

Can I get a kid’s menu and a rum and coke, please?

(Huma?)

Thank you for the prompt. This was a self fluff indulgence but I hope you like it.

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"This food is like... disgustingly fancy" Harry said as he looked at the menu with a scowl

Uma raised her brow and looked at him "How so?"

"Why are they adding so many extra ingredients? What even is a sauteed onion?" Harry said

Uma couldn't help but agree, this food almost seemed too fancy.

"But it's still better than the food we had on the isle so I'm not gonna be too upset" Uma said

"I'm not sure that's even true. This shit sounds gross" Harry frowned

"Since when are you mister picky" Uma said

"Since I heard that tangy, aged goat cheese was a thing" Harry read off the menu in displeasure

Before Uma could respond, the waiter came to their table and asked for their drink order.

"I'll have a mimosa, thanks" Uma told the waiter

"And for you sir?"

"I want rum and coke" Harry said, "And I'll also be needing a kid's menu" he added

Uma closed her eyes and bit her cheek to stop herself from laughing at the bewildered look that crossed the waiters face.

"Of course" the waiter gave Harry an all to cheery smile before he left

Uma turned to Harry with a smirk "You really couldn't handle the big kid menu today huh? You're still too little for that" She teased

"Not my fault they only offer the good shit to the kids" Harry said

"What? Mac and cheese and applesauce?" Uma smiled as she continued to taunt him

"Exactly" Harry said somewhat sarcastically

"Okay" Uma shrugged "Anything for the wittle baby" she snorted out a laugh

"Make fun of me now but you won't be laughing when you're jealous of my food" Harry said smiling himself

"Do you think that waiter has ever had a grown man order alcohol and then proceeded to ask for a kid's menu?" Uma said

"He has now. You know how I love to leave a mark in everybody's life" Harry gave her a wink

"Yes, I know you can't leave a place without making sure everybody knows you were there" Uma said flatly

"What is the point if not to make a scene?" Harry said

"And this is exactly why you are banned from multiple establishments" Uma said

"You can't blame me for the last one really, it was just too tempting not to pull the fire alarm. Anyone would've done it" Harry told her

Uma couldn't help but cringe at the memory.

Eventually the waiter came back to deliver their beverages and Harry's menu.

"Hey would you look at that, kids eat free" Harry told Uma

"You think you can pass for a twelve year old?" Uma said

"Probably not, but we're gonna dine and ditch anyway so it's fine" Harry said

Uma gave him and unimpressed glance "Harry"

"Kidding love, only kidding" Harry sing songed

Uma knew that Harry would actually love to dine and ditch but that was very illegal.

"Look at this, I told you everything on the kid's menu is better!" Harry suddenly exclaimed "They have chicken tenders in the shape of a heart"

Uma curiously looked over at his menu "What part of the chicken does that come from?" She raised her brow

"Doesn't matter. It's fucking cool" Harry said as he took a sip of his rum

Uma shrugged slightly "It is kinda cool" she said barely above a whisper

"The peanut butter and jelly sandwich comes with a cookie that looks like a jellyfish" Harry informed Uma

"Wait what?" Uma said trying not to sound too excited over the thought of a cookie that looked like a jellyfish

"Yeah, see" Harry showed her

Maybe Harry was actually on to something here

"Hang on lemme see this" Uma gently guided the paper out of Harry's hand so she could get a closer look

"There's even a cool ass coloring page" Harry pointed out

Well...

Okay, so Uma may have been slightly hypocritical. Because she hadn't previously been aware of the fact that the kid's menu was far superior.

Both Harry and Uma would end up ordering from the kid's menu. Because even though it wasn't as fancy, it was more fun. They even colored in that coloring page together. After all they never got this in their childhood.

Uma had made fun of Harry, yes, but as it turns out, it is actually quite exhilarating to drink booze with your heart shaped chicken tenders and jellyfish cookies.

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