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#i just thot it’d b funny to say that sorry sorry
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i’m the fool for thinking this guy is scared of me bc he likes me no he’s scared of me bc he could b my dad =_=
#that’s a huge exaggeration he could not b my dad at all.#i just thot it’d b funny to say that sorry sorry#captain’s log#I wanna b so positive about it and then i remember and then i’m like wel fuck who cares and then i’m like I CARE#anyway uhhhh. i think this will continue until it becomes a real problem for me#aka my friends murder me#whatever . yolo ! Hehehehe!#i do enjoy having that feeling that a guy is more scared of me that i’m scared of him#but also…. why is he scared is probably not a good reason#by probably i mean definitely#anyway um …. yeah im scared of him actually that’s just not true at all to say i’m not#but!……he’s still more of me. so that’s a win for me regardless#hes scared i can’t tell when he’s joking#BUDDY THATS U THATS LITERALLY UUUUUUU#HE GETS SCARED EACH TIME I JOKE ABOUT ANYTHING#BUDDY ITS OKAYYYYY!!!!!!!#it’s actually scary talking to him KNOWING the TRUTH.#i think i might be leading him on#i SHOULD b leading him to jump off a fucking cliff tbh! … byeee!!!!#tbh my issue is . i love talking i love guys. i love being a silly freak.#but guys aren’t attracted to me so i don’t usually get to that point#this rare instance is one that’s fucked for me . except i still wanna be silly and fun and etc.#bc it makes me happy bc i love attention and i love making guys uncomfortable#someone dissect my brain should i retire#fuck this guy i need a silly baka who understands my jokes….🚬#What’s wrong w having a guy u occasionally text can’t i have my own personal mystic messenger#Like genuinely!#my friend keeps saying we r ‘talking’ and i understand what she’s implying#but i talk to many ppl and it’s not much different than this#just bc HE likes me doesn’t mean we r ‘talking’
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IM ASSUMING THAT REQUESTS ARE OPEN?? if they arent im super sorry but like IMAGINE LIKE YAN NEIGHBOR KIRI VS YAN NEIGHBOR BAKUGOU LIKE HAVING A CHRISTMAS LIGHT FIGHT and like meanwhile reader is just like "oh i like your wreath ☺️" ?? just a thot..
OMG Bro that's literally what got me started on this idea, like the Martha May Vs Betty Lou Who in the Grinch!!! Thanks so much for being my first Ask ❤❤❤❤
Just a heads up I wrote this being in suburban au where there are no quirks
Yandere Neighbor Wars: Decorations
Bakugo💥vs Kirishima🥊
⚠[Warning: Yanderes and their behavior, competition, and implied swearing]⚠
💥🥊Before you showed up they got along as fine as any neighbor with a vacant house in between theirs would
💥🥊You’d show up one day with a friendly disposition taking your neighbor’s hearts like it was free food
💥🥊And it wouldn’t be long before they both had walked out to “spontaneously be outside” at the same time you would, seeing each other fighting for the same neighbor
💥🥊Other than Bakugo’s brash (and loud) comments about Kirishima being a stalker and Kirishima claiming Bakugo had anger issues you didn’t really notice this crazy feud between the two
💥🥊I mean sure Kirishima was very eager to give you a chair that he built one day and the next Bakugo demanded that you wear a sweater he knitted for you
💥🥊They were just your friendly neighbors...Yup nothing suspicious about the oddly specific gifts when you start running low on supplies for the house...yeah
💥🥊And when it wasn’t gifts it was just petty competition
💥🥊It started when autumn first began, Kirishima had been slaving away on his front lawn to rake, blow, and pile all the fallen leaves into a hefty pile
💥🥊You were walking in after a long day out and you witnessed the unnatural redhead finishing up his pile and you decided to compliment him
💥🥊“Hey nice pile”
💥🥊“Thanks...do ya wanna jump in it?”
💥🥊Whether you’d say no or not, you ended up running and jumping in alongside him crawling out laughing
💥🥊You and him would spend the rest of the afternoon putting the leaves back into the pile to jump into all over again
💥🥊Bakugo was watching and he was not happy
💥🥊That night he made a point to make sure his pile was even bigger
💥🥊He waited in the morning for you to walk by and compliment him on his pile, maybe stay and jump in
💥🥊You didn’t.
💥🥊Instead you hurriedly rushed out of your house with (F/B) in hand and stopped to look at his porch
💥🥊“I like your pumpkins.”
💥🥊You left after that and even though he was mad you didn’t even look at his leaves, you liked the pumpkins he’d littered around his porch
💥🥊Getting those early, to beat the snotty nose rugrats was the best idea ever
💥🥊Kirishima would not only witness your simple complimenting but your follow up on asking Bakugo to help you pick some for your porch
💥🥊How seriously unfair!
💥🥊And this would go back and forth through Halloween to Thanksgiving
💥🥊Finally after a momentary truce they agreed that whoever had the seemingly better Christmas display on their house would have the honor of having you over for dinner and subsequently relocating you to your new forever home
Although I totally agree and love the clueless (Y/n) I think it’d be pretty funny if it went like this:
Kirishima’s house was decked in green and red lights that showed off the decorated tree he had in his yard. With his blown up reindeer on the roof and a Santa waving happily near his tree with the accumulated lights on the bushes, his door and even the mailbox, he was confident.
“Yours looks like Santa %$#@&*! all over your yard.”
Kirishima turned around in surprise to see the unimpressed look on his rival's face. “I didn’t ask you, Anger issues.”
“What’d you call me?!”
“Nothing, geez. Are you done decorating? Yours looks like some demented modern retake on Christmas.” Kirishima said, gesturing towards Bakugo’s house. His house had fake icicles on his garage and a giant frosty standing between to completely lit up blue and white Christmas trees along with a Santa Claus decoration hanging off the roof.
“The theme is blue and white. Something a hair-for-brains like you wouldn’t understand.”
“You know what-”
Your car was coming down the street! Bakugo ran back to his house and Kirishima stood in place to fiddle with a giant candy cane he had. And as you stepped out of your car to trudge to your doorway both of them were waiting for you to say their name out of that pretty little mouth.
“Kiri,Baku”They looked up to see you addressing both of them in adorable nicknames and all the while waving a hand to keep their attention,”I like your Santa and I like your reindeer.” You disappeared behind your door leaving the decision to the two demons rhat you had for neighbors.
“She said mine first!”
“She called me first!”
Whisper shouting to settle for their prize they miss how you walk out again with a box. “Ooof” you grunted catching the boys’ attention. You positioned yourself to kick it towards your house before getting a running start. Both watched your every move as you beautifully punted the gift box into your house. They watched as tons of lights, ornaments, and blow up figures attached themselves to your house easily outshining and ultimately out-decorating their own.
Their jaws drop as you spend literal seconds doing work that took them hours if not days. “My brother is an inventor,” you explain, ”making decorating the easiest part of Christmas is child's-play for him.” Still unable to process the absolute bling that is your house you pop the question
“So by the way would you guys be willing to come over for Christmas dinner?”
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Everywhere I’m Goin’ - JJ Maybank
Request: Can i request jjxreader where reader leaves obx one day and leaves jj a note and he is distraught about it but then she comes back after 2 days and he’s really angry at her at first but then he gets emotional and its loveyedovey? :) Your writing is really good
A/N: I lengthened the time apart to a year instead of two days. 
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“She said she’d be here.” JJ piped up, checking his phone again. There were no texts from you. In fact, no one had heard from you since yesterday when you abruptly announced you had to leave in the middle of hanging out at the Chateau. When you were halfway out the door he had reminded you about going out on the Pogue and you’d said that you’d see him.
Except it was twenty minutes passed when they agreed to go out and you still weren’t at John B’s.  
“She’s not here though, is she?” John B replied, making a point of looking around at the group of them.  
You had been friends with the group since, forever, but you were always a little more removed. Never someone they hung out with individually or thought of first, you always felt a little like an outsider. You got to go along and observe but you weren’t ‘one of them’. JJ would be the first one to deny that claim and say that you were just as close with him as Pope or John B but you knew it was true. You just weren’t their first pick.  
“Well I’m going to check on her.”
“Dude, JJ!” John B shouted as JJ started to walk toward the road. “Can we just go? We’ll stop by later!”  
“Fine.”
Despite Kiara trying to calm JJ down and distract him from you being absent it was all he could think about. He kept checking his phone to see if you had texted but there were never messages. Even though you felt like you were on the outside of their group you had always been a constant and you being missing was sending JJ into a mild panic.  
When John B finally docked back at the Chateau at the end of the day, JJ was the first one off the boat. He headed straight for Kiara’s SUV, her following him close behind. She had promised to drive him over to your house when they got back to John B’s. His knee bobbed uncontrollably as they drove and when she pulled into your driveway, he was out the door immediately.  
The first thing he saw was the For Sale sign in your front yard. He raked his brain to try and think whether you had mentioned anything about your parents selling your house but he couldn’t think of it.  
“Did she say she was moving?” JJ asked Kiara, sounding desperate as he walked up the porch to try the door.  
“No she didn’t mention it to me.” Kiara said, shaking her head as she watched JJ go around to the back of the house. She looked around the yard, walking over toward the mailbox. The red flag was up and she opened the flap to look inside, pulling an envelope out. The word Pogues was written across it and she frowned, flipping it over to pull out two letters, one addressed to all of them and one just addressed to JJ.  
“JJ!” Kiara called, “there’s a letter!”  
“What?” The blond came back around the side of the house, boots hitting the pavement as he came over to check the letter, she was holding up for him. He swiped it out of her hand, tearing it open to read it. Kiara watched as he dropped onto the grass to sit and read the letter that you had left in the mailbox for him. She scanned over the one you’d written for everyone while JJ sat there in silence.  
“What did she say?” Kiara asked. You’d written that your mom was getting married and you were moving in with your dad in Chapel Hill. Or that you had moved in.  
“She’s gone.” JJ said, staring at the paper, “I can’t believe she’s gone.”
There was more to your letter for him. You confessed that you’d always felt on the outside of the group, never quite as close to any of them as they were to each other. But also, that you had a crush on him. One you’d had since you were in middle school. Twelve-year-old you had only started hanging out with them because of your crush on JJ. But you knew it was unrequited and you knew that you might not see him again so you felt okay telling him.  
After that he tried to text you a few times and he even called a handful of times as well. You had blocked them all from your social media, trying the ‘fresh start’ thing for the first time in your life. Despite only being three hours away from the island you figured the chances of ever seeing them again were slim to none.  
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The universe had a funny way of working though and your mom, who had moved to Figure Eight after she got married, had a baby a year later. Seventeen years apart from your new sibling, the last thing you truly wanted to do was return to the Outer Banks but you did. At least, hopefully, on the Eight for a weekend you wouldn’t see anyone you knew.  
“Oh my god,” except you did.  
Your mom ordered groceries from Heyward’s without mentioning it to you and it was JJ who walked through the open kitchen door, setting the bags on the island before he realized what he was looking at. You, standing there at the refrigerator.  
“JJ-”
“What the fuck...you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” JJ cursed, stepping back and running a hand through his hair, a little darker than it used to be. He shook his head in disbelief, eyes wide.
“JJ I-”
“No...you cannot possibly have any kind of explanation.” He said.
“Please-” You moved toward him but he backed away.
“Stay the fuck away from me. You’re nothing but a fucking liar.”
“I didn’t lie, I-”
“You said you were leaving...without even fucking saying goodbye! And now here you are fucking hanging around the Eight like it’s no big deal!” He almost shouted, “I tried to call you...I...I sent you so many texts and you never answered!”
“I’m sorry...I-”
“No.” He shook his head, backing toward the door and holding his hand out to keep you away from him. “No.” He repeated.  
You watched him run out the door, something in your mind clicking as he passed through the threshold. You couldn’t walk away again, letting things just dissolve. It’d caused you a world of grief and it was clear from JJ’s behavior that you weren’t the only one that you’d hurt.  
“JJ!” You ran out the door after him, following him down to the jetty. You saw Pope stand up in surprise, looking at you with shock but you were focused on JJ. He stopped, back to you, and you watched as he ran his hand through his hair again, tilting his head forward as his shoulders sunk.
He turned back to look at you, eyes red, “what are you doing here?”
“My mom had a baby.”
“Why did you leave?” He asked.  
“I had-”
“No, why did you leave us? Me? We had a good thing going and then you’re just gone? With a fucking note in the mailbox like I’m supposed to not give a shit about you? That’s bullshit! I loved you.” He shouted, deflating by the end of his rant, shaking his head as he admitted, “I love you.”
Pope looked away awkwardly, moving further onto the boat to give you privacy though you could see him watching from the window either way.  
“I just didn’t think it mattered-”
“Yeah I got you’re letter.”
“I’m sorry. I just felt like, if I left it wouldn’t matter and I didn’t wanna do a big goodbye. I didn’t think I’d be back, honestly.”
“Where’d you go?”
“Chapel hill.”
“Fuck.” JJ cursed, “you were fucking three hours away?”
“I’m sorry.” You said, sounding more like you were pleading with him to accept your apology.  
“Why did you...we coulda worked it out, you didn’t have to just...disappear.” JJ replied.  
“I didn’t know you liked me.”
“Yeah well, I do.”  
“So...what do we-” In one fluid motion JJ walked back down the jetty to you, grabbing your face and kissing you. Head fuzzy, you knew enough to kiss him back, fighting a smile when he pulled away to talk.  
“Well I’ll tell what, I’m not fucking letting you go off without saying anything. I’ll follow you all the fucking way to Chapel Hill if you do.” He replied.  
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Thots on a figure skating au??? 🅱️lease
hmmmmmmm ok so disclaimer that i know nothing about figure skating so i'm just making up whatever
you got me in a difficult position here cuz on the one hand, i'd love for magnus to be a trainer/coreographer. i think it suits him wonderfully and that while obviously he is great at dancing and loves it, i think that he's more on the creative side of things, you know? so i could imagine something like figure skater alec and trainer magnus. and like alec is a shadowhunter so of course that demands a high level of control over your body that is similar to a figure skater's
but at the same time its funny to me to try to imagine alec figure skating when hes a fucking giant like that because like hes so big?? and when ur big like that ur kind of like... mandatorily graceless and clumsy to a degree methinks (not in a like oh hes always tripping and blushing way, more like the "you're on my leg, you asshole" blooper), because things aren't made for you. like really its an actual matter of accessibility sometimes, especially if you actually have the proportions of a real person like alec does (well, except for the yaoi mcfuckhands. they look big even compared to the rest of his ridiculous body he just b standing there and im like christ edward fingerhands we get it) cuz then Everything Is Bigger Than It Should ya feel
so yeah i can't really imagine alec in like, spandex being all graceful and shit, but at the same time rationally i could imagine that for his character, but also no. so i can't really go with that idea without laughing
but also i can't imagine him as a trainer/coreographer and i don't know who the fuck else is involved with figure skating anyway so is alec like, the janitor or some shit???? some fucking basketball player who sees him at the olympics??? lord help me i have no idea
OK SO IT'S BEEN LIKE 5 MONTHS SINCE I FIRST PUT THE FIRST PART OF THIS ANSWER IN MY DRAFTS (rip anon im so sorry) and i THINK i got it!!! alec could be like, the uhh personal trainer? physical trainer? YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN like the one dedicated to making sure the figure skater's body is. capable of. dancing. idk how to explain it but you do get it don't you??? ok
i'm mostly going off my dancing experience here (i had dance classes for like, 10 years of my life, and ugh i miss it) and like besides dancing you always have to train like lifting and doing localized training and stuff because you can't really dance if you don't have strength and flexibility and stamina and all that stuff. the only time i would willingly work out was for dancing lmao especially when i was in my hiphop crew. anyway
and while for me the one responsible for that part of training was the same person as my teacher/coreographer (or when i was doing hiphop it was just. on me to do that lmao but i'm not complaining) i figure when you're a professional and not just a dumb kid that's probably two different people, right? if not it is now. idc
i could go with figure skater magnus and trainer alec but also im really feeling the dynamics of coreographer magnus and trainer alec? like it'd be cute/funny to see them trying to work together for that ya know. so sorry that this feels less like a figure skating au especially since it took me so long to answer it but aaa
but also i mean as a coreographer magnus would have to know how to do it obviously so you would most definitely get a figure skating magnus. alec going to close up the gym and seeing magnus practicing by himself just for fun, anyone? and magnus looks gorgeous as ever way more gorgeous than whoever they're coaching but that's just alec's opinion and magnus kind of stops like "oh, i didn't know you were here" and alec's like "oh oops. anyway keep going you're great at this" and magnus feels a little self conscious but soon he gets lost in it again because really he loves doing this and alec is just appreciating the artwork :)
ANYWAY the dynamics of trainer and coreographer are fun. magnus showing up to alec like "hey alec so i need some heavy lifting on them arms cuz meliorn [idk i don't have any better ideas for who they could be coaching] is gonna carry an elephant onstage" and alec is like "uhh" and meliorn is like "a fake elephant" and alec is like "i mean good but i still have questions"
and magnus is like "obviously we would never use trained elephants, the way they are treated is inhumane" and alec is like "you're completely right but also that's your only worry when it comes to meliorn carrying a real elephant?" and magnus is like "i'm sure you could pull it off ;) you're the best after all" and alec gives him that amused smile
advantages of meliorn: they don't care about the flirting anyway since they are literally Like That too
also magnus and alec working out together off the clock, some ogling on both sides and just generally funny competitive shenanigans. especially cuz like magnus is hella fit but alec works in that stupid gym so he knows what he's about. and alec's all smug about it like "i can lift more than you :)" and magnus is like "oh yeah? let's see how you do in the ring" "no" "yes" "no" "why, can you not do it?" "yes. i know my limits" "well that's too bad... because you're going in anyway"
cue alec falling on his face probably but also like goddamn it he's competitive and he's not gonna let magnus have too much of a win so he tries his best rip. anyway then we probably get some hip touching bullshit when magnus tries to explain it to him and magnus is flirting the whole time and alec's laughing and it's sweet
i have half a mind to make up some angsty backstory about how magnus used to be a figure skater too and his partner was (you'll never guess it) camille and then she pulled the rug from under him and he kinda left the competitions altogether for a while. and then he came back as a coreographer (listen, he loves to dance, but creating is one of his favorite parts and he was always involved in coreographing anyway. his old coreographer and him were always having a blast and camille did not like it) and this is kinda his debut as a coreographer at some big shot competition idk and he just feels like he has so much to prove?
lol bonus camille's new coreographer is lorenzo so the hating magnus squad is in thick against him and it's a whole thing you know
OH MEGA ANGSTY camille got him out of the competition because she outed him as trans and he was declassified because something something transphobic bullcrap so he wasn't allowed anymore. i assume this was like right after they won because of course she wouldn't compromise herself, or maybe it was at the beginning/pre-stages of the championship so she had time to find a new partner. yeah that last one and then she won with the coreography that he had helped them create. im saying she did that because he broke up with her finally after years of abuse both in work and out of it so she did that as revenge or to make sure he couldn't have his passion anymore. and it took magnus years to build himself back up as a coreographer this time because transphobia (and racism) in the market but guess what? he is extremely smart and talented and creative so now he is back at the championship and he wants to show the world what they have been missing on
hmmmmm also i implied this is in pairs since magnus and camille used to be one so i think meliorn's pair would probably be izzy and maybe that's why alec's involved? like he was already a personal trainer or whatever which his parents were fine with even though it's not of course as grand as they would've liked (meaning they were total asses about it) but when izzy decided to go into sports/art they lost their shit and didn't want to support her so, you know, alec did and became her trainer. which is just as well because he is the best so like, deal with it. not saying they like kicked her out or anything (esp cuz i imagine part of alec's reasoning is that izzy stood by him when he came out and if they didn't kick him out over being gay they wouldn't kick her out over being a skater but y'know) but they definitely wouldn't support her so they both also feel like they have a lot to prove
lol me: i have half a mind to make this angsty. also me: paragraphs and paragraphs of angsty backstory
anyway they win obviously idk what to tell you they just do cuz we stan talent. camille is second for maximum drama and vengeance, the lightwoods try to get the spotlight once izzy wins and she and alec tell them to fuck off, they advocate for specific rules prohibiting ppl to declassify trans ppl over being trans and that's all i have tbh
sorry it took so long to answer daiudsauihda but i hope that outline is at least interesting for you!
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In My Head - Topper Thornton
Request: Im on such a Topper kick right now 🤪 and after listening to WAP on repeat (lmao it’s such a bop I can’t help myself 😂) id love to see something about topper and maybe Rafe too always admiring a care free, pogue reader from a distance and never having the heart to be “Kook”ish to them 🥺
A/N: I wasn’t exactly sure if this was what you wanted but this was just kinda where I went with it. 
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In the back of his mind, Topper was more than aware that he was being an absolute creep. You only knew him to see him yet here he was, standing by the stairs watching you dance with someone while he sipped at the jungle juice in his cup, hoping that some kind of liquid courage would transfer from the cup to his body. He doubted that though, it’d probably be like every other party that you showed up at and he wouldn’t do more than prop up the wall.  
If it was anyone else in the world Rafe would’ve been busting him for being such a loser and not just talking to you. Some convoluted pep talk about how he was Topper Thornton and he could get anyone he fucking wanted, including you, but Topper was pretty sure that even Rafe knew that wasn’t true in this instance. You were too good for him, hell, you were too good for most of the people on this island if not all of them. The touron you were talking to cracked a joke that you rolled your eyes at and Topper smirked behind his cup. Good, he thought, knock the kid down a peg. In was in that moment that you turned your head, eyes meeting Topper’s when he wasn’t fast enough to look away and you smiled.  
God, you smiled. He felt like he was in sixth grade or something. Trying to overcompensate for braces or his gangly appearance and sweating buckets every time he was put on the spot. All that from a smile. He wanted to cheer and hide at the same time. It was the stupidest crush and he was acting like he was in some kind of fucking Nicholas Sparks book but oh my god you were walking over to him.  
“Hey,” you shifted as someone walked passed, stepping closer to Topper and licking your lips as your eyes met his, “do you wanna dance?”
It was a handout, a giant neon sign flashing in his brain that this was the moment, you were giving him all your attention, looking at him like there wasn’t anyone else at the party and you wanted to dance with him. And couldn’t he just imagine that, bodies pressed against each other, sweaty in the warm living room of the kook house that was hosting the party. His hands on you, holding your hips, fingers brushing against the exposed skin of your abdomen, where your shirt ended and your shorts started. His eyes ran down your body again, a quick look that you caught anyhow, smiling at him.  
You had heard about the breakup between Sarah and Topper. It was the talk of every circle, kook and pogue alike. You knew the chances of Topper even looking your way were slim to none but you took the opportunity when it arose. Call you crazy but you’d always had a thing for the kook and now that Sarah Cameron was occupying her time with John B there was nothing stopping you from making a move.  
“Earth to Top,” you teased, waving a hand in front of his face as he seemed to zone out. “You wanna dance?”
“Dancing isn’t really my thing.” He said before he could stop himself. As the words rolled off his tongue though he wanted to scream. Finally, finally here you are right in front of him and he couldn’t even say the right thing.
“What is then?” You asked, determined not to let him slip away.  
“What?” He looked slightly dumbfounded. Were you really still interested?  
“Dancing isn’t your thing, so what is?” You repeated, “beer pong, I saw Rafe in the other room doing coke, though I think I’ll skip that one, or whatever,” you shrugged, tugging at the hem of your shorts.  
“I uh,” Topper looked away from you for a moment, glancing down into his nearly empty cup, “I could use a refill.”
He wanted to kick himself in the mouth every time he spoke. He’d never been this stupid around someone before though you didn’t seem to notice as you walked into the kitchen just ahead of him, Topper’s eyes straying down your body again, watching the way your skin glistened in the fluorescent light of the kitchen.  
You leaned across the counter, grabbing a cup from the stack and bending so Topper got a nice view of your ass. Being shameless was working for you, it was worth it to keep it up. You stood back up straight, holding your cup out to him and he took it, filling it with the blue jungle juice.
“Kelce made it so it’s strong,” Topper warned as you took a sip.
“Oh god...” You choked out after taking a gulp, the alcohol burning your throat as it went down. “That’s a lot.”
“Like I said,” he laughed, leaning against the counter next to you. He racked his brain for anything mildly intelligent to say, something that would convince you that he was funny and cool and worth knowing. That would have you wanting to know him not just as someone you could point out in a crowd but someone you actually knew, hung out with, maybe more but he was trying not to be greedy. “So, hanging with kooks tonight?”  
You rolled your eyes and laughed, “this isn’t gonna turn into a kook vs pogue thing is it? I think I’m being plenty friendly. You’re really gonna hound me for crashing a party?”
“No, no, sorry. I just meant, you didn’t come with anyone.”  
“How do you know?”
“I saw you come in and you were dancing with some random touron.” He replied, the filter that would’ve usually kept any weird comments at bay seemingly vanished in your presence.  
“Creeping on me Topper?” You laughed.  
“No, I just...noticed.”
“Well, you’re right. I came here alone.” You replied, taking another sip of the god-awful concoction Kelce had made, “though, I did come here hoping to see someone.”  
“Oh yeah?” He felt himself turning into that twelve-year-old again. Stuck in the middle of a spin the bottle circle, sweating as he hoped it spun the right way and he didn’t end up kissing someone he hated. “Who’s that?”  
You shrugged, looking so at ease with yourself that Topper would’ve never guessed that you were freaking out on the inside too. Now or never, the moment of truth, and not nearly enough jungle juice in your system to get you motivated for this. “You.”
“Me.” The word repeated itself in his brain. Me, me, me... “me, right, cool. Uh, me.”
“So, stalker, what do you say we partake in an activity that is definitely my thing?” You suggested, smiling at the way he licked his lips nervously, eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to put together your sentence.  
“Oh, yeah...okay,” he nodded dumbly as you grabbed his hand, leading him back into the congested living room, stairs in sight. You would have to thank Sarah Cameron for letting such a good thing go.  
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