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astroph1les · 7 months

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maroon [h.c]

summary: hazel’s fight with tucker made you realize how much she means to you. caretaking and ass-kicking ensues.

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

contains: mature language, violence and blood, reader has a slight panic attack, attentive and kind! reader, making out (for the distraction of course) mutual pining, sweet and fluffy, hurt/comfort (my weakness), women being bad-asses.

word count: 3.5K

a/n: this is both a request and won a poll. that scene still makes me wince to this day. and yes, the title is a taylor swift song. the lyrics, though, have nothing to do with the actual oneshot. i love you all and enjoy <33

You had told Hazel that agreeing to this would be a bad idea. After Tim had approached Hazel with the chance to humiliate PJ and Josie in front of the entire school at the pep rally before the big game, you got a bad vibe from it.

The sound of Tucker’s foot kicking Hazel’s eye echoed ferociously in your head.

It all happened so quickly, you could barely process seeing Hazel’s limp body on the ground. The sight made your stomach turn as you shot up from your seat in the bleachers to check up on Hazel. You glared in the direction of Tim and Jeff and that fucking psychopath Tucker— who you were pretty sure was a thirty year old man.

Everything had already been so tense in the group after PJ had humiliated Hazel in front of everyone. Finding out that PJ and Josie had started the group to get with Isabel and Brittany was an eye-opener to what their true intentions were.

This crossed the fucking line.

You were running over to her still frame, trailing right behind Isabel. You kneeled down next to her ribs, a bit of her blood getting on your jeans but you really couldn't care less.

“Hazel,” you whisper her name, wincing at the sight of her bleeding eye.

No response.

Panic settled in you as Stella and Brittany began to lift her body. Your eyes watered as you covered your mouth at her now blood-stained collared shirt.

“Is that true?” You heard Isabel ask PJ and Josie who had also come down from the bleachers as the staff and the rest of the students dispersed. Her voice cracked at the end of her sentence. “That’s why you started this?”

You whipped your head to the two girls, eyes flaring with anger and hurt for Hazel.

Josie immediately began to protest.

“N-no, not entirely—“

“Not entire—Okay.” PJ cut her off loudly. “Listen guys. It doesn’t matter…the reason that we started this.”

You felt your skin itch with fury as you watched them drag Hazel’s body out of the gymnasium. You couldn't even listen to whatever bullshit excuse PJ had to say anymore. Sylvie began to walk away as did you and Isabel.

All you could focus on was if Hazel was okay.

The next few days, you didn’t leave Hazel’s side. You were at the hospital that same night at one in the morning with Mrs. Callahan in the waiting room and by her bedside when she came out of getting blood tests and prescribed medications. When the group would go over to her house and spend a few hours after school being attentive and showing support, you would stay the night tending to her wounds.

It was night three and the swelling had just begun to deflate, her eye revealing itself just a bit. Mrs. Callahan had been really understanding about you spending the nights as much as you knew you were intruding. She had pulled you aside after the second night to tell you how much she appreciated you and everyone else staying by her side.

Especially you — for a reason she didn’t disclose to.

You were crouched down next to Hazel’s bed, helping her with the eye drops that were prescribed by the doctor. Hazel was wearing one of her grandpa sweaters and a pair of sweatpants. Splotches of red, purple and yellow covered her entire face.

“Hold on, Haze.” You leaned in a little closer to her face to focus on the little opening of her eye.

Hazel had been fidgeting the entire night and you had no idea what had made her this way. She muttered an apology before sucking in a deep breath. You were gently cupping the unswollen side to give you leverage.

You pretended not to notice her untouched eye flicker to your dry lips.

“Are you okay?” Hazel asked as you held the dropper right above the swollen skin.

You merely hummed in response as you were focused on her eye. Hazel waited until you put the instructed amount into the dry eye, making sure they all got in. You couldn’t risk her getting infection.

“Are you sure?” She pressed again.

You set the dropper down onto the tray full of doctor prescribed pills and remedies for her abrasions. Your brows furrowed as you held an expression of disbelief.

“Haze, I— why are you asking me if I’m okay when you got the shit beat out of you?” You emphasized, chuckling in disbelief.

“I know but—“

“Seriously. If it wasn’t for this fucking club, this wouldn’t have happened to you, Haze.” You expressed with more irritation laced in your tone.

You admit that you haven’t been getting the most sleep since the event; maybe three or four hours at best. Your mind was clouded with worry for Hazel’s well being.

What if Tucker gave her a concussion that would damage her brain forever? What if she went into a coma? What if she dies in her sleep?

Okay, and you also tended to overthink.

“Hey,” Hazel’s tone was gentle with a hint of stern attitude.

You hadn't realized that hot tears were leaving your tired eyes. You had been so busy taking care of Hazel that you hadn’t fully processed what had happened to her. Not a single tear had left your face until now.

“He could’ve really hurt you, Haze.” You whisper, raising your hand to wipe away the tears from your hot cheek.

Hazel remained silent as she knew deep down that Tucker could’ve done a lot more damage than she had received. She just didn't think that you cared this much about her; let alone cry for her pain. She noticed your chest rising and falling faster than she’s ever seen in her entire life. Your bottom lip quivered as you attempted to hold back the burning tears that were threatening to leave your eyes.

“I know but I’m doing okay. You’ve helped a lot, okay? More than I could ever ask for.” Hazel reached for your shaking hand, taking it gingerly into her grasp.

You nod, not trusting yourself to talk as your throat ached from how much you were resisting to let yourself cry. Hazel sat up slowly, her back aching and cracking from being inactive all day.

“Hazel, the doctor said to refrain from sitting upright.” You begin to scold her but she waves her hand at you.

“I’m okay. I-I’m fine.” Hazel shut her eyes, letting out a grunt as she adjusted her body so that she was leaning up against her bed frame.

You reach forward to push her falling strands out of her face, frowning at her wincing.

“Has PJ or Josie—“

“No.” You remark, refraining from rolling your eyes. You already knew where that question was going and still had a grudge against the two.

What hurt the most that you knew Hazel was going to forgive them; specifically PJ. You knew that they didn't hurt her directly but none of this would’ve ever happened if the club never existed. Then again, you never would’ve become friends without the club.

You would’ve still been just admiring her from afar as you passed through the halls.

“Why did you stay here?” Hazel hummed.

You suck in a deep breath as you continue the night routine as normal. You grabbed the tube of ointment and began to apply it to the slit on her high cheekbones.

“I didn't like the thought of you being alone during this.” You admit, hoping it didn't sound so smitten. “I am your friend, you know? I care about you.”

Hazel’s eyes followed the natural arch of your eyebrows and slope of your nose as you spoke. You knew you looked tired but it was truly the least of your worries.

“I know. Now, at least.” Hazel replied, her gaze finally locking on your lips.

“You didn't think I cared?” The dip between your brows depended on her confession.

“It’s nothing against you. I never really had good friends before. It’s nice to not have shitty friends for a change.” Hazel shrugs her shoulders, fiddling with a loose string on her pants.

“You deserve good friends, Haze. You deserve so much.” You express, your voice keeps a gentle yet passionate volume.

The thought of Hazel getting mistreated all her life made your chest ache. Her eyes were darting all over your features as you pulled your hand away from her aching face.

“Well, thank you for all of this.” Hazel replied, not knowing how to take all of your kind words.

You breathe out: “Yeah, of course, Haze.”

You almost missed how she began to lean into your body. You cleared your throat as a tension fell over you guys. You stood up from the bed, brushing your messy hair out of your face.

“I’ll head to bed now. Goodnight, Hazel.” You nod, turning your back to her as you couldn't have her see you so bothered by the fact that she had leaned into you.

You didn't want to have high hopes but they were there. Way, way, up there. Fucking cloud nine up there.

But it wasn’t right. Not yet.

The Huntington versus Rockridge game arrived faster than you could comprehend. You were wedged between Annie and Hazel, waiting patiently for the game to start.

Her eye swelling had completely gone down at that point to where she just had deep brushing all over her pale features. You were happy to see her darling blue eyes once again. Mrs. Callahan insisted that you two come to the game. You were reluctant but maybe it could be something better to do other than sulk around and be annoyed at Josie and PJ.

As the announcer began to cheer on the Vikings, you noticed Josie and PJ walking up the bleachers, stopping right in front of Hazel. Your eyes rolled as you waited to see what they were going to say.

“Okay, first off, PJ has something to say to Hazel, so…” Josie starts, panting through her words.

You stare at PJ along with Sylvie, Annie and Hazel. Her jaw drops, not knowing what to say exactly.

“The apology. Do the apology. Do the apology we said.” Josie muttered to her in a rushed tone.

“Okay! I’m sorry that I called your mom a skank.” PJ exclaimed.

When Hazel merely sighed and avoided her gaze, PJ continued. “And I’m sorry for saying that you have no friends really loud in front of all of your friends.”

Hazel looked down, glancing over at you as PJ could tell she still wasn’t satisfied with her apology.

“And I’m sorry for being an asshole a lot of the time.”

You and Annie give her ‘really?’ looks when she says a lot of the time.

“Most of the— All of the time!” She finalizes.

Josie hums in agreement with her best friend.

“And I do think that it's nice you always have notes and then you type them up and email them to everyone…” Hazel rolls her eyes with an attitude because she knows that they’re helpful. You’ve told her this a million times before. “And I really appreciate it.”

Hazel stares at her blankly for a moment, trying to process what she was going to say.

“Do you forgive me?”

Hazel’s smile creeps onto her lips as she nods with a soft ‘yes’. You send PJ a forced grin before paying attention to whatever Josie was talking about. Something about the Huntington players targeting a single player on the Rockridge team and how you all needed some sort of distraction to save the players.

“Oh, now you want a bomb?” Hazel smirks at the opportunity to blow shit up.

You would be lying to yourself if you said your bruised features didn't make her more attractive to you. You had followed Hazel and the group regardless of your feelings towards PJ as honestly, you didn't have anything better to do.

They still were your friends.

You and Hazel were crouched behind the tree across the yard as she had formulated some sort of bomb out of the blue. Where the hell did she even get this shit?

“Is it the red wire?” Hazel said out-loud, uncertainty laced in her voice. “Shit, or is it the yellow?”

You stare at her in shock.

“You don’t know?” You whisper-shouted at her.

“I-I get them mixed up. Fuck.” Hazel replied back in a panic.

Just then, you hear Annie shout from across the field that the game was about to start. Hazel glanced up at you as she hurriedly guessed which wires connected to one another and grabbed your hand in hers. You blushed as she tugged you along, sprinting across the field.

You did not wear the right bra for this.

The two of you jumped into the group's presence, your arm dripping over Hazel’s back as you all ducked from the expected explosion. After a few seconds of silence, you and Hazel looked up to the tree to see it was still intact.

“Hazel, it's not working.” Annie tapped her shoulder.

“Fuck. Fucking…” Hazel grabbed the remote, releasing your grasp to aim it at the explosive.

“Maybe try turning it on and off again?” You suggest as you stare at the metal antena.

Everyone was clamoring over Hazel to see what went wrong. You hear the crowd grow more and more in volume as the football team and cheerleaders begin to hip-thrust.

“Okay, Plan B, we get the cheerleaders to make out.” Annie stated as she got up and jogged over to the squad.

“What?” You ask in disbelief, trailing after her as did the rest of the group.

“Guys! Guys, kiss each other!” You shout over, making crude motions along with PJ, Annie and Sylvie.

Hazel had run up top to the bleachers, shouting at them to makeout from there. It was no use. Isabel and Brittany were still upset with PJ and Josie, ignoring their requests entirely. You groaned as you noticed the Huntington team begin to make their way onto the field.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you muttered before you feel someone shove your shoulder.

It was PJ.

“Go and make out with Hazel.” She instructed, jerking her head up to the bleachers.

“Wha—“

“Just go! Hurry!” PJ was now full on pushing you now, staring at Hazel who had seemed to give up on the cheerleaders.

You run as fast as your legs can take you, calling her name from the distance. You’ve never made out with someone before and this is how it was going to happen?

Fuck it.

Hazel turned to you, asking: “What do we do?”

You grabbed the side of her head, pulling her into a messy kiss. Her hands gripped onto your biceps through your navy sweater, trying to go along with your jagged movements. You could hear Annie telling everyone to ‘look!’ as the slobbery mess became a sensual kiss.

You inhale as you feel Hazel take the reins, gripping your face to show you how to control your jaw. Her tongue ever so slightly grazed your bottom lip, humming at the feeling.

Was she always this good of a kisser? Who the hell has she been hooking up with?

The makeout turned into soft gentle kisses, your smile growing as you pulled her in closer.

“Oh, wait. I’m gay!” You hear Stella-Rebecca say as you pull away with a sigh from Hazel’s experienced lips.

Hazel tugs you back in with a grip on your face, seeming to completely forget about why you were even making out in the first place. Her cold rings dug into your cheeks making you crave more and more of her.

Me fucking too, Stella.

The announcer calls the attention back to the game that people came for, causing you and Hazel to pull away with a soft smack. Her hand was at your waist now, both of you staring at the field of players. You pull away, letting out a nervous chuckle as you begin to walk back down to the track field surrounding the football one.

Hazel followed behind you, seeming to be out of it as much as you were. You had not been listening to a goddamn word PJ was saying as you thought about Hazel’s hands on your face and her tongue in your mouth.

How can you move on from this?

“They kissed on the mouth,” Sylvie stated cheekily, pointing at your flushed figures. “With tongue.”

“Okay, yeah. It was for the good of the school so if anyone is asking, we’ll do it again.” You quip back, trying not to make it seem like a big deal when all you wanted to do was have her back on you again.

Josie turned to you guys, suddenly realizing what Sylvie had said. “When did this happen?”

“There were no other distractions! The bomb didn't work.” You protested.

“They’re gonna spray the field.” Annie muttered.

You would’ve missed it if she didn’t repeat it in a much panicked and louder tone.

“We’re gonna have to run.”

“Fuck, more?” You complained as you ran beside Hazel, the insides of your thighs burning from how fast you were sprinting.

You had kicked one of the players away from Jeff, a flood of adrenaline running through you. Fuck, that felt good.

Josie had taken Jeff into her grasp, tugging him up and off of the grass. PJ had her hands over the sprinkler, ready for the pineapple juice to spray everywhere. You stare across the field at the group of Huntington players, eyes widening in a panic. Stella, Isabel, and Brittany joined by the group's side, too, staring down the rivals.

Were you really going to beat the fuck out of the rival football team with the girl you’ve been crushing on and just made out with? To save Jeff nonetheless?

The main player in the middle removed his helmet, staring the group down. He began to scream at the group which resulted in the group screaming back. You saw a large man run up to you, swinging his leg to your chest.

You dodge the force and grab his calf, twisting it clockwise to hear a loud crunch before grabbing onto his helmet guard and throwing him off of you. You feel a blow to your back to see another yellow jersey player, his helmet in hand.

“Fucking asshole!” You scream before throwing a kick to his crotch and throwing a punch to the middle of his face, blooding seeping onto your knuckles.

You don’t know exactly how so much blood got on you. It had all been one huge blur up until you saw Hazel getting punched in the stomach.

You ran over with a shout as you swung a hard punch into his cheek to throw him off guard. Hazel ended it with a kick to the ribs and another punch to the jaw before he fell to the ground.

Your entire body was aching and Hazel looked so weirdly attractive covered in blood.

“Are you okay?” Hazel asked as gently as ever as she grabbed onto your wrist, leading you to the rest of the group.

“Yeah,” you pant, feeling a burning sensation run up your spine. Definitely not. “I’m okay.”

You had blood splattered all over your blue jeans, running up the sleeve of your sweater with a few dots here and there on your face. There was a collective silence when everyone realized how much damage they had done.

You slowly turn toward the crowd of peers and adults, eyes wide with shock on what had just happened. The sprinklers suddenly turned on and Tim shouted to turn them off once he realized it was pineapple juice.

He slowly began to clap for you and the rest of the girls as the half-dead, half-unconscious Huntington players lay all around you. You let out an awkward chuckle, grabbing onto Hazel’s blood-lathered arm as you lean into her touch. You waved at everyone, snuggling into her maroon-stained shirt.

“So, that was…” You turn to her, not knowing what the fuck to even say about what had just went down.

“We’ll process it tomorrow.” She shakes her head, blood-stained face and all.

“Right, yeah.” You nod mindlessly, slowly blinking at her.

“Did you like the kiss—“

“Are we together now?”

Your question threw Hazel off guard, letting out a soft chuckle as she nervously scratched the back of her neck.

“I mean, I don’t personally just make-out with anyone.” You push out a gust of air, staring into her radiating blue eyes.

“Me neither.” Hazel rushes out, a shy smile on her lips. “So… yeah?”

You nod, laughing out a ‘yeah.’ You look around at the football field now stained with red from the bodies.

“To think, all it took was fucking up some football players for us to get together.” You grin cheekily.

“Oh, I think some of them are actually dead.” Hazel stated as you threw your arms around her neck, more of the blood spreading onto your sleeves.

“Well, the red makes your eyes pop. It’s kind of hot.” You half-joke which causes her to shake her head with a chuckle.

The forgotten tree then exploded, causing everyone to pause in their tracks. The excitement and cheers from the crowd came to a complete halt. You cover your mouth with one hand as the tree caught on fire. Hazel buries her head into your neck, groaning at her failed bomb attempt.

Hazel was right; you’ll process this tomorrow

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christinesficrecs · 5 months

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sunshinediaz · 1 month

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i like the way you scratch my itch | 2.9k, teen

fill for @badthingshappenbingo—hives

A loud bang resounds through the house and Eddie knows it’s Buck on the other side of the door because the motherfucker likes to kick instead of knock, a bad habit Christopher’s picked up on, and he’d be considerably more pissed off if he wasn’t actively on his death bed but, as it is, he simply sighs and gets up off the couch anyway. (It’s poison ivy. He has poison ivy. He’s not dying, but he feels like it. He itches everywhere—the tips of his fingers and between his toes and behind his ears and in the small part of his back where he can’t reach no matter how he screws his arm up. He’s not being very brave about it.) He opens the door and there’s Buck, arms loaded with reusable bags and grinning toothily, ear to ear, like he’s in on a secret and he’s not sharing with anyone. The sun halos him from behind, painting him yellow and orange and bright white; his shirt’s inside out and his hair isn’t brushed, sitting on top of his head in big, loose curls. He looks cozy and comfortable and gorgeous. Eddie kind of wants the world to swallow him whole because he’s in no mood to shove down how much he’s in love with Buck right now. His scalp itches, for fuck’s sake. He can’t handle much more before he starts crying. “Hi, Buck.” “Hey, man.” Buck smiles like the sun shines just because he asked. “You look like shit.” Eddie guffaws and hangs his head. “Thanks,” he mumbles, stepping aside to give Buck plenty of room. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” Buck just hums and beelines toward the kitchen, where he sets the bags down on the island. “Cap let us go early and I stopped at the store for some supplies,” he says, as if he didn’t hear Eddie—or he’s ignoring Eddie, which is more likely. “That’s a lot of supplies.” “Hen made a list of things that might help you and I went a little wild at the store.” Buck shrugs, like this isn’t one of the most romantic gestures in the whole wide world, and pulls out several bottles of calamine lotion and a large container of oats. “I brought stuff to cook, too. Figured I’d make us an early lunch while you take an oatmeal bath.” Shivers crawl up Eddie’s spine and he scratches the rash on both of his hips absently. “I hate oatmeal baths,” he says, every bit the pitiful grown man he is. “And then we can get you down to the walk-in for a steroid shot in the ass.” “I hate steroid shots in the ass.”

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#have a silly stupid little fic since it's spring and i'm gonna be fighting for my life against poison ivy soon!#911 #911 fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #buddie fic #my fics #bthb fics

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bobacupcake · 2 years

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Hi, I'm a guy standing by the doors of a convenient store that you frequent. It's 10pm and you're out because your wife needed Sprite and Gatorade because her tummy hurts and you'd do anything to make her life easier. Anyway I'm asking you something.

"Hey excuse me, can I ask you a question?"

You say no but I keep talking because I have a very obvious script in my head and you're messing it up so I ignore you.

" I'm not trying to bother you but I noticed your rims are dirty. I clean rims as a side hustle. It's 3 rims for $15."

" You only offer a three pack?" You say visibly confused.

" Well no I can do all four but that’s $20."

"That isn't a deal then if every rim was already $5 each, you know that right?"

"Uhh umm"

I'm stumbling. No one has ever talked to me this long.

"So do you want your rims cleaned?" I’m hopeful.

" No. it's 10pm and we're at a Dollar General. You don't have water or soap or anything."

"Uhhh ummm I can do it some other ti-"

You cut me off.

"And why don't you clean the entire car? Detail all the outside and maybe the inside? Wouldn't that be a better business model?"

" Uhhh well i-"

you cut me off again

"I have to go inside now."

You make a show of locking your car doors. You walk to the entrance and look back and I've disappeared.

You're at the drink aisle and they’re out of your wife's Gatorade that she likes. She's very picky and only likes the light blue one. They only have yellow one. You opt in for Powerade instead, she doesn't like the blue Powerade one so maybe the red one is the safest choice. She does like fruit juice so why wouldn't she like fruit punch flavor? Oh why didn't you have her write an entire essay on her opinions on sports drinks! You're kicking yourself but you grab the bottle and go to the fridges in the back to get a bottle of Sprite. They changed what the bottle looks like again. It looks like every other bottle. God damn these corporations making everything look palatable to everyone. The green bottle kicked ass. You grab the bottle and double check to make sure it's not Sprite Zero because all the bottles look the same and you've made that mistake before. Your wife pretended it was fine and took a baby sip of the soda in front of you to make you believe that it truly was okay then she put it to the side and never touched it again. You threw the full bottle away two days later when you cleaned the house.

Everything checked out so you head to the cash register, walking slowly to look at all the candy hanging in the aisle. “Maybe I should get some gummy sharks” you think but it's already 10pm and they close at 10:30pm. So it's best you just keep walking and not waste time. The lights flicker above you as you walk. You put your items on the conveyor belt and the cashier asks

"Did you find everything okay?"

What? How? It's the same man from outside but he's wearing different clothes and he's smiling so big it looks like it hurts.

"Um yeah I did thanks." You say as calmly as you can.

You pay with your card but the machine isn't processing it.

"Push the card in more" he says.

"Okay yeah."

It works and the payment goes through. You walk fast to your car and get in and drive home. You’re shaken. You wish that your home was farther from that place than it was. You realize it's an easily walkable distance to your home. Something I could easily walk and find your car and its dirty rims. You almost run a red light.

You make it home and it feels nice outside. Feels nicer here than it did there? It's only a 3 minute drive apart. How is that possible? You walk inside and give your wife her drinks. It's clear you made the wrong decision by getting the Powerade. But she drinks the sprite. You take off your shoes and put on pajamas. You don't sleep that night. You think about me and my terrible business I'm running.

The next morning you go outside to clean your rims. They are indeed dirty and maybe I had a point when I said they needed to be cleaned. You make your pathetic little soap mixture and sit down to get to work. With soapy rag in hand, you see a little smiley face etched out of the dirt on your driver front rim. You spend too much time scrubbing away the dirt. After an hour, you get up tired and wet and think "maybe that was worth $20"

m;y wife doesnt drink soda

#THANK;S ANON #I DONT KNOW IF YOURE THE SAME ONE AS THE WIZARD ONE BUT YOURE. VERY TALENTED. IM A LITTLE BIT AFRAID #anonymous #ask #potion of answers your question

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greenorangevioletgrass · 2 years

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it's classified | b.r.b. (1/2)

pairing: bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x actress!reader

summary: what was supposed to be a simple one-night stand during the training for your upcoming movie turns into an epic strangers-to-lovers-to-enemies-to-friends-lovers adventure... 10,000 feet in the air.

word count: 4.2k

warnings: language, drinking, behind-the-scenes nerdiness, fluff, smut [dirty talk, fingering, overstimulation, praise, protected sex], rooster is secretly a softboi, pining idiots

notes: im falling for rooster and im falling fast and hard y'all, and the the way this movie was made is making my nerdy ass giddy skdjfhskdjhf please join me in this dumpster fire. reblog, send me asks, talk to me bc a bitch is horny, okay???? happy reading!

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***

i. Bruce Springsteen — Born To Run

You wanted to sleep in.

You were planning to sleep in. That’s the sole reason you arrived in this new town a day earlier than the rest of the cast before the rigorous final phase of flight training for your upcoming movie. But as the old saying goes, you make plans and Siri laughs and fucks up your alarm.

And the more you try to go back to sleep, the more anxious you get about the big day. It’s like a schoolkid before a field trip —if only said field trip was where you’d get your ass kicked black and blue. You’re not ready, you knew that. But you had to be. As the new kid on Top Gun, arguably the biggest action film this decade, there’s too much catching up to do. Every minute you’re not spending in training should be a minute spent preparing for it.

That’s why you're giving yourself a head start; sleepwear shucked off, sports bra on, workout playlist thumping from your AirPods. And with a short pep down the steps, your stride hits the sand.

It’s sweaty, hot, heavy as the ground underneath you crumbles a little with every step in your run. It takes you everything to maintain your pace so you don’t sink into the sand and make it even harder for yourself —even if you pay for it in burning heels and lungs and limbs and muscles.

But the view is nice. Lines of blue, yellow, orange, and white fading into each other on the horizon. Seafoam washed up on the shore, clearing your shoe prints like you’re starting over with every lap, every set of lunges and crunches and what-have-you. And through it all, not a single soul in sight.

Well. Except for one man.

Jogging in your opposite direction about 20 minutes into your workout. He runs laps on the mile-long strip of empty beach, bare torso gleaming in the sun and sweat, aviator glasses perched atop the bridge of his nose. You’re not usually into pornstaches, but it suits him. You’d take a longer, better look, but he catches you staring and nods at you briefly with a coy smile as he runs past you.

Fuck.

You push through until you hit the quiet, closed beachside bar called The Hard Deck, and jogs up to the sidewalk, sighing in relief upon finding an even surface —and enough distance to hide your embarrassment from the sexy, sweaty stranger, as you jog back to your apartment.

Out of sight, out of mind.

***

ii. Cage The Elephant — Cigarette Daydreams

But later that evening, sun barely setting outside the window, when The Hard Deck’s come alive with patrons drinking and conversing and playing pool, jukebox music playing in the background, an all-too-familiar figure strides into the room. His six-pack abs are clad in a white tank this time, a flowy Hawaiian shirt thrown over his broad shoulders. The sunglasses, however, seem to be a mainstay, and you force yourself to look away before you embarrass yourself. Again.

He walks over to the empty spot next to you, fingers drumming against the wooden counter.

“Hey, Pen, can I have my usual, please? Thanks.” He tears off his aviators, stealing glances your way not so inconspicuously, as you try to keep your gaze ahead. Don’t get reeled in by the smell of sunscreen and saltwater on him… “Fancy seeing you here.”

Your heart skips a beat, but you try your damnedest to stay cool as you turn towards him. You don’t know what to expect, but you surely don’t expect the warmest, coziest brown eyes looking right at you with a little smile. “I could say the same about you.”

“Nah, I think you just happen to be in my general territory.” He smiles in teasing, murmuring a thanks as he receives his beer. “So what brings you to Fightertown?”

You pause for a second, studying the way he earnestly waits for your answer. He doesn’t know who you are —and you like that. The moment ‘actor’ gets thrown into the conversation, the moment it clicks that they’ve seen you in movies or Netflix, some people can’t get past it. And right now, this stranger is seeing you not for what you do, but who you are —and you want to keep that just a little longer. So you decide to go with the vague answer,

“Work.”

“Oh, yeah? What kind?”

“It’s… classified.” You smirk over your non-answer.

His grin widens as he shakes his head —he knows what you're doing, but he’s not pushing any further. Instead, he cheekily remarks, “You know, with the reps you’re putting out there this morning, I would’ve thought you were gearing up for a mission.”

Well, he’s not wrong. But he can’t know that, so you settle on the next best thing. “I don’t think I’m cut out for the Navy,” which is not a lie —just because you’re playing one, doesn’t mean you’re really one. “You?”

He leans in just a tad closer, and oh God, you can smell his aftershave. “Between you and me, I ask myself that every day for the last 15 years.” And just as quickly as he closes the distance, he straightens up again on his seat. “But yeah. I’m a combat pilot.”

“Wow!” your eyes light up; partly because this is great extra research materials —great coincidence, too, as you’re flying fighter jets in the movie—, and partly because his face lights up, too. “What’s that like?”

“Do you like flying?” he props his knuckles underneath his chin, looking at you thoughtfully. It’s a little unnerving, but you don’t hate the butterflies in your belly.

“Um, it’s… okay?” You chuckle somewhat bashfully. “I guess I’ve never really thought about it more than just… getting from one place to another. Looking at clouds and oceans from a tiny window.”

“Oh, there’s so much more than clouds and oceans with this one. It’s the best fucking thing ever.” He gushes. And pauses. And pipes up, “I can show you better than I can tell you.”

“Really?” You lean against the counter, casually moving closer to him. “Wouldn’t you get into trouble for that?”

“Might just be worth it,” he shrugs, “for both of us.”

His honesty is refreshing. He treads the fine line between cutting to the chase and respecting your space, and you really, really like that about him. “Why don’t you buy me a drink first and we’ll go from there, Mister…?”

“Bradley Bradshaw. At your service, ma’am.”

***

ii. Ryan Adams — Wildest Dreams

Bradley Bradshaw, as it turns out, is at your service. Taking you to his bed, gently resting you on the edge of the mattress as he ravenously devours you in hot, wet kisses —from your lips to your neck. Undoing your buttons one by one, his mouth doesn’t seem able to leave you alone as it follows his fingers down your chest.

“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes out.

He nips at the soft swell of your breast, impatient as he tugs the cup down your chest. Toying at one hardened nipple with his tongue while he teasingly thumbs the other, making you arch your back. And with that, he unclasps your bra with just one hand —one swift movement. Equally as frenzied, you push his open shirt off of his shoulder, his arms more tanned and golden than God.

You chuckle. “I could say the same about you.”

You would think you’d get used to his curious, thoughtful, lewd gaze after a whole night of flirting, but the heat creeps up on your cheeks anyway. “You’re a sweet talker, you know that, baby?”

Bradley pulls away as he shucks off his remaining clothes, white tank tossed aside and faded blue jeans left on the floor. His gray boxers are tight on the front, his hard-on straining from the inside. His sun-bleached hair ruffled by your doing, a soft smile ghosting on his mouth, and you have to admit… you meant every word of it.

Gorgeous.

A little chuckle escapes you as he pulls you back towards his lips. The mustache tickles your skin, unusual but not unwelcome, but you’re far more giddy with the prospect of feeling it everywhere. And the hand…

Venturing down.

Lower.

Gently caressing your soft cleft through your panties.

“Jesus Christ, you’re soaked…” he groans, slipping his hand underneath the fabric.

On any other night, you would’ve been embarrassed by how wet you are, and how blatantly he pointed it out —and truth be told, you’ve been wet since he put his hand on your thigh the whole car ride. Not quite dirty —he didn’t do anything in that manner; but not quite innocent either, knowing what happens next.

But his bold hand indulges like the rest of him. His middle finger slides right along your slit, finding your swelling bud, and he moans like it makes him feel good.

If the little figure-eights weren’t enough to send waves of pleasure all over your body, the stretch of his middle and ring finger entering you at once sure is. You pull him closer, so that his body rests on top of you, worried that you might float in mid-air if he’s not there.

He is, very much, there. Pumping his digits in and out of you, capturing your lips, your tits, every inch of your skin with his mouth. Nuzzling the side of your face like he’s listening to every hitch of breath. Figuring out how to make you sing, how to make your body twist deliciously. You’re so close, so fucking close already, God, and when he curls his fingers inside you just right…

It’s too fast. Too easy. But you’re way too blissed out to think much of it. You can barely think of a response when he doesn’t slow down after her first orgasm, not even a little bit. Whether you like the drawn-out high.

(You do. You really do.)

And you have a feeling he knows that. If the hard cock grinding against your thigh was any indication, you would think he’s into it, too.

“Yes, baby, that’s it. Give me one more —one more before I fuck you…” he murmurs against your jaw, his soft voice reverberating on your skin. “Can you do that for me?”

You don’t always do strangers a favor, but when said stranger is handsome and funny and two fingers deep inside you, an exception can be made.

Might just be worth it. For both of us.

You don’t know when your first orgasm ends and your second begins. Blood and thrill and pleasure just course through your entire body from tip to toe, and it takes you a few moments to realize your moans and whimpers filling the air. He swallows your sweet noises into his kiss, and takes what he can get until you falter from his lips.

He smooths your hair away from your forehead tenderly, watching you regain some semblance of composure through heavy lids and thick lashes. Your finger brushes against the scars on his face. Two lines running down one side of his cheek, smaller ones on his chin. You don’t ask, but maybe the featherlight caresses over the lines is enough of a question.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he rasps, “You still wanna do this?”

“You still need to ask?”

A smile breaks out on the corner of his lips as he bites the inside of his cheek. You push him off with a single finger to his chest, sending him to fetch a condom. This is not the time for stories or sentiments. You’re just two strangers tumbling into bed, looking to scratch an itch.

You flip onto your stomach, listening into the crinkle of the foil, fighting the temptation to sneak a peek at his… asset. But no. Let his length, his girth, his sheer size surprise you. You bury your face in his white sheets, soft and fresh and now wrinkled and bunched.

His large hands stroke your hips, soft on his calloused palms. Pulling you in with a trail of kisses up your spine. Nudging your opening with the tip of his cock.

“Fuck, you’re killing me, sweetheart…” Bradley grunts through gritted teeth.

“What?” you grin, grinding against his hard length. “I’m not doing anything.”

Smack! His hand lands sharply on your ass cheek. Not enough to actually hurt, but definitely enough to make your skin tingle. Enough to make you turn to face him, throwing you a dirty look. “Like hell you’re not.”

“Are you gonna do something about it?”

And then he does.

The smartass remark dies in your mouth, and a low groan comes to life in his, as he stretches you open. Deliciously painful and painfully delicious in the best way —the kind that makes your mind go blank for a moment.

“Fuck, I…” Bradley stills, fully sheathed inside you. “Can I —can I move?”

He sounds so earnest like this. So vulnerable. Boyish, almost. You’re almost tempted to kiss his stupid face senseless, if only moving your hips weren’t a much better way to satiate your desire. Drawing yourself nearly all the way off of him, and hitting your ass back. The sound of skin slapping against each other is filthy, but it still doesn’t beat the groans rumbling out of his chest and the breathy moans you bury in the bedsheets.

The California air is warm that night, but you want it to set you on fire. As he finds his pace, pounding in and out of you with more grit, you reach back for his waist, his hip, his anything, just to say,

“Harder.”

He slows down, the intrigue audible in his voice. “What’s that?”

“I said…” you take a deep breath, setting your jaw as you clench around him, “Harder.”

He curses under his breath and slams you back into his hips. Slower. Deeper.

Definitely harder.

“That hard enough for you, sweetheart?” The spank he gives your ass right after is a sweet consolation prize. He grabs your hair, buries his hand in the roots, and pulls you up so that your back’s flush against his bare chest and good God, you feel like you’re winning.

His hands are everywhere —on your tits, around your waist, between your legs— and he laves wet, desperate kisses on your shoulder, panting in your ear, thrusting up into you mercilessly. And as you inch closer to another orgasm, he holds you closer, cages you in his strong arms.

“Shit… good girl. Come for me…”

It’s too intense. Too intimate. You shouldn’t be able to zone in on his heartbeats matching yours. Or the little kisses pressing on your cheek. But your resolve is slipping, and you fall apart in his arms as he holds you in place —and as he comes inside you, you wonder if you’re in the right place, after all.

He pulls out, and you let out a little whimper, hand digging into his wrist at the loss. But he soothes his hand up and down your thigh in reassurance, and with a final kiss to your jaw, gets up to discard the condom while you catch your breath.

“Didn’t know you had it in you,” you remark, propping yourself back on your arms. “I thought you were an… all-round vanilla kind of guy.”

“Well, you know what they say. Always assume vanilla until proven otherwise.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, interest piqued. “Huh. Does that mean you’re… not that vanilla?”

“Maybe,” he drawls mischievously, though you don’t miss the glance he stole at your bare chest.

“Care to share with the class?”

“I think I can show you better than I can tell you.” He sits on the edge of the bed in front of you, closing the distance to your lips dramatically.

You fall back into his bed, laughing into his kiss, noting his penchant for corny one-liners —of which he’s openly proud of. And amidst all the jokes and the talks of less-than-vanilla sex, the two of you seem to forget about the very action of sex itself. Even in the nude and the sweat of the heat, the two of you are perfectly content lying around in lazy kisses and soft touches. Along his arm. Down his chest.

His face.

“Car accident,” he says out of the blue.

“What?” It takes you a moment to realize you’ve been tracing the scars on his cheek—again. Featherlight against the harsh lines. You retract your hand ever so slightly —you really didn’t mean to pry, but he really doesn’t seem to mind.

“Junior year of high school.” He nods matter-of-factly. “The car flipped eight times, I was thrown out the window, landed like 50 feet away… I even still got gravel in my face.”

He juts out his chin, and you tentatively reach out. The bumps were minute, but they’re there.

“Shit. That’s awful,” you mutter. “Bet the ladies think it’s badass, though.”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” His eyes flutter heavily with each blink.

You don’t answer right away. Instead, you take a good look at him. So… soft in his broad and gruff and masculine glory. And then ultimately you decide, “It’s cute.”

“Cute?” He opens one eye, looking at you curiously for a moment—proving your point even further—before relaxing back into his pillow. “That’s not too shabby, ain’t it?”

And as he lazily strokes your hair, you can’t help but agree.

Not too shabby at all.

***

iii. Lizzy McAlpine — an ego thing

The next morning, 0800 sharp, the principal cast is gathered in a hangar of the Naval Air Station, making small talk with each other on the weather and the flight in and the training that lies ahead. Your co-star Pedro makes a joke about a dramatic entrance his character makes in the beginning of the story, and you simply laugh it off.

But then you hear footsteps. The heavy combat boots against the concrete, and you turn around. And it’s really, really funny how life imitates art.

Your stomach shouldn’t have dropped so quickly —the sun hits him from the back, and you can only see his silhouette for a moment— but it did. The outfit may be different —gone is the flowy yellow Hawaiian shirt as the muted forest green flight suit takes its place—, but it’s still the same swaggered gait. The same pair of Ray Bans. The same 80’s mustache.

The same fucking guy you slept with last night.

“Everyone, this is Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, callsign Rooster,” Kevin, the stunt coordinator, addresses the whole team, “He’ll be replacing Lieutenant Natasha Trace as our resident naval pilot for this project.”

Shit.

“Morning, everyone.”

You hear an unruly choir of replies around you, but you can barely force out a response.

“Did you guys get a good night’s rest last night?” His eyes flicker your way for a second, and it feels like a cold stab to the heart. More replies from your crowd —seems like nobody caught wind of it, thank God. “Great. ‘Cause we got a long day ahead of us, folks.”

He moves on to the briefing, and you’re trying your damnedest to pay attention —this information is life-and-death, after all— but your head is still reeling. How fucking stupid were you for thinking life would let you off easy.

As if all this pilot training was a cakewalk.

“Who wants to go first?” The aviator snaps you out of your reverie, looking out at the whole group with a simple smile.

The boys exchange looks and kind of murmur ‘ladies first’ out of nerves and hesitation, and you’re a second too late in making any kind of response. This is your worst nightmare.

Kevin looks at you expectantly. “What do you say?”

You shoot your friends a dirty look, as you find yourself caught between a rock and a hard place. The last thing you want to do is to be stuck in a cramped cabin thousands of feet in the air with the man you ghosted after hooking up last night. But at the same time, you don’t want to be a diva. You made a promise to yourself that you were gonna take on whatever challenge they throw at you head-on. And you’ve been making good on the promise so far.

You’re not gonna let some man ruin your streak.

“Lt. Bradshaw, this is Y/N,” Kevin introduces the two of you as you step up to formally introduce yourself.

You offer him a handshake. “It’s nice to meet you… sir.”

He doesn’t flinch at the honorific, but he does pause, as if processing how it rolls off your tongue. How strange it is to shake your hand after touching you everywhere else. “Just Rooster is fine. There’s no ranks in the cockpit. Got a callsign yet?”

“Houdini.” you nod briefly.

He tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, curious.

“Passed the Dunker test in record time,” Kevin proudly notes. “She’s a tough one.”

“Let’s not jinx it, Kev.” You pat your friend in the arm with a tight smile.

Bradley —Rooster— isn’t unfriendly, by any means. He makes small talk about how the aircraft works and the training that’ll come in handy as the two of you suit up and get ready to fly. But as soon as the canopy closes, and it’s just you and him inside the jet, not a word is spoken between you. With the engine roaring underneath you, it’s still the most deafening 20-minute silence of your life.

“Houdini, huh?” Rooster flatly pipes up through the comm. “That’s fitting…”

He’s not gonna make this easy on you, but you try anyway. “Look, I—”

“Tower, this is Rooster on Joyride One. Are we clear for taxi?”

“Joyride One, you are clear for taxi,” an operator responds in your headphones.

The plane starts moving, but the only reason you’re taking a deep breath is the front-seater before you. “Rooster,” you call him again.

“I read you loud and clear, Houdini. Do you read me?” He sounds oddly calm. Even. Like there’s no subtext underneath his words.

But no subtext is enough subtext, and you know how to pick your battles —this isn’t one you’re gonna win. “Loud and clear,” you huff in relent. “What happened to Phoenix?”

“Duty calls.”

“That’s a shame. We were supposed to fly together.” You’ve met and talked to her a few times, and you really liked her. You were genuinely bummed that you no longer get to work with Rooster. It has nothing to do with avoiding Rooster.

Well. Maybe a little bit.

And with that, his facade finally cracks, and you can distinctly hear the coldness in his tone. “Guess you’re stuck with me now. Unless you wanna Houdini your way out of that, too.”

Motherfucker. You straighten up, bracing yourself as the aircraft starts gaining speed on the taxiway. “Nope, I’m good. Whaddya got for me?”

“We’re gonna start easy, get you accustomed to the height and the G-Force, and we’ll talk about the basic turns and spins when we’re in the air. Think you can handle that?”

“Oh, yeah. Bring it on.”

And you mean it. You’re taking every bit of willpower in your gut to use everything you’ve ever learned in the training. Every turn, every inversion, every multiplication of the gravity pull. Every thousand feet higher in the air.

You nearly throw up several times, but you’re much too spiteful to admit defeat. Not today.

Not ever.

And even if you get off the plane feeling like you’re about to die, you don’t show it. As soon as your feet touch down on the tarmac again, you simply take off your helmet and take a deep breath. In, out. Take in the smell of fuel and afterburner, which still beats the suffocating air of being stuck with Rooster.

“Kevin’s right.” he admits, fluffing out his matted hair once the helmet’s off. “You are a tough one.”

“Thanks,” you mutter, tight-lipped. “Hey, about last night—”

“I told you, I hear you loud and clear, Houdini.”

You open your mouth to protest, but he cuts you off, stopping in front of you.

“You left in the middle of the night—no number, no goodbye, nothing. Message received, okay? There’s no need to bring it up again, especially not when the comm lines are open.”

Oh.

He steps forward, lowering his voice yet somehow it feels even more intense. “In fact, let’s not bring it up again —ever. Just… forget it ever happened.” He turns on his heels and walks away, towards the hangar where everyone else is waiting.

It pisses you off beyond belief, that he scolded you like you were a child, and then he stormed off like one, and didn’t even let you get a word in. And it pisses you off even more, knowing that he’s right. You were wrong for leaving without a word. Wrong for leading him on, when you know there’s absolutely no chance for you. Wrong for indulging in his company anyway, knowing what you know.

You shat the bed, and now you’re gonna have to lie in it for a whole year.

<<<read part 2 here>>>

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queenofallimagines · 9 months

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Meguru Bachira with a black s/o

LISTEN!! I picked up the 2 volume of the manga on accident when I went to target and I’m in love w him the man of my dreams!! Not taking blue lock right now bc besides Isagi and kunigami i don’t remember any other characters name or anything about them😅 feel free to talk to me about him tho I have SO many thoughts👀

** can you tell this is just me rambling 💀

Megaru💕:

- this pic gives me butterflies holy shit

- WHEW this man has huge unhinged sunshine energy

- Like giggling and kicking my feet how he’s the happy go lucky character trope (I.e hinata) but they make sure you remember he’s not “soft”

- Like the way y’all be uwuing hinata that is a grown man😐 he was throwing fists the WHOLE SERIES but he don’t know about sex? Bffr

- Anyway he’s definitely a switch but kinda leaning more top? he definitely just wants to fuck he don’t care who’s on top

- He’s so cuddly it’s adorable

- Getting neon yellow nails to match his hair>>>

- Definitely would like to match fits w you when y’all step out

- WOULD GET YOU AN ANKLE BRACELET W HIS INITIALS ON IT SO HE CAN KISS YOUR ANKLE WHEN HE PUTS YOUR LEGS OVER HIS SHOULDERS!!

- Most fashionable couple FR

- Always has to be touching you in some way

- Holding your hand, arm around you, hand in your pockets

- Wants to make sure you’re there and won’t slip away from him

- Imagining him going to meet your family and he’s SWEATING like he knows he’s not everyone’s cup of tea and really doesn’t want to start anything

- “You are good at soccer so you have like + 100 points right now”(watching Latino people watch the football on the Olympics is so scary 😫)

- Imagine your family watching his games😭 embarrassing bc now I’m imagining a room full of dads and uncles glued to the tv and cheering him on like he can hear it💀💀

- “You so skinny you need to eat more!”

- He’s charming your aunties to steal plates from your house

- You get in the car and he has like 3 Tupperwares full of left overs

- Great with kids because they think he’s cool

- he’s breaking they ankles in soccer tho he’s not gunna play nice w kids

- If “play where it’s safe cuz it’s NOT over here” was a person

- Like he can go 0-100 in a millisecond so if someone tries him

- Very “who’s gon beat my ass about it??” Type beat

- People think y’all are so cute bc he’s so smiley and sweet to you

- DEFINITELY says filthy shit in your ear too

- Like he’s cuddly w everyone he likes so you’d be no different but he’s slipping his hands up your shirt

- Number one hype man when you get your hair done

- So extra

- “My baby so cute🥹🥹”

- Box braids are his favorite bc he can put charms and stuff in your hair

- also medium long locs bc imagining him walking up to you and pushing them out your face to see your eyes🥺

- Freak

- Probably sends you links to sex toys and is like

- “👀👀??”

-“I’m a visual learner btw”

- The MOST unserious character in this whole series so far

- His song is rodeo but just the flo Milli verse i WILL NOT ELABORATE!!

- Once he get to doing that thing where he lower his voice just call in sick bc you probably not walking

- Not that he doesn’t care about your pleasure it’s more he’s fucking until HE taps out so your brains can be soup but he’s not done so,,,,hold on?

- If you like me and a few inches shorter than him will be smug about it

- His personality is big enough to count as a size kink but being a little taller makes him get a big head

- Talks you through it the whole time

- Switching back and fourth between degrading and praise so fast it makes your head spin

- “Hm? Don’t tell me my little slut is tapping out? You were begging me so nicely earlier”

- only one who can say babygirl and it not be cringe 🤭

- “be a good boy and spread your legs for me, hm?”

- Really sloppy kisser during sex too

- Will tell you to stick your tongue out for him

- On the rougher side of kinky stuff

- Fucks you like it’s the last time he ever will every time

- Don’t care about getting caught bc either way he’s not stopping

- Probably how you’d end up sleeping w him and Isagi I fear

- Isagi is so sweet and megaru is MEAN

- Isagi trying to go slow and be gentle and Megaru over here pulling your hair calling you a pretty whore

- this man In grey sweatpants would end me

- APART OF THE SHORT KING BIG DICK CREW

- he’s tall by Japanese standards but juuuuust 3cm above average in American height

- he already walks out the shower naked w NO care in the world

- probably walks around the house like that too Ngl

- “I am returning to the natural state of my birth” I will glue your clothes to your body sir :/

- feel like he’s more girth than length like don’t get me wrong he def has a third leg but he’s gunna have to work you open

- “ Oh don’t worry, I’ll make sure it fits”

- Act right dick™️ so don’t push him too far in public

- Definitely a bad influence!! You’re trying to be normal in public and he gives you a look

- Next thing you know he’s on his knees for you in a bathroom or an empty hallway🙄

- In the locker room so many times the rest of his friends already know, and when you two disappear they not stepping foot in there

- Buys you lingerie because he’s your biggest hype man

- When you feel confident you’re the most sexy

- “Mmm you look so good in that cute outfit, you won’t be too mad if I tear it off right?”

- Spreads your legs wide and will make you look in the mirror and watch as he fingers you open

- The type of man who fucks you so good you would get his name tatted on your ass

- Your family actually is probably like “don’t you go corrupting that sweet boy”

- And behind closed doors he’s got his hand holding your hair in a tight fist as he makes himself comfy in your throat

- “Let me hold your hair up for you💕”

- L$D- asap Rocky is also his song

#my writing #x black reader #blue lock #bllk imagines #blue lock smut #Megaru bachira #bachira imagines #bachira meguru #blue lock x black reader #x chubby reader #blue lock bachira #bachira smut #meguru smut #Spotify #blue lock meguru bachira #meguru x reader

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mitsies · 1 year

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-;. bachira meguru as your boyfriend!

; fluff headcanons, wc: 1.3k ; warnings: a lil hurt/comfort but not much! ; author's notes: i love u bachira fr + lmk who u want to see hcs with next!

‣ bachira meguru is OBSESSED with you ‣ from the moment he met you, he knew he wanted to be close to you ‣ so he made it happen! ‣ he spoke to you as often as he could, whether it be texting or calling or in person ‣ he is infatuated with everything you do fr ‣ like, u could hiccup on a call, and bachira will be giggling and kicking his feet like 'teehee my s/o hiccupped' ‣ he gets SO GIGGLY when u do anything like ‣ if you guys are on a walk and u purposefully bump his shoulder he's fr twirling his hair and giggling like a schoolgirl ‣ his love language is 100000% physical touch ‣ and he's not shy about it, not even at the start of your relationship ‣ he's always got to be close to you

‣ holding hands & swingin them while you walk kinda thing ‣ he's into playful, fleeting touches ‣ the type to randomly pepper u with kisses ‣ he also bites???? like not in a hostile or sexual way it just ‣ he likes u sm so he bites u ‣ just.. chomp! every now and then ‣ he loves loves loves seeing you ‣ when he does he calls your name and literally SPRINTS his ass out to wherever you are and gives u the biggest hug ever <3

you jump at the sound of a familiar voice calling out your name. whipping around, you see a blur of black and yellow hair hurtling toward you at the speed of light.

before you know it, you're pulled into a tight hug, stumbling back a few paces as you laugh into bachira's hair. you wrap your arms around his head like you're trying to keep him there, grinning into the crook of your neck.

when he finally pulls away, arms still trailing on your waist. his eyes glitter with affection as they look into yours. "i missed you."

you smile. "you saw me yesterday."

bachira shoots you another starry smile and shrugs animatedly: "felt like sooo much longer without you, y'know!"

your heart flutters in your chest and you press your face into his collarbone briefly, before you pull away. his hand finds its place in your own- it fits like it was made for you.

"so," he says, "what are we doing today?"

"ice cream on the pier?"

"you know me so well!"

‣ and for dates: bachira isn't big on casual dates ‣ however, there's this ice cream shop that you're both regulars at! ‣ at least once a week, usually more, in the evenings the two of you meet to grab something sweet and just chill ‣ the two of you sit with your feet swinging off the edge above the water ‣ you each have a new flavor because the place has a rotating menu- you take turns chattering & letting each other try spoonfuls of your ice cream ‣ because of the nature of blue lock & his life path, he's busier than he'd like to be ‣ but trust that he is ALWAYSSSS messaging you ‣ man never leaves u alone ‣ like actually ‣ he ABUSES the 'notify anyway' option when you're on do not disturb ‣ calls you at stupid late hours of night just to prattle on about some stuff that doesn't matter ‣ he's a talker- he loves loves loves speaking with you ‣ his favorite thing about talking to you specifically is that you really seem to listen ‣ his friends nod their heads and play along but they don't get it ‣ you do, and you care- that's one of many things he loves about you ‣ bachira doesn't tell you he loves you often, even though he does ‣ he's got some deep-seated issues highkey LMFAO ‣ you always know he does, though ! it shines through in his little actions and the phrases of adoration he tells you ‣ all his friends/teammates know how much he loves you too ‣ like i said he is OBSESSED ‣ and he lets everyone know ‣ you send him a picture of you doing the most mundane thing? he's shoving his phone in isagi's face saying 'look how cute they are! look! now! here! you're not looking!' ‣ EVERYYYYONEEE is sick of him ‣ 'yes bachira we get it' ‣ but he KEEPS doing it ‣ (his friends are only mildly annoyed- they know how happy u make him so they don't care too much :,) ) ‣ when you're upset: bachira isn't much help ‣ he doesn't really know what to do with your feelings and he's not sure how to help ‣ he really, really wants to but he's at a loss ‣ so he just sits next to you and lets you cling on to him if that's what you want ‣ he'd stay there for as long as you want him, and if it helps, he'll talk to you about inane things that don't matter ‣ he'll talk about the weather and his games today, about isagi and rin's antics, about how dolphins are really good animals, anything that might take your mind off it ‣ he is! perfect! ‣ actually i take it back because ‣ if we're talking domesticity: this man is the best/worst roommate you'll have ‣ does the dishes only if you nag ‣ walks around (almost) naked because he doesn't really care LMFAO ‣ and worst of all he sticks to you like GLUE

"meguru," you scold, "we've gotta go. we're gonna be late."

"but you have to change," he wheedles, arms tethered around your neck as he lets his weight drop to the floor, pulling you down with him.

"and why is that a problem?"

"if you change, then you won't want to come back to bed!"

"yeah. that's the point."

"5 more minutes?" you're basically dragging him along the floor like a mop at this point. you'd kick him if you weren't in love with him.

"bachira meguru." you kick him anyways. he sprawls across the floors like a puddle of water, glaring up at you.

"fine," he sighs, pushing himself up, "fine, fine, fine!"

you extend a hand to pull him up. "c'mon, it'd be rude to be late to kunigami's birthday dinner."

he takes your hand, but tugs sharply- you tumble down onto the bedroom floor on top of him with a huff of air rushing out of your lungs.

"meguru!" he laughs and snakes an arm around you.

"i'm sure kunigami won't mind!"

‣ don't even get me STARTEDDDD on how this guy sleeps. ‣ he fr takes the WHOLE BED ‣ his arms are splayed out in every way possible, his legs too- absolutely starfished as far as he can go ‣ and he's a mfing blanket hog too. ‣ this piece of GARBAGE ‣ you'll have to get your own, but only pull it out once he's asleep- otherwise, he'll take that too ‣ big on c*ddling with you though ‣ he's gotta be touching you in SOME way ‣ typically one of you sleeps with your head on the other's chest, and you swap between positions every so often ‣ he likes it when you mess with his hair <3 ‣ try to put it in braids or pigtails and he'll fall in love ‣ will request you do that regularly LMFAO ‣ this becomes a kind of ritual- on quiet mornings, you'll sit on the edge of your shared bed and he'll be right below you ‣ you brush through his hair and deftly put little braids into it, before sweeping it into whatever style he decides ‣ it's the quiet mornings he shares with you that his love really shines thru- because he can talk to anyone, but it takes a lot of trust for him to let his guard down and be quiet ‣ anyways <3 bachira meguru u are the love of my life!

#blue lock x reader #blue lock #bachira meguru x reader #bachira x reader #meguru bachira x reader #bachira meguru #meguru bachira #bllk #bllk x reader #reader insert

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softesttangerines · 6 months

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Shanks and mihawk frequent the same gym. It's mostly a boxing club/gym kinda. And really, it was Shanks' gym first, he's been going here since forever. He met Ben, the owner, during college days. They were decent mates and when he moved back to the city and was looking for the local gym, Ben offered him a free trial in his boxing club and that's how he started doing box as a stress relief instead of just your regular gym activities.

He's become quite the name in the gym. For a hobby, he was quite good at it and people from other clubs came to challenge him sometimes and check what's the fuss about. It was safe to say he lived up to the hype.

So really, post work activities were greatly stress relieving. That is untill the new guy came in.

He usually got to know all the new faces even tho he had a specific time where he visited the club. He usually goes in straight after work, so let's say from 6pm to 8pm? (Or something along those lines) so usually newbies, even with different gym time, made sure to visit at least a couple of times during his visiting time just out of curiosity towards red head shanks everyone speaks about, and usually, everyone ends up satisfied even if they get their ass kicked by him, he was just so friendly that you cant resist him even if he hands you your ass back on a platter.

So when he hears about the new arrival that's quite as good as him at kicking ass and he hasn't met him even tho he's been hearing about him for a month now, he's intrigued and miffed. He's not egotistical to the point of being bitter that this new guy didnt visit during shanks' gym time like everyone else, but he couldn't help but take it as a challenge.

So shanks, for once, changes his gym schedule and goes at 9pm (not that he annoyed ben to tell him what time the new guy is around usually..) When he goes in, it's a happy surprise, everyone's going "hey red!" And "What's up man?" And "let's go for a round, red!" And he feels as happy as a king liked by his people which is silly, he reminds himself he's no king, the boxing club is not his kingdom, these are not his people and he's so not here to prove himself as the true boss of the gym, he's just here out of mere curiosity.

So really, he didnt know what to expect but the man in the ring with piercing yellow eyes and dark furrowed brows, skin so pale that the dark moles mapped on it looked like constellation, and curly fluffy hair held in some sort of tiny ponytail with some wild strands sticking to his sweaty forehead just took his breath away as he landed his opponent on his ass with a swift punch.

Ben, who appeared out of nowhere next to him, snorts at his friend's startruck expression and shanks' annoyed because "you didnt tell me he's a pretty boy, ben!!!" And ben's like that's hardly a boy, that's a full grown man in his 40's and shanks' interest is piqued. So it turns out, ben knows the guy, his name is mihawk and he's new around, recently moved in for a job.

Mihawk was an upcoming icon in the ballet world from his teens to his late twenties. The reason he stopped is due to a career ending injury. He was such a big name in the industry tho, his talent couldn't go to waste so he received multiple invites to teach at prestigious schools which he accepted, but at some point in his career ballet instructor, he got tired of the drama and pressure that comes from big named schools, he decided to settle in a smaller caliber establishment instead.

The reason ben knows all this is because his daughter goes to the ballet school mihawk works at, and while getting to know the man and his interests, he invited him to check the club out. To his surprise, the man ended up being great and making up quite the stir among the regulars. He was so sure it would tickle shanks one way or another and he was right.

Shanks is completely amazed that this guy in front of him is actually not a professional boxer and instead a fucking ballerina. Like this man dances in tights for a living instead of punching people in shorts like he's doing right now. Shanks is literally having a whiplash and dont know which is hotter, all he knows is that the guy is fucking hot and he wants to both fight him and get in his pants!

So he enters the ring after mihawk's opponent leaves, and with the intention of being charming and full of rizz, he opens his mouth, except he's still under the whiplash effect so instead of saying smthn normal, his brain to mouth filter disappears and says "I bet you look hotter punching that guy while wearing your pink tutu" (you can totally hear ben facepalming) and mihawk snaps his head at him, one eye twitching then a scowl takes over his face right away and he goes "if you come up here, I'll show you just what i can do in a pink tutu." (Mihawk meant it in a threatening way, shanks got that but it still didn't stop him from popping a boner right there.)

Mihawk has been frequenting this boxing club for a month now after one of his students' parent suggested it and he's been liking it just fine. People dont engage with him unless it's for a match (probably because they tried to talk to him and barely got anything more than grunts back as an answer, so they just assume he's not the most social of lads out there) and even though there's no worthy opponent of his time, he still finds it decent. Untill this red haired jerk appeared out of nowhere, having the audacity to mock his career? How dare he? What does he mean by pink tutu? Mihawk is a fucking male ballet dancer, he wears fucking tights not tutus! He's genuinely offended at this knobhead who's looking at him weirdly (shanks is NOT drooling.)

Mihawk totally intended to kick his ass but the guy is just so good? The best from this place and the best he's had in a while, really. Sooooo, the guy's offensive comment aside, he did enjoy their match tho he wont rest untill he beats him.

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Shanks is all happy at the notion of a next time being there, also he's both scared and horny because he barely escaped. The guy was obviously going for his blood! As much as mr.boxer/ballerina is hot, he aint about let his ass get kicked by a pretty boy (lowkey he's trynna impress him by showing he's better and lowkey it's working because each time mihawk is actually more impressed and the more the guy impresses him, the more mihawk is like "wait, that's hot?", conclusion? Show mihawk you can bench him and your chances of actually benching him increase.)

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bonus:

Shanks is a horny mf and has this whole fantasy going on about ballerino mihawk in tights (not a fucking tutu) and one evening he annoyed mihawk enough to be invited to the dance studio

for the full experience on, mihawk actually wore his dancing attire, which totally didnt have shanks foaming at the mouth lol

tho all that was forgotten when mihawk danced turned a piece on and danced to it, all graceful and elegant and strong

and shanks was just transfixed, mouth hanging open, like this man putting on a show only for him is magnificent

he's freaking gorgeous and he's giving shanks the honor to see him in his element even tho he no longer dances professionally

and mihawk loves the attention on him it's been so long since he's been on a stage but here in a closed studio

with only shanks as a public, he's never felt more appreciated for the art he makes

they fuck in the dance studio after that lmao

also they fuck in the gym as well and ben is considering kicking them out because he did NOT sign up for his establishment to be defiled this way

everyone at the gym is just annoyed atp at first. it was fun seeing the rivalry between two strong men and everyone had a side

but two months in and their matches were filled with overbearing sexual tension people stopped watching them

boooooo, nobody wants to see two men wrestle half naked as an alternative for sex cz they were two stubborn to do smthn bout it

or worse! they were into some kinky public roleplay typa shit oof!

#mishanks #this is about it lol #i had a tiny plan for zoro and luffy to be involved but i'm too tired maybe next time lol #one piece #opla #mihawk #shanks #dracule mihawk #akagami no shanks

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psiithirisma · 2 years

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Bedrock Bros Actor AU (but not quite focusing on the acting part, to be fair)

Where star child Tommy gets a role for a sitcom with 3 other actors as part of the main cast, one of them being the famous teenage actor Technoblade, aka Tommy's idol.

15 years old Techno is a famous child actor, know for his participation in multiple renowned films, having leading roles in more than one. However, Tommy recognizes him for his appearance in his favorite cartoon which he has been a fan for years.

This cartoon tells the silly adventures of the protagonist, a hilarious bad-ass cute pig that wears a crown and a cape and is extremely good at fighting. A generic type of serie but with high enough ratings to have kept it going.

In said show there's a special episode where the protagonist fighting against a bad guy resulted into him being teleported to another dimension, the audience's dimension. Most of the episode was live-action, Techno chosen as the actor to be the human version of the pig.

Younger Tommy was obsessed with that episode. With the whole cartoon in general but he ADORED that specific episode and when it aired only made his interest for the series stronger.

So when he realizes he's working with THE Technoblade he has no shame in showing how happy he is.

Techno isn't too surprised. He's aware people look-up to him and that he has fans, but what does takes him aback was the fact this kid apparently recognizes him thanks to his appearance from years ago in a cartoon and no other more famous role.

The main character is called Teno (a shortened version of a much MUCH longer name) so now you have little 7 years old Tommy calling Techno "Te'no" due to the beloved character and the similarities between their names. Also because it's easier and quicker to pronounce.

But most people assume its a cute childish mispronunciation of Tech's name since they dont know the cartoon so the general reaction is “aww he's like your little brother” which embarrasses him to hell and back.

Especially when Tommy adds that he is like an older brother to him.

Terrible, horrific, cringe. He is no one's older brother.

...Techno can't really fight the Big Brother allegations when the show they casted him and Tommy for is literally centered on the day-to-day life of a family of 4 (the other two actors being Phil and Wilbur) and all of them fill their respective roles almost as if it was second-nature for them, with the family dynamic following them behind scenes too and present in their off-camera relationships.

Tommy talks a lot about the show to Techno and preys for any fun facts or “classified information” he may have from working on the show.

Techno sadly doesn't but now Tommy got him invested in the show so he gets in contact with some of the writers to have a chat with them. The little blond pretty much ends up interviewing them trying to squeeze as much information as possible out of them.

Speaking about interviews; in an interview the main cast is told to draw the other members and Tommy draws Techno as the little monarch pig but with glasses and after that pigs became part of Techno's brand.

Tommy at some point tells Techno about the character he created a while back, a similar pig to Teno but yellow and blue eyes, wearing a red and white t-shirt and named Big Man (a nickname since Big Man's real name is Nutpig).

It's a clear self-insert but he doesn't comment on it.

Tommy spends hours rambling about the multiple stories he created where Big Man and Teno go on amazing adventures kicking ass. Techno happily listens, sometimes participating with his own made-up adventures.

Occasionally, after a particular exhausting day filming, Techno would find a sheet of paper with a doodle of 2 pigs, Teno and Big Man, on his desk.

Unaware of the soft smile crawling on his lips or the way his fatigue suddenly would lessen at the sight of the childish scribbles.

Techno discovers these official comics of the show and buys them only to read them along with Tommy when the latter would be tired after an entire day in the set.

Most of their reading sessions ending with the youngest drifting to sleep with his face buried on the older's side.

One day Tommy makes Techno a paper crown as a thank-you gift for being an incredible older brother. Saying he isn't sure how older brothers are because he never had one before but despite this he knows Techno is the best one out there.

Techno tries his hardest not to burst into tears right on the spot.

That is something he would find himself doing a lot since meeting Tommy. Trying not to cry out of pure love and affection.

Maybe being an older brother wasn't too bad.

#tommyinnit #technoblade #bedrock bros #sbi #sleepy bois inc #innitblr #bladeblr #sleepy boys inc #long post #venus whispers #actor au #sbi au #twitter liked this one a lot so here u go #fluff #i like fluff

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fanfoolishness · 20 days

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Midnight thoughts on the new episode. AHHHH yell at me if y’all have watched it!

Okay so we didn’t get an emotional breakdown from anybody BUT we got Crosshair’s hand being so. Much. Worse. when he had to talk about Tantiss. I’LL TAKE IT but FUCK how is he going to be back there?!? Man I am just waiting for all of you wonderful giffers to feed my Crosshair-obsessed brain with closeups on THAT HAND.

RAMPART! Noshir!!!! It’s good to hear your smarmy bastard self again! Also you’d think he’d be like “fuck the Empire” now, but nope, still an asshole. Guessing we are NOT getting a Kallus angle here 😂 But at least Crosshair got to literally kick him, I fucking love it 😂

Hemlock is such a fucking idiot. I mean we all knew she’d go to the vault, but we also know she will organize an uprising and kick serious ass. This guy is such a fucking maroon you just signed your death warrant, you nozzle.

Emerie, find your courage already! You can do this!

Does Rey literally have Omega’s blood running through her veins? (It’s where the compassion comes from! 🥹)

I’m glad Wrecker is okay ❤️

Okay, starting to hope CX-2 isn’t Tech, because he’s a little shit. His own people don’t like him and he pushed Omega twice. What a dick! Please don’t be Tech (but if he is we have got to save him!! He can’t die again like this!)…

But the showrunners are really being dicks about it. I mean look at this. Phee is literally next to AZI’s big yellow spectacle lens eyes with Tech’s goggles in the background WHILE talking about Tech. COME ON.

Thank god Lula’s still okay ❤️

This episode felt super short! But I’m so happy there wasn’t a huge time skip and that Crosshair got to kick an asshole even if his hand has gotten worse. I just rewatched the Infiltration/Extraction episodes and he talks about Tantiss and the CX program at a few points, with only the typical slight shaking occasionally. Nothing like the tremors starting to affect his whole arm (as if there’s a movement it’s trying to do and he’s fighting it). Even though they barely talked about Omega… the idea of going back to Tantiss for real now because they need to help her has him really struggling. 🥺 Not to mention that maybe he hasn’t been able to tell them he missed the shot. 🥺

#tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch #spoilers

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messenger-of-stupidity · 11 months

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Redacted Incorrect Quotes Pt. ?

Haha you really thought my lazy ass was gonna work on WIPs? Nah. Have some redacted incorrect quotes based on tweets I saw, either on the app or screenshots of.

No I don’t care if the dashes are uneven.

Redacted Masterlist

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Angel: *Flirting poorly with Davey at the grocery store* Hey so do you eat food often?

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Sweetheart: Curious George is not a monkey because he has no tail. He is an ape. He will grow into a silverback gorilla and kill the man with the yellow hat in a display of dominance.

Milo: I’m literally just trying to read to Aggro.

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Milo: I love when kittens yell, but their heads are too big so they squint.

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Guy: Roommate broke up with boyfriend that cooks for us. Excuse me while I go die.

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Angel: In 1920 we took children out of the coal mine. In 2020 the most popular game on the market is minecraft.

Baabe: Children yearn for mines.

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*3 AM*

No one:

LITERALLY no one:

Asher, in wolf form: I wonder if I can break the record with how loud I can lick my paw.

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Darlin: If civilization crumbles, I have a little flashlight in a drawer somewhere.

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Sweetheart: Paul McCartney’s “Wonderful Christmastime” is about friends practicing magic but when someone walks in they have to play it cool.

Milo: No. It isn’t.

Sweetheart: *starts singing* The moon is bright, the spirits up. We’re here tonight, and that’s enough. *whispers* This is the part where someone comes in. *Continues pointedly* Simply having a wonderful christmastime!

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Angel: My husband gives people a thumbs down instead of flicking them off when driving. He reports that a thumbs down makes them a lot more angry.

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Adam: I would be such a good “dead wife”. Like, can you imagine how good I would look in a dead wife flashback sequence? Someone make me their “dead wife.

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David: As a kid I thought Simba was crazy for running away after the death of Mufasa. But now watching it as an adult, I get it. It did look pretty incriminating of him leading Mufasa to that gorge. Witnesses saw him singing “I just can’t wait to be king.” A persecutor could do some real damage with that conviction.

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Honey: I don’t like the saying “don’t speak ill of the dead”. It always struck me as disingenuous. People are multi-layered. Yes, I did light up a room. But I also stole my roommate’s milk to make mac and cheese blackout hammered. Let’s acknowledge both sides.

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David, giving a pep talk to the pack: For anyone feeling down, just remember Velveeta cheese has been on the market since 1918. If trash cheese can succeed, so can you. And for anyone who likes Velveeta cheese, I’m sorry. I’m sorry you like trash cheese.

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Angel: Lying awake thinking about the time I ordered a giant magikarp plush from Japan but then got refunded because the plushie got crushed under a shipping container.

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Asher, and maybe Guy too: I’m here if you need moron support. It’s like moral support but I’m stupid.

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David: If I have to throw a party for my pack, it will be breakfast. Not lunch. Not dinner. It will start at 8:30 am so there is a valid reason for no one to come and I can kick them out before noon because I only promised breakfast, not lunch. The introverts will win even if it kills me.

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Milo and Ollie: My cat has no responsibilities, but all day he walks from around the house, from room to room, with this sense of purpose, as if he has a long to-do list of tasks no one asked for. Just a weird small furry dude going about his little cat errands.

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Freelancer: Aww my microbiome fancies some high quality fermented foods, does it? A little kombucha perhaps? I don’t give a shit. I’m a megabiome, I do what I want. I’m having a fanta lemon. I’ll swallow coins.

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Lovely: I would be an awesome drug dealer. Like, can you imagine? *giggles* We don’t have coke, is pepsi okay?

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Freelancer: Math professors be wildin like “a man tossed a coin, find the probability of him getting a head?” BRO WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU GOT A H-

Huxley: I wanna reply back same to my data analytics professor so badly!!

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David, at the pack solstice parties: I, myself, am understaffed at this time.

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Milo with Marie watching Aggro for him:

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Asher: Fuck your zodiac sign, what button do you press when it says “press any button to start”

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rockintapper · 4 days

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i say stuff about rh characters part 2two

becuase. teehee

the fir1st one

rhds tiem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!readmore jumpscare

yuka: wair i already d

that frog doll from the tutorial: I give!

note: the jumperrrr

widget: oh its you. yknow your older brother /gn akai mono likes to piss people off sometimes /silly

conductor: jj rpcker questions why you dont move and im glad i can answer her with "he does in megamix"

chorus kids: hi elleon the screaming screamers. theyre ltierally so sikly. but Watch Out

robots (fillbots): the snall one reminds me of coxmo. yall know cozmo? the lil guy and he had cubs that he plays with. and you cn like. and he. cost 200 dolar. the snall rovoNow i feel nostalgic

pop singer (erina): shhehehjdubdmyedrjguexrguderjugdexkvguuggxrwguvvjgkzhdvjgwxd

monkey (fan club): boy stop staring at me your judgemental ass lyour fuckin We're the best fanclSHUT yo stupid ass up fuckin banana lookin headasss i suppose you should jump off a cli

paddler: scare the shit out of me /half sily

blastronaut and shoot-'em-up radio lady: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

inturders: l + ratio + get blasted

captain blue bird: when i heard this lil shit go "STRETCH OUT YOUR NECK" the firsttime i was like WA IT THAT REMINDS ME OF SOMETHIGNG,,, WHHWHAHAYTFAFYA

the blue birds: ok actually. the enitre minigame takes me all the way back to the we are number one rh remix imm so df. s SADDACGFHEVVHG /POS

moai kids: doo-womp womp

moai bird: wait i though you were called seagullx

love lizards: Wonderful cnaracters, HHHHHHORIBBLE minigame. that is all. unles you uh. i mean. listen. leans c,oser to you. what if you flicked for each shake.

stomp farI HHEHDHHHHHJBJFXHEHBSDXJHB. GRABS HIM SHAKES HIM SHAKES HIM SHAKES HIM SHAKES HIM SHAKES HIM IT WAS OOONNNEEE MOOOOOOLLLEEEEEEEE OOOOONENEEEEEE MOOOOOLLLLLEEEEEEE

oh god the vegetables again: ok!

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PAPER RINGS part. 3

Hello friends! This is the 3rd chapter. What can I say? I'm sorry? I'm sorry!

MASTERLIST

3. This is my place, I make the rules

When you arrive at District Twelve everything looks different. In a month the citizens really made progress and rebuilt almost everything, and now Twelve is a reminder of what it has been, and at the same time it’s new.

Haymitch is waiting for you at the station, with a box on his hands and a smirk on his face. You want to kick the expression off of his face, preferably with a kiss.

You give to him your bags - you dyed them pink, and now they are flashy and sparkly - and you jump into his arms, hooking your legs to his waist.

«I’m all yours for a whole week.» You whisper against his lips. His smirk becomes a genuine smile.

«Sure you don’t want to make it a month?» He proposes and he smacks your ass.

«Mhh, so not sure. It’s good to be here.»

It is good. You missed the place, and you missed your home. When you arrive and you open the bedroom’s door something sneaks out in the blink of an eye, though. You yell, because it’s little and black, but not so little.

«Haymitch what was that? A spider?»

«Babe, if that was a spider we would have a problem.» He mocks you and he returns with a baby kitten in his arms. It’s so little, a baby pet, that it’s odd in Haymitch’s arms, a man so tough and strong. You want to kiss him even more.

«And who are you?» You gasp. It’s adorable. It’s utterly adorable and it’s a mini puppy, you’ve always wanted a puppy. «It’s beautiful, so beautiful!»

«Listen, Katniss found it. She was hunting.» The cat watches you with yellow wary eyes. It’s a black small thing, with little ears and claws. It doesn’t trust you yet, of course, but you can only imagine the amount of cuddles you’ll give it when it will.

A pet in Twelve is not something common. Animals are for eggs, milk, hunting, labor or food. In the dark days it wasn’t uncommon to eat even pet animals, because starving makes you do things you always found disgusting. But watching the Hunger Games, you saw capitol citizens with their dogs or cats in their purses. Ridiculousness aside - most of the poor pets were even dyed bright colors - you promised yourself you would have a pet when you grew up.

Of course it didn’t happen until now.

«Hunting? A kitten in the woods?» Oh, what happened to his poor mother…

«Yeah, and Katniss doesn’t need food so much anymore, but another in Twelve… She didn’t want it. It reminded her of Prim’s pet.» You remember Primrose’s pet from Thirteen, an angry red big cat who Pet always carried around. You think the name is something that concerns flowers, like… Buttercup. Yeah, the name is Buttercup. Now he is in Two, with Prim and Mrs. Everdeen.

«And you took it? You?» You are giggling. He hates it. He is not one for pets or so he believes. He has the geese and when Peeta suggested eating one of them, his temper got so much worse they abandoned the idea. Their geese have names. Peeta, Katniss, Johanna, Finnick… the rudest one is Johanna.

«It was either that or a stew.»

«Oh stop it, you big softie.» You get up to kiss him on the cheek. He smells like shampoo and you want to kiss him so much he forgets his name, especially if he has a cat.

There is a small part of you who is annoyed, because this house is where you are going to live and he didn’t ask you if you wanted a cat, but he saved the puppy. That’s the big thing here.

«Don’t make anything out of it.» He warns you. He always wants you to know he is not a great person. Like he didn’t save your life more than once, like he didn’t sacrifice his well being for you, like he didn’t ease your pain for months after the shooting.

«What’s its name?» You completely ignore him, focusing on those little paws. Oh yes you are a little tiger!

«Stew.» He shrugs.

«…Stew?» You try not to laugh.

«Yeah. It was either that or Roast.»

«You’ve named the kitten “Stew”?» You repeat, in disbelief. Only Haymitch could think of something like that, and it’s utterly cute. You know he would hate the word, but it’s cute. «Oh, I love you so much!»

You go for a kiss, but the cat does not agree and it’s fast to use their claws. You have to clarify one or two things. First: Haymitch Abernathy is yours.

«Oh, calm down, kitty. She’s jealous.» You explain like it’s something she has done multiple times. You have no idea, maybe she just hates you.

«Suddenly it’s a she?» He laughs, and then he starts talking to the cat like a complete idiot. Adorable. «Don’t hurt mama.»

«She is a daddy’s girl.» You snort. Nonetheless, you are determined to win this cat.

He takes her to the cat’s bed - you can’t believe he made a cat’s bed - and then you are free to kiss him properly.

«Hi daddy.» You murmur in an allusive tone.

Of course, you mean the cat’s daddy, but at the word you could swear he growls - a sound so arousing you are determined to make him do that everytime you can - and he sweeps you out of your feet. «You are testing my patience.»

«No patience to test, take me.» You whisper, a little overwhelmed by the fast movement of your allegedly old boyfriend.

«How was that thing before? I love you so much?» He smirks. Your weight must be heavy on his knees, but he doesn’t mention it, you don’t know if out of pride or he is stronger than what you may think.

«So much it hurts.» You confirm.

«Do you want to go somewhere tonight? We even have a restaurant now.» You can’t imagine the Hob with something like a real restaurant, but it’s a nice surprise. You and him, in public. It’s new. In Capitol City nobody knows you, but in Twelve he is the Victor, and everybody saw you growing up. It could be embarrassing to see you two together, even after Thirteen. You are not big on public affection. Well you would be, he is more discreet.

«What? Of course I want to! And I’d like to go to the Hob later.» You answer happily.

«Later?» He smirks, but you stop him.

«Now I have to work.»

He rolls his eyes. «Are you fucking kidding me?»

A smile creeps on your lips and you pull him closer to you. «Yes, Mr. Abernathy, I was fucking kidding you. Come and give me a proper welcome.»

You weren’t fucking kidding him. You gave up and pretended because you saw he was about to get annoyed, and you enjoyed a romantic dinner with your husband to be, but you really have to work. The plan is simple: you will look for every dress and outfit you might find, from Holly and her friends, and then you’ll try to enlighten the similarities, the common points.

The next day your mother comes into the house with a huge bag full of clothes, scarves, shoes and everything she thought could have helped. It’s a great thing, exactly the reason why you are in the Village.

Holly looks pretty. She has an autumn flower dress down her ankles and her hair is wrapped in a brown braid. She even wears a little bit of makeup, some eyeshadows and mascara, you suppose. After Thirteen it’s weird to see her like this, but a good weird. Life is better now, and she gets to enjoy it. She still works as a midwife, but now she doesn’t have to fear for the life of the babies she helps because of the Hunger Games. The relief must be immense.

«So, these are all my dresses. Some I had but I used the fabric to make other ones, but I managed to keep one of your grandmother's.»

«It’s more than what I hoped for, mama. Thank you so much!» You taste the fabric. You can work with that, you think. It’s tough and thick for winter and dry and thin for summer. In Capitol City they don’t pay attention to those things, because they have air conditioning in every room and they can wear whatever they want. In Twelve winter is freezing cold and summer is so hot you might faint if you are not used to it, and nobody has a ventilator.

«How are you? You look a little pale.»

«Thanks mom, you always say the right thing.» You add, sarcastically. Your sarcasm became worse after Haymitch.

«No, I mean, I don’t want you to tire yourself too much. You look skinnier too. Do you eat in the Capitol?»

You shrug. «I may have skipped lunch sometimes, I have to work. But it’s just for six months and I cook dinner.»

You didn’t notice a change in your appearance. For twenty years you suffered from lack of proper food, so if something happened is that now you have a more balanced diet than before. Yes, you didn’t eat once or twice because you needed to finish an important job, but everyone does that in the Capitol.

«I did not send you to Capitol City to starve.»

You roll your eyes, but you understand food is a big topic for her. She was the one responsible for your health when you were a kid, and more than once she pretended she wasn’t hungry so you could have another slice of bread. For her it’s appalling that you don’t eat because you don’t want to.

Before you could answer Haymitch comes to the door.

«Hey, you are here.»

«My love!» You get up and immediately kiss him fiercely. You decide to ignore the glance your mother gives you. Honestly, it’s all his fault. He deliberately decided to wear a black shirt, and black suits his blue eyes so much.

«To what do I have the honor of all this?» He asks, licking your lips, before he goes for another peck.

«You are here with me and I get to kiss you whenever I want.» You watch him like he hung the stars to the sky, and it’s even embarrassing at times.

«Yeah, with no regards to your poor mother.» Holly adds.

«You should be happy that I’m so happy and well treated.»

He seems uneasy, though, and it can’t be because of your mom because he repeatedly said he won’t be embarrassed because he kisses his wife.

«Babe, I didn’t know you were there.»

«You don’t think I’m in my house?» You raise an eyebrow.

«I said to Marjorie I can keep Ivy for an hour.» He said to Marjorie. That means they talk. You try, you really try not to be jealous. In Thirteen he chose you. He could have had her, but they decided they weren’t into each other anymore. You trust Haymitch. You love him, so you have to trust him.

And yet he didn’t tell you about the job for her. He didn’t mention he talked to her again. But, maybe it’s just because for him it’s natural. Do you mention every time you help Perla or Lora? Nope.

«It’s not a problem, I can take care of Ivy.» You answer, a little bit puzzled. You did it before, you like the kid.

At this moment the very infamous Marjorie arrives. She is always so beautiful it stings. Curly blonde hair and blue eyes, she looks like she is a movie star. She is so bright, and she is tall, much taller than you. She wears a light blue dress with gold embroideries, and her makeup is little but it’s there, to cover all the imperfections. You forgot to put on your makeup today - something that happens when you are in Twelve - and now you feel less pretty than before. Rationally it’s so stupid, Haymitch knows your face. You make love to him, sleep with him and shower with him, you can’t do that with your makeup on. But what if he does a comparison now?

No, stop. You are just panicking about nothing.

«Hi! Oh, Daisy you are back.» She comments, and you can tell by her voice she is not happy at all. It’s no news you don’t like each other, it became a bit of a joke during your days in bed. She came with Ivy and commented sarcastically for the whole time, it was even funny. It’s not funny now.

«Indeed I am. Oh hi little lady!» You immediately hug Ivy, who screams “Auntie Daisy! Uncle Mitch!” and it makes you happy. Auntie and Uncle it’s ok. And Ivy, you love Ivy. Sometimes you think you got it wrong, you should have kept the baby and now your life would be very different. She is growing up so much. Her blonde hair is wrapped in two braids now, pure Twelve style, and her eyes are so shiny. She can talk now, not good but she tries a lot. And she is adorable like the kitten.

«I just have to do some work and I didn’t think it was right for Ivy.» Yeah, you can agree with that. Holly was forced to take you with her during the labors and you didn’t like what you saw most of the time.

«I love spending time with my niece. Isn’t it right, little lady? What do you want to do?» You hug her and she plays with your hair.

«Stew!» Ivy yells, with an acute voice that you can have only when you are two and a half.

«She likes the cat.» She explains. If she likes the cat and the cat likes her, that means she is familiar with the house.

«I figured.»

«Haymitch spends an awful lot of time with Ivy.» Marjorie has the nerve to add. And it’s odd, because he never told you anything about it. Never mentioned in the phone calls, never talked during the weekends. Either it’s not important, but you doubt that, or he is hiding something from you.

«Oh really?»

«She is wonderful with him.» You try not to be affected. Is he spending a lot of time with her too? She moves in the house like she owns it. She knows it. And it’s impossible she knew it from before, because the Abernathys used to live in the Seam.

She has been here more than once.

In your house.

«Well she must be very happy with her grumpy uncle.» You try to smile. The first rule is not to be affected by the enemy’s words. You don’t want to be humiliated, so you have to pretend you already know everything. Of course you know she cleaned your home when you were away. Of course you know Haymitch spends an awful lot of time with Ivy. Everything is okay and mutual and you don’t have a problem at all with it because you are confident and you trust your partner.

«She really is. And she needs a male figure in her life.»

You nearly choke when even Holly raises an eyebrow. The audacity. First because Holly didn’t give you a “male figure” in your life and you grew up well - really well if you may add - and second, is she implying he could be her dad?

«Today she has to stay with me instead. Why don’t you go laying down for a bit?» You turn your face to Haymitch, who seems oblivious of all this. «We didn’t sleep tonight, you must be so tired.»

It’s a low blow, you are well aware. Referring to your night, to your sex life and also being awfully domestic it’s the only weapon you have right now.

«Yeah, maybe for a while. You should rest after» He kisses your cheek, Ivy’s cheek - “G’bye uncle Mitch!”, she answers - and he goes upstairs.

«Do you want a hand with Ivy?» Your mother asks, but you raise your shoulders. You are fuming with rage but not against the poor kid.

«No, you can go with Mar if you want.»

And when you stay alone with the blonde baby, you pretend everything is okay.

It’s dinner time when Marjorie takes Ivy away and you are tired. You fix an easy dinner, and you start sketching while you are eating.

«Was that really necessary?»

Haymitch asks. You didn’t see him coming, he was asleep and you let him. He has trouble sleeping, and it got worse after Thirteen, when he decided he wanted to stay sober. You don’t help in that, keeping his night busy, and so if he falls asleep you are more than happy to let him be.

You don’t play dumb. There’s no use in that.

«Of course. I have to remind her what’s mine. I didn’t think you noticed, though.» You murmur.

«I noticed, I just have a really hard time not humoring you.» He really has a hard time not lying to you too.

«Good.» You accept his kiss, but you don’t let it go. «Why are you spending time with her?»

«I’m not.» He denies.

«You are. You are spending an awful lot of time with Ivy.»

«Yes, and she’s not there. Look, she needed some help.» You can get that she needed help. Maybe the documentation to be a nurse was late, it’s possible. What you can’t get is that he didn’t tell you.

«And you made her your maid?» You snap. A maid. It makes you mad, you are a maid, well you were, his maid. And he did tell you that he wanted you because you needed a job, yeah, but also because he liked you.

He was a gentleman about it, you didn’t even realize it. But if this is his modus operandi you can’t help but feel worried.

«What the fuck are you talking about?»

«Did she keep the house clean?»

«Sometimes.»

«And you didn’t tell me.»

«I didn’t think it was important.»

«Haymitch - what the hell? You don’t think it’s important? It’s my stuff too!» The thought of Marjorie going into your things makes you so mad. What if you had a pregnancy test? And what about your doctor’s documentation? You have some things about Doctor Aurelius in here, some meds when you need them. Your letters with your mother. Your fucking diary. You don’t trust Marjorie enough to be sure she didn’t read your personal stuff to use it later.

«She did it once or twice!»

«And what about the kitten? Why are you making all these decisions without me?» That’s the main focus. He is not alone anymore, you have to take the decisions in two. That’s what a marriage is.

«You don’t live here.»

«For now!»

«Well it’s my house.»

You stop, and you know he saw the flesh of hurt in your eyes. So it’s his house, just his. You are just an attraction, a trinket of the house. There is the fridge, the carpet, the sink and the Daisy.

«No, Daisy I didn’t mean-»

«No, no, ok. It is your house after all.» Because it is, and suddenly all these words from Holly make sense. When she told you to beware, to earn something from yourself, never trust a man completely, always being independent. You knew these words were true, but you were so stupid to think Haymitch didn’t apply to the category. Because he is so perfect. So handsome and sweet. Truth is you are still in the honeymoon phase and you don’t know how he behaves with a wife, you only know how he is around his young hot girlfriend.

«Don’t be stupid.» He growls but this time it’s not arousing, it’s annoying. He doesn’t get to be angry, you didn’t do anything wrong. You begin to climb the stairs, but he easily takes your wrist. He knows better than this.

And you are not stupid. He is not the smart one. You are not stupid, you are not stupid. He is just angry.

«Can I pack my bags over your bed?» You answer bitterly, freeing your arm with a movement.

«Sweetheart… no, wait, pack your bags?»

«Yeah. I have the clothes, so I can go back to the Capitol.» You resonate. You could have done this in a day, you just wanted to spend time with him but if the situation is like this it’s better for you to return to Effie’s home and keep doing your job.

«Sweetheart, stop.» He takes your wrist again, but gentler this time, so you let him. You still like his touch.

«You are calling me “Baby” a lot.» You complain.

«And…?» He looks lost.

«Something is wrong when you call me baby.»

«Or I like the term and I was afraid to be creepy before.» He smiles. «C’mon, we are good, you and I. We are great.»

“We are great”. You haven't spent a week together in a long time. He doesn’t want to do a single thing for the ceremony, and he makes you feel like you are trying too much. And he doesn’t like Capitol City even on the weekends.

«Are we?» You whisper.

«Yes!» He is certain about it. You know he loves you, you know that. Or, he loved Hunger Games Daisy. Daisy in Danger. Does he love you now? Now that life is calm and you don’t have any danger upon you?

«You don’t want to know anything about the wedding. I’m doing everything. You didn’t even ask Peeta which cake you wanted! And I thought it was about the ceremony but now you are deciding a lot without me.»

He rolls his eyes. «It’s a kitten.»

«A cat is a family pet.» It feels like he doesn’t understand what is wrong. And he doesn’t because for him it’s his house. What if you didn’t like a cat? What if you wanted to travel all the time? Or you wanted a dog for protection? He never discussed that with you just like he never discussed having a maid.

«I thought you would have loved her.» He is sincere. He looks sincere and part of you just wants to end the discussion and kiss him, you don’t handle his face well when he is sad.

«I adore her. But you don’t adopt a puppy without telling your future wife.» You try to be calm about it, because you are tired. You just want to end it.

«It’s just a cat. If it is about Marjorie…» But it’s not just the cat, it’s the concept!, you want to scream, but screaming is not the solution.

«I’m not putting a number because I’m jealous, but she is trying to get to you.»

«She needs help. Your mother is helping her too.»

«Oh please.»

«Do you want me to deny help because my little girlfriend is jealous?» You don’t like the mocking tone he uses for the word “Girlfriend”. You like to be his girlfriend, you are proud to be his girlfriend.

«I want you to tell me when you hire someone! But of course it’s your house so you can do whatever you want.»

«Twice! For fucks sake, she cleaned twice!»

«She enjoyed it a lot when I didn’t know that. You humiliated me. And you made her a secret to keep.»

«"You humiliated me”?! Are you out of your mind?»

«Yes! Yes indeed I am! I have doctor’s receipts to prove that, I think Marjorie saw them!»

«Now you are twisting my words. You know what I think? I think you are making that up. Yes, I’m the great evil! Stay in Capitol City with your Effie and your fucking glitters!» It hurts again that he thinks that of you.

«How dare you.» Your lips are wobbling. Big girls don’t cry, you remind yourself. If you shed a tear it means you’ve lost, and you love to win. You have to handle this like an adult, not like a whiny teenager.

«I dare because it’s true. Let’s go to the Cinema like the Capitols, let’s dress like the Capitols, let’s fucking live like a Capitol!»

«I spent every night working on my useless wedding dress, I have four hours of sleep per day and now you tell me I want to live like a Capitol? I wish!»

«Yes Daisy, you are a fucking martyr!» He screams.

«I never said that!» You burst into tears, and he immediately takes you in his arms. It’s warm and nice against him, but you remember all his words.

So you take a step back.

«Let me go.» You murmur, and you take your purse. «I’ll take a walk.»

The walk is not like you expected it. You wanted to be angry, but you are just sad. You and Haymitch don’t fight, you discuss, and you never raise your voice. You don’t like when he screams. He rarely does that now, because you have the habit of covering your ears and he understands he is hurting you.

He loves you. You knew he wasn’t perfect but you accepted it. He became so much better in a few months. He quitted alcohol and that is huge, he raises the geese alone, he helps you in every way possible. He even tries to make friends on your behalf, you are always scared he doesn’t have any friends when you are in the Capitol.

And you are not perfect either. You are whiny, you are busy, a spoiled pest most of the time, you moved across the country to chase your dream and that’s good, but he is alone. And he handled that great, without telling you anything wrong. He is tired because of the weekends, he is always on the train and that’s stressful. And he has Katniss and Peeta to care about, now that he is Katniss’ legal tutor he has a major responsibility. It’s not easy.

This is stupid. You want your boyfriend, you love him and he loves you. You can work things out, you are sure of it, love is enough.

You quickly walk back to your house, ready to apologize, and you open the door.

Just to see Haymitch and Marjorie kissing in the kitchen.

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