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dizscreams · 1 year

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ETHAN WALKING IN ON YOU CHANGING FIC !!!

LETS DO IT!!! I’m not sure if you wanted this suggestive or fluff so there’s bothhh!

Accident — Ethan Landry ★

PAIRING: Ethan x fem!reader

A/N: we loveee dizzy being in her active era!!

All Ethan was trying to do was give you back the notebook you left in his dorm when you had come over to study the other day. He didn’t know you’d be half naked when he walked in. And plus he knocked! Twice! He’s never been so embarrassed, well he has, but this felt so much worse for some reason. Maybe cause he’s liked you for so long now and he’s dreamed of seeing you like that, but on other circumstances. Circumstances where it was intentional.

“Chad, I can’t face her. This is so bad, oh my god,” Ethan’s worried voice was muffled by his hands covering his face. His roommate wasn’t doing anything to help him either, he was just laughing in his face. “Dude! It’ll be fine, don’t stress it,” Chad said while slapping Ethan’s back. Ethan shot him a glare and continued to pace the living room of the apartment you shared with Sam, Tara, and Quinn. Anika was actually trying to help him, Mindy was making fun of him just like her twin was, and Tara was trying her best to help and not laugh at the same time.

There was no way he’d be able to look you in the eyes again. What did you think of him now?? Did you think he was creepy?? A perv?? Would you yell at him when you walked back in?? Tara put a hand on Ethan’s shoulder trying to calm him down, “I’m sure it’s fine, Eth-” Ethan shook his head, “Its not! It’s so embarrassing you don’t understand- I like her a lot and I was planning to ask her out soon but there’s no chance she’d ever say yes now. Oh my god, I can’t imagine what she thinks of me right now,” he rambled while he flopped on the couch.

Ethan’s hands were on his face again and he noticed how everyone went silent. He slowly lowered his hands and looked at everyone, but they were focused on something else. He slowly followed their gazes to see you standing right there. Oh no. Did you hear that? How does everything keep getting worse?Ethan’s face turned bright red and he didn’t know what to do or what to say. After a moment of silence and way too much eye contact he spoke up, “Did you hear that?” He wanted to wince at how small and weak his voice sounded.

“Hear what?” You asked with an innocent tone and a head tilt. But you definitely knew and he knew you knew. I mean you had to. He could read you like a book. There was a mischievous glint in your eyes and a ghost of a smirk on your pretty lips, the lips he wanted to kiss so bad. After another pause of silence Chad decided to put on a movie so everyone could calm down and have a chill little movie night. Ethan was extremely thankful his roommate had a good idea for once, hoping this would take his mind off of everything that just happened.

He was talking with Anika and was starting to relax until you called for him, “Hey Eth, you wanna help me get the popcorn started?” He froze. Why? He wasn’t sure. This was normal and you didn’t seem to be upset at him or anything. This was fine, everything would be fine. “Yeah, sure,” he mumbled as he stood up. He made his way over to you in the kitchen and you smiled at him. He did his best to smile back and watched you get the popcorn bag and put it in the microwave. He looked at what you were wearing, little pajama shorts and a T-Shirt. Then he remembered what you were wearing when he walked in on you, nothing but your underwear.

He’d be lying if he said thinking about you wasn’t making him flush pink and a little hard. “Ethan?” His head snapped to look at your eyes, not realizing he had been staring at your ass the whole time. “I asked if you would get two bowls out for me? Mindy and Anika want to share and Chad and Tara are sharing. I guess you could get three if you want to share with me.” He barely registered what you had said but got three bowls out quickly, wanting to drown out the dirty thoughts he had begun to think about.

It was then he realized he hadn’t apologized for barging in your room just under 10 minutes ago. He placed the bowls on the counter and glanced at you, but you were already looking at him. He cleared his throat, “Um I’m sorry- y’know about earlier. I didn’t mean to walk in on you, I mean obviously. It was an accident, I promise,” he said quickly. You giggled at the flustered boy and he tried his best to avoid your gaze, but he couldn’t. He looked at you and the look on your face and he smiled, the blush on his cheeks not leaving.

“It’s okay, Eth. I didn’t mind,” you told him with a slight smirk. His eyebrows raised slightly and you chuckled. You leaned in and his breath hitched, he didn’t know where this was going. Your hand snaked up his chest and all the way up to cup his face. You admired him for a second before you inched closer to him, making sure nobody else would hear you, “I was kind of sad you didn’t stay,” you said quietly. He didn’t understand. “What?” He asked matching your volume.

“Well all day I’ve been thinking about you.” Your hand was now touching his biceps. “I was hoping when you walked in you would’ve stayed and helped me out, been so needy for you all day,” you confessed while looking at him with big eyes. He thought he was gonna pass out. His cock was definitely hard now, now that he knew you thought of him like he thought of you. And you wanted him, you needed him, just like how he wanted and needed you. “Fuck,” he muttered. You were so close to him and all he wanted was to fuck you against the counter or kiss you, or touch you. Just something. But there were people around.

He couldn’t give a fuck less about a movie right now or that he heard Chad asking what the fuck was taking so long, all he cared about was you. You were intoxicating. “Can we go to my dorm?” He asked you suddenly, the tension getting too much for him. Ethan searched your eyes for any signs of disgust or discomfort, but he didn’t find anything like that. Your eyes were full of lust and want, and it was for him, all for him. “Yes please,” you grabbed his hand and left the kitchen. “We’re going, don’t wait up!” You rushed out the door with Ethan stumbling behind you, a dumb smile on his face.

LMAO it turned to me wanting it to be fluffy into smth suggestive im sorry 😔 fluffy fics comin soon I sweaaarrrr and I’m tired af so this is lazy I apologize but hope you enjoy regardless!

#not proofread #not proud of it #but we’re rockin with it #scream 6 #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry thoughts #dizzy writes?! 😵‍💫

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supernovafics · 3 months

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist

pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k words

warnings: explicit language

summary: in which you join steve during his family video shift and help him study for a test

author's note: nothing much to say about this one. short and sweet<33

general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333

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Winter 1986

“Can I have some help?”

You looked up from your notebook to see a guy standing a few feet in front of you with a small frown on his face. Your head shake in response to his question was immediate. “Oh, no, I don’t work here.”

His frown seemed to only deepen. “But, you’re sitting behind the counter.”

“Yeah, that probably makes things confusing, but I don’t work here,” You responded with a small laugh. You took a brief look at Steve, who was stocking tapes in one of the aisles. “I’m just here to help a friend and make sure he doesn’t fail out of his first ever college classes. Big English test tomorrow. The first one of the semester, actually.”

The guy rolled his eyes at your unnecessarily long explanation and then walked off, and your attention turned back to your notebook and you continued writing notes, or more so rewriting notes, for Steve.

When he finished stocking shelves, he walked over to you, leaning on the counter and looking down at what you were doing. You ripped out the pages you had been working on for the past hour and slid them over to him. “Okay, I have compiled all of the shit that you’ll need to know for the test tomorrow on these two pages, front and back. Enjoy.”

Steve gave you a small smile. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know, but it was actually pretty easy since you’re taking the class with the same Professor I had last semester; I mainly just redid the notes that I had for that first test. And it only took me like an hour.”

“Thanks, but shouldn’t you be worrying more about your test tomorrow?”

You shrugged. “I just have to give a presentation on the rise of radio for my communications class, and I’ve been preparing for the last couple days. I’ll be fine.”

Steve nodded at that and started looking at the notes you gave to him. You moved from behind the counter and went over to the comedy section and started to look through the shelves.

“Oh, also, can I get a vest and a nametag? Everyone already thinks I work here, anyway.”

“No,” Steve responded almost immediately, which made you laugh. After a second, he walked over to you, papers still in hand. “Surprisingly, I actually remember most of this stuff.”

You smiled at that. “Glad to know you’ve been paying attention in class.” You then showed him the movie you had just pulled off of the shelf. “Thoughts on this for tonight?”

Steve looked at the title for a second before answering. “The person that returned it yesterday said it was shit.”

“Okay, so that’s a no,” You said as you put the tape back in its spot. “Anyway, though, it's good that you remember a lot of stuff already, so when I quiz you on everything later, it’ll be fast.”

He shook his head. “You’re being way too nice to me right now.”

“You told me that you actually wanted to care about your classes and do well in them, so of course I’m gonna help you do that.”

You could’ve gone further into that conversation that you two had a few days before the beginning of the semester, but you didn’t feel the need to fully repeat it aloud right then. Steve had talked to you about wanting to figure out his life, finding what he wanted to do long-term that wasn’t Family Video related, and maybe going to school part-time and taking a few classes would help with that. It wasn’t about his parents, it wasn’t really even about you. It was about him and you admired that, and you also wanted to help him figure everything out. Maybe it could help you figure out all of your shit too.

“Also, if you dropped out after this semester it would actually be devastating to know that our first time ever going to the same school only lasted four and a half months.”

Steve laughed a bit. “I’m not gonna drop out.”

“And I’m completely holding you to that.”

You went back to searching for a movie for later, and after what felt like forever you settled on something that sounded good enough.

Things became pretty quiet for the rest of the night, so you were able to quiz Steve on the notes a couple times, and then you focused on the reading you had to do for the Film and TV history class that he suggested you two take together. Your collective eleven o’clock on Tuesdays and Thursdays mainly consisted of you two playing tic-tac-toe with one another in the margins of Steve’s notebook or writing stupid notes back and forth, and still paying some attention to the lectures that were actually pretty interesting. Aside from Steve being in the class, you really enjoyed it for the most part.

“This article was actually pretty good,” You said. The clock finally hit eleven and Steve went over to the front door to turn the Open sign to Closed. “I think you’ll like it.”

“What’s it about again?”

“Silent films,” You answered as you started putting all of your stuff in your bag. You then picked up the movie you grabbed earlier and went over to one of the computers, looking up the name of it and changing it from in stock to checked out. “Since I know how to do this, I think I definitely deserve a vest and nametag.”

“I would say that’s true, but you only do that for yourself, not for any customers,” He responded with a laugh.

“In a way, I am a customer.”

“Paying customers.”

“I use the “best friend of an employee” discount, which is a hundred percent off,” You said, smiling at him, and then smiling even more when he rolled his eyes at you.

“What movie did you end up choosing, anyway?”

You held up the tape in your hand, Weird Science. “Now I’m thinking that I should’ve chosen a silent film to honor our history class.”

“I’m really glad you didn’t,” Steve responded before stepping out from behind the counter. You slung your bag over your shoulder and followed him to the front.

“Once you read the article, you’ll wish that I picked one of Buster Keaton’s greatest hits,” You said as you flicked off the lights before you two walked out the door.

Steve locked it and then looked at you. “I truly doubt that.”

You only overdramatically sighed and shook your head at him in response as you got in his car, tossing your bag into the backseat. You fiddled with the radio for pretty much the entirety of the fifteen minute drive to the apartment, and you held back your laughter at Steve’s playful groans in frustration at your antics.

When you two stepped into the small space that was your shared home, you changed into your pajamas for the night before settling on the couch, and you quizzed Steve one more time for his test. And then he made you run through your presentation for your class tomorrow because he felt bad about you only helping him study.

The time was nearing midnight when Steve warmed up some of the leftover pizza from the night before as you started the movie. You two fell asleep barely thirty minutes in, your head on his shoulder and a blanket draped over both of your legs that were stretched out on the coffee table.

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let me know ur thoughts<333

(requests are open for stuff you wanna see in the universe/series!🫶🏾)

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x fem!reader #stranger things fluff #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things series

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seeingivy · 11 months

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the party scene

roommate eren x f!reader

you and eren won’t dance

**find the series masterlist here

content warning: drinking, hitch and marlowe being annoying, someone gets pushed into a pool, marco getting clowned for his halloween costume, toilet humor

an: ok yall. here’s the chapter. heheheheheh. and you should listen to the song, when you get to it. for vibes of course. to many anon who guessed correctly, hundreds of kisses. not my fav roommates chapters me thinks (but also it seems like everyone else has different fav chapters than I expected so)

previous part linked here

“What are you going to be for the party?”

You can literally see Eren’s ears perk up, breaking his concentration from the dinner he was cooking on the stove. You tried to make ravioli for dinner. Key word, tried. He didn’t let you stand there for longer than two minutes because he didn’t want you to “burn the apartment down.”

You put foil in the microwave one time and suddenly he thinks you’re some arsonist.

“The party on Friday? You’re going, peaches?”

“Yeah. Jean invited me. Kind of being a wingwoman for him and bringing my classmate Marco, who I’m like ninety percent sure he has a crush on.”

Eren turns his face back to the pan, dishing the food around on the plate. You get up occasionally, grabbing things you know he’ll need before he asks for them. Setting the dishes, grabbing the salt (because this man doesn’t know how to season), the Yerba Mate Eren claims to hate but drinks anyways.

“Hitch and I are going as Anakin and Padme. From Star Wars. Apparently, Marlowe loves that crap and she never gave him the time of day for it. She thinks it’ll make him real mad if we show up like that.”

“You should put a braid in your hair. You know, like from the second movie.”

“Ew. I’m going as the third movie look.”

“Good. He’s hotter in that movie anyways.”

He flashes you a smile as he dishes out the food, lifting the plates and setting them on the table. You join him with the drinks, the two of you sitting right next to each other.

It was getting easier. Eren was your friend. Maybe even your best friend. You’d still get the occasional heart pounding, flustered cheesk whenever he walked past you or said something that made your heart flutter, but other than that, you were making progress. You can live with a heart flutter here and there.

“What are you going to be?”

“Jean wants to do some basic angel/devil thing for the party. I’ve got a white dress and he apparently has a halo already so it should be fine.”

“Have you ever been to a party?”

“Yeah. Not really my thing though, but I don’t mind helping Jean. It can be fun with friends. Dancing, letting loose and all that.”

“Hm. Save a dance for me, peaches?”

“I’m not riding up on you, Eren. That’s weird.”

He drops his fork, an exasperated expression spreading across his face. The vein in his forehead is prominent and you always enjoy when it shows up because you know you’ve won. He’s just that easy to aggravate.

“Who said anything about you riding up on me? I didn’t mean it like that. That’s like…perverted. You could expect that type of shit from Jean or something but-”

You place your hand against his forearm, laughing in his face. He stops immediately at the sight of your laughter, glaring at you.

“You’re so easy to piss off, Eren. I’ll save you a dance, okay? A normal one.”

He holds his hand out, gesturing for you to shake.

“Deal?”

“Deal, Ren.”

“Hey.”

“Hi Ren.”

He steps into the bathroom, standing directly behind you as you finish doing your makeup for the party. Jean was supposed to be here in thirty minutes and the two of you were going to go pick up Marco. Meaning, you were going to have to deal with their awkward pining for the ten minute drive to the party.

“Can you help me with something?”

“Sure. What’s up?”

“Can you help me draw the scar?”

“Oh, yeah. Show me the picture.”

He hands you his phone as you inspect the picture, the scar starting before the eyebrow and breaking just underneath the left eye. He sits on top of the toilet seat, his ankles crossed over each other.

“Ah. Hitch gave me this to use. For the scar.”

He hands you a tube of lipstick, which you slide open and swatch against the back of your hand. Too glittery for a scar.

“Do you mind if I use mine? Hers is kind of glittery and it’ll look kinda weird?”

“Yeah, sure.”

You bend over, digging through your bag to find the one tube of red lipstick you own, that Pieck forced you to buy for her wedding. You can’t show up to my wedding in lip gloss, that’s an atrocity. You find the tube at the end of the drawer, walking over to where Eren was sitting.

As you amble over, you realize that the toilet seat is way too low and you can’t properly reach Eren’s face to reach. You were towering over him, his long legs sprawled across the floor of the bathroom.

“Why are these toilet seats so low? I can’t even get the right angle.”

“Levi. Kenny told me he hates having his feet dangle over certain toilets so he makes sure to get the shortest ones when picking his apartments. As if Levi’s going to come shit in our toilet at some point.”

You nod, trying your best to lean over and indent the mark over Eren’s face. Out of all the angles you try, not one of them works - your head is blocking the light, your hands are in a weird position, you’re all up in his space.

“Just sit on my knee. If it’s easier.”

He splits his legs, tapping on the top of his thigh for you to sit. You nod, setting both of your legs on each side of his one as you lightly perch on top of his leg.

“That’s hovering. Not sitting, Y/N. It’s fine.”

You sigh, pressing your full weight against Eren as you lean back over for the phone and check the picture. As you slide over reaching for it, Eren puts his hands on your waist, holding you from falling off of his knee.

“Thanks Ren. Just wanted to check again before I started.”

You focus on the picture, the light shining against your face as you check where the scar was exactly on your eyes. Eren locks his fingers together behind your waist, pulling you closer so you can get a better look.

“Okay. I think I’ve got it down.”

You cradle the side of his face in your hands as you start drawing the scar on, trying to be as gentle as possible. Trying to avoid the fact that you’re basically straddling him right now. You can feel his cheeks warming under your touch and you try your hardest not to let the smile spread across your face. At least it’s not just you.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing Ren. You’re just blushing, that’s all.”

“You’d blush if you were in my position too.”

You shake your head, pressing your fingers against his lips so you can stop him from moving. You’re only halfway through the scar and if he talks again you’re going to smudge it.

“Since when do you wear red lipstick?”

“I don’t. Pieck made me buy it for her wedding. It’s for special occasions.”

You lean back, cupping his face in your hands as you glean your eyes over the scar. You compare it to the picture and figure it's semi accurate, giving him a smile to signal you’re done. You slide off of his legs, beckoning him to join you in the mirror. You watch him lean forward, eyeing your work.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“Can I try?”

“Try what?”

“Doing makeup on you.”

You pause, dropping your lipstick tube back into the box.

“I don’t have a scar for my costume.”

“I know. But you must have something left to do. You just looked so focused, like you were face painting, and I just wanted to try.”

“Um, okay. You can take this glitter. You basically just dip your finger in it and swipe it against my eyelids. And then along the collarbone too, because it's body glitter.”

He nods, taking the white glitter into his hands. He inspects the box first, turning it over and over again, holding it up against the light, smelling it.

“Do you need to do a police inspection on the box? It’s just glitter.”

“Shut up. I was just checking if it was okay to use.”

“It’s obviously okay to use if I’m giving it to you. I’ve used it before.”

He rolls his eyes, learning down. He sets his hands on both sides of your face, angling your face to inspect you this time.

“You’re short.”

“Thank you, Captain Obvious.”

“Do you always have to give me attitude?”

“Pretty much.”

“Sit on the counter. It’ll be easier for me to do if we’re closer to the same level.”

You brace your palms against the counter, trying to push yourself onto the counter. You clearly misestimated how tall the counter was because you barely hit the back of the top, stumbling in the air.

“Okay, Humpty Dumpty. Let me help you.”

He reaches down, securing his hands around your waist to lift you up to the counter. You can feel your cheeks burning at the sensation, unable to look him in the eyes.

Right. Because it was getting easier, because he was becoming your friend. But there were still moments like this. Ones where you can feel your cheeks burning, your heart pounding, your fingers shaking.

You hate that he still makes you feel this way.

“Okay, widen your stance.”

“What?”

“Open your legs.”

“Ew. You’re so vulgar, Eren.”

“Well, I said to widen your stance and you gave me that stupid look on your face. It’s your fault.”

You roll your eyes, parting your legs. He steps in between the space, leaning close to your face with the glitter still in his hands.

“So, the eyelids and collarbones?”

“Yeah. You can just use your fingers. You wash your hands after you pee, right?”

“Of course not.”

“What?”

“It’s better for the environment. If I just wait until I have to poop, I can just save water by washing my hands once. You should try it.” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“As if. Girls don’t poop.”

“Yes, they do.”

“No, they don’t.”

“There’s no way girls don’t poop.”

“Ask your mom. Or Mikasa. They’ll tell you the same thing.”

“Okay, stop fucking around. We’re running late.”

“You started it with your stupid toilet humor.”

“Shut up. Your attitude is going to kill me one day.”

“That’s a promise, Yeager.”

He rolls his eyes, a small smile spread across his face as he dips his thumb into the glitter. He cups the side of your face and you flutter your eyes shut, his fingers gentle against your eyes. You can hear him laughing and you squint your eyes, glaring at him as you open them.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing Y/N. You’re just blushing, that’s all.” he responds, his tone mocking.

“Did you do this just to prove a point? It looks like finger painting, my ass.”

“Close your eyes. I’m not done yet.”

You shut your eyes again, Eren sliding the last bit of glitter along your eyes. You open your eyes to find him staring at you, his eyes wide.

“What did you do? Don’t tell me there’s glitter on my forehead.”

“No, it just looks pretty, that’s all.”

You look down, focusing on his hands as he dips into the glitter again. Stupid fucking hands and voice and smell and hair and soft cheeks. You can literally feel your heartbeat all the way in your stomach and he’s barely even touching you.

He uses his hands to tilt your face up, lightly pressing the glitter against the exposed parts of your neck. You feel your body shiver, instantly remembering the last time you and Eren were like this. Pressed up in the bathroom, with him kissing your neck. He presses his hand to your shoulder, his eyes washing over in concern at you shivering.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, sorry. Got a weird sense of deja vu, that’s all.”

He nods, finishing off the last of the glitter. When he’s done, he locks his hands across your waist again, lightly setting you back down on the counter as you both stand there. You’re both staring at each other, neither one of you talking first.

Right. Because what are you supposed to say after that? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking of your lips on my neck, my bad.

The doorbell rings and Eren gives you a soft smile before squeezing your shoulder and leaving. You can hear Hitch in the doorway and you try to ignore the way your entire body is steaming.

“What are you even supposed to be, Marco?”

“I’m a space cowboy, Y/N!”

“You’re holding a glittery gun and wearing a flannel. You look like a kid who got lost at Party City and picked the closest thing you could find. You don’t even have a cowboy hat.”

“Ignore her, Marco. I think you look great.”

You watch Marco’s cheeks turn a bright pink, awkwardly stuttering to respond to Jean. Great. They’re going to do this whole oblivious idiots thing all night.

Marco slides into the front as you and Jean walk to the other side, unlocking the car.

“Ignore her, Marco. I think you look great.” you say, mocking Jean’s high pitched voice.

He rolls his eyes, lightly shoving you as you settle into the seat behind him. They’re both talking animatedly, forgetting you were even sitting in the back. You unlock your phone, playing Wordscapes as they go on in the background.

Eren’s eyes were trained on your figure, as Jean and Marco were spinning you around on the dance floor with them for a better part of the last forty-five minutes. He’s been waiting, staring at you, anticipating when you’ll look at him.

You’re driving him crazy. Today, especially. Soft glitters, a willowy white dress, that stupid flowery perfume you wore during the concert. He even likes the stupid halo you have on your head.

He wants to touch you. Press his hands against yours, drag you out and leave with you so he was the only one who could see you like this, your stupid eyes glittering in the light.

He hates that you can still make him feel this way.

He sees you leave, waving off Jean and Marco who were still left on the dance floor. Marco’s wearing your halo and you have the glittery gun Marco was holding.

He’s still watching you. Shamelessly. You weave around people talking, wait to walk forward so you don’t get in the way of pictures, compliment strangers on their costumes.

“What are you staring at?”

“Nothing, Hitch.”

She’s been annoyed for a better part of the last hour, not that he’s been paying much attention to it. Marlowe still hasn’t shown up.

He doesn’t mind the guy. He doesn’t quite understand why Marlowe and Hitch have to play these games - circling around each other, making each other jealous, making up. He figures a part of it is the chase, but he’s always found that part the most agonizing. He’d catch you if he could. He’s been waiting long enough. He’d make you feel good right here and right now.

He watches you leave the room, leaving the heat of the room to the patio outside.

“Mind if I leave? Just call me when he’s here, okay?”

Hitch nods and Eren basically bolts out the door, ready to follow you where you went. But before he can, Jean all but falls right off the dance floor, piled on the floor in front of him. He can see Marco’s hand under him, dragging them both up by their arms. He can tell Jean’s already too far gone and that he has to deal with this first. Then you.

Your feet hurt. Like a bitch. You made the wrong choice of wearing your Doc Martens to the party. You had figured you wouldn’t be moving much, just sticking to the walls and talking to whoever you knew there. But no, of course Jean’s nervous ass had to drag you onto the dance floor with Marco, the three of you spinning in circles.

You had made your safe escape, sitting outside on the patio. You had been watching the wind whistle through the trees in the dead of night, watching the lights in the pool change colors. They had been changing every minute - switching from purple, to red, to green. There were a few stars glittering out, barely sparkling in the sky.

“Anyone sitting here?”

You look up to find a guy with black hair and pale green eyes kneeling down, crossing his legs next to yours.

“No. Well you are, now.”

He smiles, the two of you sitting in silence. You watch people swerve around the pool, girls holding hands, people leaning against the chairs, everyone nursing drinks in their hands.

“I’ve never seen you around here.”

“Yeah. I don’t really come to these things, I just came here with my friend Jean.”

He nods, leaning down to feel the temperature of the water.

“Do you want to play twenty questions?”

You hike your knees against your chest, tangling your fingers together across.

“Sure.”

“Your name is…?”

“Y/N. Yours?”

“Marlowe.”

Right. Hitch’s Marlowe. The guy she was trying to make jealous, the reason Eren was seeing her and not you. Well, not exactly. He said you two were just a mistake but you could have convinced him if she wasn’t in the picture. Semantics. He taps your shoulder and you forget that it’s your turn.

“You play a sport, Marlowe?”

“Water Polo.”

You nod, lightly turning your head to the side. This is wrong. Surely Hitch wouldn’t be the happiest that you were sitting with Marlowe and not her. You can hear the party getting louder behind you and you swear you can hear her screaming in there somewhere.

“Seeing anyone, Y/N?”

“Uh, no. You?”

“Not exactly, Y/N.”

“I have this friend, I think you’d like her. Her name is-”

“Hitch?”

You pause, swallowing as you turn your face to look at him. He’s sitting way too close, an all-knowing look plastered on his face.

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for the suggestion. I’m okay, for now. It’s your turn to ask.”

“Um, okay. Why don’t you want to see Hitch?”

“Because I’m talking to you.”

He untangles his legs and stands up, holding out his hand for you to follow. You press your hand into his and he pulls you up, not letting go of your hand as the two of you stand. The party is getting even louder, the sound of voices drowning out the sound of the music. You’re positive you can hear her now.

“My turn. Do you know a guy named Eren? Plays soccer, green eyes?”

“Uh, no. Never heard of him.”

He nods, squinting his eyes at you. He must know Eren’s your roommate. Maybe he’s found out their together and he’s trying to get you to admit it. You let go of his hand, the two of you standing awkwardly by the pool.

You can’t really tell what he’s getting at, but every part of him irks you out. He’s perfect for Hitch.

“My turn, Marlowe. Are we done now?”

“That’s barely even twenty. But fine, one more question.”

You teeter on the balls of your feet, ready to take off the second he asks his stupid question. He turns to the side, eyeing the window, before asking.

“When was the last time someone kissed you?”

Before you can respond, Marlowe crashes into the pool, with Eren suddenly standing at your side. Eren just pushed Marlowe into the fucking pool. You can hear the sound of footsteps behind you - Hitch, Jean, and Marco at your sides.

Jean and Marco - well wasted beyond their minds - swing their arms around you, slurring as they ask you if you’re okay. Hitch on the other hand is pissed. At Eren.

“What the hell is your problem, Eren?”

“Him, Hitch. He was pissing me off.”

“This wasn’t what I meant when I asked you for help with this Eren. And your stupid roommate wasn’t helping the case either.”

You feel your eyes widen, as you make eye contact with Hitch, awkwardly crossing your arms across each other. You turn back to Jean, who still isn’t paying attention, instead playing rock paper scissors with Marco on the floor.

“You want to be with Marlowe so bad, Hitch? Go ahead and join him.”

He leans over, lightly pushing Hitch into the pool where Marlowe was still watching. He turns to you and ou can tell he’s pissed - that stupid vein on his forehead is showing again. But not in the good way.

“We’re leaving, Y/N.”

He grabs the edge of your wrist, dragging you towards the door as you shake on his hand.

“I drove here with Marco and Jean, Eren. And they’re way too drunk to drive home now.”

You both turn back, leaning over Marco and Jean. Jean’s way too out of it, but Marco looks up, smiling at the two of you.

“You guys are so cute. I love your Anakin and Padme costume.”

Right. Because he took your halo and you took the glittery gun because he kept hitting Jean with it. Eren turns to you, shaking your hand again.

“Armin will come get them. You and I are leaving. Now.”

“But how will he even find them? And what about Marco’s car?”

Eren turns around fully, stopping in the center of the door. He’s pissed, at you now, and you can lightly hear Marlowe and Hitch arguing in the background.

“You can hear them right? Knowing them, they’re going to walk up in a few seconds and start arguing with you and me. And if he says some shit again, I’m going to do worse than just push him into a fucking pool. You and I are leaving.”

He tangles his fingers around your wrist again, his touch still gentle, as the two of you file out of the party, making it back to the apartment.

Eren doesn’t say anything to you as you walk to the car, when you drive home, or even when you stare at him from the confines of your kitchen. He can tell by the look in your eyes that you’re waiting. For an explanation.

But he can’t do that can he? Tell you that the reason he pushed Marlowe in the pull and argued with Hitch is because he can’t stand the thought of him being with you? He can see the entire scene in his head, like he has been for the past hour, his anger burning every time he does.

“Jean, get the fuck up. You too, Marco.”

They both stand up, half leaning on each other. Totally gone.

“Eren. Marlowe’s here.”

He turns to find Hitch at his side, her face scrunched up in anger. Eren waves off Marco and Jean, pushing them towards the kitchen where (he hopes) they’ll find water and sober up a little. There’s no way he’s letting them drive you home, that’s for sure.

“Where?”

“With your stupid roommate outside. What is she doing?”

Eren turns his neck to find you, where he was just about to join you, sitting by the side of the pool. He can see Marlowe sitting next to you, leaning way too close for his liking. He turns back around, pressing his hands against Hitch’s shoulders.

“Get him to leave. Now.”

“How the hell am I supposed to do that?”

He drags Hitch out by the arm, the two of them leaning their necks so they can hear what you and Marlowe are talking about.

“Seeing anyone, Y/N?”

That’s enough. Eren moves forward, not exactly sure what he’s going to do, but Hitch stops him, pulling him back by the wrist.

“What are you doing, Hitch?”

Hitch digs her fingers into Eren’s wrist, turning to glare at him.

“What the fuck is she doing?”

“He asked her the question, Hitch. Shut the fuck up.”

He’s getting angrier. He can feel it - burning hot, red anger. Because why the fuck is Marlowe talking to you? Asking you if you’re alone? Why are you talking to him when you know he’s here? And why the fuck is Hitch pissed at you like Marlowe’s not the one all over you right now? Don’t you know he’s been waiting for that dance you promised him all night?

“Not exactly, Y/N.”

“I have this friend I think you’d like. Her name is-”

“Hitch?”

He turns back, his turn to glare at Hitch.

“See, Hitch. It’s fucking Marlowe. Now go and stop him.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to stop him? And I have no interest in chasing him.”

“Get mad. Argue and then kiss and makeup. I don’t give a fuck. Just get him to stop fucking talking to her. Now.”

“I already told you. I’m not chasing him.”

“This isn’t fucking about you. Do something now or I’ll call the deal off now. I’ve already done more than enough and you can’t do one thing for me?”

“Why do you even care?”

He turns his neck again, to find you and Marlowe standing, his hand in yours. He can’t stand it. Your hand in his. Because he doesn’t deserve you. No one does. Because he can’t treat you right and Eren can. He’d praise the ground you walk on if you let him.

He hears the last question and he can’t take it anymore.

“When was the last time you were kissed?”

So he does the only thing he can think of. Push Marlowe in the pool. Drag you out of the party, where Hitch and Marlowe and Jean or Marco or anyone can’t talk to you. See you. He hates it. Being possessive, getting jealous. He knows you’re not his. But he can’t fucking stand it. It makes his skin fucking burn thinking of an asshole like Marlowe even touching you, let alone kissing you.

“Earth to Ren?”

He looks back up to find you staring at him, awkwardly brushing your hands against your forearms. Right. Because you’re still waiting for a fucking answer and he can’t tell you. Tell you that the thought of another man touching you drives him crazy, that the only person who could touch you right, make you feel good was him.

“You’re doing that thing again. I can see the steam coming off of your head.”

He deflates, leaning against the counter as he watches you. You’re moving from the side, pressing the glass of water in your hand to the dispenser in the kitchen. It’s pissing him off even more. The thought of someone seeing you like this - bedhead in the morning, focused when you’re doing your makeup, half asleep on the couch. He can’t fucking stand it.

“So. Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

“Okay, Darth Vader. No need to growl at me.”

Fuck. Everything is pissing him off. Everything.

“Let’s think about something else, yeah? We don’t have to talk about it just….stop being so pissy.”

You’re at his side, circling the glass of water in your hand.

“Fine. The answer to the question. What was it?”

“What question, Ren?”

“The one Marlowe asked you. Before I pushed him in the pool.”

When was the last time you were kissed? In the bathroom, when Eren had his lips pressed to your neck.

“A real kiss, Y/N.”

Eren Yeager, mind reader.

“Oh. Um. A while ago, maybe a year? It was back when I was dating Floch.”

Eren turns his neck, his eyes flashing at you as you look at him. He looks less angry, his eyes more concerned than murderous like they were a few seconds ago.

“I don’t even think I can remember. I don’t know - he never really liked that stuff. Affection, compliments, all that.”

“Did you ask him to? Do that stuff?”

“At first, yeah. But he never did.”

Now he’s even more pissed. Because an asshole wanting to kiss you, him doing it all wrong is infuriating enough. But the fact that you had to ask someone to do it? He’d literally drop on his fucking knees if you gave him the chance and you had to ask someone for it?

Eren does the only thing he can. The only thing he knows how to do. He wraps his arms around you, tucking your face against his neck as he holds you.

It was either this or kissing you, full on like he wanted to. But he can’t really do that. So hugging it is. He hears you murmur against his shoulder, your arms pressing against his back.

“S’okay Eren. What are you so mad about?”

“You said we didn’t have to talk about it. And no. It’s not.”

“We don’t. But I think this is less about whatever happened and more about whatever just-”

He tightens his grip on you, the pressure of his arms silencing you.

“I’m mad because you should be kissed. Often. And by someone who knows how. Like they can’t get enough of you, like you’re the air they breathe, like you’re inventing kissing just by putting your lips together.”

Shit. He said too much.

You stand in silence, staring at him as he finishes talking. Oh he messed up big time.

He watches the smile spread across your face, your eyes still in the dim light of the kitchen. Stupid fucking glitter. He’s going to go into the bathroom and throw it out.

“Didn’t realize you cared so much, Ren.”

He doesn’t respond.

“Why do you?”

“Why do I what?”

“Care so much, Eren?”

You watch him constrict his fists again, his jaw clenched.

“Selfish reasons.”

You walk up to the counter where he’s leaning over, lacing your arm through his. You push your hands into his fists, forcing him to stop clenching his hands so hard. You can tell his anger is dissipating, his shoulders slowly tensing as you touch him.

“Selfish reasons?”

“I don’t want to see you unhappy or anything. You’re like...my best friend right now. Is it so weird that I want you to be happy?”

You smile, leaning your head against his shoulder. Fucking idiot.

“No, Ren. It’s not weird.”

You both stand like that for a while, your head pressed against his shoulder. He’s still tense, his heart pounding against your ear.

“So I say all this nice shit to you and you have nothing to say back?”

“Nope.”

“Nothing at all.”

You shake your head, watching him begrudingly smile at you as you two smile In the kitchen. You stand there for a while, the anger, awkwardness, wearing off. It’s just you two, standing in the light of your kitchen.

“You promised me a dance. You never even gave me one, Ren.”

“I’m not riding up on you, Y/N.”

“I’m heartbroken.”

You both laugh and Eren leans over, grabbing your phone from the side. He puts a song on - I Won’t Dance by Fred Astaire - and holds his hands out. You lean forward, knotting your hands behind his back as he presses his hands to your waist.

“You know Fred Astaire, Ren?”

“Old timey shit. My parents love it.”

You tangle your hands behind his neck, the two of you dancing in the dim light of your kitchen.

You hate this. That you want to lick all his wounds, hold him till his anger goes away. That you want to dance like this in the kitchen with him, all the time.

He hates this. That it’s this easy for you to fix it all for him. For you to make it better. That he wants to hold you, make you feel good every night.

Do you love each other?

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arachnophobia~ spiderman au kim minji x fem! reader

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authors note: i wrote this for @tzuyuscloud months ago for their birthday and never got around to posting it. i don't plan on writing for nwjns in the future tho, this was just a special request for a friend!

p.s. im sick rn and running on soda, pancakes, and cough syrup so i hope this makes sense cuz im a lil hopped up on stuff rn

tw// swearing, blood, violence

the clock tower across campus struck loudly across campus, indicating the top of the hour. you rolled your eyes at the sound and wished they’d only use it during daylight hours instead of when everyone was trying to sleep. diverting your attention back to your laptop, you added a few more sentences to the Literature paper you were writing before closing the top. it was deep into the night so you quickly washed up and changed into pajamas before heading off to bed since you had a morning class. an hour must have passed when you jumped upon hearing a loud thud followed by a crash of items clattering to the floor in the room nearest yours. quickly, you sprang up and tried to open your roommate’s door which was locked from the other side. for a moment it was silent which only made you frantically jiggle the doorknob harder in an attempt to help the girl on the other side. loudly, you called out, “minji?! are you good bro?” from the other side of the door you could hear her cussing rapidly in english and korean in a hushed whisper. after a moment she called out, voice slightly strained, “yeah uh i’m fine. i just knocked over some stuff on my nightstand. i’m fine though you can leave.” you furrowed your brows in confusion before awkwardly answering, “uh.. um okay yeah. goodnight, i’ll see you in class tomorrow morning.” right when you settled into bed you thought aloud to yourself, “what nightstand? we don’t even have those in our rooms?” however, you didn’t let yourself think too much of it and shrugged off the thought so you could go back to sleep.

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the next morning you woke up and got dressed for class as you normally did but this morning minji wasn’t getting ready with you. instead of thinking too much of it, you told yourself she was probably sleeping in a few minutes longer. nine o’ clock rolled around and minji was still nowhere to be found so you went to her door and banged on it, LOUDLY. when there was still no answer you called out, “minji- bro come on we have our literature exam today! lets go!” for nearly two minutes you were calling out to her before you had to leave. minji wasn’t one to skip class so you just stuck with thinking maybe she got an earlier start and was already in class. the walk to the lecture hall was quieter than normal without minji by your side. your roommate’s daily spiel of gossip that she’d overheard from classmates was dearly missed at this early hour. the second you walked into your lecture hall, one of your other classmates, haewon, waved you over. she groaned and put down the book she was skimming in her hand, “god i can’t wait for this lesson to be over.” she pushed the text away from her in disgust, and you laughed, “well we have the exam today, and the paper due next class so it’ll be over soon!” she looked past you a bit then asked, “wait where’s minji?” you craned your neck and squinted to try and see if she was in the large lecture hall but she still hadn’t shown. with a shrug you responded, “i don’t know. i thought she was already here but i guess not.” haewon pulled out her phone and frowned, “she hasn’t texted me either…” before the two of you could do anything else, your professor entered the classroom with a thick packet of exams. your stomach wound itself into knots at the realization that minji would be missing this exam. she had already missed class six times this semester, so this absence would be the one to make a failing grade for the semester. when your professor got to your row with the exams in hand, she looked at the empty seat next to you with a face of disapproval. you awkwardly gave a weak smile and passed the packets down your row before starting on your own test.

half an hour passed leaving 45 minutes left in the class before you all had to leave. from the looks of your other classmates, this exam was a tough one. beside you, haewon was sound asleep with her exam under her arms. you looked up at the door when you heard rushed footsteps and labored breathing, followed by the door closing. minji rushed up to her seat and sat down, not sparing a second to catch her breath before starting her exam. her appearance was slightly more dishevled than she’d normally deem acceptable but you remained silent. for the rest of the exam period you worked on the test trying to match paces with haewon and minji so that the two of you could leave together at the end. despite arriving thirty minutes late for class, minji managed to complete her exam in fifteen minutes, before you and haewon. not even a minute after the three of you exited the classroom you demanded, “bro, where the hell were you this morning?” haewon agreed and added on, “yeah and why are you dressed like adam sandler?” the two of you onced over the oversized t shirt and baggy basketball shorts that she sported with a pair of sneakers you’d never seen before. you wrinkled your nose and added, “and why do you smell like a burnt gas station?”

minji shrugged off your questions as nonchalantly as she could, “there was an emergency at HQ and they called me in to help-” you cut her off, “wouldn’t they just call someone else? you don’t even work there?” minji’s cheeks flushed at the realization that you had a point and she quickly explained, “it was one of those ‘all hands on deck’ things. i was available to help so i did. anyways, i was tired so i stayed with a friend who lived nearby, and i had to borrow some clothes. and i was fixing hanni’s car again, it stopped on the side of the road because she forgot to fill it with gas, it’s not a big deal.” you pretended to be unbothered by the remark but something about the slight limp she had and bruises on her legs made your stomach wind into knots. when you looked back up at her face she caught your eyes lingering on her shins with a slightly uneasy stare. nervously she laughed, “lets go to JavaBean before our next class, my treat.” haewon was already linking arms with you and tugging you along, happily murmuring, “i love that she has that new internship with Samsung. i don’t have to pay for stuff anymore because she keeps treating us.”

haewon turned her phone around and showed you and minji the screen, “did you all see this? that spiderperson stopped a bunch of people from robbing a bank downtown last night! they released the footage this morning.” you watched as the masked assailents attempted to take on the local hero all at once. from the corner of your eye you could see minji shifting uncomfortably in her seat as she watched the video. you looked at her and asked, “isn’t this place right by the samsung building you were at last night? and the footage says it happened around the time you were out. did you see anything?” minji’s eyes widened and she looked down at her iced latte, “no i was inside the building working. we heard the sirens but i didn’t see anything besides police cars up from the windows on my floor.” haewon pouted and said, “damn i wish you’d seen something. i wanna know who this hero is- they’re kinda hot.” you and minji choked on your iced coffees and you laughed, “they wear a mask, you don’t even know if they’re actually hot.” haewon explained, “i mean the act of kicking ass in a spandex suit is hot. but i wouldn’t be surprised if they were good looking too. i’ve seen movies.” minji laughed and shook her head before you turned your attention back to the video. you noticed the way the hero crumpled to the ground when one of the robbers kicked their left knee, coincidentally the same one minji had been babying all day.

at the end of the school day you found minji in the main room of your shared apartment with her laptop over her lap, and chemistry papers scattered around the coffee table. the second she noticed your presence she slammed her laptop closed and scrambled to gather her papers and tuck them away. you furrowed your brows and awkwardly laughed, “why are you acting like a 12 year old getting caught on a 18+ website?” minji’s face was flushed red with panic and she tried to play it off, “just some uh…classified work stuff that’s all?” you pointed to her laptop, “and you’re doing highly classified work on a school laptop connected to public wifi?” minji rolled her eyes and shoved her computer into her backpack without a response, clearly having gotten caught in her lie. your gaze shifted to her legs where she now wore a pair of sweatpants, your sweatpants to be specific. her long sleeved t shirt rode up on one of her arms and your stomach formed a pit when you noticed small scratches and bruises along her skin.

“what happened?” you asked, motioning to her arms with a curious but stern glance. minji quickly tugged her sleeve down and murmured, “nothing, don’t worry about it.” for a moment you almost let it go but decided otherwise knowing whatever was happening would continue if you didn’t try to help. you insisted, “no. you need to tell me what the hell is going on.” minji gave you a confused look and you persisted, “this whole thing where you’re disappearing late at night and not coming home? you keep blowing me and haewon off, not to mention that girl hanni came here the other night in tears thinking something happened to you because you hadn’t answered her calls in a week. why the hell do you keep coming back beat up and bruised?!” minji felt her face heat up and she immediately responded much more defensively than before, “i said don’t worry about it.” she got up and pushed past you before slamming her door, shaking the entire apartment with the force.

for hours you tried to rationalize why minji was suddenly keeping so many secrets from you. what the hell was so secretive about a technology company internship, and why was it that she was only working on projects at night? the more you thought about the whole thing the more stuff started to make less sense. two weeks passed and you noticed minji coming in and out of your dorm at late hours, or just not coming home at all even more. although it wasn’t unusual for her to disappear during the night but you brushed it off knowing that she had that high demand, super prestigious Samsung internship. your suspicions only started to rise further when her bruises and bumps were too noticeable to hide. minji was more closed off towards you and all of your friends and you just missed your roommate, the dork with a 9:30 bedtime, a hermit crab collection, and a love for harry potter. so naturally you decided that you were going to figure out where she was constantly disappearing to since she wouldn’t ever give you a direct answer.

minji left your apartment around 9:00 pm with the excuse of going out to meet a friend for the night, and potentially spending the night. you opened the find my iphone app on your home screen and opened it to see where minji really was. sure enough she was not at a friends house and actually in some old warehouse downtown. you followed the gps to the location and mumbled quietly to haewon who was on facetime, “what would she even be doing over there?” haewon shrugged and answered, “maybe she knows someone in there, you know that place is full of squatters.” you rolled your eyes and said, “she only talks to four people including us and her uncle. i’m not close with that hanni girl she’s friends with but i don’t think she squats in an old metal factory. but i’m here so i’m gonna hang up.” haewon told you firmly, “okay but if anything happens you need to leave okay?” you nodded and hung up before tucking your phone into your pocket.

there was nearly no light inside of the old factory, just a few yellowed bulbs illuminating a few feet ahead of you. broken windows offered rays of moonlight to pool where the bulbs couldn’t, making it only a bit brighter. you pulled your black hood over your head and tucked yourself into a dark corner of the factory just to see if minji was actually there. a group of burly men were huddled together around the center of the floor, taunting a smaller figure between all of them. when one of them moved you saw the familiar carnelian red and navy blue spider suit peeked from the middle. you gasped and felt your heart sink as the men tormented the hero who was already in bad shape. instead of staying you looked at your phone to see that minji’s location was now somewhere else in the city. despite wanting to stay and possibly help the young hero, you knew that it was safer for you to sneak out the way you came in. quickly, you hustled down a flight of stairs and slipped out one of the broken walls into a dark alleyway that would lead to a main street after a few blocks. as you walked down the street you turned back when you heard a blood curdling scream, it sounded all too familiar but you turned back and listened to haewon’s advice, hoping to the heavens above the person screaming wasn’t your best friend.

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walking alone at night in this sketchy part of town wasn’t ideal but public transit wasn’t running at this hour and you weren’t paying for an uber because it wasn’t cheap. you could feel a pair of eyes on you despite nobody being around so you quickend your steps. just as you were about to break into a run a man jumped out from the darkness and blocked your path. there was a sinister smile on his face as he asked, “what’s a pretty thing like you doing out alone at this hour?” you swallowed your fear and stood your ground best you could, “going home. now, excuse me.” you tried to slip by him and the wall just for him to pin your body against it, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

the man’s face was inches from yours, his breath smelled of cigarettes and alcohol as it ghosted your lips when he smiled, “what’re you doin sweetpea?” you looked him dead in the eye and kept a stoic face before jamming your knee upwards, hitting him straight in the groin. he stumbled back and staggered onto the ground and you looked over him before kicking him in the same spot, adding one hard stomp after just for good measure. you then took off running, hearing him suddenly yelp you turned around to see the local hero in the spider suit shooting webs at him, sticking him to the alley wall. your eyes met the hero and you heard them yell, “run Y/N!” you didn’t even waste another second before you ran all the way back to your apartment, locking the doors behind you and barracading the door. it was after you took a shower and changed into your pajamas that you realized the masked hero said your name, and suddenly it all clicked. to test your theory, you needed solid, undeniable proof that your roommate was not who she said she was.

you peeked into minji’s room through the cracked open door she had and you smiled seeing her window was in fact open. that’s definitely how she was getting in and out of your apartment every night without opening the front door. without wasting a second you pulled the window closed and locked it as tight as you could with a satisfied grin on your face. all you had to do now was wait for minji to get back home.

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hours passed and after one long and surprisingly painful mission, minji was finally rushing back to your shared apartment. she sprinted across the grassy quad as quickly as she could, praying that nobody was going to be outside at this time of night. she frantically attempted to use her web shooters to swing up into the trees, her usual and most secretive way of getting around. however, after the fights she had last night and tonight, she knew it was a long shot. the teenage superhero smiled when she heard a familiar click, but it fell when her web shooters released a thin, miniscule amount of webs that wasn’t even the size of her arm. she cursed under her breath knowing she’d had to fix that before going to sleep, but all she wanted now was to get back into her room. finally she got to her dorm and looked up at her window which sat on the fourth floor of the dorm building you both were assigned to. she began climbing up, wincing as pain seared through her entire body but specifically on her abdomen where a nasty gash was still leaking blood.

a feeling of dread washed over her when she realized her window was both closed and locked which she never did. she will admit she’d been out of it recently, forgetting to do some school assignments, showing up to club meetings, and she’d even screwed up on tonight’s mission resulting in the bloody wound on her side. the feeling of dread was replaced with panic when she heard a couple of students walking a short distance away. there were only a few seconds to spare before she was spotted so she scanned the floor to see if any windows were open. she saw yours, wide open just asking for her to enter. minji held her breath, hoping and praying that you would be asleep tonight. she quickly crawled through your window and up your walls onto the ceiling in an attempt to exit through your door to her room. the superhero made it to the middle of your ceiling when your light flicked on and you gasped, “ahh! what the fuck?! what the fuck? what the FUCK?!” you yanked the broom from your closet and started smacking the masked individual on your ceiling with it. just like a real spider, minji quickly dashed from one side of your ceiling to another, almost making it out of your room. that was until the broom jammed right into her abdomen, making her scream in pain and fall onto your floor with a loud thud.

you immediately reached forward and snatched the mask off her head, ready to swing the broom on the stranger again and call the police. a small gasp left your lips when you realized it wasn’t a stranger but rather your own roommate of a year. she had her eyes closed in pain while tears pricked the side of her eyes, getting ready to roll down her cheeks. blood ran from her nose, purple and blue splotches peppered her brow bone, jaw, and cheek, while a cut over her lip had a thick patch of partially dried blood. you looked at her carnelian red suit that was darkening over her stomach area. her hand pressed over it and you urgently moved, “oh my god- minji!” she weakly smiled through a wince of pain, “hey, y/n.” you looked down at her and brought your hands to your head, “holy shit i was right- oh god- ok um…shit you’re bleeding on my rug.” you bent down to help her up, taking most of her body weight onto yourself while she hobbled with you to the bathroom. minji winced once more and you onced her over, “you need to take that off so i can clean your stomach.” immediately minji refused, “no i’m fine it’s just a little cut. you can go to sleep y/n, it’s fine. this is nothing new.” your heart clenched at hearing her last words but you were adamant, “no i’m helping you. minji, you can’t even stand up straight. so take it off so i can help you.” she sighed in defeat knowing that there was no point in trying to refuse because you wouldn’t let up, and honestly she did need help this time. minji pressed a button on her suit causing it to quickly retract up her arms and legs, leaving her in what was now a form fitting tank top and biker shorts version of her suit.

minji placed her hand on her side, applying pressure to the cut before you gently lifted her onto the countertop of the bathroom. she shifted uncomfortably for a minute while you grabbed a handful of bandaging pads, gauze, and medical bandage tape. when you came back you carefully lifted her top to expose the wound. a small whine of pain left minji’s lips as you peeled the material from her bloodied skin. once that part was done you rinsed it with water, minji gripping onto your shoulder so she didn’t interfere with your help. while you cleaned it, you stated, “if it was any deeper i would’ve had to take you to the ER.” she remained silent at the remark, instead focusing on the way your hands tenderly took care of her wounded body. the teenager hissed as you began to dress the wound with layers of gauze and bandaging tape, throwing her head back to prevent tears from falling. afterwards, you placed small bandaids over the small cuts on her brow bone, temple, and jaw. minji could feel your eyes skimming her arms and legs, looking at the varying scars decorated with new bruises that she’d gotten in the past year. however, she was surprised when you didn’t mention a single word about any of it. instead, you finished up and said, “just avoid getting those wet when you shower, drink water and eat, and let your body rest. alright?” the superhero nodded and you said, “okay, i’m done. good night, i’ll see you in the morning.” minji mumbled a shy, “thank you” under her breath to which you smiled and assured her, “it’s no big deal.”

you turned around to leave and minji grabbed your hand, “i’m spiderman or girl or woman or whatever. but it’s me.” slowly you turned to face and looked into her eyes, “minji, i know.” she sighed and pulled you closer to her as she still sat on the bathroom counter, her legs wrapped around your torso to keep you close, “no- i know that i just don’t want there to be any more secrets. i can’t keep lying to you.” she pulled your arms to rest on her shoulders as she held your waist and you prompted, “so what else should i know about my spiderwoman?” butterflies erupted in minji’s stomach and she cracked a smile through her split lip, wincing when it hurt slightly. she ran her knuckles along your side and she started, “i can shoot webs from my suit, i can crawl on walls, i’m pretty fast and i’m stronger than regular people, i heal faster so all of this will be fine tomorrow mostly, i have enhanced balance and reflexes, and i get this tingly feeling when i feel like there’s impending danger.” you looked at her asking for more and she continued, “i do really work for samsung though just not in the engineering program like you and haewon think. it’s this classified project so as much as i want to tell you more, i can’t because i don’t know much either right now."

you asked, "what about the day you came in late for the exam? why'd you smell like gas and ash, hanni has a tesla and that doesn't take gas. and what happened to you that day you were there in the alley? i saw you in the factory too." minji sighed and admitted, "i saved a man from a burning car on the side of the highway. they stabbed me in the factory which is why i screamed, and i had a feeling something was going wrong in the alley after i escaped the factory. but that’s all of my secrets i promise. no more secrets, okay?”

brushed a stuck hair from minji’s forehead and nodded, “no more secrets, huh?” she hummed in agreement and you told her quietly, “i have one.” minji’s eyes found yours and you cupped her face with your hand, “i really like you, more than a friend.” minji broke out into a smile and responded, “i really like you too.” you asked almost as if you didn’t believe her, “yeah?” she nodded eagerly, “yeah.” minji leaned foreward and pressed her head against yours, you placed a gentle kiss on her forehead then you pulled away and looked at her, both of you sharing a similar glance, “don’t tell haewon.” the two of you bursted into laughter and minji leaned forward pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek.

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palajae · 7 months

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hypegirl! | three.

PAIRING ▸ soccer player! niki x afab! reader

GENRE ▸ soccerl! au, roommates!au, romance, fluff, angst, humor

WORD COUNT ▸ 2.1k

SUMMARY ▸ all you want is to join the boys’ soccer team. all niki wants is to get minji’s attention. as roommates, what better than to strike a deal and help each other out? nothing really, except for one glaring issue: your blossoming feelings for said roommate. oh, and the fact that you’re technically supposed to be your brother, kim sunoo.

AKA a hopefully more sfw version of she's the man?

NOTES ▸ based off she’s the man (2006), reader is sunoo's sister and pretends to be her brother sunoo— please let me know if there’s any typos!

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IT’S JUST… COOL WITH YOU?

again, you’re not sure how you got into this situation. you made the team. you went to weekly practices with said team.

and on the weekends… you went out with niki. figuratively, you were on a date.

literally, well… not so much.

in your ingenious mind, you offered to take niki out on “fake dates” to get him ready for his real one with minji. in other words, it was your more selfish way of spending more time with him.

“wouldn’t it be awkward?” he frowns but you adamantly shake your head.

“trust me, it’ll work. plus,” you look away shyly, “this is just a thanks for you helping me get on the team.”

if anything, you proved to be more useful. after sharing your tips and tricks on how to impress girls (yourself included), niki stared at you in wonder.

“how do you know so much? do you have a girlfriend or-?”

you laugh in panic. it’s not like you could say that you were a girl.. and understood how most other girls felt.

“no! i just, like, learned a lot. from my sister, yeah.”

“you and your sister are really alike,” he murmurs thoughtfully.

you look down, your stomach churning.

later that day, you plan to meet up with your brother—the real sunoo— for dinner. you didn’t realize how nice it was to be yourself again.

no facade, no acting. just you.

“sunoo!” you almost run into his arms.

“how’s your camp?” he raises an eyebrow.

you let out a sigh, gesturing for him to sit. this was going to be a long story. but you figure you should leave the whole ‘catching feelings’ part out.

long story short—he wasn’t surprised at your antics. if anything, sunoo simply rolls his eyes and tells you to not get into too much trouble.

after you catch him up and he tells you about his camp, you excuse yourself to the restroom.

the moment you step in, you freeze. there’s actually no way. the back, the hair… it was too familiar to be true. the moment you see her face in the mirror, you deflate.

what was kim minji doing on this side of town?

but this was your chance. she didn’t know you as your true self, she knew you as kim sunoo. and you had to take the risk.

you take a deep breath.

“excuse me, you’re minji right?”

she turns around, eyes narrowed. “yes? do i know you?”

you fidget with your hands.

“i‘ve heard about you-from my brother, sunoo.”

she suddenly gasps, transforming into an entirely different person. “oh my gosh-no way. you guys look like twins!”

by this point you’ve perfected your fake laugh. it was all or nothing.

“oh yeah, well i also heard about you and niki going out-“

she falters but you’re too immersed to notice,

“just wanted to tell you, he isn’t what he really seems.” you start blabbing on and on making up random things about niki until she laughs and interrupts you.

“thanks for your concern, but, and please don’t tell anyone this—especially sunoo—but i actually like him. not niki. i was just trying to use niki to make your brother jealous.” she looks apologetic as your mouth drops open.

that means…

minji likes sunoo.

minji likesyou. and she used niki to make you jealous. you, kim sunoo?

thoughts scattered, you let out an embarrassed laugh. and then the anger fills you. how could she do that to niki?

you frown. “oh, well… maybe you should tell him the truth. he deserves to know your true feelings toward him and stringing him along won’t do anything.”

minji glances down at the floor. “you’re right. thank you. i’ll do it.”

as she leaves, you stay staring at your reflection in the mirror.

niki doesn’t deserve her, you think bitterly.

he doesn’t deserve any of this.

most of all, he doesn’t deserve you.

it was nearing the end of the camp. the amount of time you spent with niki was practically more than the amount of time you spent practicing. and you practiced a lot.

your team was training really hard, and you were excited for the championship games coming up soon.

but you weren’t excited about certain other things.

things like niki’s first date with minji.

all you could do was send him off with last minute tips and affirmations. all while staring at him walking away from you, and towards minji.

to be honest, you felt weird spending such time away from him. yeah, that was how much of your day was with him. the sight of him greeted you first thing in the morning and at night when you closed your eyes and murmured your goodnights.

after the desperately awaited first date, you attempted to distract yourself by hanging out with jungwon. hanging out as in mindlessly passing the ball drills over and over again.

maybe he could tell the change in your mood, the somber expressions you were attempting to hide the whole time. but he didn’t say anything. everything was all communicated in the back and forth passing of the ball between you two.

and when niki got back, he didn’t say much. that made the dread grow in your stomach even more, but you gave him some time like any other good friend should do. as much as you wanted to be you in that moment selfishly, you had to be someone else for his and your own good.

then the next day at lunch, you took a deep breath and jumped into the deep end.

“hey, so like… how was your date with minji?”

niki stops chewing, processing thoughtfully for a moment. you gulp, throat suddenly dry.

“it was alright.”

those three simple words leave you more confused than ever.

“alright? that’s it? what happened?”

you can see the mixed emotions present on his face, and you press on.

“dude, i’ve been trying to help you the whole time, so i feel like there’s nothing you have to keep-“

“i don’t know, okay?” he sets down his spoon with a finality. “it’s confusing. she’s not who i thought she was, that’s for sure. i don’t even know dating is like. is it supposed to feel like this?”

your fingers curl into fists. “like what?”

he lets out a noise of frustration or defeat, running his hands through his hair.

“i thought i was supposed to be happier that she asked me out. i thought it was supposed to feel natural. i thought i was supposed to be sure about how i feel towards her.”

you watch a bead of water run down your cup.

“have you felt this way about anyone else then? did it feel different being with someone else than when you were with minji?”

you're freaking out internally, wondering if you made a mistake or not letting your curiosity and imagination get the best of you.

what about me? you wish to desperately ask.

what do you feel when you’re with me?

maybe you messed up by asking that but it’s too late.

riki doesn’t give you an answer.

niki spent most of that night thinking about that day. why conversations with minji felt so hard, so forced. why he wasn’t as comfortable and happy about spending time, let alone going on a date, with her as he should have been. why the night ended on a off-note, with no strong reason or promise to meet again.

regardless, he doesn’t sleep much. he gets up early and quietly as to not wake you up and goes out for a run. he needed to collect his thoughts.

niki picks up his pace again with a million things running through his head. first questioning how he started liking minji. what even drew his attention to her in the first place?

and then he wonders why he isn’t as upset as he would’ve been that their date didn’t go as hoped. he certainly wasn’t as upset as he would’ve been before he met you.

for some reason, he had been thinking about you recently, when your brother asked how he felt with minji.

he could only think that the one time he felt so right was with you. the only time he felt so happy and confident as himself was when he talked to you.

how stunning you looked simply handing out snacks to little kids, and how cute you looked flustered by him.

but you reminded niki too much of sunoo. and maybe that was a line he shouldn’t cross, especially from only meeting once.

yet he still wanted to see you again. if that spark was still there. he enjoyed talking to you as much as he did with your brother. it was almost like you guys were the same person in the way. just different people with different relationships to him.

you were the first stranger he was attracted to.

and kim sunoo was basically his closest friend he could rely on and talk to about anything.

both of you two uplifted him and made him feel confidently, like a real person that deserved the world.

he isn’t sure what he is going to do. if he was ever going to see you again.

so niki makes a plan that afternoon. he’ll casually ask your brother for your number after joint practice. there would be no harm in at least trying to get to know you better, right?

it could take his mind off the minji stuff.

he waits for you after conditioning finishes up. right as he looks up from his phone, he sees sunoo and minji walking together from conditioning.

niki sees the way her eyes sparkle and smile grows when she looks at him—you. niki knows it then. as she grabs your arm playfully, he knows that you, sunoo, are the one that she likes.

he has to know. it’s the same way he used to look at her.

for how long? was this on purpose?

he doesn’t know why he overreacts and stalks off at the sight.

you’re exhausted and sweaty and it hits you after bidding bye to minji.

you’re confused as to why niki didn’t wait for you as he usually did, but you brush it off.

when you get to your dorms, opening the door, you spot niki sitting on the edge of his bed. his head is down, however, which worries you.

“niki? dude, you good?”

he abruptly turns to you, betrayal and confusion evident in his eyes.

“just leave, man. i trusted you. i put my full faith in you because i thought we were friends. i actually thought you were special, but it turns out you didn’t care at all.”

you take a step back as if his words physically attacked you. “what-? niki, what are you talking-“

“so this whole time, did you use me to get minji? to get on our team? does it feel good or something? even though you knew i liked her?”

you’re at an utter loss for words. what was he even saying?

“how could you stab me in the back and encourage me to go out with her even though you knew her true feelings?” his voice cracks and the sound actually hurts you. you had no idea what was going on, but niki seemed truly upset.

“i don’t even know how to feel now that you’re a betrayer. you’re just a manipulator that used me to get everything you want.”

“niki-“ you reach towards him but he shrugs you off.

“leave. i don’t want to see you right now.”

amidst your protests, stubborn niki kicks you out. you have no choice but to leave for the night. amidst the chaos of emotions, you find an empty couch in the common rooms to sleep on. you didn’t feel like bothering the other guys and making a fuss over niki kicking you out.

you had never seen him react like this, ever. whatever was going on, perhaps a good sleep would allow niki to think a little more clearly and talk to you.

you want to cry yourself to sleep, curling up into a ball on the hard sofa. all of this had to go down the night before the first championship plays.

as you sink through a fidgety, dreamless sleep, you miss the frantic notifications on your phone still in yours and niki’s shared dorm.

you have (9) missed calls.

[11:58 pm] sunbro: sis

[11:59 pm] sunbro: you’re not gonna believe it

[12:00 am] sunbro: pls pick up

[12:00 am] sunbro: idk what to do im kinda scared

[12:00 am] sunbro: mom told me she’s gonna come to your game tomorrow

[12:01 am] sunbro: the one that my band is performing at

[12:01 am] sunbro: so she’s def gonna see us switched

[12:03 am] sunbro: what are you gonna do?

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bbyseok · 1 year

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the drummer

pairing: bakugou katsuki x gn!reader

word count: 3k

a/n: this was made due to my newfound infatuation with the band babymetal and their music everyone say thank you babymetal

content: fluff, no quirks au, rock band au, bakusquad (excluding mina, sorry!!) as a band, metal concerts: loud sounds, crowds, mosh pits, etc., swearing, side ships: kamijirou and kirimina, bakugou calls reader “sweetheart” and i think that’s everything

analysis: you attend a metal concert for the first time with your friends. and while you don’t usually listen to rock often, maybe the drummer can change your mind.

———

you like to say you have a wide variety when it comes to your taste in music. music is beautiful, after all—it could bring people from all over the world together, whether they understood the language of the songs or not.

you listen to a bit of everything; a bit of the usual stuff that plays on the radio to pass time in the car, a little bit of pop, some rnb, a hint of rap, a dash of country, etc.

though—the only real exposure you have had to the rock and metal genre was through your current roommate.

but when said roommate nearly screams the roof of your shared apartment off one day, you barrel into her room thinking she had seriously gotten hurt—only to be met with the news of something else.

“jirou kyoka!” you scold her after heaving out a sigh of relief when you find her just sitting on her bed, laptop in her hands. “you scared me half to death! i thought something happened!”

“something did happen,” the short-haired girl retorts giddily as she displays the screen towards you. “one of my favorite bands is having a concert near us!”

and when she thrusts the screen towards you, you catch sight of some somewhat familiar faces—there’s a spiky redhead with a contagious smile on the bass, and a guy with short black hair on the keyboards. there seem to be two blondes, but the difference between them is that the one playing the guitar, who also looks like he’s the singer, has a flirty look on his face while the red-eyed man on the drums has a handsome yet threatening scowl twisted on his lips.

the only reason you’re able to recognize them is because jirou’s has shown you some of their music before. “oh.” your unenthusiastic reaction has her rolling her eyes as she faces her laptop back towards her.

you chuckle a little and sit beside her, making yourself comfy on the mattress. “no, seriously, that’s exciting, jirou!” you declare with a nod, “i’m happy for you! you just screamed really loud.”

she touches her fingers together, still looking away in embarrassment. “ah, right. sorry about that.”

you coo and bring her in for a side hug. the onyx-eyed girl can be a little shy sometimes, and it had taken a while for her to open up to you despite living together. “no, no- it’s okay! y’know i don’t listen to a lot of that kinda stuff but.. when’s the concert? did you buy tickets yet?”

when jirou visibly brightens up, you grin to yourself. she’s so passionate about music sometimes; it’s endearing to see. “concert’s in a couple of weeks. and no, haven’t bought tickets yet.”

you blink and laugh. “well, why haven’t you? you should before they get all sold out, right?”

as if you had reminded her, she yelps and her fingers start tapping away on the keyboard. “ah, you’re right. they can sell out pretty fast.”

you eye the screen once again, tracing your stare over the band members out of curiosity as she gets ready to buy said tickets. really, you have no idea where you’re going with this but— “how about i come with you?”

her fingers freeze and she stares at you in surprise. “really? are you sure?” she questions, tilting her head. “like you just said, you don’t really listen to this kind of music.”

you shrug. “well, it’ll be a new experience for me. you only live once, right?” and then you quickly add, “and i can help you pay too!”

kyoka genuinely seems thrilled by your decision, but her fingers still hover over the mousepad. “are you sure?”

before you can change your mind, you insist with a laugh. “jirou, i’m positive.” you fish out your phone from your pocket to go over a calendar. “we’re both free that day, i can help pay for the tickets, and you won’t have to be alone during the concert—so it’ll be safer for you, yeah?”

jirou starts twiddling with her fingers again. “i was actually gonna invite mina with me. she doesn’t listen to them as much as i do but she’s got a thing for the bassist.” she rolls her eyes with a fond scoff.

you glare at her playfully. “hey, i barely listen to them but don’t you got a thing for the blonde guitarist?” you tease.

when you see her blush and start to deny you, you laugh. “relax, jirou, i’m teasing. and we can still invite mina. i’m sure she’d love to go with us.”

jirou nods, smiling. “alright. it’ll be the three of us then.”

she clicks and confirms the purchase, sealing yourself a metal concert in a couple weeks.

except.. it doesn’t turn out to be the three of you. trust me, mina had been overjoyed to receive the news that the two of you had gotten her tickets. in fact, she had been so delighted that she had invited some of her other friends, and then their friends were invited, and- yeah. (you’re not too entirely sure how everyone managed to get tickets in time but you deduce not to question it.)

it’s the night of the concert, and after a thirty minute drive, you finally arrive at the designated arena. (jirou and mina had played some of the band’s music to familiarize you with some songs—there were a few catchy ones.)

the rest of your party had come in separate rides, so as the three of you exit mina’s car, they wave you down in excitement.

“it’s loud,” you state bluntly as your friends start their way to the arena entrance. you’re not even in the damn arena and it’s loud—the concert hasn’t even started yet.

“it’s only gonna get louder, babe,” mina says with a good-natured grin. “too late to turn back now!”

“i know, i know!” you laugh, trying to relax your nerves. you’re a bit nervous, sure—but you can’t deny that you’re also a little excited. “i’m not backing out, don’t worry.”

jirou tugs at your arm from her spot beside you. “if anything, you can leave early. wait for us in the car. metal concerts can get.. intense sometimes. i won’t be offended or anything.”

you shoot your roommate a relieved smile. “i’ll keep that in mind, thanks. but hopefully it doesn’t come to that. this’ll be fun!”

your optimism remains even as you file into the arena, looking for a spot. part of your group wants to score a place in the potential mosh pit, but with jirou and mina knowing it’s your first time, some decide to linger somewhere on the side. with this, your group decides to split up.

“don’t you guys wanna head into the- mosh pit?” you ask the two girls, feeling a bit guilty. “isn’t that closer to the stage? i feel really bad holding you guys back.”

mina waves a hand at you in dismissal. “no, don’t worry about it! i want a spot closer to the bar. and while being the mosh pit is fun, i’d rather not get ‘accidentally’ groped tonight.”

you blink at her and simply nod in acknowledgment. “ah, right, okay.” jirou nods alongside you.

the three of you grab some drinks and chat around while the arena continues to fill up. you had been eyeing the rest of your group making camp on the floor until you lose them once more people flood in.

the opening act starts and it’s another rock band. definitely a lesser known group, but their music is a good mood starter for the concert, it seems.

another thirty minutes pass by and it’s finally time for the main act of the band everyone’s been waiting for to make an appearance.

there’s the sound of the music starting and it’s as if it shakes the entire building—the crowd roars in anticipation.

a rough voice echoes throughout the arena and then the beat of drums pulses through the floor.

“LET’S FUCKING GOOO!”

and just like that, fireworks burst from the stage and the lights are on, focused on the band and you can spot the four members playing their respective instruments.

before you know it, you see jirou and mina jumping with the rest of the crowd, screaming their throats alongside the singer as he strums the strings of his guitar.

you find yourself enjoying yourself too! it’s amazing to see them play the first few songs back to back with no break—they’re quite the entertainment.

after the third or fourth song though, they seem to take a breather. “hello everyone!” the lead guitarist speaks into his mic. “you all having fun so far?”

the crowd answers with cheers and you can’t help but laugh as your two companions join them.

“i’m kaminari denki!” the singer introduces himself. jirou lets out a few cheers as the blonde lifts a hand up to his ear as if to bask in the crowd’s noise. and then he continues on to the other members. “our bassist, kirishima eijirou!”

“hey, everyone!” the redhead plays a few notes on the bass as the crowd cheers again—you and jirou share an amused look when mina squeals at the top of her lungs.

“on the keys, hanta serooo!” kaminari whoops out, and the fans join in again in another roar. the short-haired man plays for a bit, laughing a greeting, “good evening!”

“aaaand on the drums…” kaminari finishes up, imitating playing the drums with his hands with a grin, “our amazing kacchan!”

“it’s bakugou katsuki, dunce face!” the drummer snaps, his voice booming on the mic—and you recognize his voice from the beginning of the concert. there’s a few snickers and laughs from the crowd—you included—and bakugou plays for a few seconds.

displayed on the large screens behind and next to the stage, you can see the drummer’s features a bit despite the somewhat darkened lighting. “alright, fuckers!” he yells out once he’s done, “you ready for more?”

this time, you find yourself screaming alongside your two friends in eagerness and the concert continues as they play some more songs. during the short intermission, you head out for a quick bathroom break. when you return, you see jirou is the only one left in your previous spot.

“mina went into the mosh pit!” jirou explains as one song transitions into another. she points over to the rushing crowd and you look to the sea of people jamming out more aggressively, a few crowd-surfers here and there.

“oh, okay!” you answer back. you go back to jamming with your friend, genuinely enjoying yourself. (any time you see the drummer on the screen for a few seconds, you can’t find it in yourself to look away.)

and the night rages on. there some people headbanging so hard to the point where you were sure they were going to fling their heart out of their throats, but all in all, you were having fun.

it’s nearing the encore when you decide the pounding and rumbling of the arena is starting to become a bit much. “hey, jirou!” you shout over the music, “i’m gonna head back to the car!”

kyoka looks to you with slight concern. “want me to walk back with you?” she offers in a raised voice to match yours. her eyes flicker from the stage to you.

“no, no!” you’re quick to protest and decline, “enjoy the end of the concert- i know you don’t wanna miss it! i’ll be fine on my own, don’t worry!”

hesitantly, she gives you a thumbs up. you give her a quick hug before you start trudging away from her and through the rows and rows of people.

music continues to blast through the arena, and you’re sure that your ears are going to be ringing for the remainder of the night. but you suppose that’s what happens when you attend a metal concert out of all things. (it had been fun, for the most part, but you think that’s enough metal for one night.)

the blinding lights from the stage are flashing everywhere, probably more intense since it’s almost the end of the concert. it’s a bit difficult to see your surroundings very clearly for anything longer than five seconds, but you manage to stumble out of your section of the crowd on your own two feet, save for a few bumps into some people here and there.

you don’t know where the rest of your group is—though, you’re sure they’re probably getting trampled over in the mosh pit running circles in a certain area of the floor space in the peripheral of your eye. (yeah, there’s no way you’re taking place in that. hopefully mina’s alright!)

you continue following the signs that supposedly lead to the exit. getting out early can give you a head start and avoid any more crowds that would definitely get messier on the way out.

you follow down the railing and that’s when the arena darkens suddenly. they must be getting ready for the finale—so you whip your phone out to act as your flashlight to keep walking.

wait a minute. there’s only few people back here, so that must mean you’re heading in the right direction, but then—hold on. you’re backstage.

the security isn’t at its best, it seems. or maybe they’re slacking. who knows—either way, you’re not where you’re supposed to be, that’s for certain. you can see the back of the stage set up from here; there’s a few uniformed people working on what seems to be the lighting and shit. oh yeah—definitely not the exit.

maybe you can ask for directions? oh, how embarrassing… maybe you should’ve stayed with jirou until the end of the concert and walked back with her.

just- just follow the sound of yelling and screaming! obviously—that’s where the crowd is, so you can easily find the actual way out by listening to the roar of the fans.

and then they get louder and—the sound of the last of the commercial fireworks sizzles through the air and the closing music comes to an end. oh shit. the concert has ended.

that seals it for you: you’re going to head over to some staff person and—oh yeah, that one right there, standing near the small stairs, and ask politely for the actual exit.

and then the lights go out again—plunging you in darkness, save for the few lights from above and flickering from the side, and then you walk right into a solid chest.

“the hell?” a gruff voice erupts from in front of you, and it sounds familiar. the lights return and it takes you less than three seconds to register that you’re staring up at the drummer.

“fuckin’- goddammit, kiri!” the blonde scowls, turning his red glare to the guitarist coming down the stage stairs, “some fan got into the back again!”

kirishima is wiping the sweat off his brow when he catches sight of you, and he seems surprised. “huh? oh shit-”

you panic. what if you get into some serious trouble for this? what if they sue you? so you splutter out frantically without thinking, “i’m- i’m not a fan!”

bakugou brings his gaze back to you at your words, all confused, judging by the way he raises a brow at you. and when his stare lingers, you realize he’s actually taking the time to look at you.

he clicks his tongue and repeats your words. “not a fan, huh?”

fuck, that sounds rude, doesn’t it? “no! i mean- yes! i mean—i’ve never really listened to your guys’ music but i came along with my friends! but then i decided to leave a little early and just ended up getting lost and-”

the redhead comes to stand next to bakugou with a laugh. “relax, relax. we hear ya,” he reassures you with a toothy grin. “mistakes happen!”

you let out a sigh of relief, smiling gratefully at kirishima. “right. i didn’t think wandering backstage could happen but.. sounds like it has before?” you laugh, referring to bakugou’s previous words as you look to the drummer.

oh god. the tank top hangs loosely off bakugou’s broad shoulders as his skin glistens with sweat. you can now see his legs that are clad in black ripped jeans, not hidden behind the drum set. a screen, no matter how huge, doesn’t do him justice. he’s so damn beautiful up close.

what makes matters even worse is that he’s staring right at you.

you nearly let out a squeak of surprise from the sheer intensity of his gaze, instead glancing back to kirishima nervously since he continues talking anyway.

“ah yeah, sometimes,” the guitarist chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “not too often but- it definitely happens way more than it should. you’re okay though, really!”

you nod with a small smile, fiddling with your hands. you sneak a look back at the drummer, and you realize with a start that he hasn’t torn his eyes off you.

“not a fan?” bakugou repeats again in a drawl, cocking his head to the side and taking a step towards you.

you blink at him, a little confused, a little flustered. “um, well-”

“alright, sweetheart,” bakugou then huffs, catching you by surprise—are you hearing him right? but then the smirk he gives you makes you wanna melt into the floor. “let’s see if i can make you a fan before the next concert, yeah?”

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the roar of the crowd is something you welcome, relishing in the noise the eager fans make as they wait for the concert to start. you don’t have a good view backstage, but there’s something you need to do first before you head to your reserved section.

sero and denki are the first to head up. the blonde adjusts his guitar and dashes out onto the stage, blowing jirou a flying kiss to which she rolls her eyes at but catches nonetheless.

kirishima strolls after the two of his band mates onto the stage, but not before he gives mina a squeezing hug paired with some laughter.

bakugou is the last one to walk up, and he approaches you with that same damned smirk of his that had made you give him your number not too long ago.

“i’m waiting, sweetheart,” katsuki snickers at you, raising a brow expectantly.

you glare at him playfully, and before he can sneak in another word, you grab the front of his stupid tank top and pull him down for a kiss.

(yeah, he had made you a fan.)

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musical-shit-show · 2 years

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my apologies. prompt list 1, #4 please, beetlejuice!!

don’t want you like a best friend

Pairing: Beetlejuice x Reader

Inspiration: Prompt #4 (“i really want to kiss you right now” “do it then”) from Prompt List 1.

Warnings: alcohol mention, reader is tipsy, fluff, suggestive dialogue

Word Count: 1,173

Author’s Note: So so so sorry this took so long! I’ve been crazy busy with work and the show that I’m in, but I finally finished this ask! Thanks anon for the suggestion! And if you’d like to request anything from either of my Prompt Lists, please send me an ask and check out my Masterlist and About Me page! Enjoy :)

“Beej, I have to go now. You know how I hate being late.”

The demon huffed at your completely reasonable statement. You were finally able to coordinate a night out with your friends, and the live-in ghost who had plagued your existence over the past few months was clearly not pleased.

At first, you were utterly bewildered by Beetlejuice. You have no idea how he ended up in your apartment, though he kept muttering something about being a ‘bio-exorcist’, which sounded far too fantastical for you to fully comprehend.

Once he realized his efforts to scare you out of your dwelling was fruitless, Beetlejuice took no time at all making himself at home. In a way, he was like a housecat: he purred, he slept wherever he wanted, he pushed over breakable objects for attention.

And he wanted nothing more than to be around you all the time.

Which, to him, started out as nothing but another activity to fill his endless existence. If he couldn’t scare you to death, annoying you to death was certainly an acceptable option, right?

“But baaaaabe,” he whined, floating above you as you fished out the keys from your purse, “What am I supposed to do while you’re gone? Not a ton of options for a dead guy, ya know.”

He was lying, of course. There were plenty of hijinks a demon of his nature could get up to on a Friday night, but he wanted you to feel bad for him. His incessant flirting didn’t faze you either, much to the ghost’s dismay.

He had a kind of crush on you, which wasn’t at all surprising. Beetlejuice had developed a penchant for breathers over the years, and you had grown to be one of his favorites. Which made your departure for the evening even more gutting.

“I don’t know,” you answered his rhetorical question, exasperated as you slung your purse over your shoulder, “But I have no doubt you’ll find some way to entertain yourself.”

The demon’s hair turned a deep shade of violet, not masking his sadness at the prospect of you enjoying a night out without him. You noticed immediately and frowned.

“It’ll only be a couple hours, bug,” you hoped the pet name would soften the blow, “I promise.” Beetlejuice grumbled and *popped* out of the room. You sighed, accepting his poutiness. Maybe you’d be able to make it up to him later.

***

When you got home, your ghostly roommate was nowhere to be found. Despite only having a few drinks, your head was throbbing. You flopped onto the couch and contemplated turning on the TV, but you couldn’t muster the willpower to try and find the remote.

You looked around a few times, when suddenly you saw it rising slowing, surrounded by a sickly lime glow. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh as it floated towards you.

“Beetlejuice!” you knew using his full name would irritate him, and you were right. He materialized seconds later, his hair back to its signature shade of green. You oddly couldn’t have been happier to see him.

“Hey, babes, easy on the ‘B’ word, okay?” he said as he immediately got comfortable on your couch, “If I went away, who’d be here to entertain ya?” You let out another giggle, your last drink making you feel equal parts bold and bubbly.

“Well, I had to get your attention somehow, didn’t I?” you retorted, finally grabbing the remote out of the air and placing it on your coffee table.

“So…” he drawled, his voice sounding particularly gravelly, “You have a good time tonight?” You couldn’t help but sigh, your headache finally wearing off. Instinctively, you let your head rest on Beetlejuice’s shoulder. You had become nose blind to the smell of dirt and decay that constantly permeated from his suit jacket.

“Yeah, I mean, it was nice seeing everyone,” you said, suddenly feeling warm, “I didn’t really have much to contribute though; you know, they were all talking about weddings and babies and gossip and I was just…there. Listening.”

He nodded, not sure how to respond. Beetlejuice had been dead for so long that he couldn’t remember the mundane moments of his life. He watched your ups and downs and in betweens and sometimes, for a second, he could recall what it was like to be human. Maybe that’s why he stuck around.

“Honestly,” you said, swallowing bravely as you raised your head to meet his eye, “all I could think about was coming home. To you.” Of course, this got the demon’s attention. All he could muster was a surprised “Oh?”, his eyebrows raised in shock and amusement.

You had never rendered Beetlejuice speechless before, so you decided to continue.

“Yeah,” you said, “And I swear, I’m only a little bit tipsy so don’t think I don’t mean this, because I do. But I really want to kiss you right now.”

The demon couldn’t help but flash a knowing smirk.

“Do it then.”

And you did. And it was sweet and soft and not at all what you expected. It took a little liquid courage, but as soon as your lips met his, it felt like a switch flipped inside your brain. You had no idea this had been what you’d been searching for.

After a moment, Beetlejuice deepened the kiss, and you felt a pit form in your stomach. You knew how he was; you didn’t want this to be just a random hookup. Being a notch it a demon’s bedpost wasn’t exactly on your bucket list.

Before you could form a coherent thought, you hadn’t even realized that he had wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you even closer to his ridiculously tattered suit. You couldn’t find it in you to care.

“Wait,” you said, your head spinning again, “I don’t—I can’t let this be a one-night thing, Beej. I like you. A lot. I think I’ve just be too stupid to see it until now so, if you don’t want that, we can just pretend like this never happened.”

Pink had started to sprout at the roots of his hair, and he still had a big grin plastered on his face, “Babes, are you serious?” he asked incredulously, “I’ve wanted to be with ya since the first week I started crashing here. I think you’re hot stuff.”

You could feel yourself turn red as you kissed him again, elated, “Plus,” he drawled, “How great will it be to tell your friends the next time you see them that your boyfriend is a demon.”

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll love that.”

“Make sure to let them know I give great head.”

“Beej!” you hit him playfully, blush now creeping up your neck as he peppered kisses along your clavicle.

“Just so ya know, all you have to do is just ask, sweetheart,” he looked up at you, his eyes now fiery with hunger as he scanned you up and down, “And in that outfit, you won’t have to ask twice.”

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ceilingfan5 · 1 year

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Prompts to sink your teeth into 27 and Taakitz please and thank you!

“Balls to the walls, can you believe it’s been ten years since graduation?” Taako is laying upside down on Kravitz’s couch, kicking his feet in the air aimlessly.

“Not on my balls or my walls,” Kravitz decides, snorting. He pulls the laundry out of the dryer and dumps it in a basket, frowning as static zaps him. “It’s truly wild to think about. I don’t think I’m going to go to the reunion, if they even invite me, you know? Like, I think I was weird enough in high school that I don’t even get recruitment attempts for MLMs-”

“You just haven’t met the right one yet,” Taako chastises. “Maybe Pampered Chef is for you.”

“I think I’m more of a Tupperware bitch.”

“I’d love to keep you in a Tupperware. I’d poke holes in the top for you and everything.” Taako flips over and rights himself, woozy and red in the face.

“What, like a grasshopper?”

“Nah, like a cool snake I found. But just a widdle one.”

Kravitz is oddly touched. It really adds a layer onto the thing he and Taako are absolutely, one hundred percent talking around: ten years since graduation also marks ten years since they made a marriage pact and swore a blood oath behind the Denny’s.

A decade is long enough, yeah?

Yeah, lots of people get married by the time they’re 28. It’s normal. We don’t want to be unnormal.

I think that ship has sailed, dude.

Forget the ship. It doesn’t have to be real. It’s just…you know, motivation.

A kick in the ass. Yeah.

Something to keep us looking. Because- romance is hard!

You think it’ll get less hard?

No, I don’t think it will, Taako. I don’t think it will.

Kravitz looks at Taako. It was stupid back then. It’d be stupider to bring it up now. He’s been head over heels for an embarrassingly long time. It was a joke, mostly. A stupid teenager thing. They’re almost thirty, for fuck’s sake.

He brings the basket over to the couch and sits beside Taako. Their sides touch, and Taako is warm.

They’re almost thirty, and Taako’s twin is getting married. And here they are, roommates, alone, together. Kravitz doesn’t know the last time he went on a date, but the last time Taako did was about four months ago. It’s not looking good on the ‘surely some other, perfecter guy will come around and Kravitz will be able to transfer some of the love beating under the floorboards to some regular, unsuspecting dude’ front.

“It’s just wild,” Taako sighs, clearly on the same choo-choo. “I mean, I’m happy for her, like-”

“Like between her and Barry I’ve been ready to flush myself down the toilet for-”

“So long. SO long!”

“Physically painful,” Kravitz agrees, not least because it made him incredibly aware of his own bullshit. “Like you said, so happy for them, and I mean, obviously w- I’ll show up to the wedding with bells on-”

“You bet your sweet ass we will. But like, you think my sad jester ass is getting any jingling action?” Taako gives him a sorrowful puppy dog face, like a pathetic court fool left in a cardboard box in the rain, and Kravitz laughs so hard he worries he’s going to pass out. He imagines those jingle bells a’janglin’. But he’d better not.

He’d really better not.

“It’s not that I don’t…It’s- It’s not like I want to make either of them feel bad...” Kravitz starts.

“Definitely not.”

“But I almost want to- cause a bit of a scene?” He looks at Taako. Taako perks up, tugging down his imaginary jester hat for Serious Mode.

“I love causing scenes,” Taako says affectionately. “You know this.”

“I know this, and I agree with you,” Kravitz replies, grinning. Warm laundry forgotten. Socks, stay unpaired. Fuck your romantic life right up the same alley as his own. “What are you thinking? I’m hearing gears turning.”

“Industry music doot-dooting,” Taako says with a nod. “Listen.”

“Listening. You know I’m listening.”

“It- I mean, just for fun, right, nobody gets hurt, it’s fine, everything is fine? It’s for funsies.”

“For funsies,” Kravitz echoes.

“It would be soooo funny if we got engaged right before Lup’s wedding.”

“Yeah?” Kravitz hears the ocean in his ears. Maybe he got a seashell stuck in there. You know how he is, always getting seashells in places.

“Yeah! Yeah. Just as a fun prank, and for no other reason. There’s no way this could backfire.”

“Uhuh,” Kravitz says. “It- It would be easy, even. People say we act like a couple all the time. Haha.” Hopefully Taako doesn’t notice that Kravitz said ha-ha instead of laughing. It��s probably fine. Totally regular, even. He’s? Normal.

“Absolutely.” There’s a manic look in Taako’s eyes, and Kravitz could lose himself in them like a stupid little boat in the Bermuda Triangle. Geometry never was his strong suit, and this current is pulling him under. How many times in his life has he gotten involved with something stupid because of Taako? Not to mention all of the stupid ideas Taako’s encouraged him to follow through on.

God, is that why he minored in trombone?

He’s so fucked. There’s no way this is ending well. There’s no way they walk out of this unscathed.

“It would be funny,” he admits.

“So funny.” Taako nods enthusiastically, like this is the greatest idea he’s ever had in his life. Fuck all those other bargain bin ideas, this is their ticket to the limelight. Fake dating.

Fake engagement, even.

Kravitz’s hand grips the upholstery of the couch, not even a full inch away from Taako’s hand.

“Why not?”

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oceans-goddess · 1 year

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Tyler Galpin x Reader Series Pt. 3-- Cute

Summary: You and Tyler get closer during your second visit to the Weathervane, and you realize that you have very little to be worried about, And ohmygosh this isn’t summary but this gif of him is so fricking adorable I can’t keep it together

Link to Pt. 2

Link to Pt. 4

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“Oh. My. Stars. He asked you to come back and see him?” Lydia squealed as you recounted your conversation with Tyler at the pizza shop.

“Well, I guess, I think he was trying to be nice--” you began, but Lydia put a stop to your excuses right away.

“No, no, no, y/n, if he phrased it exactly the way you just told me, he definitely wants to see you specifically.” She finished with a nod and a knowing smile. You felt your face warm, and the bluebells growing from a hanging pot overhead bloomed in full. Why would Tyler want to see you, you wondered, when all you’d done in front of him was make a mess and embarrass yourself?

As if knowing what you were thinking, Lydia piped up once more: “y/n, you should go see him. He wouldn’t ask unless he meant it, no matter how you left the Weathervane last week.”

“But what if, instead of just a crop of weeds, I end up turning the whole place into a jungle?” I asked. Lydia shook her head.

“Just be yourself. He clearly likes you as you are, so don’t worry about it. Besides,” she continued, one eyebrow cocked comedically, “it’s almost Christmas. Maybe he’s looking for someone to meet under the mistletoe!”

At the mere thought of kissing Tyler, your entire room seemed to flutter with life as vines, leaves, and flowers unfurled.

“Lydia! Stop that,” you whispered, clapping your hands over your eyes as if to shield yourself from both your own powers and your roommate’s comment.

“So it’s settled then,” she said, standing at the foot of your bed. You peeked out from between your middle and ring finger and looked up at the giggly siren.

“What’s settled?” you asked, though you dreaded hearing the answer.

“You are going to go to the Weathervane, and you are going to order a hot chocolate, and you are going to look so hot, and you are going to sit in a booth where he can see you,” she rambled, and you shook your head in exasperation.

“and,” she finished, “you are going to flirt. your. brains. out.”

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It took another three days for Lydia to convince you of her plan, and by the time you two approached the coffee shop, the two of you had squabbled over your hair, your outfit, and your abilities, with you rejecting every idea of Lydia’s for fear of embarrassment.

Eventually, you settled on an outfit you wore often: one that made you comfortable, but one that Lydia said also complimented your skin tone. You wore your hair pulled away from your face, because Lydia was sure it would make it easier for Tyler to “gaze” into your eyes.

You cringed internally as you thought over that comment.

Suddenly, Lydia paused, and you whirled around to look at her.

“What are you doing?” you asked, but worry washed over you as you caught a mischievous look cross your roommate’s face. She he clasped her hands behind her uniform-clad back, feigning innocence, and said, “I just remembered, I need to grab a book for English class, so I’m gonna go run and grab it from across the street--”

“I’ll come with you!” you offered, dreading the idea of walking inside alone, but Lydia shook her head.

“No, no, it’ll only take a minute! You go start batting your eyes at Mr. Mistletoe.”

You let out a cry of disgust at the nickname she’d given Tyler, but she only laughed and made her way across the street, leaving you to walk into the Weathervane by yourself.

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The coffee shop was completely empty, and as the door swung shut behind you, a bell above rung, announcing your arrival. Anxiety shot through you, but you held your breath and squeezed your hands together in hopes that you wouldn’t turn the chair next to you into a tree stump.

“Y/n! You’re here!” called a voice from behind the espresso machine. You jumped slightly, but silently rejoiced that there was not a single plant to be seen yet.

That was until you tip-toed to the counter to see Tyler refilling a napkin dispenser: behind him, on the floor next to a small table, were a few tall ferns in a ceramic pot. Right in the center was a cluster of bright purple fern-flowers.

“How are you today?” the barista asked, smiling down at you. You meant to answer but couldn’t form a response, your focus still on the plant in front of you. Following your gaze, Tyler looked down at the ferns.

“Oh, yeah-- that’s uh, that’s yours. I thought it was, uh, I thought it was pretty. So I kept it,” he explained meekly, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. Yours were a much darker tint as you turned to look at him.

“That’s really...” you began, but couldn’t think of a way to finish. Tyler grimaced and said, “I can totally get rid of it if you think it’s weird--”

“No!” you interjected, the ferns behind Tyler shooting up as if to agree with you.

“No,” you repeated, calmer this time. “That’s really nice of you. Honestly, I thought you wouldn’t have liked them.” Tyler’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Of course I like them! Who doesn’t like flowers?”

You giggled at his response, relaxing a bit.

“So, hot chocolate and a croissant?” he asked, and once again you inwardly chastised yourself for not coming up with your order sooner. Why did he have to be so distracting? Why was his voice always so soft? Why was his personality always so inviting? Why--

You looked up to see him watching you, waiting patiently for an answer, and your face glowed red. Boston ivy crept out from under the sleeves of your sweater, though you quickly pulled at your sleeves to hide the sneaky green leaves.

“Uh, sure thing!” you managed, and he nodded with a wide grin on his face.

You needed a moment to collect yourself, so this time, instead of waiting at the counter, you set your bag down at a booth and took a seat. Pulling a book out of your bag, you took a deep breath and cursed Lydia for tricking you into coming here alone. She knew you would make a fool of yourself the first chance you got, and there you were, barely able to put a sentence together in front of the poor boy! Maybe it would just be best to leave and spare yourself further embarrassment. You could just pack up your things and--

“Here you go,” Tyler said, setting down a steaming mug of hot chocolate and a small pastry in front of you. You let out a short gasp, and a large peony burst open on the booth just behind your ear.

“Woah, sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you,” the barista said, reaching behind you to pick the pink flower from where it grew.

“No,” you began breathily, eyes laser-focused on his forearm as it moved past your head, “It’s my fault; I wasn’t paying attention.”

Tyler cupped the flower gently in his two hands and sat down across from you.

“Don’t worry about it; you just seem to get in your own head sometimes... It’s honestly kind of cute,” he admitted slowly, and a jolt of electricity shot through your body. Flowers to match the one in Tyler’s hand now covered the table. Cute?

“Really?” you asked, and he nodded, laughing. It was a soft, open laugh, one that made you feel as though this conversation was a lot more comfortable for him than it was for you. He then leaned forward, careful not to crush the other flowers on the table top, and pointed to the book you still held in your hands.

“How is it?”

“Uh, it’s great, actually. This is probably my sixth time reading it. I love it so much,” you answered, giddy at the thought of Tyler finding you attractive--

No.

Not attractive.

He didn’t say attractive.

But cute was a good enough adjective to be giddy over.

“Ha! I haven’t read it six times, but I loved it too. It’s a really relaxing book,” he agreed, and motioned as if asking permission to look at it. You held it out to him, and he took it in his free hand, his thumb holding your page. After a few moments, he smiled up at you, declaring that the page you were currently reading was one of his favorite parts.

“I write notes in the margins of my books, too,” he finished, handing the book back to you. “Maybe we could swap copies. You can read my notes, and I can read yours.”

Your eyes grew wide in excitement, and you leaned forward to match his position.

“Ah! Yes, I would love that!”

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“Aw, he sounds like such a sweetheart, y/n! And a book lover. Just your type!” Lydia cheered as you both walked back to campus. You had recounted your entire encounter with Tyler to her shortly after admonishing her for leaving you on your own. Part of you wanted to tell the story all over again just for the sake of talking about him.

It’s honestly kind of cute.

Your legs felt unsteady at the memory of his kind remarks, and you couldn’t wait to see him again. The two of you had agreed to meet at the park that weekend to swap books, and though you had been dreading this day all week, you now felt that Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.

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A/N: Gosh, I’m really starting to love these two. Thank you all for reading and supporting my work!

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#tyler galpin #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin x you #tyler galpin fluff #wednesday #wednesday addams #fluff #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #tyler galpin fanfic #tyler galpin fanfiction #nevermore

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sojourners-melancholy · 7 months

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ASPEN PARK (my @apt502-if mc)

they/she (nb) / 25 / 5’8 / musician / lesbian

appearance: thin, straight black hair that barely falls past their shoulders / olive skin with a warm undertone / dark, coffee brown eyes / mole near the corner of their right eye / wears round, wire framed glasses

ROs: L and Cal (maybe A too)

tidbits about aspen below !

got a side gig as a church pianist to keep up with living expenses despite being an atheist (money is money, y’know?). the church has 5am morning services every week, and because they can never seem to sleep at a reasonable time, they end up staying up all night and then sleep in until the afternoon. said sleeping schedule may or may not be the culprit of the soft, late night/early morning cooking ruckus that the other 502 roommates hear oftentimes. but hey—at least being up for the sunrise is nice.

falls asleep at the piano more often than not. their poor, a-little-too-well-made bed seems almost a little lonely at times. hopefully that’ll change soon (wink wink nudge nudge). the thought of selling their mattress for rent money has definitely crossed their mind at least once though.

has a messy room—it’s littered to the floor with music books and binders and stray sheets. (somehow the bed is still untouched in the middle of all this. don’t ask why.) every single one of those is solely just music they’ve played or written (and of course they brought all of it to nyc; she “might need it one day”). they all have varying levels of notes scrawled on them, but each one has a couple dates written on them—one for when they started learning/composing them, and the others for when they were performed.

classically trained as a concert pianist while they were still in school, but ended up picking up some jazz near the end to find more music-related work. doesn’t regret switching majors over to music from architecture midway through college (this is ignoring the student loans though).

personality falls more on the quiet side; can seem pretty cold at first, but it’s actually just them being awkward. the quiet demeanor stills stays as they get comfortable, although then it has more mild/gentle undertones—kind of like a bear.

deadpans a lot, which can be a bit confusing with her monotone voice at first (sometimes it’s intentional!) but you get used it. they used hate it when people (rainn) would get the two mixed up and tried to make their voice more emotive-sounding, but eventually learned to stop caring and even started playing into it (“what do you mean you still can’t tell?” “shut up! i know you meant to do that!”).

definitely has that slowburn type charm; the one where you don’t think much about (maybe even find a bit boring) but find yourself choosing to hang out with more and more as time goes on and bam! one random day, you unexpectedly make them laugh. it’s a real, genuine laugh—the one where they’re going on until they can’t breathe and their cheeks are hurting from laughing so hard. and it’s at that moment, when you’re laughing with them, where it feels like when the first ray of sunshine hits you after a long, overcast day and you get all warm and fuzzy and—shit.

fuck.

you’re in love.

but hey, the sun’s finally out; maybe it’s about time you go outside and enjoy it too. you don’t know how long it’s going to be until it hides again, but maybe—just maybe—you won’t be so scared of it going away this time. because, rainn or shine, the sun will rise again. and i think it’ll be nice if you’re there for it.

#hope you guys like em :)#and if you read all the tidbits let me know what you think hehe #ik it’s long so i made the end a little treat if you do #finally decided it was time to debut them since the demo was released #apt 502 #apartment 502 #oc debut!#sobs and cries bc of fucked up tumblr formatting

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nonotnolan · 2 years

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Fiverr Warlock: Saturdays are for Recovery

“Hey, Gus?“ Waking up with a killer headache was bad enough, but for some reason my roommate was shaking my shoulder. “Gus, wake up. You... uhh, you’re not gonna believe this, buuuut... we’ve swapped bodies.”

I sat upright, trying and failing to rub the sleep out of my eyes. “Dude. Preston. What the fuck? You, of all people, should understand that Saturdays are for recovery. I was up until 4am playing League, and you were out drinking or whatever. Fucking hell, why does my head hurt?”

“Probably because you’re dealing with my hangover,” he said, handing me a glass. “Drink that, it’ll help.” I gratefully downed the entire drink, and handed it back to him. To... me? I looked up at him, only to find that I was looking at my own body. “I wasn’t kidding,” he said, laughing at the look of confusion on my face.

“Why are you so calm?” I yelled, looking down at the chest that was clearly not my own. I found myself grasping at my new face, as if I was going to be able to feel a difference in its shape. I couldn’t get past my sudden lack of facial hair. “How the fuck did this happen?”

Preston just shrugged. “Hell if I know. It’s not like Web MD has a tutorial on this. My best guess is that if we just go about our business like normal, it will reverse itself just as quickly as it happened. I’m just hoping it’ll go away by tomorrow.”

I could scarcely believe what I was hearing. “Tomorrow!? Are you shitting me? You want me to just keep going like nothing is wrong, and maybe it will fix itself? Fuck that! We need to do something! We need to-- I don’t know, research this, or, or... tell someone who can help us, or... I don’t know... but, but something, dammit!”

He reached out and placed his hand on my shoulder, “Look, it’s not that I’m somehow okay with this. I don’t want to be stuck in your life just as much as you don’t want to be stuck in mine. But you just woke up-- I’ve already had several hours to come to terms with this. If we try to tell anyone, they’ll just claim that we’re full of shit. I can’t find anything relevant on the internet about this, and frankly, I wouldn’t have trusted it even if I did. And it’s like you said-- Saturdays are for recovery. We don’t have to do anything important today. No one will be any the wiser if we just lay low.”

“But... yeah, alright,” I said. It wasn’t what I wanted to hear, but I had to admit that it made sense. It wasn’t how people handled this sort of thing in the movies, but... well, this was real life. It wasn’t like we’d gotten into a shouting match in a Chinese Restaurant, or whatever. I glanced around Preston’s bedroom, trying to figure out where he kept his clothes. “So, uhhh... I’m pretty fuckin’ hungry. Do think it would be a big deal if I went out to grab food?”

Preston just shrugged his shoulders in response. “Should be fine. I mean, what are the odds that either of us manage to run into someone we know? It’s a big town. Even if we go out in public, I think it will be fine. Honesty hour, I was about to grab McDonalds, maybe go out and see a movie. Do whatever you want today.”

I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes. “Bending the facts to reach the outcome you want? My body must be wearing off on you.”

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When Preston asked me to use my warlock powers to swap his body with that of his roommate, I was hesitant. Not that I was afraid or unwilling to use my powers, mind you-- it wasn’t all that hard. Most of the difficulty with body swap magic is making things permanent. A 24 hour swap is the sort of thing I’d charge $50, maximum. I just didn’t want to get in the habit of casting spells on my boyfriend. We’ve only been dating for a few months, and I really hate the relationship imbalance that happens when one person is constantly relying on me for spells.

That said, he’s been really good about not begging me for trivial favors, and he really wanted something different for our three month anniversary. We both enjoy a bit of roleplay in the bedroom, so why stop at costumes? Gus’s body was... certainly different. His body is a lot more nerd-punk than I expected, and seeing it makes me wonder how on earth the two of them can stand being around each other.

“What do you think?” he asked, lifting up his shirt. “Pretty good for a computer geek, right?”

He stared at me with the same sort of confident swagger that had enticed me all those weeks ago, confirming without a doubt that this is Preston in Gus’s body, and not just Gus trying to pull a prank. I could feel myself falling for him all over again. “Pretty good, indeed. And here I was wondering if I was going to need to use magic to change this body into something serviceable.”

He placed his other hand at his waistband, and slid his pants down to his knees. “Not in the slightest,” he said, letting Gus’s manhood flop free. Preston laughed at the look of shock on my face as he started to grasp it in both hands. “It’s somewhere around eleven inches when hard,” he said. “Sometimes he’ll leave the shower naked when he thinks I’m still at the gym. I’ve wanted to try it out for myself for so long... and now it’s mine for an entire day.”

He kissed me full on the lips, the stubble of his beard scraping against my skin as his tongue probed my mouth. My brain knew this was Preston, but my senses were convinced that this was some sort of sandalwood-scented stranger. “I can’t wait to show you my appreciation,” he said, whispering into my ear. The heat of his breath caused my hair to stand up on end. Eleven inches of rock-solid cock was going to completely wreck my ass, and I didn’t even care. It’s not like I had any other plans this weekend. Besides, Saturdays are for recovery.

#male body swap #gay body swap #casual body swap #selfish magic #jock to nerd #after the swap #fiverr warlock

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sunnydayjackass · 2 years

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If you haven't already could i have something for a dense Mc? This request is inspired by me very recently coming to realize that I'm INCREDIBLY dense. This was while at work a guest was getting chatty w me at check out & handed me cash w writing on one of the bills, no biggie it happens. I completed the transaction & my manager who's now counting out the register asks if I ever call them.

Call who??

Wdym call who?

...

Manager laughed, I laughed cuz they did & then went on my lunch. I mull over manager's words 4 the joke when it hits me that the guest must've gave me their number on the cash. But then I'm mortified cuz manager asked if I ever call them. 'Them' as in plural. This is by far the fattest L in my life thus far

Nsjsnsidndj well hey, it's a nice lil confidence fluff so long as nobody acts out of pocket about it right?

Jack finds your oblivious nature endearing and adorable, there's something pure about it almost like an unknowing innocence about it which is ultimately very much to his benefit given his situation. Though that isn't to say it doesn't have it's drawbacks either.

Over the span of time Jack has been with you, his advances have been pretty subtle by choice. He doesn't want to be too forward with his advances or affections and risk spooking you off. While you're always grateful for what he does; make you breakfast, help around with chores, nap with you or curl up on the couch to chill with his arm around your shoulders- you don't seem to think much of it. Regarding him often like a best friend/roommate.

At first, that was enough. Jack told himself it could be-love could be a delicate thing and he was content with playing the long game about it. You seemed to be completely oblivious of people’s advances towards you, their flirting, their compliments, you don’t even notice when they give you your phone number. It’s a comfort that his would-be competition goes unnoticed by you and it’s a relief! For the most part. Jack worries if maybe...you don’t see his advances either or if you never will. That eventually he’ll end up like one of those dollar bills- tucked away and forgotten, that terrifies him to his core.

It becomes clear that if he wants this relationship to bloom proper, he’ll have to make the first move. And of course- he’s slow about it, still always asking if it’s alright when he cuddles with you or reaches to touch you but there’s a palpable shift in these affections. They’re more firm, more assured- the hands on your waist or shoulders, nuzzling in your hair, ect. It’ll be one of these occurrences that Jack will quietly ask if he can kiss you- to which you respond in kind with enthusiasm to and it soothes his heightened nerves. “...I’ve wanted to do that for so long, Sunshine.” he breathes across your lips with such a warm smile that it’s contagious. “...I was worried.” You barely catch that last part, it quietly slipping from his lips more to himself than anything.

Should you inquire, Jack will admit it’s that he’s been vying for your affections quietly from a safe friendly distance. If you still seem puzzled he will rattle off every occurrence that someone has flirted with you, made a pass at you, complimented you- every. single, time. It’s almost incredible that he’s got these all memorized but you’re far too flustered or embarrassed to ask why. Jack is just grateful that you chose him. All he can do for you. All he can give to you. Provide for you. Love you in ways nobody else ever could. And he’ll be sure to show that to you. To reinforce his place in your life, cement it. Without you- he’s nothing.

#there's something wrong with sunny day jack #theres something wrong with sunny time jack #something's wrong with sunny day jack #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack #sdj #tswwsdj #swwsdj #sunny day jack x reader #sdj x reader

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heejayy · 1 year

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Shuri U. || Jealousy

Warning • slight swearing

Genre • angst, fluff towards the end

Pairing • Shuri x Black Fem! Reader

It’s been hours since Shuri promised you she’d come to bed. She’s still stuck in that lab with that American girl, she invited her to come back and now it’s like she won’t leave. You had left the room a while yet they haven’t noticed you staring at them from outside of the glass cubicle as they were in giggling away.

“You know staring is not going to fix a thing y/n” Okoye spoke sneaking up on you. If you weren’t so in your head you would’ve been startled.

“It will, if I stare long enough they’ll notice and it’ll make them as uncomfortable as they made me” Okoye scoffed shaking her head.

“I’m so sick of this she’s been down here with that American girl all day, she hasn’t spared me one glance” you huffed finally turning your full attention to general. She gave you a slight confused and amused look “y/n aren’t you…American?”

You narrowed your eyes at her “that’s not the point, plus I’ve been here longer so technically I’m Wakadan” she chuckled shaking her head.

“Well of you’re feeling jealous talk to Shuri don’t sulk and hide your feeling like a child, that’ll solve nothing.” You huffed again feeling that feeling of frustration and anxiety set in.

“I need some rest, I’ll see you later” you gave her weak smile walking away.

Unfortunately your mind was running a fucking race and you couldn’t get any sleep so you decided to call your old friend back in the US.

“Oh my god he’s so adorable!” You squealed at your friend Adam’s new puppy on FaceTime.

“Ah thanks,” he smiled moving the puppy out of the frame “so how’ve you been?” He asked with a worried expression. You sighed not really wanting to bore him with the details.

“I don’t know it’s just my girlfriend- she’s been hanging out with this girl from the states and has been ignoring me all week, I go to her and ask her if she wants to hang out it’s always ‘oh no I’m busy maybe later’ it’s truly frustrating and i-“

“Ok take a breather,” he chuckled “have you spoken to her?” You rolled your eyes.

“Didn’t I just say she doesn’t have the time?” You ask letting out a frustrated laugh.

“I mean really talked her like pulled her aside and told her how you feel?” He elaborated. You got quiet and began to pick the lent off your shirt “not really…” he sighed rolled his eyes.

“Oh please Adam you know I’m a horrible communicator!” Just as you were about to say something else Shuri walked through your bedroom door with a small knock.

“Hey usana (baby) I thought you were staying in my room tonight” she gave you a playfully smile as she walked over to you. She better be lucky you even stayed in the palace instead of going home.

“I just wanted to-“

“Who’s that?” She asked cutting you off noticing your friend on the phone “oh this is just Adam, say hey Adam” he waved to Shuri with a wide friendly smile, but shuri looked unamused with this guy she didn’t know on your phone.

“I don’t think I’ve even met this…Adam” she spoke his name like it was the most vile thing that has left her mouth. You shifted uncomfortably clearing your throat, “you haven’t he was my old roommate before I transferred colleges.” She cocked an eyebrow nodding slowly

“Well don’t stay on the phone too long, I miss you” she smiled as she grabbed your chin giving you a kiss making sure it was in the camera frame.

“Don’t be long” she smirked before leaving.

How embarrassing, you thought.

“Well she seems lovely” Adam grinned as his face slowly turned red.

“The nerve of her!”

You stayed on call with Adam for about another hour before heading to Shuri’s room, but when you checked she wasn’t there.

Of course she wasn’t.

You wondered your way down to her lab to see her with Riri together again for the thousandth time this week. “I thought you said your wanted to go to sleep?” She didn’t even flinch at the sound of your voice.

“Well you were busy and we couldn’t sleep.”

“We?” You asked becoming slightly more aggravated.

“Yeah I called her down cause I couldn’t sleep and she couldn’t either” Riri spoke up with that ear to ear grin she’s always wearing.

Sickening, you thought.

You rolled your eye and began to tap your foot annoyed. Shuri picked up on your actions but didn’t say anything.

“Shuri can I speak to you…alone?” Shuri didn’t move an inch at your question.

“Shuri!” You finally snapped losing all your patience with this girl. Riri’s body jolted at your outburst and awkwardly looked between you two “I-I’ll leave if you need me to” she sat down her tools and hastily made her way out the lab.

“What do you want and why are you being rude?” She asked annoyed turning to face you.

“What do I want?! What I want is a little attention from my girlfriend! Maybe I’m being a selfish jealous bitch but I feel like you’re pulling away from me! Every time she visits you just disappear. Yeah maybe I’m not as smart as you and half the time I have no idea what you the fuck you’re talking about when it come to this science shit but that doesn’t mean I don’t care and it doesn’t mean you should exclude me!”

You could feel your body shaking from anger and tears threatening to spill. It’s one of the reason you hate being confrontational.

“What about that boy you were talking to huh?” You furrowed you eyebrow on confusion. “Adam?! Me and Adam has never had anything going on we’re just friends, and how dare you try to get mad and turn this on me when you didn’t even acknowledge me when you and riri were down here giggling having the time of your life’s” she stayed silent hanging her head low while clenching and unclenching her jaw.

“If we can’t make time for each other while also making time for our friends I don’t think this is gonna work” her head shot up “what do you mean?”

You bit the inside of your cheek looking away “I- just forget it” you sigh walking away from the whole situation.

Shuri was now pissed and confused, she didn’t fully understand why you lashed out on her and Riri. All she knew as you were upset and gone now she has to fix it, but first she needed some advice from someone she fully trusted, someone she saw as family.

Shuri found herself in Okoyes living room with a blanket and a cup of tea. “I don’t understand she hasn’t said anything at all and now all of sudden she angry about us hanging out?” Okoye sighed at the young clueless queen.

“Shuri my child you are blind if you haven’t noticed your girlfriends blatant emotions, y/n might try to hide things but she’s truly is a horrible liar” she chuckled as she took a sip of her tea then placed it on the table “She’s been feeling this way for quite some time.”

“So she hates Riri, what am I suppose to do?” Okoye rolled her eyes shaking her head.

“You are very smart when it comes to science but clueless to love” Shuri took a sharp breath in offended by her words. “she does not hate Riri she hates the fact you give Riri more attention than her, she just wants reassurance from you that’s all. And yes it may be a little insecure and childish but you two are still young and figuring this whole love thing out” Shuri nodded slowly understanding your outbursts now.

“Ok I’ll go to her. Hopefully she doesn’t hate me, and please stay I want to do this alone” Okoye gave one of her rare smiles to the young queen who hurried out of her home.

Shuri pinpointed your last location to the apartment you bought when you first moved to Wakanda. She stood outside of your door for what seemed like centuries trying to gain the courage to knock. She finally knocked hearing a few noises before you opened the door “I don’t want to speak to you now go home.”

“My love just hear me out I understand now” she begged have her hand on the door trying to keep it open. You shook your head, you wanted to hear what she had to say so you opened the door wide enough for her to enter.

“You got 5 minutes, speak” normally she corrects you when you speak to her wish such attitude but she let it slide this time.

“Okay so what I want to start off with is that I’m terribly sorry my love, I never meant to make you feel like I didn’t love nor want you anymore. I just get so excited and caught up in the moment when we work together” she scooted closer to you hoping you wouldn’t mind.

“I hope you can forgive me I truly am sorry for making you feel like you were less important, you are my top priority above everything I swear” you poked out your lips out pouting, you now felt like you were being dramatic. You never wanted to pull Shuri away from her friends or the thing she loves most besides you which is science.

“No Shuri I’m the one that should be sorry, I lashed out and embarrassed you in front of your company. I’m so sorry” you held you head down low in shame feeling heat creep up your cheeks.

“It’s ok baby I promise we just have to work on communicating better” she let out quiet giggle reaching for your hand to hold in hers.

You leaned your head on her shoulder as she held you closer “I love you very much I hope you know that” she said leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“I love you more my Shuri.”

#shuri x reader #shuri x black!reader #shuri imagine #shuri angst #shuri fluff #mcu #black panther #wakanda forever #letitia wright #shuri udaku #mcu imagine

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criolla-star · 4 months

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Overwhelmed( Vinny x Garmadon part 7)

(You should check out part 1-6 if you haven’t already)Nah part 7 already I mean I am uploading everyday but I feel like time went by quickly honestly this little story helped my account grow a little thank you❤️)(I’d appreciate if you check out my other book)(in my au Nya is taller than Jay)

The two weren’t honestly paying attention to what Wu said but Lloyd looked over to his friends and the all gave him thumbs up as motivation, this made Lloyd smile before turning back to his father. “You need let your anger out you need to have a strong negative feeling” Garmadon told his son which made Lloyd roll his eyes.

“Pay attention to your father Lloyd he’s the only one that can teach you this”Wu said, which Lloyd replied, “Fine…” as he began thinking of things he hated. “Hurry up we haven’t gotten forever”Garmadon said starting to get annoyed. “The hell you think I’m doing!”Lloyd replied angrily causing the two to start fighting.

“You think Lloyd will ever learn to control his oni form?”Nya asked, the others thought for a moment, “It is most likely that he will learn as one of his greatest fears is becoming evil as Garmadon was it would be illogical for him not to learn it”Zane replied they all nodded at Zane. “What do you think Vinny? You think he’ll learn?” Cole asked. Vinny turned his attention from Lloyd and Garmadon to the ninja, “Yea I think he will it’ll probably take a while but he’ll learn eventually” Vinny responded Trying to ignore Lloyd who was yelling.

“Honestly teaching a cat is better than teaching you”Garmadon said staring at Lloyd who had many failed attempts, hearing this made the ninja and Vinny laugh. “Brother be easy on him, you can not expect him to learn easily”Wu said. Garmadon let out a sigh, “Well he clearly only achieved that form once and It was only for around 10seconds” Garmadon replied to his brother earning a sigh in return. “Vinny can’t you make him calm down, friendlier or well more patient?” Kai asked causing the others to look at him curiously. “What I’m just saying, if he stayed with Vinny he must have become friends or something” the fire elemental added on explaining his point. “You have a point Kai” Jay said, “Yea maybe you can just tell to well um.. “You have to be more patient?”Cole added.

“Guys calm down he may be roommates with Garmadon but that doesn’t mean he still isn’t a little bit scared of him” Nya said to them trying to relieve stress off Vinny. “N-No it’s fine Nya I can try..”Vinny replied, the others stared at him for a moment, “You do not have to do it if you feel pressured we understand” Zane spoke earning nods from the others. “It’s fine really!”Vinny said before he went over to Garmadon. “I swear he better be alright or so help me i don’t kill you three” Nya said as she stared at Kai, Cole and Jay.

Vinny was with Garmadon, “Can you give me a second to talk to him” Vinny asked Wu and Lloyd, which the both nodded. “What’s wrong?Is something bothering you?”Garmadon asked a little worried something happened to Vinny. “What?no nothing’s wrong…I’m just wondering if you could be a little more patient with Lloyd and friendlier”Vinny replied talking quietly so the others don’t hear. “I-how friendly and patient are you talking about?”Garmadon responded in the same quiet voice. Vinny could feel everyones’ eyes staring at him as he talked to Garmadon, but of course only the ninja except Lloyd knew what was happening, “Wellll…you know how I was with you maybe like that…but it’s alright if you don’t want to I don’t wanna force anything but Lloyd isn’t learning with you yelling at him and I doubt you would’ve learned if I yelled at you..”Vinny said. Garmadon stared at him his cheeks had purple blush on them, he eventually nodded he could say no to a face like that, “Thank you!” Vinny said happily. “I love you”Vinny whispered to Garmadon before he ran over back to the ninja, hearing this made his heart race and his blush obviously deepened. This also cause Wu to stare at his brother for a while

The ninja stares at Vinny with a hopeful look as he went over to them happily.“What did he say?I bet he said yes you literally squealed thank you”Jay said in an ecstatic voice and obviously very quickly. Vinny nodded at Jay, before earning a hug from Kai, “Okay so everyone we have a Garmadon whisperer, like he didn’t even yell or do shit to him” Kai continued. The others laughed except Zane, he was observing Garmadon as he scanned his and noticed his heart rate speed up and face have a tint of purple, Zane was going to remember to ask Vinny about it later.

Everyone turned their attention to Garmadon and Lloyd. The green ninja decided maybe he should exert his anger in the way he did before by movement. Lloyd started doing backflips and random ass moves but he tripped and fell. Garmadon was gonna yell but remembered what Vinny told him then held out his hand to assist his son. Lloyd obviously hesitated before grabbing his fathers’ hand and standing back up, “Thank you…I guess..”Lloyd said out surprisingly. “Damn Vinny you really managed to convince Garmadon were you gonna do something for him?”Cole asked he was just as surprised as when everyone found out Lloyd was the green ninja. “No I didn’t offer anything I guess he just listens to me..”Vinny replied which cause Kai to continue calling him ‘the Garmadon whisperer“Think of the worst thing happening to something or someone you love” Garmadon told his son. Lloyd tried he thought about his family and friends dying but nothing worked. “Try thinking about what could’ve happened if I never decided to change I would’ve gone back to my old ways and probably do worse things to Ninjago”Garmadon said in an attempt to aggravate Lloyd this worked slightly as he had the purple smoke come of of his hands.

Lloyd began thinking of all the terrible things that could’ve happened and eventually began getting extremely close to his form. “Good keep thinking of whatever you’re thinking about, think about becoming how I was if you don’t learn to control your oni side” Garmadon said, the thought of ever becoming like his father sent him off edge and he eventually transformed. “Good, stay like that to control it you need not let the evil side that over you have to focus on who you are”Garmadon said ,Lloyd listened he had to there was no going back at this point it was now or never, he carefully thought about using his form for good and justice not to harm anyone but to protect it took awhile of these thoughts but they eventually managed to do it. Lloyd managed to transform into his oni form on will but not control he couldn’t control the strength which will probably take longer.

Jay, Kai and Vinny fell asleep, who could blame them it’s been 3 hours and they were exhausted. Lloyd went over to his friends and was pulled into a hug, Garmadon and Wu following behind, “You can show them that tomorrow, but holy shit that was cool”Cole said squeezing Lloyd in the hug. “Yea but honestly I’m exhausted and how do we get them up?” Lloyd said pointing to the three sleeping. “I’ll carry Jay, Cole can carry a Kai and well since Garmadon shares a room with Vinny Garmadon can take him” Nya said, which everyone agreed to. “That was impressive Lloyd when we first began I estimated it would have taken 3months for you to transform on will”Zane said which Lloyd stared at thankful he managed to fit it in into 3hours. “Haha imagine Lloyd managed to fit 3months in 3hours wow”Cole chuckles out with Kai in his arms. “I do believe the only reason it was cut down was because Vinny managed to convince Garmadon to be more patient” Zane said pointing towards Garmadon. “Wow so that’s why you changed? Kinda interesting you listen to him but not your brother” Lloyd said staring at his father. “I’ve never listened to my brother” Garmadon replied staring at Wu. “Yes you make that very clear brother, now maybe you should take Vinny up to your room it would be a shame to keep him sleeping there it must be rather uncomfortable”Wu replied out hearing this made Garmadon quickly react then carefully pick him up and hold him bridal style. “Zane take him up will you?” Wu said which Zane nodded to.

They both went up in the elevator and stood there. Garmadon stared at Vinny who was sleeping peacefully in his arms before smiling slightly and blushing.“Your heart rate increased when you looked at Vinny and before when he was talking to you your heart rate increased as well a common thing associated with heart rate increase is love, do you feel a connection with him?”Zane said. Garmadon stared at him and didn’t respond he blushed quite a lot hearing this, “it’s alright I will not tell anyone I am just curious I noticed when we were eating you were stressed but he grabbed your hand and you calmed down” Zane added the elevator reached the top, “So what if I do like him said you better not tell anyone” Garmadon said as he walked away receiving a nod from Zane.

Garmadon reached their room and gently placed Vinny on the bed before watering Christofern and the laying on the bed, “Holy shit..he wasn’t kidding this bed is soft…”Garmadon thought but his thought was cut off to Vinny grabbing onto him and snuggling him, he smiled before he fell asleep.

(I was supposed to release this earlier but couldn’t so sorry but hope you enjoy it’s a pretty long chapter)

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