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rubra-wav · 2 months

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Main Hazbin Hotel cast x fallen angel reader who wants to cut off their wings (drabble - hc format)

Req by: @lightmoon99

A/N: I fucking love fallen angel angst type content, it's my bread and butter. I hope I was able to do it some justice <3

Cw: SFW, decapitation, a bit angsty, platonic, cannibalism, Gn!Reader

When you had fallen from heaven to hell, your hate for your more angelic attributes that had already existed before the fall only deepened.

You hated the sensation of the weight that signified your wings were, in fact, still there even when your halo had been taken when the exterminators had left you to die here.

You hated that you had to feel the pain of your attempt to hide them under cloaks and baggy clothes with ropes pinning them to your back.

When you came to the hazbin hotel, you were open from the get-go with Charlie, hoping she would sympathise being the daughter of a fallen angel herself.

It of course didn't take long for others in the hotel to find out you are a fallen angel, however it did take longer for them to find out simultaneously during a group exercise that you wanted to discard any and all heavenly reminders of what you used to be.

Charlie

- She's horrified when you bring out your wings in a flourish and say such a thing while gesturing to them.

- It's not too surprising considering you hide them practically all the time, but it still fills her with a sense of grief for you to think such a thing.

- She immediately tries to shut it down, telling you that you shouldn't hurt yourself and should be proud you have such gorgeous wings!

- Would apologise and go silent when she realises how badly she's messed up in saying that seeing your expression.

- Only continues speaking to dissuade some of the poor ideas coming from others in the group.

- She'd probably try to think up ways to make it up to you after the meeting.

- Probably tries to suggest doing some trauma work type things? She doesn't know a lot about that kind of thing, but she could get some books on it to try!

- Actually ends up learning a bit about trauma treatment stuff outside of the awful pop culture live love laugh stuff she's on about most of the time.

- Ends up helping out with you coping a bit better in the end due to that.

- Keeps trying but fails to do anything to dissuade certain members of the hotel to stop encouraging you to remove your wings, however.

Vaggie

- She's stung as a wingless fallen angel herself that you'd want to do such a thing.

- But she also understands all the same why you'd feel that way.

- Would respond in a way that's understanding, but ultimately awkward and clunky due to how she is normally.

- Made worse due to her own angst about it.

- Afterwards, she would probably try to have a private chat to you about it since it's clear you're struggling and logically she's gonna probably be the one most understanding.

- May even reveal she's a fallen too if you're close to try and give you a feeling of comradery in a pretty bleak way.

- She's got basically the opposite of what you've got, but it'd still be bonding and mutual support.

- Would be emotionally supporting you and encouraging you to try work through the trauma rather than harming / cutting off your wings.

- What the hotel doesn't have is a doctor, so you'd be screwed if you decapitated a part of yourself.

- She doesn't want you to feel inclined towards taking up certain members' offers either.

- She knows that the others are not going to stop with their bullshit so she actively tries to educate you on what they are up to really and all the risks that come with.

Angel

- When he first hears it, he cringes very noticeably despite his usual persona.

- The definition of 'that's rough, buddy.'

- He feels terrible for you that you'd feel such a way, but he also has absolutely no clue how to express it at all.

- Probably would be the type to try distract you from the bad by having fun, so he'd be trying to get you to hang out with him and either go to parties or go on various shenanigans.

- He's not good at emotionally comforting people at all, so he's awkward as hell and at loss when it gets particularly bad for you.

- But he's always there to try do activities with you to take your mind off of it.

- And he also needs it as well honestly. It's nice having someone who's also feeling shitty so you can mutually drag each other out to do things rather than wallowing in bs and feeling worse and worse.

- Probably calls out Cherry as well because she's always good at cheering him up.

- He knows quite a few people from a lot of different walks of life, so chances are he could get you in contact with someone who'd be able to perform removal surgery if after everything you still want it done.

- No strings attached as well with his assistance, unlike Alastor.

Husk

- He'd not really react at all initially outside of maybe raising his brows at your comment.

- Obviously, it's bad, but he just prefers to play his cards to his chest with how he truly feels about things.

- Would be actively being bitter as fuck at most of the other residents suggesting stupid shit though in a way that's honestly protective.

- Basically shuts all of them down one by one, calling them out on their crap.

- When Alastor points out how he 'seems to care awfully much about you' Husk scoffs and tells him to fuck off.

- Shuts up for the rest of the group part of the interaction.

- Afterwards though, he'd have a private conversation with you and actually gives you some good advice.

- Tells you that you should do whatever the hell you want but also to not let the opinions and thoughts others dictate that.

- If you want to do that, it's really your decision, and nobody has any right to try to tell you what you should do with your own wings.

- Doesn't really share his own opinion on what he thinks you should do because it's asinine and would be hypocritical to what he's encouraging.

- Just encourages you to think for yourself rather than just going with what the idiots and asshole are trying to fill your head with.

- And if you do decide to get them removed? Make sure to be safe with it.

Sir Pentious

- He very obviously feels bad for you. He shows it all over his face but also has no clue how to express it properly.

- So, naturally, he automatically goes to propose a practical solution to the problem.

- "I can do that for you, my fallen friend! I have experience with my creations, so I should be able to attemp-"

- He doesn't even get to finish his sentence before he's very rudely interrupted by Husk and told to fuck off with that shitty idea.

- Visibly deflates when he's told he's not a doctor and is just some inventor wannabe.

- He'd shut up for the rest of the meeting, moping and glaring between Husk and Alastor.

- But afterwards, he's approaching you saying he would try his best to do it if you asked.

- Would go and start researching how to do the procedure and starts meticulously learning about how to properly do it.

- Whether you decide on him doing the procedure or not, he wants to be ready just in case.

- He has no idea how to emotionally provide for you properly in this situation, so he's doing what he does best and is working practically. He's all open to any way he can be of assistance, however.

- Absolutely asked his eggs for advice on what to do and got nowhere.

Alastor

- Person number 2 who receives a resounding 'shut up' message via Husk.

- His eyes absolutely light up when you say you want to remove your wings, grin widening as he takes on a sweet tone that does not match his intentions at all.

- "Well, that could certainly be arranged, darling."

- Asks if you'd like to make a deal for your wings in exchange for something you want from him. He'd take you to someone skilled enough to do the operation.

- He wants a meal that is heavenly in a completely different kinda way.

- It's not every day you get to eat angel wings. And it wasn't like you wanted them, and he sure did.

- Even if you're friends, he wants to win the rare delicacy competition he has going with Rosie. If he bought some skilfully cooked dish with your wings in it, he'd win without a shadow of a doubt.

- It's not like he'd be lying about getting them removed, either. Just his intentions for volunteering to do so.

- Shuts up about it after the first mention of it and being called out by Husk, going on about something different after.

- But he's already plotting out what he can do to get what he wants.

- Would actively be sabotaging Pentious the whole time he's studying how to do the procedure as well. Those wings are going to be his, and he will not be the second choice when you (in his mind at least) inevitably come to him for assistance.

- He won't actively make your misery worse, but he will act as a passive influence urging you towards his goal.

Niffty

- Would also say she can remove your wings.

- But, would then proceed to try and do just that without even allowing you to process what she's said.

- Gets caught thrashing around like a madwoman in mid-air by Vaggie who saw it coming from a mile away.

- Wants to get your wings taxidermied and framed because she thinks they would make an excellent decorative piece in the hotel.

- Would then need to be kept in sight at all times away from you as she would be repeatedly trying again and again to destroy the cloaks you wear to hide your wings to get to them.

- Already had been collecting your feathers for several months and had already sorted those into a freaky art piece.

- So she's more than ready for a more substantial specimen.

- Was the one to actually expose you as being an angel in the first place - unintentionally by mentioning the giant feathers she'd found in your trash.

- Would probably be placated if you gave her more feather tbh. She thinks your wings and feathers are just wonderful.

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comicaurora · 7 months

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thoughts on Castlevania: Nocturne?

HO BOY WHAT A RIDE

ok to start off, the short list of things I wasn't a huge fan of

The dialogue was a little bit wack in places; Richter's extremely badass "there's something you've forgotten about belmonts, I'd forgotten it too" line fizzling out into "ok I was gonna do a one-liner but eh fuck it" was a pretty representative example. Kinda snapped me out of the scene when I was otherwise hella invested

Erzsebet's dumb onion haircut

this is a nitpick but solar eclipses are only visible from very small areas of the earth because the moon's shadow is much smaller than the earth so even if Erzsebet is magically holding the moon in place it'll only produce eternal night in like a third of france

castlevania let even one mom survive a season challenge 2k23

On to the good stuff!

Every character, even the nastiest antagonists, being clearly and consistently motivated by core traits that sometimes lead to them switching between opposing and helping Team Good Guy, I lost it when Olrox smoked his way into Casa Good Guy to give them a plot device in the most unnecessarily threatening way possible

Love that Richter's brand of snark is a blend of Trevor and Sypha's, he's just as sassy as Trevor but all his quips show Sypha's chipperness. Also love that he copes with the Belmont Trauma by constantly deflecting and light-heartedly downplaying The Horrors until he finally cracks

Maria's cute lil pokemon

Richter getting his magic back!! What a beautiful scene, what good animation, what powerful shots

Richter's unique fighting style! As soon as his magic comes back it's All Throwing Hands All The Time and I really appreciate how anime protagonist he is about it

ALUCARD'S RETURN

Edouard's singing being so good it keeps giving people their souls back, also one of the most gorgeous night creature designs ever put to paper

Annette's entire deal is so profoundly powerful and I love how they're using her ancestral magic to expand on the ramifications of Castlevania's "all legends are true" undercurrents

This show feels extremely focused on the specific political landscape of the historical period it takes place in unlike Castlevania's more loose historical setting

The THEMES of colonialism and vampirism being one and the same

Olrox being like "oh you want to make a new world empire of absolute conquest? heard that one before" and somehow none of the other bad guys pick up on the subtext of "and it was FUCKING BAD"

Sekhmet-Erzsebet's cape shoulder-halo thing being the Egyptian sun-on-a-boat symbol is subtle and it slaps

"who's dracula" lmao

#asks #not aurora #media recs

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claudemblems · 10 months

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Cloud + Reno Flirting Headcanons | FFVII

Summary: How they flirt with you at the beginning vs. a long time into your relationship. Fem!Reader.

Notes: I've been in a huge Cloud Strife loving mood (probably because I recently finished CCR) and I'm also just coping with the fact that I don't have a PS5 to play Rebirth AAA

Cloud Strife

Beginning of the Relationship

Honestly, he's not even sure how he managed to win your heart in the first place. Poor boy is confused

He has absolutely no experience when it comes to romance, much less flirting but that's what happens when your life is full of unresolved trauma + Sephiroth

And, in his own words, he has "no good qualities" besides knowing how to swing a sword

A lot of time is spent in his room practicing pick-up lines in the mirror and then cringing at himself because oh gosh he's just so AWKWARD has he always been like this???

He only tried learning how to flirt in the first place in order to impress you and because that's what "normal couples do" but he soon realized he's not normal and it's best to just leave it at that

Eventually he just gives up and treats you like he normally does. Soft glances, lingering touches, and the occasional smile when he's feeling especially fond

Thankfully you don't seem to mind his, but part of him still feels guilty that he's not as romantic with you as he could be

Established Relationship

Over time Cloud's figured out how to flirt with you in his own way

His quiet observations have led him to figure out what sorts of things you like and what specifically makes you all flustered

On that note, one of Cloud's favorite things now is making you turn into a blushing mess

He's not usually so bold, but the sight of you hiding your face in your hands and stumbling on your words makes his heart do backflips

He's not saying it out loud, but internally he's crying over how cute you are

And he's not even doing anything super flirty. He just does his usual thing but turns it up a notch, and it works like a charm

Soft glances turn into unabashed stares. Lingering touches turn into hands trailing down your waist or jawline. Smiles turn into lips pressed against your cheek, already over and done with before you can register what happened

Without fail, you're left wearing a flustered expression, unable to form the right words in response. And it inflates Cloud's ego. Just a little bit

Reno

Beginning of the Relationship

It's no secret that Reno's universally known as a shameless flirt, but now that he's involved with you, he becomes even more shameless than before

He pulls out all the stops to elicit a reaction from you. Not only does it fill him with pride knowing he has such effect on you, but he also just finds your facial expressions to be incredibly adorable. And he WILL tell you that

Whether it's a hand on your thigh during meetings or whispered words against your ear in the hallways, he never passes up an opportunity to make you flustered

However, you should know that none of his words are shallow or spoken half-heartedly. When he calls you lovely or breathtaking, he means every word he says

He would never tell you something he doesn't mean, so no rejecting his compliments, okay? You deserve to have nice things said about you

And he always makes sure to say something sweet to you every single morning

Just seeing that gorgeous smile appear on your face lifts his spirits. He wouldn't trade your happiness for anything

Established Relationship

After a while, Reno tones down on the flirting, but he's still the same suave romancer you know him to be

Now that he's with you, he just feels like he doesn't have to try so hard, you know?

It's not that he didn't enjoy flirting with you at every given moment in the beginning. It just sunk in one day that you're his, and no one is ever going to take you away from him

Now he knows that all it takes to make you flustered is a sincere "I love you" falling from his lips. What you want is something real and genuine, and the same goes for him

He still pulls tricks on you if only to see you glaring at him all red in the face, but his romantic gestures have become much more natural

It's a quick kiss on the cheek when he has to go off on a mission, a hand on your waist as you sit on his lap, or a gentle ruffling of your hair when you're playing coy with him

At the end of the day, he knows he doesn't have to prove how much he loves you. You already know you have a place in his heart

And, without question, he knows that he has a place in yours, too

#I just wanted to write for FFVII again :3 #these boys do something to me #🪻 - kat writes #ffvii x reader #cloud x reader #reno x reader

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loversj0y · 7 months

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three drunk nights.

wilbur soot x gn! reader

TWs: lots of drinking and alcohol, alcohol is used as a coping mechanism (dont do this), slightly suggestive content, vomiting, jokes about vomiting, lots of pining, drunk kisses n drunk confessions

word count: 8.8k (specifically 8888 words)

note: MAR IS FINALLY POSTING WHO CHEERREEDDDDDD this fic was a tiny idea that i discussed a bit with a friend and then it just absolutely spiraled into this. this is also probably the most suggestive thing i will ever write (it's not that suggestive, i am just anxious so i actually had to ask someone if one of the lines was too suggestive so-) anyway. hope you enjoy! big thank you to everyone who chatted with me about this fic and helped me brainrot over this concept so i could actually stay motivated

taglist: @l0veb0mb1ng / @corequeen / @zooone / @melunnek / @shubblelive

When you moved to Brighton, you knew you would have to find a roommate. Rent was expensive, and your salary wouldn’t be nearly enough to live alone. You didn’t expect your roommate to end up being Wilbur Soot. You didn’t know who he was when you met him, he just seemed like a kind guy looking for a new roommate. You were a bit wary at first, when you’d only communicated over texts after seeing ads in a coffee shop, but after meeting him, you felt okay to move in. He was a genuinely nice guy, and not only did he make you feel safe, the two of you ended up getting pretty close quite quickly. It helped that he was funny and kind and had the most gorgeous eyes you’d ever seen.

You couldn’t deny just how attractive you found your roommate. Even when you first met him, you thought he was quite fit, but you made an agreement with yourself that you wouldn’t catch feelings. You needed a place to live more than another ruined relationship under your belt.

Your heart didn’t quite agree. Within the first three weeks of living together, you’d become entranced by him, a crush that took over your body and soul. Every time you looked at him, it brought a grin across your face, and every time he looked at you, it had a wine flush rising to your cheeks.

Regardless, you wouldn’t act on it. As overwhelming as it was, you couldn’t risk it. Wilbur is always home, so it makes it kind of hard to escape him, but at least when he’d stream, you could have time alone without having to worry about acting like a fool.

Today was like that. When you got home from work, you could faintly hear the sound of Wilbur talking and yelling in his room, and you smiled at the sound. You changed out of your uniform foremost, grabbing some headphones as you walked into the kitchen. You used the headphones to play music, not wanting to risk disturbing Wilbur. Instead, you started making some dinner. Just something simple and easy, and you made a portion for Wilbur too. Even if he’d already eaten, you could at least save it for lunch tomorrow. You finally had a day off, and you were so incredibly excited to do nothing except lay in bed for hours. The cooking was calming too, allowing you to unwind from a stressful day. And speaking of unwinding from a stressful day, you grabbed a wine glass and poured yourself a quick glass, humming along to the song playing in your headphones. You drank and cooked at the same time, until your pasta was done, and you started preparing yourself a plate. You prepared a plate for Wilbur as well, setting it in the microwave to stay warm. You grabbed your glass of wine first, and as you went to reach for your plate, you yelped and jumped as you felt a hand on your shoulder, splashing wine across your shirt.

You pulled your headphones off, turning quickly to see Wilbur, chuckling softly.

“Sorry, I called out, didn’t realise you didn’t hear me over the headphones.” He smiled softly, then frowned when he saw your shirt, “Sorry. Didn’t mean to make you jump.”

You shook your head softly, “It’s alright. Didn’t realise you were done already,” you hummed, grabbing a napkin even though you knew your shirt would need a lot more than just that. “I made you some pasta too. It’s in the microwave, I didn’t want it to get cold.”

He smiled fondly, humming, “Thanks.” He reached for his plate, and you walked to your room to change quickly. “Did work go well?” He called out as he sat down on the couch.

“Eh, it was fine,” you called back to him. “How was your stream?” You asked, walking back into the room to pour yourself another glass of wine before eating.

“It went well. Just did some Geoguessr.”

You nodded, sitting next to him on the couch as you began eating. You grabbed the remote, tossing it to him.

He chuckled and took it, putting on some random YouTube videos for you to watch while you ate. Most of the meal was silent, occasional quips in between videos being the most spoken until you finished your food. You washed your plate quickly, knowing you’d be annoyed if you left it for tomorrow. Wilbur did the same after, humming as he looked around the cupboards.

“You’re off tomorrow right?”

You nodded, “Yeah, why?”

“You want a drink?” He hummed, grabbing a bottle of vodka from the cupboard. You thought about it. It’d been a while since you drank anything, and it’s not like you had any obligations tomorrow anyway, so…

“Sure,” you hummed, “Just use a mixer. You are not getting me to drink anything straight ever again.”

He rolled his eyes, “That was one time.”

“One time that resulted in me throwing up in a parking lot,” you remind him. He chuckles, starting to pour the drinks, “And now you have a very fun night out story to tell people.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes, “Yes, and I’d like to keep the number of those stories at one.”

He hummed a bit, shrugging as he handed you a drink, “We’ll see. Cheers.” You tapped your glass against his, taking a quick sip.

“Wow, for once? It actually tastes drinkable.”

He snorted and rolled his eyes, “I know what I’m doing.” He grinned, and you followed him over to the couch, sitting down next to him.

As the drinks flowed, so did words and stories from both your lips as you sat next to each other, the TV having been forgotten in respect to the far more interesting view in front of you. Wilbur’s cheeks were dusted in pink from the alcohol, and you were almost certain that yours matched. Though it wasn’t just the alcohol in your case.

“Have you ever really been in love?” He’d asked a few minutes ago, and it brought on a whole conversation about past love.

It’s not like your case was tragic. It just wasn’t exactly the most loving either.

“Honestly? My ex was the most boring person you’d ever meet. Even now, it’s been almost two years since he and I were together, right?” You chuckled softly, “I couldn’t tell you a single thing about his personality. He wasn’t even interested in anything. And it’s not like he was mean or anything, the relationship was fine, but he barely even kissed me. Like if it’s been about two years since before we broke up, it’s probably been like two and a half since I’ve last been kissed.” You laughed, finding amusement in it, as morbid as that seemed.

“Really?” He asked, “Even when me and my ex broke up, we’d still at least been kissing by that point. Granted, that was only a few months ago, but still.”

“I’m serious, it was,” you hummed, “it was something to say the least. Truthfully, I question if maybe I’m just a shit kisser or something. Sometimes I wonder if I’d even remember how to kiss someone at this point.”

He tilted his head a bit, “Hm, I doubt you’d be a bad kisser. Have you ever- like- practised with someone? So they can tell you?”

You snorted, almost choking on your drink, “God, no, I, never,” your cheeks flamed as you shook your head. “Never was really close enough to anyone to do that, I guess.”

He was silent for a quick moment, “Would you?”

The bright blush on your cheeks didn’t falter as you spoke, “I’m not sure, uhm, it depends on who it is and-”

“Me.” He hummed, a grin on his face. “If you wanted to practise, and I offered, would you?”

This was incredibly dangerous territory for your brain. The logical part of you probably would’ve ended the conversation, switching topics onto something you felt that you could discuss safely without your heart trying to overtake it. But honestly, before you could even consider the consequences, the alcohol had knocked down the filter in your brain, leading to your easy response of, “Yeah.”

That brought a slight blush to Wilbur’s cheeks, and god, you didn’t even have the words to describe how gorgeous he looked right now with his tousled hair, loose striped shirt giving you a peek at his collarbone, and the alluring pink that covered his cheeks. He set his drink down, though the glass was empty anyway, and he shifted a bit closer to you.

“Do you want to practise? I can give you a thorough review.” Despite his big words, his blushing was just as bad as yours.

You should say no. This is probably a bad idea. It’s a terrible fucking idea. It’s a bad idea.

“Yeah.”

Wilbur didn’t hesitate, his hand wrapping around your neck and pulling you in for a kiss. It was soft for about half a second. Then it was passionate, your arms wrapping around his neck and gasping into the kiss. One hand moved down to your lower back, holding you close as the kiss deepened. After a moment, he pulls away, panting.

“You’re definitely not a bad kisser.”

He doesn’t even give you a chance to respond, pulling you in for another heavy kiss, warmth radiating through you. You knew nothing would escalate past this, but you didn’t even want it to. The way he kissed you had you reeling, gasping into his mouth as he held you close. You ran a hand up, tugging at the ends of his hair and making him groan against your lips. The sound was melodic, and you wanted nothing more than to hear it again. God, you knew it was wrong. You were so fucking in love with this man, and you were both drunk, and he was just doing this as a bit of a favor. But fuck, you were going to allow yourself to indulge this once. This was probably going to be the only time you ever got to kiss him, and you knew tomorrow the both of you would pretend this never happened.

Your prediction was correct. The next day, when you finally rose from bed with a brain-splitting headache, Wilbur was standing in the kitchen. Neither of you brought up the kiss and things went on, business as usual. You didn’t regret the kiss, per se. However, it definitely made your heart heavier whenever you saw Wilbur. The kiss was something you’d never recover from, but you had to try.

You devised a plan. Maybe you just needed to meet someone new. Someone to get your mind off Wilbur. And what better place to find a person who will most definitely be a mistake than a pub. While you were planning to go alone, Wilbur had seen you getting ready and asked where you were going. You could’ve lied. Call you weak, but when he looked at you with those soft eyes and gentle grin, you just couldn’t.

“The pub,” you answered simply, “Do I look alright?”

He took a moment to look over your outfit and nodded, “Yeah, looks good. I’ll get dressed, and I could join too? If- if you want, I mean-” he stuttered a bit, not wanting to impose.

You should’ve said no. But you were just so weak to him, “Yeah, sure. That’s fine. You can invite whoever too.”

He nodded, “I’ll see if Toms and his girlfriend want to join, yeah?”

You nodded again, humming softly. He walked to his room, presumably to change, and you fucking prayed that Tommy and Molly would be joining. You didn’t think you’d be able to go an entire evening of drinking alone with Wilbur without making some sort of mistake. You pulled on a coat, grabbing a sip of water before you left, trying to prevent another morning of groaning in pain and shut curtains. Wilbur walked back out from his room, and you mentally cursed yourself for just how good he looked. His black button up that he left just slightly unbuttoned at the top had your mind reeling, and you quickly shifted your eyes away. Tonight was not the night for thoughts like those; you were trying to get over him.

“Tommy said they’ll meet us there, sound good?” He asked as he grabbed his wallet.

Thank god. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

He held the door open for you to walk out, and you paused to let him lock the door to your flat.

“Any reason you wanted to go out tonight?”

“Not really,” you hummed, walking side by side with him. “Just felt the urge to get out of the house, I guess.”

He nodded, “Oh, yeah, I suppose neither of us really get out that much.”

“You get out less than I do. I’m shocked you even go into the sun anymore, you vampire.”

He laughed, head tilting back with a grin, “I’m not that pale. And I don’t bite, I just look like I do.”

The bump on your lip last week begged to differ.

“You do look like you would. What’s the opposite of an ankle biter? Because you’re too tall for that. Maybe a scalp biter.”

He snorted, “Careful, tease me too much and maybe I’ll stoop to that level.”

God. You knew it was meant as an innocent joke, but fuck, you were too sober for this.

You gave a half-hearted chuckle, “Right, mmhm. Not my fault you’re just that tall.”

He rolled his eyes, placing his arm onto your head, “You’re just mad you need help grabbing things off the top shelves.”

“Listen, they just shouldn’t make things unreasonably tall. You are an outlier here.” You moved your head from under his arm, huffing.

“Mmhm, console yourself however you please.”

The walk felt pretty short between all of your shared joking, and you had to continuously remind yourself that you were trying to get over him, not fall further in love. When you two arrived, you were thankful that Tommy and Molly were already there, at least allowing you to have some semblance of a mental break from his stupid, gorgeous face and mind. You shared a quick hello, sitting across from Molly, and taking a moment to look around and scope out the place. You were focused on trying to see if there was anyone that interested you when Wilbur nudged your arm.

“I’m going to grab a drink, you want anything?”

You hummed, nodding, “Rum and coke. A double.”

He raised an eyebrow, then chuckled, “Alright. Sure.”

He walked to the bar, and you let out a soft sigh. You felt bad being so relieved that he walked away, but there was a certain level of stress associated with being around him and hiding your feelings. You met knowing eyes from Molly, and you huffed, looking away.

“Soo, how’ve you been?” She asked, and you could sense the undertones there.

“Fine. Hoping to find someone tonight. You know how it is.”

Molly nodded, understanding flashing in her eyes. Tommy was none-the-wiser to the secret conversation you and Molly had, speaking up, “Oh, yes, I definitely know how it is. Ah, young love, young love. Sometimes, you know, young love is right under our noses.” He poked at his nose, pushing it up to accentuate his point.

You nodded slowly, “Right. Well. It’s been long enough, I think. About time to get back out there.”

Tommy seemed hesitant to this, “I doubt people here will be the best pick.”

“Probably not, but it’s pretty good practise, right? Flirting with strangers?”

“Sure. I mean, I flirted with so many women to be ready to flirt with Molly.”

You snorted, “Sure, Tommy. How many women did you flirt with, then?”

“Tommy?” Wilbur spoke up, having returned with your drink and his own, “None. Tommy doesn’t know how to flirt.”

Tommy gasped, “I do know how to flirt! You don’t! I have given you so many tips, Wilbur, and which one of us is in a relationship? Not you!”

Wilbur was laughing, rolling his eyes in response to Tommy’s annoyed griping, “Sure, Tommy. And how many times have you tried to get Phil and Kristin to divorce?”

Tommy went to respond, but he was stumped by Wilbur nonetheless.

Drinks and stories had been shared, you and Wilbur both feeling the familiar warmth of drunkness coming over you. It’d been almost two hours, and you still hadn’t even spoken to a single new person. You knew you’d lose your chance soon, and thankfully, you had a convenient way to slip away from the table.

“I’m going to use the bathroom and grab another drink, any of you want one?”

Molly and Tommy turned you down, but Wilbur was quick to ask for another drink with a grin that made your knees weak. You nodded, heading straight for the bar. You didn’t actually need to use the bathroom; you simply wanted an excuse to be gone for a bit longer.

You walked to the bar, standing there alone for a moment, both to get used to the drunken perspective and to scope out any prospective flirts. It didn’t take long.

The man next to you was tall (not as tall as Wilbur), with slightly wavy brown hair (not as soft looking as Wilbur’s), and hazel eyes (not as gorgeous and deep as Wilbur’s). The important part about him was the look he gave you; not quite undressing you with his eyes, but not innocent either. A haunting middle ground for you to discover what would likely become a mistake.

“Well, hey there,” he grinned, turning his body towards you, “You look like you could use a drink.”

You ignored the fact that you knew you looked and felt plastered already, letting a giggle pass from your lips, “And so what if I do?”

He smirked, turning to the bartender and ordering for you. A vodka cranberry. The drink seemed to reflect the man as well; basic and not the best choice, but at least a consistent one. You could always trust a man to be consistent in his ways, at least.

He handed the drink to you, and you took it with a smile, taking a sip, “Well, why thank you.” You chuckled, causing a laugh to bubble slightly from him.

“So, what’s a pretty person like you doing alone in a bar like this?”

You weren’t alone, and you were the exact reason men like this went to a pub like this. You held your tongue, “Looking for something new, I suppose.”

“Oh? A lost soul, then,” he grinned, taking a sip from his pint, “I can respect that. I think all of us are lost in some way.”

Jesus fucking Christ. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. I think the society we live in makes us feel lost. Always searching for something new. You know, I read this article-“ you tuned the rest of his sentence out, watching his lips move and nodding in key occasionally.

“That’s really interesting,” you hummed after he finished, “So, what are you doing here then?”

He chuckled, and you could feel a weird response coming on, “Anything. Seeing where the wind takes me. Finding some action, maybe, if that’s what’s decided for me tonight.”

You wanted to rip your hair out. “And if that is what the universe has decided for you?”

He smirked, and it did nothing for you, unlike the butterflies in your chest when Wilbur did the same. He brought a hand to your hip, “Well, guess it’s just my lucky day, then. If the universe presents me with an opportunity, who am I to turn it down?”

“You big on fate then?”

“Sure,” he nodded, “I find that fate is one of the most interesting things in life. The way it brings people into our lives. It’s fascinating.”

You drank about half of your drink before responding. “Yeah, it is. It defines things in your life before you even have a chance to know them.” You didn’t even believe that. You hated the idea that your life could be predetermined and decided by some other force and leave you no opportunity to change anything.

“God, yeah, it’s amazing,” he spoke, his hand wrapping a bit closer to you, “I’m not sure anyone’s told you, but you’re really smart. Smart and pretty.”

Wilbur had told you that. Probably a million times now, calling you a genius simply for being able to reset your wifi router. But you didn’t want to think about Wilbur now.

You allowed the alcoholic flush on your cheeks to be mistaken for a blush, smiling with faux-shyness, “Wow, thank you.”

“Yeah, you know, a lot of guys don’t see the beauty of a beautiful mind, but I think it’s the best quality, to not be an airhead like most people here are.”

You wanted to slam your head against the wall. Instead, someone slammed into you from behind, pushing you forward into the guy’s arms. Your hand came up to rest on his arm, craning your head up to look at him, resisting the urge to glare at the person behind you. At least from this angle, you could pretend the man you were speaking to was cuter than he actually was.

He chuckled, holding you up against him, sighing, “God, some people really are dicks.” One hand came to your chin, and you hummed.

“Yeah, at least you’re not.” You smiled softly. You had to at least act like you weren’t in love with someone else for this to hopefully work. You let your hand raise further up to his shoulder, eventually resting in the cusp between his shoulder and neck. You leaned in a bit closer, ready to spur some flirtatious line about how his lips taste when you were being yanked away.

You stumbled, only gaining footing when you were pulled outside, coming face-to-face with a pissed Wilbur.

“Will? What the fuck is your problem?”

“Oh, my problem?” Wilbur chuckled bitterly. His words were slurred slightly, not unlike yours. He pinched his eyebrows together, scoffing softly, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

You gave him an incredulous look, arms crossing, “I was talking to someone, Wilbur, is that a fucking problem?”

“Oh, sure, you can call it talking all you want. You were throwing yourself at him.”

Your jaw dropped. “You’re fucking kidding me, right? You’re- you’re pissed because I was flirting with someone?”

“That wasn’t flirting, you were about to fucking make out with him! You don’t know him, I’m trying to look out for you!”

“Wilbur, you’re acting like I was begging him to fuck me or some shit, I was just flirting! He seemed like a nice guy, God forbid I try to actually find a relationship for once!” You felt insane having to defend flirting with a stranger to a man you not only loved, but just a few weeks ago spent hours making out on your couch. You tried not to think on it much.

“You cannot possibly think that was safe! You have no clue if he’s actually a nice guy!”

“Oh, I have no clue if he was a nice guy?”

“Yeah, you, he could’ve been a total prick, and you were basically crawling into his lap, begging him to kiss you!”

“For fuck’s sake, Wilbur, don’t act all high and fucking mighty about this, need I remind you, you’re the only who made out with me!”

“Yeah, and I’m not the one going off and throwing myself across the lap of the first person to buy me a drink!”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You scoffed. You were aware of people staring at the two of you. You were outside and weren’t exactly quiet, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. “If that’s what you think about me, I may as well just go back in there and make out with him right there! At least then I’ll be matching whatever fucking description of me you have in your mind.”

“You know what? Fine! Knock yourself out! Serves me right for trying to keep my best friend safe, just don’t come crawling back to me when he breaks your heart or leaves you drunk and stranded!”

You groaned in annoyance, watching as he walked away, leaving you in front of the bar.

“Fuck you, dickhead!” You yelled after him, and he didn’t respond, just kept walking.

You panted, yelling out in frustration into the cool night. You kicked the brick of the wall, whimpering in pain afterwards. You turned and sat on the ground, leaning your back against the wall as you just breathed.

You focused on breathing until you could focus on the lights around you, signs illuminated by fluorescent street lamps. You willed away the tears that blurred the words. The argument was sobering, to say the least, every aspect of a hangover hitting you all at once now that you sat against the cool brick. Fuck. You felt miserable, both from the sobering feeling and the fact that your best friend and roommate currently seemed to fucking hate you. And the worst part is you didn’t even get why! Like, yes, you were being reckless, you can attest to that, but you’ve been reckless before. He’s been reckless with you. With your heart. You can’t blame him for that; he had no way of knowing how horribly in love with him you were.

The worst part was that it didn’t even work. Flirting with a stranger only brought you greater reminders of how in love with Wilbur you were. Fighting with Wilbur only made you worry that you’d never get over him. You should hate him right now. He said horrible fucking things; he was a prick, an asshole, a dickhead. There weren’t enough swears to properly convey just how mean he’d been. In the morning, you’d give him more sympathy for being drunk and not having enough of a filter to process what he was saying. But in this moment, you gave him no sympathy, and you still felt like you would tear your heart out and hand it to him if he asked.

Everything sucked. You were cold, shaking from anger, exhausted, and just downright fucking sad. Usually when you were upset like this, you’d just go to Wilbur for some cheering up, but you’d be damned before you faced him again tonight. Which left you two options. Either staying out until Wilbur was hopefully asleep or asking Tommy if you could crash at his. Knowing Wilbur, he wouldn’t be asleep until three or four at the most.

You didn’t want to go back inside. Didn’t want to face the stranger you’d flirted with, have to entertain another conversation that would lead nowhere. You would just wait. You’d sit here and close your eyes and just wait until Tommy and Molly came out.

“-y? Y/N?” You felt yourself being shaken slightly, eyes opening blearily.

Tommy was crouched in front of you, one hand on your arm.

“Oh, shit,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes softly. It was still dark, and you could still see the same couple Wilbur passed at the end of the corner when he’d left, so it couldn’t have been much later. “Must’ve drifted off, I guess.”

Tommy frowned, looking around. “Have you just been alone out here? Where’d Wilbur go?”

“We got into a fight,” you sighed, running a hand down your face, “Uh, would it be possible to crash on your couch tonight? I’d rather not face Wilbur again tonight.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s fine,” he frowns softly, “Do you want to head there now, or do you need us to sit with you for a moment?”

You shake your head and sigh, “I’d rather head there now.” You stood up slowly, Molly coming to help you up as well.

“Was it a bad fight then? He said he was just going to check on you,” she asked softly, Tommy starting to lead the way back to his apartment.

“It was… rough. Think he hates me,” you admitted in a soft voice, and she frowned, rubbing your back gently.

“I’m sure he doesn’t. Wilbur’s just a little bitch,” Tommy sighed, and you could hear a mixture of disappointment and fondness in his voice.

You didn’t respond, and the topic dropped.

When you woke up in the morning, it was with the groan of a headache and a sore back. Tommy’s couch wasn’t uncomfortable per se, but it was bad enough to have you holding your back as you slowly sat up. The sunlight streaming in through the blinds made you wish that you had sunglasses, or some form of lightswitch to just shut the sun off. You grabbed your phone, sighing as you unlocked it. There were probably a hundred texts just from Wilbur, along with a few missed calls from the morning. As you scrolled and started reading the texts, another call came through. You huffed, setting your phone down and letting the call ring out.

“It’s been doing that all morning,” Molly hummed, emerging from the kitchen. She set a mug in front of you, and you took it thankfully.

“And here I was hoping to forget last night,” you chuckled bitterly.

She sighed, “He won’t let that happen. He feels like shit. He was on call with Tom for like an hour. Probably just got off, if anything.”

“Did he tell him I was here?”

“No,” she chuckled, “I wouldn’t let him. Figured you’d be too hungover to actually be able to handle that.”

“Thank you,” you sighed, running a hand through your hair, “You wouldn’t happen to have painkillers, do you?”

She nodded, standing and coming back with a small bottle in her hand. You took it from her gratefully, taking two and setting the bottle back on the table.

Tommy walked out, smiling a bit, “Well, I finally got Wilbur to calm down a bit. He knows your safe, but he’ll probably keep texting you until he heads to his office.”

You nodded, opening your phone and turning on Do Not Disturb, “Do you know when he’ll get to the office?”

Tommy shook his head, “Not sure. He won’t stream until later for sure, if he does, but I know he had editing to deal with and some band stuff.”

“Isn’t that stuff he could do from home?” “Possibly? Can’t say for sure.”

You nodded, sighing softly. You wanted to go home, take a shower and eat the pint of ice cream you had in the back of the freezer. “Is there anyway you can get him out of the apartment so I can sneak back in?”

Tommy frowned, “That bad?”

“I just don’t think I can do it today. I can talk to him tomorrow, but today is too much.”

Tommy nodded, “I can text him, see if he wants to get coffee or something?”

“Please, if you can.”

Tommy grabbed his phone, calling Wilbur.

“Hey, Will, any updates?” He asked, giving an overexaggerated wink to you and Molly. Molly stifled a laugh, and you gave a bit of a smile. You couldn’t quite make out what Wilbur was saying, but Tommy was responding a moment later.

“Well, I’m sure they’ll respond soon. They’re probably still asleep, mate. You might need a distraction.”

A chuckle, and a nervous glance towards you and Molly.

“Yeah, no, I just mean like, we could grab coffee or something. A little pick me up since you’re all upset.”

Tommy listened closely for a moment then seemed to relax, giving you a thumbs up. You relaxed and stood, letting him finish the conversation while you went to splash some water on your face. God, you looked fucking rough. You ran your hands through your hair to try and fix it up a bit, though there wasn’t much of a success there. You used cool water to try and lessen the bloat of your cheeks, sighing when you didn’t have much of progress there either.

You sighed, walking back out of the bathroom. Tommy was stood up, pulling his shoes on.

“Molly and I are going to head there, and we’ll text you whenever he’s there. My spare is under the mat, so just lock the door and put the key back once you’re done, alright?”

You nodded, “Thanks again, Tommy.”

He nodded, “it’s no problem. Try and talk to him when you can, alright? He’s genuinely upset over whatever happened.” “I will.”

You did not end up talking to Wilbur. Not that day nor the day after. Every time you thought about it, you just felt sick to your stomach. You snuck in the apartment with Tommy’s help, using the time he was out of the apartment to grab some food to keep in your room, and then you just used your room like a shelter. You heard Wilbur come back. You knew that he knew you got home: your shoes were left by the door and your keys hung up on the rack. But he didn’t try to say anything.

Until the day after. He was usually asleep when you left for work, and you assumed the same was true that day. After you came back from work, you snuck past his room, moving quickly to your own in case he heard. An hour after, you heard him knocking on your door, quietly asking if you were there.

You didn’t answer.

The next two days were a complete repeat. Sneaking out, avoiding him when you got back, ignoring him when he tried to talk. You don’t even know why you were so against talking to him. You wanted to fix it; you couldn’t stand living like this, and you wanted your best friend back. It hurt, though, because every time you thought about him, you thought about the fight. He was a bit drunk, and he always was a bit loose-lipped when drunk, but you couldn’t wrap your mind around why. Why he said those things, why he cared so much about some harmless flirting. You know he didn’t actually think you were someone who slept around or something, but it hurt nonetheless. You were banging your head against a wall trying to understand why he said those things, and it had you grasping at straws, questioning if you two were as close as you thought. You honestly just didn’t know what to think.

You needed to get out of the apartment. You felt a knot in your throat at the idea of going there. So you didn’t.

After work, you just went to the pub. It was the same one from that night, but you just sat at the bar and drank a bit, trying to get your mind off… everything. Your head was swirling with thoughts about the fight, about how much you love Wilbur, about how much you thought he hated you. You didn’t keep track of how much you were drinking. You didn’t feel it at first either. Not until you could barely keep your head up, words slurred as you closed your tab. You stood up, stumbling over your own feet and falling directly into a familiar friend.

“Y/N?” Tommy asked, holding your arms to steady you.

You smiled, blinking a bit as your eyes focused on him, “‘ey, Toms, w’as up?”

His face was full of concern. You found it funny, giggling to yourself as he spoke, “Are you alright?”

You gave him a thumbs up, giggling out, “Mmhm, I’m fuckin’ fantastic.”

“You are fucked, mate, where’s Wilbur?”

You pouted a bit, “He’s at home, like a loser. Di’n’t wanna be invitin’ him for our first conversation since- yeah.”

Tommy’s eyes widened a bit, and he sighed, ruffling a hand through his hair, “Alright, stay here. I’m gonna tell my mates something, and then I’ll be right back, okay? Have you drank water?”

You shook your head, and he nodded again, walking up to the bar where you’d just been and ordering a water.

“Wait for the water for me, and I’ll be right back, okay?”

You nodded, and he walked away quickly. You turned back towards the bar, waiting patiently, oh so patiently, for the water Tommy had ordered. You could understand why he seemed concerned, but it didn’t really cut through the haze in your mind. You were fine. You couldn’t see straight or stand straight, but you were fine. Everything was so, so perfectly fine. The bartender gave you the water, and you took it, holding it carefully for Tommy. He’s such a nice person, he deserved nice things. When he came back, he took your arm, guiding you outside.

“Here, take a seat,” he helped you sit down against the wall, pulling his phone out.

“I got your water,” you hummed, holding up the glass.

He chuckled softly, “it’s for you, drink it. I need to make a call.”

You nodded, taking a sip. He stayed stood up as he made a call, words hushed just enough so you couldn’t hear them. Not that you were really able to focus on it much anyway. Your head felt light, but your body felt heavy. Everytime you touched your skin, it felt like it wasn’t your own hands touching you, every nerve felt separated from yourself. Most of all, you were tired. You wanted to sleep. Your head hung forward, and you let your eyes slip closed for a few minutes, just to rest them.

You weren’t allowed to for long. Tommy gently shook your arm. It felt like a sick parallel of just a few nights ago.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep on me, alright? I’ll get you home soon.”

You groaned softly but nodded nonetheless.

He sighed, crouching in front of you, “make sure you drink that water alright? Not too fast though.”

You gave him a thumbs up, this one weaker than before. You took another sip of the water, rubbing your face a bit.

“Did you tell anyone that you were even coming here?”

“Nope,” you hummed, popping the ‘p’. “Too- too sad.”

“Too sad?” He frowned, “Is this because the whole Wilbur thing?”

You nodded, and you couldn’t fight the slight tears brimming your eyes, “I just… I don’t get why. I-” you choked on a weak sob, head falling forward again as you quietly admitted, “I love him. So, so much, Tommy.”

You could hear Tommy let out a hiss of air, almost a gasp, gently placing a hand on your shoulder, “I really think you need to talk to him. It won’t be an excuse, but I think you’ll understand it.”

“I want to, I-I’m just scared.”

“What are you scared of?”

“I’m scared that forgiving him means accepting how in love with him I am, because I know it’s hopeless. I’m scared of forgiving him and signing away my heart to someone who- who just won’t love me back,” you felt less coherent than you spoke, the drunkenness letting out slurred words you’d never let pass your lips otherwise.

Tommy frowned, pulling you into a hug as you sniffled.

“I just-” you sobbed quietly, “I feel so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid,” Tommy spoke, rubbing your back gently, “It is scary to love someone, but it’s not a bad thing. I really think you should just talk to him, I think-”

“Tommy?”

Your heart dropped in your chest slightly upon hearing Wilbur’s voice. Tommy let go of you, standing back up to head over to Wilbur. You took the time to wipe the small tears on your face, brushing off your temporary bout of sadness. Tommy spoke to Wilbur for a moment, and you fought the urge to hang your head again. Quite poorly you fought that urge, letting your head lull slightly, the exhaustion coming in full force. You heard feet shuffling, and you could see Wilbur’s usual Docs in front of you. He crouched down, one hand gently coming onto your cheek.

“Hey, darling,” he spoke in a hushed tone, similar to how one would speak to a wounded animal, “are you feeling alright?”

You hated that you leaned into his touch, even in you didn’t have much control over your body right now. “‘M fine,” you hummed out.

He frowned, clearly not believing that, “Let’s get you home, alright?”

As much as you wanted to fight going back to the apartment with him, nothing seemed better right now than lying in your bed rather than on the cold ground. You nodded, and he carefully helped you up. You immediately stumbled, but he was quick to hold you against his side.

“I got you, it’s alright,” he hummed, pulling you into his side. He gave Tommy a bit of a wave, humming out a thank you to him, before he started walking you both home.

The ground was swaying – or were you swaying – underneath you, and you groaned softly, leaning into his side.

“I know, I know,” he hummed softly, “if you need me to carry you, just let me know, okay?”

You snorted. “I’m fine, Wilbur,” you spoke with a slur, dragging out the word ‘fine’.

It made him giggle a bit, and honestly, fuck him for letting out such a beautiful sound, “I know you are. You’re just a bit silly right now, hm?”

“I’m always silly, actually, you’re just a lil bitch.”

He laughed, holding you closer, “I know I am, trust me. I very much am a ‘lil bitch’.”

You hummed, nodding, “Glad you know it.” You couldn’t stop the words that came out next, “you’re my lil bitch.”

If you’d been looking at his face, you probably would’ve caught the slight flush that covered his cheeks.

“Yeah,” he hummed, “I am.”

You gave an affirmative nod, leaning your head on his shoulder slightly as you looked up at the world.

“Wilbur.”

“Yes?”

“The lights are moving.”

He snorted softly, “What do you mean, darling?”

“The streetlights are moving.”

He hummed, nodding and stopping walking. “Did that fix it?”

You glared at the streetlamps, trying to determine if they were pretending to be still, “A little, but I think they’re lying about it.”

He started walking again, chuckling, “Oh, they are?”

“Yeah,” you hummed, “Government conspiracy, innit?”

He laughed, nodding thoughtfully, “Yeah, must be. Don’t look at them too much, alright?”

“Why? Scared they’ll start running after us?”

“No,” he laughed, “Just don’t need you throwing up on the street.”

“I’ll throw up wherever I please, actually.”

“Oh, do you need to?” He asked, concerned suddenly.

“No,” you huffed, “I have a gut of steel.”

“We both know that’s not true,” He noted, relieved once again.

“How dare you, actually, that is so rude. I’m going to throw up on your shoes as protest.”

“I’d very much prefer you didn’t.” “Mm. Don’t care. You’ve shamed me,” you giggled, “The shoes will pay for it.”

He chuckled, “I sincerely apologize, darling. Will that save the shoes?”

“Hmmm,” you pretended to think. “Well, darling,” you mocked, “that will save them, but only for now. They’re on thin ice.”

He grinned, walking up to the front of your apartment building and pulling out his keys, “You ready to walk up the stairs?”

You groaned, “Why did we get an apartment on the third floor? This is a curse.”

“You got this. I can always carry you.”

“I can do it, the stairs are just evil.”

“They are evil, but you can conquer them,” he smiled, holding you tighter as he helped you manuver the stairs.

“This sucks,” you groaned, trying to focus on your steps and nearly failing each time.

“We’re about half way, love. You still feeling alright? Wanna stop for a moment?”

“If I stop,” you paused, “I will not continue.”

He chuckled, “Alright, good to know.”

You both continued walking up, slower than usual to make up for the fact that you could barely see straight. He helped you every step of the way, taking his time to make sure you’d be alright, which you were thankful for given the amount of times you were tripping over your feet. You finally made it up to the door, fighting the urge to just lean against it as Wilbur unlocked the door. All the movement was making you feel a bit off and even more tired before. Wilbur guided you to through the door to your room.

He carefully sat you down on your bed, “Stay here, I’ll grab some water, alright?”

You nodded, eagerly sitting on your bed. You relaxed on the bed, pulling your phone and wallet out of your pocket and setting them on your nightstand. Wilbur walked back in, setting the glass of water and a pack of painkillers on your nightstand. He grabbed the wastebin, setting it next to the bed.

“Feeling any better?” He asked softly.

You nodded, but you paused, actually taking a moment to focus on how you actual felt. Your throat felt slightly closed, and your mouth was salivating. And your stomach felt rough. Oh fuck. You leaned over, spilling the contents of your stomach into the waistbin. Wilbur rushed over to clear your hair out of your face, gently rubbing your back as you threw up. You panted softly, gripping the edge of the bed. You cursed softly, wiping at your mouth.

Wilbur stood, bringing you the water. You drank it thankfully while he walked out for a moment.

He came back in with a big hoodie and a pair of shorts, and you looked down and noticed the vomit on your shirt and pants. You felt exhausted. You groaned softly, slowly getting up and taking the clothes thankfully, walking to the bathroom to change quickly. You only noticed it was his clothing after you already got dressed, and you did not feel like changing again either. You shuffled out, walking back to the bed. Wilbur was sat, waiting for you. You sat next to him, lying down with your head next to his lap. You wanted to rest your head on his lap, craving the comfort he brings you, but you felt wary to do so. Regardless, he brought a hand down, gently playing with your hair.

“I know we should talk about this more in the morning, but…” he sighed softly, “I really am sorry for what I said the other night. I just- I wasn’t thinking, and I was just drunk and upset. These are all just… excuses, but I… I really am sorry.”

“I know,” you murmured softly, “I knew it was just you being drunk, but… I just didn’t understand why and I was scared you hated me.” You spoke quietly, moving your head onto his thigh, solely so you could hide your face against his chest.

He shifted to move your head fully into his lap. “I could never hate you. I-I have a reason, but it doesn’t excuse what I did or said.”

“What’s the reason?”

He frowned, biting his lip and going silent for a moment, “I… can it wait until morning? I think I may only be able to say it once.” You felt the pit in your stomach drop, but you nodded nonetheless, burying your face further into his stomach.

“I’m sorry,” he continued, “that I brought you to this. Hiding and getting drunk and just… recklessness, I guess. I was really scared when Tommy called me.”

“I’s not your fault,” you sighed softly, “I just didn’t know what to do, I chose to do this. I could’ve just talked to you.”

“You could’ve, sure, but I was… a dick. I don’t blame you for being scared to talk to me. I said horrible stuff. I have no control over who you talk to or decide to flirt with, and it was entitled of me to even act like I do.”

You sighed, yawning quietly. You wrapped your arms around his torso gently, relaxing into him. You could feel the exhaustion taking over, eyelids heavy.

You spoke quietly, “I was only flirting,” you mumbled, “to try and get over you.”

He tensed, but you didn’t hear his next words, sleep taking you like you ached to take Wilbur’s hand.

In the morning, you were overwhelmed with a feeling of dread, created by a mixture of the hangover and the remembering. Shockingly, you weren’t alone. You thought once your words had processed to Wilbur, he’d have left you. Instead, you were pressed against his chest, cuddled into him. You could tell he was awake – could feel his hand gently carding through your hair – but for a moment, you just wanted to pretend. After whatever conversation was coming up, you didn’t know if you’d ever get to be wrapped up in his arms like this again. Not to mention, opening your eyes meant an imminent headache due to the daylight. So for a few minutes, you just tried to gain some comfort from this and ignore the growing dread.

But you couldn’t pretend forever.

“Darling?” Wilbur whispered, “Are you awake?”

You sighed, groaning lightly as you nodded, “yeah.”

“How are you feeling?”

You whined softly, chuckling a bit, “Like shit.”

He chuckled softly, “I have water and painkillers, you want them?”

You nodded, and he shifted up, grabbing them from the nightstand without pushing you out of his arms. You still had to eventually, sitting up to take the painkiller and drink some of the water. You opened your eyes, and you were thankful to find that the room wasn’t as bright as you had thought it would be. You saw Wilbur watching you with concern, one hand gently rubbing your back. You set the water down, sighing softly after.

He bit his lip before speaking, “Do you… want to talk now or when the painkiller has kicked in?”

The question you were dreading. Better to just rip the bandaid off. “Now.”

He nodded, shifting and gently taking your hand.

“Last night, you said… you were flirting to try and get over me. What did you mean by that?”

You gulped softly, closing your eyes to brace yourself for the potential rejection, “Wilbur, I… I’ve liked you for months now. And I thought I’d get over it, but it just- it just got stronger. I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, and I understand if you want me to move out or something. But I wanted to at least try to flirt and see if I could get over you, and it just didn’t work. So, that’s- that’s why. I wanted to get over the crush I have on you.”

He didn’t respond for a while, and you kept your eyes closed, taking a shaky breath while you waited for him to respond.

“What if… I didn’t want you to get over it?”

Your eyes flew open, looking up at him quickly. He had a shy expression, a faint blush on his cheeks. “What do you mean by that?”

He sighed, squeezing your hand a bit tighter, “I got mad at you flirting because I was jealous. I’ve liked you for a really long time, but I didn’t want to say anything because I was scared to lose our friendship and my roommate. I asked to kiss you that night while we were drunk because I figured it’d be my only chance to ever get to kiss you. But if you’re telling me that isn’t true? Darling, I’d do anything just to feel your lips on mine again, let alone to get the chance to date you and make you happy.”

Oh. Oh.

You moved a hand up, gently cupping his cheek. He leaned into you, and you leaned forward, pulling him in for a gentle kiss. He let out a quiet gasp, kissing you back lovingly, his other hand coming to wrap around your back. The kiss was short lived, but only so he could pull away to speak, foreheads still pressed together.

“Darling, can I,” he paused, taking a quick breath, “Will you do me the honor of being mine?”

You chuckled softly, nodding, “It’d be the greatest gift I could ask for.”

He grinned, pulling you in for another kiss, this one stronger and… just.

You didn’t have the words to really describe it. It felt warm. Like daylight resting on your skin on a spring day. The warmth that felt like home. Like pulling clothes out the dryer and just holding them close for a moment. The warmth that came from laughter and telling stories in the middle of a summer night. It was golden.

When he pulled away, you two stayed close, panting lightly for a moment. When you finally separated fully, his arms were coming to wrap around you once more, hugging you tightly.

“And here I was thinking that I’d lose you when I confessed.”

You hummed softly, “I thought the same.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “Well you didn’t. And I didn’t lose you. Don’t worry, either, I’ll be taking you on a proper date once you’re feeling better. For now… cereal date?”

“Hm,” you thought, “Can it be a cereal date in bed?”

He chuckled, “Absolutely it can be, my love.”

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The One Where You Royally Screw Up.

ʚ pairing: Kate Martin x Roommate!reader

ʚ word count: 3.1k words

ʚ warnings: RPF!! , slight smut, fingering, angst, use of ‘y/n’ if that even is one

ʚ rimunagenius speaks: part 4 is FINALLY here!! i’m so sorry for the delay, it was supposed to release friday but the cold i had thought i was getting over got worse in a span of hours so i said id release it on saturday, but i spent all my saturday in bed asleep bc i have the worst headache and nausea from the cold, and then today it was supposed to release early but the ending never got saved and i realized i had a communications test to take so i had to finish writing it and revising after…but it’s here!! finally. so this is angst so sorry, but trust, the pining and sexual tension that’s to come is gonna be worth it!!!

Part 4

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This felt wrong. You knew it wasn't the best way to cope with the feelings you had realized you were harboring for Kate.

But you needed to get over it. You couldn't possibly be this self destructive, and let yourself fall your roommate. She let you live in her apartment, and gave you grace when you didn't help pay rent for the first two months, trying to find a new job.

She deserved better than to have a friendship ruined just because you loved liked her. It wasn't fair. But this didn't feel fair to you either. Kissing Juliana in the backseat of her car was the last place you wanted to be. This should be Kate. For a moment you thought it was.

That's how you ended up here. Over the span of several months since reporting Nick, he was removed off campus and was doing time. You and Kate had celebrated the accomplishment and never spoke about it again.

Since then you two have been a lot closer. "Sleeping over" in eachothers room. Cuddling more on the couch. It all started that night you both skipped practice. You knew where it was going, so did she. But the inevitable outcome if the actions you two were so good at doing were going to ruin you both. You couldn't have that. That's why you took Juliana up on the date two months ago. You guys made it official that month.

You couldn't have what you and Kate so desperately wanted, cause when you were getting ready, you saw the way Kate watched you. The longing looks she gave you as she sat on the couch next to you, while you did your makeup.

The way you looked absolutely gorgeous in the outfit you wore out to dinner, how she wished she was the one having you on her arm, how she was the one seen in public with you, and got to bring you home at the end of the night. But she wasn't, so she tried not to make it a thing when you came home the next morning. Or when you two made it official.

"You like that?" Juliana whispered in your ear, a small giggle escaping her lips that you could feel throughout your body.

Your panting echoed in the car, while your hands traveling all over her body. Throwing your head back, you moaned as her fingers curled inside of you, fingertips brushing against the soft spongey part inside you. "Oh—Kate." You moaned it before you could even think.

Your body froze, any expecting orgasm thrown out the window. Her fingers paused, softly but swiftly removing her fingers from your sopping cunt. Grabbing a towel in the pocket behind the passenger seat, Juliana avoided looking at you while she cleaned the remnants of you off her hands.

"So, you guys aren't just friends?" Juliana knew that you and Kate were close, she didn't mind. Really. But she saw the way you looked at Kate when she'd leave after dropping you off at class. She saw the way Kate watched everything you did with a look on her face that made it seem like you hung the moon.

"What—that's not—I didn't mean—" You couldn't even think. How could you totally embarrass yourself and do that to Juliana. You didn't even know why you said it. In the far back of your mind, you guess you wished it was Kate. But you thought that was just the mere thought of your fantasies talking.

You've imagine what'd it'd be like to sleep with Kate, hell, every gay woman in America probably has. But that was just a fantasy. You liked Jules. Atleast you thought you did.

"No, tell me right now. Are you and Kate more than friends? I need to know so I don't think I have a chance with you." Julianas eyes were pleading. Sad. She wanted you two to work; she really liked you.

"We're not more than friends." You made sure to look her in the eyes when you said it. You didn't know if it was convince her, or to convince yourself. Maybe if you looked sincere and she believed it, then you would.

"But you want to be, right? Why else would you moan her name while i'm trying to fuck you?" Juliana wasn't mad, she just wanted to know why. Why did you go through with this, sleeping with her, knowing you wished she was someone else.

You couldn't answer her. You didn't know how. You looked down, grabbing your black tank top and sliding it over your head.

"I honestly have no idea, Jules." The name suddenly felt so foreign rolling off your tongue in this context. Juliana winced at the nickname. Suddenly feeling angry about it now.

"Don't call me that. Why did you say her name?" The next pieces of clothing to go on was your black biker shorts and underwear. Fixing your white tube socks, you searched for your shoes.

"I don't know." Was that all you could say to her? She surely deserved more than what you were giving, and you sure as hell weren't giving her anything.

"Stop saying I don't know and just say you like her. That's all I need to hear." Juliana's voice rose as you grabbed your ankle boot docs, sliding them on your feet.

"I don't like her, Jules—I mean, Juliana. I don't like her, okay?" Who were you kidding? Repeating the four words wasn't convincing anyone in the car.

"Jesus Christ, Y/n! Are you fucking kidding me!?" Now she was getting irritated. "You do! There...it's out in the open. Why didn't you just tell me before letting me think that I had a chance?" Her eyes went glassy, now turning pink.

"I don't know why I said it, okay? I think I do like her, and I know it's wrong for imagining her instead of you. You don't deserve that—"

"You're right. I don't." Juliana stepped out of the car, her never taking her clothes off, only aiming to please you, missing. She held the door open, so you could slide out. "Look, I'm not mad at you. I guess it's my fault for falling for you even after I saw how you looked at her."

Watching tears fall down her face, it brought tears to yours. You didn't mean to hurt her. You should've figure your shit out before starting anything. You should've figure out your feelings for Kate.

Thinking you could fill the void with a relationship and sex with another woman, without talking to someone about how you felt, was something only transactional on your end. You hurt someone's feelings because you couldn't figure out your own. How could you jump into a relationship with her?

"No, it's not your fault. I was so stupid for starting something with you—not that you're not great, because you are. But because I should've known what I was doing was wrong. It wasn't fair to you, I'm so sorry." You wiped a tear off her face, your frown deepening as you saw the hurt in her eyes grow.

"Give yourself some grace. I wouldn't know what it's like to fall inlove with someone i've been friends with for so long. It must be hard. But just—don't do this to someone else. Figure out your feelings first." Juliana turned and opened the passenger side door, you closing the backseat passenger door. She handed you your clip and your bag.

"Figure it out with Kate." She gave you a tight lipped smile, before waking around the front of her car and getting inside the drivers seat. You nodded your head, and decided you had to tell Kate.

Walking back to the apartment gave you plenty of time to think. You've been doing that so much lately, you don't know how to anymore. What happened to you?

You haven't recorded vlogs, get ready with me's, or any content for your channel in months. Opting for the vague communication with family and friends. The spiral of trying to get Kate out of your head, and trying to shove her back into the friend zone, was so consuming. You haven't even lived your life.

You needed to say it. You needed to tell someone. You needed to figure it out.

Walking inside, you set your bag and keys down on the counter. What the fuck were you going to say? How could you tell Kate that you and your girlfriend were hooking up, and the whole time you wished it was her.

Struggling to decide on who to tell, you settled for embarrassing yourself to a friend, who you knew would help you. Scrolling to find Jadas name in your contacts, you pressed her contact and listened to the phone ring.

"Hey, Jada!" You said when she answered the phone.

"Hey! What's up? You're coming to practice later, right?" Today was an off day. You usually only ever needed to be at like two practice a week.

"Today's an off day for me, and I would go as a spectator but that's why i'm calling." You swallowed the lump in your throat and sighed. This was gonna be so awkward to explain.

"Wait so you're telling me that...you're actually inlove with Kate...but you can't tell her that and because of that, you moaned her name while you were having sex with your girlfriend? Oh, that's bad, babe." You could see her face without having to see it. When you looked down at your phone, you were correct.

"I know, I know. It's super bad. I don't even know what's worse, the fact that I did that to Juliana, or the fact that she wasn't even mad about it." Recalling earliers incident, she didn't even overreact.

"Probably because she already knew. She just didn't want to see it until you did what you did. She just wanted to keep you while she had you. I get it. Happens to the best of us." Jada nodded her head and ate chips while she watched her show.

You guys ended up Facetiming halfway through the phone call so you could give proper recollection to the incident. Jada needed to see the facial expressions and everything to give her proper advice.

"Oh my god, Jada. Why do I have to feel this way for Kate?" You put your head in your hands and cried a little. You were emotionally overstimulated, the weight of your actions now weighing on you. You looked up, looking to the ceiling. Taking a deep breath, you looked down at Jada.

"Aw, you'll be okay, babe. I promise. We are all human, we all make mistakes. Don't beat yourself up about it, just learn from it. As far as telling Kate goes, I wouldn't tell her unless you were one hundred percent sure that what you're feeling is real. And when you're ready, sit her down, don't ambush her, but sit her down and talk about it."

"What if she thinks I'm literally crazy and so weird and she kicks me out?" You started to spiral.

"Hey, that's not gonna happen. She's a very understanding person and you know that. You've lived with her all these years for godsakes." Jada slapped her hand down on her bed, flipping her bowl of chips. "Oh my god!" She screamed. You laughed at loud, watching some fly across the screen.

The front door opened, a sluggish Kate walked through the door. She had been very tired recently; basketball and finishing school were growing to be very exhausting. She watched you laugh so hard that tears were falling down your face. A scream laugh, that grew quiet, a loud gasp following which she recognized as Jada's laugh through the phone speaker. She walked over and sat down on the couch next to you, resting her head on your shoulder to say hi to her other best friend. "Hi, Jada!" She smiled big into the camera, her sleepy and drowsy mood suddenly vanishing.

You put your hand on Kate's cheek, patting it softly. You looked at Jada through the screen. Your eyes stare into hers. She nodded softly, covering it with leaning down to grab the fallen chips. You knew she was right. Kate wouldn't give you a hard time but you couldn't help but panic.

You three stayed on the phone for a little while before Jada hung up so she could leave for practice. You placed the phone in Kate's room while you sat on her bed, so she could still talk to you both while they both got ready.

Kate was on her way out the door when you stopped her, hand on her arm, "Hey, can I talk to you when you get home? It's kinda important." You were so scared to tell her. But you had to rip the bandaid off right?

"Yeah, of course. I'll see you when I get home. I love you." She closed the door behind her. You stood there for a moment, staring at the door. You had three hours to prepare yourself for tonight. How the fuck were you going to tell her?

You drove yourself insane for the last 3 hours that you were alone in the house. You cleaned the kitchen, the living room, your room, mopped the kitchen, and vacuumed every surface that could be vaccummed in the house. You took a shower, and almost changed your pajamas twice.

You finally sat on the couch, watching whatever was on, literally fucking panicking. Kate had walked through the door thirty minutes ago, cleaning herself up.

"Okay, so what did you need to tell me? You okay?" She sat on the couch next to you, smiling softly to herself when she saw you were wearing one of her old hoodies. She hasn't seen in it in so long.

"What?" You looked at her, noticing smile on her face. She shrugged her shoulders.

"Just haven't seen that sweater of mine in a long time." She adjusted how she was sitting.

"Oh, I forgot I stole this from you a long time ago." You looked to her, instantly regretting it. She was manspreading and she looked so good. You could not look at her when you told her this.

"Okay, anyways. Back to what I needed to tell you. So, Juliana and I broke up." You paused. Her face pulled into a frown.

"Aw i'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Kate reached her arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. You didn't fight it. Choosing to lean into her touch. You closed your eyes, gathering the sheer will to be able to tell her what the hell happened.

"I'm okay, Kate. I promise. But we broke up because we were hooking up in her car, and I know you said not to give you details, but it’s relevant because I moaned your name. While she was trying to fuck me.” You finally got it out, but it wasn’t helping that Kate’s face didn’t express any telling emotions.

You lifted your head from her shoulder, wincing slightly when she immediately moved a small distance on the couch. You needed her to say something but you’d get it if she didn’t. You couldn’t begin to understand the digestion of something like this.

“Oh, wow. That’s crazy.” Kate stared blankly at her slippers that she had been wearing. She was tugging on the strings of her hoodie.

“Yeah…” You were kinda let down at the reaction she had. You were expecting an immediate blow up at what you had just announced. Or some type of general reaction.

She wasn’t saying anything. You could see the gears turning in her pretty head, but nothing was coming out of her mouth. It made you more nervous than before you even told her. “Is that it? Kate?” You watched her blue eyes meet yours.

The shade of blue so pretty, and so relaxing. “What does that mean? Why?”

“Because I love you, Kate.” The sincerity in your voice hitting her like a truck. There’s no way you were finally saying these words to her. You finally said them but at the worst possible time.

“I love you, too.” She replied in the quickness. Almost instantaneous as you said them. She loved you, possibly with every bone in her body.

“No, like, romantically. Not platonically.” You clarified to make sure you heard her correctly. She sighed before speaking.

“I know, that’s why I said it back. But you know we can’t do anything about it, right?” That’s when it hit you. She wasn’t mad, she was just playing it smart. You nodded your head shortly, looking down at your hands.

“Okay, what does that mean for us, though. How exactly are we going to live together knowing there’s something here, and not do anything about it.” You thought about it, and it made sense. The final four tournament already coming. This year was crazy and passing by so fast.

They won the Big Tem tourney almost a month ago. The stress of the biggest tournament this season was coming up and a relationship, the additional stress and possible blow up of a relationship, was hard. Cultivating a new relationship at this time was stress Kate didn’t need. You couldn’t do that to her.

Kate prided herself on being level headed. That’s how she led her team so good, on and off the court. Her ability to take accountability and responsibility was unmatched, so she couldn’t understand why coming up with this resolution was so hard.

She knew it was wrong to start something she wanted to put her all in, at this moment, because she wanted to put her all into basketball. It was more important to her at this moment in time. She knew you’d understand.

“Tell me this again in a couple months, yeah?” Kate said, a small smile on her face. Trying to lighten the mood, she held her hand out.

You looked at her and then at her hand. You shook it. It was quiet for a beat, “And about the living situation, we just do it how we’ve been doing it all these years. Day by day.” Her hand that still remained in yours, pulled your body closer to hers.

This wasn’t the way you wanted to tell Kate that you were inlove with her, that you accidentally almost got off to the idea of her when your girlfriend was indeed not her, or the fact that you couldn’t start a relationship right away. But laying here, against her side, while you sat and watched whatever was on the tv to distract from the overwhelming expression of emotions was okay for now.

You knew you just needed to give it time. You two would come together. For now, you’d just have to wait. So you both sat there, counting down the days until you knew you could be together.

It was already the most insanely slow countdown of your lives.

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dont-leafmealone · 5 months

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Jetko fic rec list

Feel free to add your own recs, and if you do read any of these and like them, comment something nice on it! If I find anyone hassling authors for updates I will drop ferrets down your chimney!

Modern AU

the things we leave behind - Mai and Ty Lee start a ghost hunting channel; their roommate, Zuko, cannot stand their new cameraman, Jet. Meanwhile, Zuko's sister just moved into their shared house, and forms a reluctant bond with Zuko's friend, Katara. Multiship, rated M, 200k, complete, HIGHLY recommend (also check out the rest of the author's works! She's amazing!)

never believed in meant to be - Zuko gets in-school suspension and meets Jet, who's cool enough they spend the day together. It's their first and last meeting. Rated T, 5k, complete. (Check out the rest of this author's stuff too!)

you're built to fall (beautiful) - in between the struggles of figuring out life as sixteen-year-old caretaker of kids, Jet finds himself falling in love with a handsome merman. rated T, 8k, complete. Amazingly written <3

paint it red, they'll cover it up anyway - Jet and Zuko are both kindergarten teachers, and both dealing with a lot of complications in their life. and in love. Rated T, 34k, in-progress

Ba Sing Se

up in the city (until the stars lost the war) - canon divergent AU where Jet doesn't see Iroh heat the tea, and Zuko's a little more receptive to city life. Absolutely gorgeous series. Rated T, 50k, in-progress

(Dont) Lose yourself into me - another canon divergent AU! Featuring rebel shenanigans, betrayal and angst all laid out beautifully. Check out the author's other works too, there's some really good ones! Rated T, 80k, in-progress

clay kids - after a misunderstanding about Zuko's - or rather, Lee's - parentage, he and Jet form a relationship built on lies of omission. Rated T, 35k, in-progress

a lesson in new beginnings - the author's summary probably says it best: 'zuko has bad coping skills, jet has a hella crush, and war is hell. welcome to ba sing se.' Very sweet with plenty of angst, drama, and misunderstanding. Rated T, 6k, in-progress

Post-canon

Like The Fire In Your Heart - Zuko's carriage is ambushed by thieves, and he finds that his old friend Jet isn't as dead as certain playwrights would have him believe. Rated M, 9k, in-progress

Miscellaneous

learning how to use a weapon (& other such tragedies) - flood-based apocalypse au! Beautifully written, possibly one of the first jetko fics I read when I was first starting to like Jet as a character. Rated G, 11k, complete

heat and sand - by the same author as above, au where a race of winged beings live among humans, and wouldn't you know it, they're not exactly welcomed by the likes of Ozai. Zuko finds himself taken in by Jet and his freedom fighters. Rated G, 16k, two completed fics. Honestly check out the rest of the author's catalogue it's all A+

Hearthfire- Jet is taken prisoner by the Fire Nation after his village burns. Rather than be put to work or executed, he becomes the young Prince Zuko's ward and they form an unlikely relationship. rated T, in-progress, 41k, covers canon books 1-3.

Perpetual - Jet, not quite mid-redemption arc, kills a firebender. Zuko can't actually die. Jet decides to make this his own problem. Rated M, 180k, in-progress <3

Sthe song in the secret room - haha second lesbeanlatte work on here 😈 a modern/time travel au based off of the Disney channel show Secrets of Sulphur Springs, if it were PG-13 and involved gator-related manslaughter. Hilarious and heart-wrenching 💚 Rated M, 280k, complete

Some further additions found in this reblog

This list will probably get updated if I remember any more or read anything new. And not to shamelessly self-promote but I have a variety of jetko works of my own, linked here if you're interested at all. :)

#jetko #fic rec #jetko fanfiction #atla fanfic #rec list #ao3 #fanfic #atla #jet #zuko #jet atla #long post

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myfaveisfuckable · 3 months

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Janeway:

- will literally martyr herself at the drop of a hat

- will kill you if she thinks it's what she needs to do for her crew

- will not kill you if she thinks you've got residue humanity after decades as a borg drone even though realistically she really should've (tho ofc we're all glad she didn't)

- will violate your personal rights if she thinks you're not "human" enough and also compare you to a replicator (yes I'm still salty about that. wait what was the question? right, i'll get back on track)

- will say absolutely deranged shit like "then be a good rat and find us the cheese" in the a tone that makes me lose my mind and basically give everyone a crush on her (and also mommy issues) if they spend too long in her vicinity, leading to a very loyal crew

- her solution to having a crush on a fictional character was to delete his wife (very relatable but also very not normal)

- she wanted to watch hot Q on Q sex (possibly for scientific reasons) and looked very disappointed when it was severely underwhelming

- WHO brings a bathtub on a spaceship???

- there's more but y'know

Dokja:

1. Introduced as a bland everyman only made exceptional by circumstance, slowly revealed to be the most batshit, suicidally depressed, bisexual maniac in existence. Uses self-sacrifice like a tool and is completely unaware of how beloved he is by the people he keeps pulling into his fold because he is so deeply and utterly convinced that he is fundamentally unlovable. He's like sixty foundational traumas stacked in a trench coat and he's always sixty steps ahead of everyone else and he loves the people he chooses so so dearly and people keep calling him ugly even though he's canonically pretty average and holy shit dude get some therapy please

2. do NOT let the pretty official art fool u. this is the most average 28 year old salaryman going through the absolute most in the apocalypse. ORV is a story about the most average man on earth with the most mundane, depressing life. and one story that he read to cope with it all. he's just some guy, but he is also the most beloved specialest guy. not because he had some hidden talent. just because he loved a story ferociously and also he likes getting in trouble on purpose. he is the most unreliable narrator you will ever find. every piece of the universe loves him for his average stupid self. you will understand when you read 👍

3. GHBJNKML i am praying someone has sent him in but. unreliable narrator the most ever and also i just. love him so much. orv in itself is such a goo dnovel but like. kim dokja is the definition of love and the most caring person but also he's suffered so much and while. yknow we're introduced to him as a kind of nerd but like. listen he's so fucked up juts LISTEN

4.He looks like a neet-pulled office worker. Spoilers:

turns out to be one of the oldest things in the world and the only being keeping it going and alive. He needs to be there to keep the world going. Also, he got like kind of adopted by Persephone and hades. Like his blorbo is real and in love with him. But this man looks so average that people call him ugly to his face just because he’s surrounded by absolute gorgeous people.

#poll #tournament #orv #kathryn janeway #captain janeway #kim dokja #star trek voyager

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Hi Hi! I hope you're having a lovely day and hope I'm not wasting your time

I would like to request (if it's okay) where the reader is a new recruit to the LOV and is extremely gorgeous and Soft Dabi's reaction and what he would do! <3

You don't need to do this if you don't want too, otherwise, have a nice day! <3

I like this idea :)

Dabi has one goal on his mind. Revenge.

He won’t let anything get in his way, nothing at all.

Until…

He saw you.

Shigaraki had come back from a trip to find some more members, and he came back with you.

“This is Y/N. They seem promising so for the love of god, don’t scare them away,” he said before wandering off to his room to play video games.

Dabi was busy fucking around with the settings on his new phone that he stole got, not even bothering to look up at you.

And then he heard your voice.

“Hi, nice to meet you all,” you spoke.

Dabi was damn near taken away. Your voice was so soft and inviting. He was getting so used to the league’s constant yelling and bitching, so your voice was like a lullaby after a war.

He whipped his head up and nearly said “fuck” out loud, but managed to keep it in his head. You were so… pretty. His pupils widened as he breathed in deeply. His mouth even opened a little.

Toga motioned for you to sit next to her, but Dabi quickly made sure that wouldn’t happen. “Yo. Don’t sit next to her, she’ll try and take your blood,” he spoke, causing Toga to stomp away angrily. He realized afterwards that he subconsciously deepened his voice, perhaps attempting to sound more attractive.

As you sit next to him instead, he quickly remembers that he, in his opinion, isn’t pretty at all. His heart nearly stopped when you looked at him. He quickly threw his hood on and tried to hide his face a little. He was fucked. There was no way someone like you could like him… right?

“What’s your name?” you asked.

“T- Dabi. I go by Dabi,” he responded.

He was internally panicking. Did he seriously nearly say his real name? How could you possibly be having such a big impact on him that he forgot his damn codename?

And so you continued to have a conversation with him for what felt like hours, because it was hours. You and him had completely lost yourselves in each other’s company. And the longer you talked, the more of your personality showed. The more your personality showed, the more Dabi started to absolutely fall for you. You were so perfect.

But after that day, Dabi started to distance himself from you. If you were in a room, he wasn’t in it. He would avoid conversations about you or with you. You even asked Shigaraki about it and he told you that Dabi simply doesn’t like people, and that’s probably the case.

You were upset, but it’s not like you could change his personality. So you decided to forget about him.

And Dabi did not like that.

He started to notice you weren’t looking for him anymore. You weren’t asking anyone where he was. If he walked into the room, you weren’t looking at him anymore.

He was so… angry? Sad?

He didn’t know how he felt. All he knew is that he wanted his attention back. He was distancing himself because he didn’t know how to cope with the emotion of love, but now he has to cope with feeling abandoned. He doesn’t like that at all.

He came up with a plan. If nobody was in the room but you, he’d approach and start a conversation with you. Just the two of you. At first you were confused, after all you thought he didn’t like you, but you were just happy he was talking to you again.

You picked up on the fact that he seemed very nervous when he talked to you. He never hesitated to insult and slap the shit out of everyone else in the league, but with you? With you he would be biting his nails and bouncing his leg, stuttering on his words when he made eye contact with you.

It was kinda cute. You would tease him a little to get more cute reactions out of him. He’d respond along the lines of “shut up” or “quit that” but in a whiney little voice.

You didn’t find it as funny when he started to tease you back. He started getting comfortable and bolder, and was not hesitating to make you blush like crazy.

Now the two of you are flirting like lovesick teenagers and the rest of the league is placing bets on how long it takes until you start dating.

#bnha dabi #dabi #dabi fluff #dabi imagine #dabi is touya #dabi x reader #dabi x y/n #dabi x you #mha dabi #mha touya #dabi headcanons #dabi my hero academia #touya headcanons #touya todoroki fluff #touya x y/n #touya todoroki is so soft

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humdinky · 6 months

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hey all! i just wanted to take a minute to stand on my little soap box and tell you about a manga i picked up last december. it has gotten much more attention since then, but i'd still like to throw my thoughts into the mix.

on the surface, the summer hikaru died explores a pretty common horror trope: what if a person you loved changed into something unrecognizable? do you reject them, or try to connect to the person that they have become? of course, this fear is twisted into something more threatening in a supernatural horror format. what if they literally died and came back as something else that could potentially harm you and your family?

we follow two teenage boys: yoshiki and his best friend (and one sided crush) hikaru, who goes missing in the mountains for a week and miraculously reappears unscathed. he looks the same as ever, but yoshiki can tell that what came back is no longer the hikaru that he once knew. now, yoshiki must come to grips with the fact that something sinister has taken over his friend’s body - and that it has a strong attachment to him.

that's the basic premise, but this manga is still ongoing and there are plenty of different directions it could take. if you haven't read it yet, it's worth experiencing firsthand. beyond the body horror are themes of grief and repressed homosexuality, as well as subtext to read into. i'm not going to be spoiling any explicit plot details, but i'd encourage you to stop reading this and go check it out if a bl manga with gorgeous art, toxic but engaging romance, and body horror sounds appealing to you.

the first thing you'll notice about this manga is that *chef's kiss* gorgeous art! it is uncanny, as you would expect, but it is drawn with so much care. the heavily detailed background art and visual horror create a rather oppressive atmosphere. the author also really excels at conveying character emotions through facial expressions, and there's a lot of very subtle bits of information that you can pick up from them.

being a body horror manga, this aspect is of course given extra care. when it gets supernatural, it takes on an oddly surreal quality. i'd even say that the transformations of hikaru take on an air of eroticism. that sounds out of place, but the author understands that the line between fear and attraction is thin. there is one scene in particular that would be very sexual if not for the absolute nightmare scenario unfolding before my eyes.

one of my favorite things about this manga is the confidence the author has in the reader. yoshiki having had feelings towards' the previous hikaru is never outright stated, it's just assumed that the reader will pick up on it. the village yoshiki lives in views homosexuality as some kind of curse, and the insecurity this creates in him is shown very subtly. the camera's gaze and the little things he says all convey this, like his apparent guilt over staring at hikaru shown through the shadow on his face. his fear of and attraction to hikaru's transformations also conveys this idea. he's also coping with grief in an unhealthy manner, and this is shown through the almost experimental way he's sometimes drawn. but yoshiki is not the only important character, and hikaru also has some depth. his character is harder to parse, but there's more to him lurking below the surface. he's more delicate than his outgoing demeanor would suggest. hell, it's understandable - being a literal monster means his position in yoshiki's life is extremely tenuous. our two main characters form a codependent relationship based on a fear of being alone, something very human and compelling in a messy sort of way.

something that i do not see being brought up quite as much is how tshd uses horror elements to discuss the fears around coming out and dealing with same-sex attraction. so much of hikaru’s internal struggle is such a wonderful metaphor. many of the moments between him and yoshiki serve as a dual narrative - the surface-level narrative but also this very delicate story about two boys from a rural village who realize they have feelings for one another. the whole story in fact is one giant metaphor for dealing with the anxiety losing who you thought you were and embracing concrete truths about sexuality and love.

overall it left me with some very strong first impressions. it is both an excellent horror manga and a nuanced exploration of loss and sexuality. i also find it very refreshing that their relationship isn’t built on any sort of deception or lies, and that yoshiki is aware that he’s an imposter, just not the extent of what exactly he is or what is happening in the town.

#the summer hikaru died #hikaru ga shinda natsu #hgsn #tshd #txt #manga #shounen ai #bl manga #manga recommendation #lgbtq #gay #horror #romance #certainly brings a new meaning to 'exploring each others bodies'#when im in a who loses his head first competition and my oponent is a gay white haired dude 😨

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Enticing 22 (HS)

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

— all chapters of enticing —

word count: 1.9K

Author’s note: Hello everyone! I just want to let you all know that I have the workflow already planned out for the rest of the chapters. I’ve decided to do TWO SEASONS of Enticing and I already have the end of this first season planned. I’ve decided to do two seasons because it would give me the chance to post a new series that I’ve been working on, and it would also give me time to get ahead with the second season and get ahead. Anyway, happy reading!

It was a gorgeous day in Lake Como. The night before after arriving, they had gone straight to bed. All five had been exhausted after the trip. Besides the exhaustion, Y/N's mind had been a mess. She had felt how distant Harry had been. He had barely spoken to her and whenever she reached out to hold his hand or kiss him, he would pull away. So, when the morning came, she didn’t lay and wait until Harry woke up, but instead went straight to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

She put on a hot red bikini and threw on a beige linen set. Y/N looked over her shoulder to make sure that Harry was still sleeping before sneaking out of the room with her sandals in her hand, so his sleep wouldn’t be disturbed.

“Good morning!” Chiara was in the kitchen, preparing some coffee and making some fresh juice. “How’d you sleep?”.

“Good! Would you like some help?” She offered, even though she could see that she had it handled. Chiara like all the high society women that Y/N had met, had a chef and a team of helpers. It hadn’t been easy for Chiara. She was a traditional Italian woman who liked to have control of her kitchen, but the house was too big, and she was terribly busy with the store's management.

“No. It’s all right. Alessandro and William are already outside having breakfast. You should join them! I’ll be there in a second”.

“Holy shit! This was a journey” Y/N called out as she approached the table under the trees. “I wasn’t hungry, but I am now.” The table had been set up under a gazebo. It was adorned with fresh flowers and placemats that matched the color of the flowers.

“Good morning!” Alessandro put down his phone and leaned up to kiss her cheeks. “You look gorgeous.”

“This place is a dream” Y/N hugged William and then sat down beside Alessandro. “What time did you get up?” She asked as she started serving herself some food.

“At five” William sipped on his coffee, “We went out for a jog. I haven’t been able to button my pants since Rome” Alessandro and Y/N laughed. “I am not joking, but do a regret it? Absolutely not”.

“Where are Harry and Michael?”

“Harry is sleeping”

“I haven’t seen Michael.” Alessandro pointed out, “Perhaps he went out?”

“I’ll text him” William quickly texted him, “What are we doing today anyway?”

“I was thinking of just having a chill day by the lake. Does that sound good?”

“That sounds perfect” Y/N just wanted to lay out, read a book and get a tan. She was tired and wasn’t up for dressing up or going out to meet anyone. She was nervous. She thought about confronting Harry and asking why he had been in a mood. However, she was sick of confronting him and tired of trying for him to share his thoughts. Plus, every time she confronted him things got out of hand, and they ended up saying hurtful things to one another.

After breakfast, they all went down by the lake and settled by the dock. Alessandro made sure that food and refreshments were set out for everything they might need. He even made sure to set out sun tanning beds.

“I am seriously now concerned for Michael” Y/N put down her book and pulled her sunglasses down.

“Why?” Harry asked, coming down the dock only wearing his bathing suit. He was drinking a glass of orange juice and holding a pastry.

“Good morning!” Alessandro called out as he turned to look at him.

“I think you mean good afternoon.” William rolled his eyes as he sipped on his beer. “You sick? It’s weird for you to get up this late”.

“Fine. Where is Michael?” He said sharply, as he walked down to Y/N’s tanning bed and sat by her legs.

“That’s what we are trying to figure out” Y/N muttered and pulled her legs away from Harry just as he felt him trying to caress them. Harry turned to look at her momentarily.

William attempted to call Michael, but it went straight to voicemail.

“He is not answering.” Just before William suggested calling the police, he received a text.

I am fine. See you at dinnertime.

“He is alive” William rolled his eyes and threw his phone at Harry, who caught it swiftly.

“What is he hiding?” Y/N asked as she sat up and took her sunglasses off to be able to read the text.

“I don’t know. It better be good” Harry mumbled, “What time did you get up?” He asked Y/N as he ran a hand down her back.

“Early” she shrugged and pulled away from him. She knew she didn’t have to act like it, and it wasn’t going to solve anything. However, Y/N wanted to make him feel like he had made her feel lately. She wanted him to feel the distance that was growing between them.

“What’s wrong?” Harry whispered to her, but she shook her head and opened her book. “Tell me what’s wrong.” He insisted, but her mouth remained shut with her eyes glued to her book. Harry sighed heavily and sat by the edge of the dock with his feet in the lake.

The day passed by them. Alessandro blasted music even though Michael and Y/N were reading. The sun was high in the sky and the wind wasn’t too cold or too hot.

“Beer?” He offered Y/N.

“No thanks”

“Why?”

“Because she gets drunk very easily with beer” Harry responded for her, which only made Alessandro laugh. “I am not kidding”.

“One is not going to hurt her.”

“She is a lightweight”

“Okay, can you stop speaking on my behalf?” Y/N interrupted him, “I’ll have one. One is not going to hurt” She shrugged and reached out.

“Last time by your third beer, I had to basically carry you out of the boat” Harry laughed remembering that night. He had chartered a boat to watch the sunset and had made sure that there was enough alcohol on the boat for them.

“Let her have one” William rolled his eyes, “Shit, you are her boyfriend, not her father”. As soon as the words left his mouth the tension got tense. Harry’s jaw tensed, but he swallowed back his comments and tried his best not to say anything to him.

“Here. Have fun princess” Alessandro popped one open for her and kissed her head before going back to his seat. And so, Y/N drank her beer followed by another one. Alessandro was just about to hand her another one before Y/N stopped him.

“I need to pee” she squeaked, “I’ll be right back” William chuckled as he watched her run down the dock towards the house.

“Y/N” Harry called out as he followed her.

“What?”

“What’s going on with you?” He grabbed her arm and stopped her. “You were fine yesterday, and today you are treating me like a strange— “

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” Y/N interrupted him, “That’s exactly how you make me feel” She pulled her arm out of his grip. “Sick and tired of your on-and-off switch, Harry. It drives me crazy”.

“I’ve done nothin’ wrong!”

“Yes! Yes, you have! Take accountability for your actions” she yelled, poking her chest harshly. “If we keep going like this. This is not going to work” Y/N turned around and walked into the house in search of a bathroom.

“I am sorry,” He said to her as she walked out of the house.

“Sorry is not going to do it anymore, Harry. You can’t keep pushing me away whenever you feel like it. I deserve some stability.” Harry exhaled loudly and reached out for her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and try to meet eyes with her, but she kept looking at everything except at him.

“I know. I was a prick and I pushed you away instead of talking to you. I promise to open more” He pushed some hair out of her face and cupped her face in between his big hands.

“This is it, Harry. I am not going to continue entertaining this if you keep acting like this” She whispered as he pressed his forehead against hers.

“Alright. I understand. Can I hug you and get a kiss?” He had been acting distant and stand-offish, but it had all been because the texts he had read had left his head spinning. Harry had felt like he had been on the verge of losing her to another. He had been so caught up in figuring out his part relationships that he hadn’t noticed another man in the picture. Harry wasn’t self-conscious, he was extremely comfortable in his own skin, but for the first time, his world had been rocked.

Y/N nodded softly and kissed him as he pulled her into a tight embrace.

“I am taking the job” Y/N confessed while Harry gripped her chin.

“Really?” He pulled away with a soft smile. He was surprised. He didn’t think she would ever agree to change her job as a nanny for a corporate job. Harry could see her potential, and he knew that she would thrive especially with the guidance of one of his close friends.

She nodded enthusiastically but was nervous at the same time. When she had gone to college, she had dreamed of a job like the one that Harry was offering her. Harry kissed her lips, hard enough to steal her breath away.

“I am nervous” She whispered against his lips. Harry smiled widely and kissed her forehead.

“You are going to do great. I am sure of it” Y/N smiled feeling all fuzzy inside and excited.

The atmosphere improved significantly when they got back. They finished enjoying their day in the sun and stayed outside to admire the gorgeous sunset. As soon as the sky turned dark, Alessandro encouraged them to get up and head back to the house to get ready. He was starving and wanted to continue enjoying drinking and without food he couldn’t continue.

“This is delicious,” Y/N said as wiped the corners of her mouth. Chiara and Ricardo had joined them which had only made dinner much more entertaining. They had told them embarrassing stories about Alessandro and had also shared how they had met and fallen in love.

“It’s also not hard to prepare. I must give you the recipe” Lamb chops had been served over a bed of pesto pasta. The wine had been as consistent as the amount of bread that they had devoured.

“Where the hell have you been?” William called out to Michael who stood at the archway of the door.

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ughgoaway · 5 months

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Playing on my mind blurb where the band is out walking or getting coffee and they run into y/n. She’s in her regular clothes (maybe even just sweats?), no makeup and super chill. After you and Matty are done catching up (he introduces you to everyone) and she leaves, the boys all sit down and just listen to Matty talk about you for the rest of the time:

“So…?’

“She seems very cool, matty”

“And pretty too right? Just absolutely gorgeous…”

“Sigh… yes matty she is very pretty”

(I'm so sorry this took me so long. I promise I'm trying to work through my asks <33)

Oh, this is a sweet concept… you would be so mortified this is how you're meeting his friends but also so fucking excited to meet his friends. I'm gonna alter this slightly and just have you meet George, i have different ideas for the other two boys…

I think it's probably early on a Sunday, and George and Matty crashed at the studio last night, falling asleep at the mixing desk before trudging to the sofas at 3 am. So once it hits 8 a.m., and they wake up, they are in desperate need of a coffee.

You had a slightly less fun or productive night, just staying up late catching up on the newest episodes of the great British bake-off (yes this is me projecting <3). You don't think you'll run into anyone so you're dressed pretty comfy, in jogging bottoms and an oversized jumper.

You nearly wore your newly purchased 1975 hoodie, but it was in the wash after you spilt tea on it last night. Thank GOD. yes, you were embarrassed about buying it, but your yearning for Matty had reached new heights. This was a way to cope with those feelings that wouldn't get you fired…

You order your coffee and are waiting to hear your name be called, and it is - but not by a barista.

“y/n! Ohmygod, hi!” Matty says insinctively coming to hug you but catching himself at the last second and just waving awkwardly, with George standing behind him equally as awkward.

“MATTY! Oh wow - hi!!” You say moving your hands to fix your hair and pull at your clothes self-consciously.

Holy fuck WHY was he here??? When you looked like this?? Sometimes you show up looking very cute, prepared to work in the coffee shop and live your fantasy of being that cool girl in a cafe.

But OF COURSE, the one time he shows up, you look like this. In a snoopy hoodie, no makeup and your massive glasses on.

Matty is immediately enamoured by you, his brain going straight to domestic delusions. Seeing you dressed like that in his house whilst you're making tea, or when you are getting ready for a movie night.

He focuses on your freckles and your glasses, feeling his heart stutter at how beautiful you look when you're not even trying.

Matty thanked god George told him to fix his hair before he left.

Speaking of George, he was still there, but he might as well not have been. You two were standing in silence, grinning and drooling over each other, and it's then when it clicks to George exactly who you are.

Matty had been talking about you for MONTHS.

“y/n wore a red dress today”

“She waved goodbye to me this morning”

“I saw her at the Christmas disco and nearly gave her a drink”

“No, I don't like her!! Shut up, George. I'm not 15, I don't have crushes anymore”

Despite Matty's denial, he had heard all about you from Matty and from Adam, who watched you two interact recently and reported it back to George and Ross.

“he was basically drooling. Do you remember how he was with Julie Smith in year 10? Like that, but WORSE!”

“oh god, he's down bad huh”

George coughed lightly behind Matty, and suddenly he came back to life and introduced him, “Right! Yes! Sorry, y/n, this is George, my best friend and bandmate. George, this is Annie's teacher, y/n!”

You wave politely at George, and he waves back, cheekily saying, “Ah yes, y/n! I've heard SO MUCH about you” which earns him an elbow in the stomach from Matty.

You obsess over him saying this FOR MONTHSSSS. “But what did he mean??? So much?? From Matty or Annie??? Or adam?? Probably not from Matty… BUT WHAT IF IT WAS??" (your cat does not respond to this rant sadly)

Soon after, your name is called, and you couldn't run away quicker, internally dying at Matty seeing you like this. Matty and George sit down, and Matty is staring out the window, looking in the direction you walked off in wistfully and sighing.

George taps his nails against the cup to bring Matty back and is just about to start talking about the track they were working on but Matty starts talking before he can.

“So…?” Matty says with a lovesick look in his eyes.

George briefly considers not humouring Matty and ignoring what he said, but he plays along anyway, “Yeah she seems really cool Matty, just like you described.”

“I don't talk about her that much! … but yeah, she is really cool. And pretty too, right? Just absolutely gorgeous. But not in a weird way or an ‘I like her’ way just… objectively” he says unsurely, as if he is trying to convince himself as well as George.

With a heavy sigh, knowing no work will get done today, George agrees with Matty “Yes Matty she is very pretty.”

A few seconds of silence pass, and George can't help himself,

“You totally like her though”

“GEORGE NO I DON'T. LISTEN OKAY JUST BECAUSE-”

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#george is already sick of Matty's yearning #he just wanted his oat milk iced coffee he did NOT expect to be stuck with lovesick Matty all day #anon!#teacher au!

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throwingmetothelions · 9 months

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NSFW Alphabet - Nicholas Ruffilo

I would like to say that I know it looks like I’m not being fair to Noah, and potentially the other members, but I wrote this on my laptop instead of my phone or iPad like I normally do. Whenever that happens, I have a tendency to write a little bit more because it’s much easier to type. By the time I converted it over, I realized that each blurb is double the length whoops.

HERE ARE SOME NICHOLAS THOUGHTS AND HEADCANONS. Again, it ain’t perfect truth unless I literally state that. Argue with yo momma.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Pshhhh. Nicholas is like … the king of aftercare. I genuinely believe he doesn't really do the cum towel, but he goes and starts the shower because he wants you to be clean. Nicholas is the type to have a waterproof mattress protector already, and he laid a blanket down that he can easily toss away so nobody sleeps in the wet spot. Nicholas won’t be satisfied until you are breathing normally and grinning a little.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Nicholas knows his eyes are gorgeous. They look so green sometimes, but then they’re grey, and then they’re my FAVORITE - when the sun hits them they look like clear glass. I think he loves the compliments he gets on them. In literally every picture we have of shirtless Nick he’s crossing his arms over his belly and chest, or he's hiding behind someone - Nicholas Shirtless Content Challenge. His favorite body part on you is your thighs. I think he loves digging his fingers in them because they squish, the way you squeak when he runs his fingers over the part where your ass meets them, and that they are heavy when you throw them over him. Warm weighted blanket.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's twist this one around and put it on it’s ass. We’re not talking about how Nicholas feels about his own cum. He loves fingering you because he plays with it. I’ll die on this hill because LISTEN - he collects it on his fingers and scissors them apart so he can see the strings of nectar that HE caused. He likes to lick it off his fingers and your folds. He loves knowing he did that because its a visual representation of hard work kinda like the tattoos he creates. Fills him with pride, and you let him do his thing because you cannot see straight. Although, I will say that out of all of the Bad Omens boys I do feel like Nick has the lifestyle that leads to cum that doesn't taste like battery acid.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Ah. Okay. (Warning: please don't actually cum facedown like this. It's actually terrible for you in the sexual long run but thats why its a dirty secret). Nicholas’s favorite way to cum is by piling up a blanket or a pillow and grinding down on it while he’s laying down. Now, I feel like he discovered this because he shared a room with Noah for ages and didnt have a whole lot of privacy. Also, Bad Omens are the kings of fitting like seven men in one hotel room so you have to learn how to cope. ALSO I may or may not have stumbled across an old snapchat of Noah laying back in a bed shirtless with porn on the tv on one of those after hours channels in a hotel room. Somebody was awake and giggling and someone was snoring in the background. Perfect opportunity for Nicholas to “be asleep” wink wink.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Nicholas actually does have a bit more experience than people probably think, and it's because Mr. Venus In Capricorn likes to build up actual romantic relationships. He canonically never did the “girlies backstage” thing, and I think hes had plenty of time to actually talk to his partners about the things women like, what works in general, and where other men are going wrong. He absolutely knows what he’s doing, and I think hes the type to actually shock you with how much foreplay he’s going to demand. There is no rushing this. He’s a very patient man.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, but he likes to push your legs back. He loves this because the filthy kisses and the eye contact are A1. That's always a good one, but his all time favorite is when you ride him. He can do so much in this position, and you get off the easiest. Nick is the type to grope you all over but its out of wonderment and fascination. Like he spends all fucking day looking at body parts when he tattoos, and he picks up on new details everytime he fucks you like this. He can also help you out a bit when you get tired, and we’ll get into why him grinding into you steals his soul later bestie.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He isn’t goofy. Like at all. I feel like Nicholas has personality characteristics that align with Katie from Horton Hears a Who in that there's an absolute childlike ignorance he can display because he’s too busy staring at shiny things or following the smell of tacos. Mars in Cancer - very mature SO if you laughed or giggled during sex you would have to stop and explain why to him before he can move on. He’s curious, because in his mind this is taking all of the big boy brain cells he has. You could make a joke or a pun about filling holes or something funny, and Nick would instantly put his serious pants on like “alrighty that’s - this is what she wants its my time to fucking GO”. Like hes not even gonna laugh at the joke.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

So I have actually seen (I added it to a post once here I think) a Nicholas titty+chest combo that wasn’t covered and yall … he actually has chest hair lol I say that because he looks smooth everywhere else, but he does. THAT BEING SAID … he has enough chest hair that I’m sure it does that thing where it makes a thin line straight down his chest and into a happy trail. I don’t actually think that he shaves or trims anything though because I don't think he’s all that hairy? He would if you asked (don’t be a dick and ask though girl wtf) but I think he just kinda lets it go. Very chilled back individual. Very nonchalant about this. That being said, shaving other people's body parts is a part of his job so he would be a magician if he did.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

THIS IS WERE NICHOLAS RYAN SHINES. So … Nick deleted his twitter, but I swear all that boy did was joke about how sensitive he is and how easy it is to hurt his feelings.I dont give a shit - Nick is a very soft boy, and he's also incredibly soft spoken when you compare him to most men. I’m also gonna say something and its gonna piss some of you off (I seem to do that everyday so lets stoke this fire a bit) NICHOLAS IS THE MOST ANDROGYNOUS (POSITIVE) MEMBER OF BAD OMENS AND IM NOT JUST TALKING LOOKS. Listen - his mannerisms, his speech pattern, his open sensitivity, and I mean … look at him??? Very intimate dude. Very “what’s goin’ on jellybean,” while tucking his hair behind his ear. He actually is so powerful because he can turn ANY conversation intimate with that soft voice and his eyes. He doesn't mean too. Sometimes he does. Can absolutely make everyone around you disappear with a hand on your knee.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Oof. Nicholas jerks off more than I think anyone would give him credit for. He’s mad respectful about it … He’s never been walked in on. I do think he’s pretty spontaneous about it? He’s so mellow all the time that if he did suddenly get turned on he’d have to remedy it because he needs to return to his baseline. Like for example … if he’s looking up references for a tattoo or something and he sees one too many pictures of ancient Greek statues or Renaissance paintings of women with sheer drapes hugging their curves … his nerdy ass would absolutely take it a little further by accident (he cannot control his wandering mind), and he’d jerk off about it. ALSO I’ve seen some digital art he did like a decade ago and uhm … its … its kinda fucking horny even as a joke so I know I’m right lol

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sensitive Sarahs need to turn it around now. Nicholas is the one that has the breeding kink. SO I think he blurted it out one day out of fear when he was younger. Like he was totally Mr. Safe Sex until his stupid dumb nineteen year old hormonal brain said “its okay to not have a condom Nick. You can pull out (derogatory),” and he did but not in time and it was a whole Avengers level fight in his brain. Now, he holds your tummy really tight when he fucks you and he whispers in your ear about how pretty you would look if he put a baby in there. He’s … yeah, its a kink but also this is Nicholas and he’s such dad material that he’s only half-shitting you when he's saying these things. Like he likes to keep his dick inside of you for a while after he cums just to keep it all in and whisper primal shit in your ear, but he's also actually stopping through the baby section of Target because he saw a onesie that said “My Dad Is a Rockstar” on it and he wants to show you. You are always one filthy tongue kiss away from Nicholas making you both parents.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His all time favorite place I feel like - and this is something he gets to rarely do - is have sex in the ocean. I know, pH situations and all that, but he just loves how close you have to be. He loves knowing that it looks like you’re just clinging to him as you guys bob along with the waves. Nick loves pulling your bikini bottoms to the side and keeping you afloat while you keep him warm. I feel like he’s also big on sex on that couch in his living room thats in all those pictures. Yall know what im talking about … the one with the velvet. Like you put a movie on and you were spooning under a blanket and then BOOM. Your face is turned back towards him so that you can kiss him while he fucks you through Star Wars.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You know what? I think, if you have tattoos, watching you put on lotion or oil after a shower would turn this man on immensely. Like he would see the ink in your skin shine, and he would watch your hands glide all over your body and he would instantly have a boner. Nicholas is also a sweet angel and, unfortunately for him, if he just thinks about you for too long he’ll get excited in public. Nick also has a thing for you wearing his old t-shirts from his scene phase that he never threw away. He thinks its adorable how you didn't really have a scene phase because you were a Hollister teen, so he always asks what the fuck you know about The Maine when you put that shirt on. He tackles you on the bed because you “don't know shit about them”, and he really thinks you should take it off baby.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I firmly believe that Nicholas Ryan Ruffilo does not have it in him to do any sort of impact play. Like if you ask him to slap you a little he’s going to remind you that you guys talked about this, and he's going to shake his head and it’ll be over. NOW - it’s worth noting that, if he's anything like any other tattoo artist i'm friends with, he laughs a little when he inflicts pain on his friends. He would do like nipple clamps, but it actually is difficult for him to even spank you. If your ass is the slightest bit red he’ll have to check on you. He absolutely cannot smack you if its anything beyond a playful tap. Like I think Nick would actually legitimately cry if he did anything that made you wince or flinch because knowing that he caused that reaction means a lot to him. It’s a bit too heavy for our friend.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Nicholas really loves blow jobs. Here's the thing we have to remember - most tattoo artists use talking as a way of distracting clients sometimes. They ask all about the tattoo, they want to know the meaning etc. its all about the client. Nick, just for a little bit, wants something to be about him and only him. He is obsessed with the way you try to hide the little gags you force down, and the way that your spit makes a bridge from your lips to the tip of his dick. He likes holding your hair and admiring you. Big admirer. That being said, if you're the type that can tolerate someone giving kitten licks for an hour, or slowly making out with your pussy until you want to grip the messy bun he keeps and shove his face into your folds THEN LAY BACK AND LET NICHOLAS DO HIS THING. Too much fascination and detail capturing to be able to just - dive in and shake his head like a pitbull on a bone. Can’t do it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Pace, you question? I think he’s all over the map. Nick is 30. He’s old enough to have patience, but he’s still young enough to lose himself for a little bit and fuck you so fast you have to brace yourself lest you smack your forehead into the wall. He doesn’t read the vibe of the room or the time … he just reads you. Do you have some sort of devilish glint in your eyeballs? Are you wordlessly asking him to give you a bit of a friction burn because he fucked you so fast? Or, do you have heavy eyes and a head full of too many thoughts? Are you asking him for slow and calculated thrusts that hit so hard you can feel him at the edge of your cervix? COMMUNICATE AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE FRIENDS. I think it all kinda works the same for him. Like Nicholas knows he’s gonna cum, and he’s not that worried about how he feels about the journey.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Absolutely he does?!? I just told you like … he’s the type to think really hard about how much he loves you and he can get hard. Ya know what? Send him a picture of JUST your pantyline and watch his face from across the room. Watch how he chokes on that water, and watch how he flips Jolly off when he beats on his back to try to help him. “What did you just read, man? Did somebody die,” Noah asks and YEAH. SOMETHING DID JUST DIE. HIS PEACE OF MIND (dont unfollow me pls) but really … it was just the band of your underwear? And he doesnt give a fuck if they’re the ones from the back of the drawer that are all cotton and no sexy in your opinion, he’s ripping them things down your legs while he covers your mouth because youre in what could maybe be a cleaning closet? Except the ground is carpet and there's a weird stain on the floor? Who gives a fuck because he’s railing you within an inch of your life?

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Okay so the birth chart says no, and I would believe it. I think outside of quickies and the little bit of public sex we discussed, I just dont think he feels the need? Like based on what I’ve seen and read he didnt have a strict childhood, and I think the freedom he was afforded means he doesn't feel the need to do anything risky if that makes sense. He wasn’t a bubbled kid - he doesn't have to go do all the shit he wasn't allowed to now because he wasn't restricted. He will experiment within reason … like if you brought home some sort of tingling lip gloss and you wanted to see what it would do during a bj he would let you. “Shine on you funky little astronaut,” he thinks as your eyebrows furrow when you try to figure out how to open the tube.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Nick can last for like … four rounds I’m going to say. He only does because he doesn't seem like the type that needs to cum each round. Nick seems like he decides if thats the goal each time he has sex. Like the goal could be that you have fun just bouncing on it, and that’s fine! He doesn't have to cum if that wasn’t the goal. So, he can go for quite a while because he’s gonna do different shit each time. Nicholas is only going to stop because he physically has run out of steam, but honestly he’s down for you to use him. Bassists have fingers that are strong as hell and hey, you’ve ridden his hand before when he was laid back and that’s perfectly cool with him. Nicholas is notorious for actually not lasting all that long but it’s because your pussy is too powerful, and he is but a simple man. He can usually pull out and stop himself though. He’ll calm down then continue.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns a few, but that’s just because you bought them. Nicholas does seem to be bashful, but the days of having to walk into a sex store are over because the internet will send that vibrator directly to your doorstep! Or Nick’s! I think that you might have like … used a vibrator while he was fucking you and then it kept tapping his dick and he - it fucking scrambled his brain. You caught on quick and held it on the shaft and he had a split second urge to go back to church after he came down from that high. So yeah, I just think he’s an experimenter when he feels like he's in a safe space and he's doing safe things. He’s never been insecure about his dick because he believes that stress is a killer, so he knows that he can satisfy you. He’s proved it, but he wants you to have all the pleasure you could possibly get. If he needs to put on his wizard hat and use a fucking wand he totally will he doesnt care.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Okay. I feel like Nick is so easily flustered and he’s so emotional that you need to be careful about teasing him in public. Noah wouldn’t really, but Folio and Jolly will absolutely gang up on him and rib him and he’s going to curl in on himself if you make a move in front of them. THat being said, when you get into the bedroom he’s a “grinds between your lips until everything is soaked and you probably came all over him but he’s not stopping” type of guy. Again, he doesn't care about the journey so it’s no skin off his ass to do this for hours with his teeth grit and his jaw tight. One of the only times you’ll find sternness with him is when he grips your hips really hard because he’s stopping you from angling them to slip the tip of his dick inside. Behave.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

AHAHAHA. Nicholas has the second highest pitched moans in Bad Omens (guess you’ll be waiting for Folio and Jolly to see who steals first, huh). This is purely based off the actual range of his voice. He’s got very light and airy moans. They float. I think he definitely lets it out more than the other guys because he has the least amount of shame AS AN ADULT. Younger Nicholas was different, but as an adult I think he understands that women want to hear that. That’s one of the few ways he can let you know he likes what you’re doing when his words are gone. A lot of “oh my god” and he would actually be the type to whisper your name. He was a little apprehensive about that, but he loves you so much he doesn't give a shit anymore. He’s also kinda loud when he comes. He doesn't do too much grunting, but he definitely cusses like a sailor.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

YOU GUYS. I thought about this too hard, and it fit so well with Nick that I - here you go. You can laugh its okay. You dont have to hear me out because ive decided it happened in my head … Nicholas taught Folio how to eat pussy when they were younger and HERE'S WHAT MY HEADCANON SAYS HAPPENED: Folio was eighteen and he had a girl he liked that was looking forward to the tour ending, and Nicholas seemed like the one he could confide in most. He was scared that Noah would get cocky but then actually fail him because well … Folio wasn’t so sure that he and Noah were not in the same boat. Jolly was out of the fucking qquestion because he knew he’d make him learn how to do karate with his tongue. He wanted to impress her, and bass fishing lore wouldn't cut it. Long story short, Nicholas used his pussy licking knowledge to help his little brother out when they shared a motel room on tour once. Nobody asked why he needed to stop at the store and grab peaches at 9 pm. Folio’s tongue game was gossiped about for 3 months in his town. Some say that the blabbering she did accidentally opened up a portal. This was when Nicholas became someone Folio would always listen to and agree with no matter what.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

So I actually think he’s a little bit bigger than average, but only by an inch or so. Nicholas is so cool, calm and collected that I feel like he’s got to be happy with whatever he’s got going on down there. You don’t make that many dick jokes, fondle that many dudes nipples, and pose like you’re getting spanked that many times if you’re insecure about anything. He’s also straight up not worried because he is perfectly knowledgeable about what his mouth and hands are capable of, and he knows what he can do to you without actually penetrating you. Like Nicholas is the type to make you realize you can cum from getting your tits sucked. He is the inner peace and earth cracking orgasms master.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Nicholas, if he’s at home and you’re there, it’s pretty damn high but that circles back to earlier. Remember we said he needs to clear his mind and get back to being zen? So he needs you to help him make the horny demons go away, and he’s absolutely the type to ask for like … mutual masturbation or something of the sorts. He’s content just jerking off alone if you’re not feeling it, but he would rather watch you lazily play with yourself, or let him fuck up into your fist for a little bit if sex is off the table. His sex drive is high, and there isn’t a damn thing you could do (besides the no’s we discussed) that could lower it. Like you walk out in a nightgown with holes in it and a grease stain on the collar? Bend over. You just came in from doing yard work and you’re sweaty and there’s dirt on your nose and you’re wearing a faded family reunion shirt and leggings that give you that belly roll you hate? He’s ready to tear your shit up; he simply does not care. Big man of taste.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

So if it’s just one round it doesn’t matter if he came - he ain’t sleepy yet. He would want to maybe shower, go smoke, watch some tv with a snack, or draw for a little bit. You can go to sleep, though. He hates to say that he almost prefers it like that. I feel like Nicholas is the type to want to make sure that you are satisfied, asleep, and he knows where you are so that he can go and have his own quiet time by himself. Like after a few rounds, you would be knocked out, but Nicholas would go sort his vinyls, or fit a vet appointment for his cats into his schedule before he crawls in next to you. He seems like the type that needs to just be alone in some mild quiet for a little bit sometimes, and he finds that the best time is after he gets all of his tension out by fucking you. His whole world is so calm now.

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