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#one of my classmates once complained about feeling bad about not doing anything for a guy on a corner and i recognized who

tautozhone · 17 days

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idk how to start this so this post is ab individual action, trying to motivate positive change in the world, etc etc

a lot of growing up in the US for me makes things feel more scary than they are. like it’s actually not that difficult to go out of your way to get a bottle of water or iced cup of water from some random drive through if you think you should do it. either fast food conglomerate or local actually, it’ll usually be cheaper than 5 dollars to get drinkable water. i try to have 5-10 dollars i can justify spending on water, and asking for change, because sometimes when i’m out driving i need to go grab water.

i do not do this for me as much as i try to do it specifically when i see someone who’s most likely homeless on a street corner. i’m sure one day i might do this and they might not be there when i come back, but what have i lost really? a bit of time and a bit of money that would’ve meant more to them, that i can hold onto until i see them next.

the pressure that a lot of people feel when they think “what can i do” comes from this grand narrative that the average citizen can singlehandedly fix the housing crisis. rich people? maybe. nonprofits? not in a day, not all one person still. what can i do is a question i ask a lot. what can i do, not just because it feels bad to move along like nothings wrong with the world, but what can i do that will do anything. what can i do that makes even the smallest change.

i feel like it took me too long to figure out a personal method to what i consider individual action. it’s taking time to get to my own financial stability to be able to do more. but for now it’s as simple as water and cash. not water and food, but water and cash.

individual action means a lot in small steps, go get a bottle of water bare minimum and the price of a meal if you can and then just give it to them. if it wasn’t such a miserably hot place where i live i would keep a pack of water in my car, which i still want to do for the sake of having immediate access to water to give someone who might need it- hot or cold sometimes won’t matter. but when it’s hot out, get cold water, if it’s cold out, a warm tea will hydrate more than coffee will as long as it’s not super caffeinated.

#very genuinely i’ve always felt paralyzed by the idea i cannot doing anything to help and on the grand scale i kind of can’t #i can’t give someone a house to stay in where i could take care of the space enough to get someone back on their own feet #but i can give someone water and some money for whatever they need #one day i’ll be able to do more but for now. water bottles and cash.#what i want to say here is everyone knows bare necessities and everyone knows ways to get them #i also have an opinion that you should sit with and hold the harsh feeling of seeing the world fall apart and help people survive anyway #idfk man #i’ve met some extremely fucking jaded people in my time at college who seem to have no way to piece together that they can do SOMETHING #one of my classmates once complained about feeling bad about not doing anything for a guy on a corner and i recognized who #because i’d seen him too and done nothing at least 5 times before one day on the way home i gave him all the cash i had on me #she’d said she’d do more if she wasn’t so scared and anxious of being hurt. i don’t see how he could even look harmful or dangerous #he blessed me and offered a hug and asked me to have a good day and said thank you and i still can’t see why she was scared of him #at the same time i hadn’t done anything until i saw myself in someone else and thought it looked nasty. looked uncaring.#i saw him again today and gave him a water bottle and all the cash i had on me. i told him the weather seemed hot #he agreed with me and he took the bottle of water #i think i interrupted him opening it to hand him the rest #he got up and he blessed me again #offered a hug and more thank you’s and it’s so simple but i felt us both human in that moment. talking about the weather in a brief exchange #wishing each other well as we go different ways #he wouldn’t stop thanking me and wishing me well #i told him it was the smallest thing i think anyone could do and i still walked away hollow wishing to have done more somehow #to suddenly own an apartment complex nearby for him and anyone he knew that needed it too #not a rigid shelter but a place to make home #blah blah blah talking too much about a deed done because i get emotional about humanity #tauto talks

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slayfics · 5 months

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Super Smash Bros Tournament in the MHA dorms.

You grabbed the popcorn from the microwave while still having your nose pressed into your book. You’d been obsessed with a recent series lately and not able to set it down. You walked through the common room making your way to the elevators to go back to your room and continue reading.

You were so involved in the book that you hardly noticed your other classmates until,

“Hey! You’re joining the tournament tonight with us right?” Denki called out to you.

“Hu?” You finally looked up from your book.

Since moving into the dorms Denki had convinced almost everyone to play him at Super Smash Brothers. Now he hosted tournaments in his room from time to time

“Nah, I’m super into this book Kaminari. Maybe next time!” You called, continuing to read and walk to the elevator.

“Are you sure?” He said teasingly. “I had you playing Bakugo in the first round. Guess I’ll just have to move the bracket around.” He said, eyeing you mischievously.

You stopped walking and picked your head up from your book.

“Does that mean you’ll play?” Denki asked with a sly smile.

“Fine, I’ll be there. But only because I don’t want to ruin your bracket.” You replied

“Yeah sure sure,” Denki winked at you knowing full well you were only coming because of Bakugo.

Bakugo only joined you all once. He rage quit after one match when losing to Denki and stated video games were a waste of time and didn’t have anything to do with real-life skills. You were surprised Denki had convinced him to try again. Or maybe it was Eijiro who wore him down.

You reluctantly placed your book down in your room and made your way over to Denki’s dorm when it was time.

Denki opened the door as soon as you knocked.

“Hey! Come on in! Everyone’s already here. So we can get started soon,” he smiled and welcomed you in.

You scanned the room seeing Eijiro, Sero, Fumikage, and Katsuki packed into Denki's dorm room.

You made your way in and playfully pushed Eijiro to the side, "Make some room," you teased as you sat down in between him and Katsuki.

"Oh excuse meee~," Eijiro said playfully.

Katsuki just rolled his eyes, his disdain for being here all too obvious.

"Can't believe I let you talk me into this again, shitty hair," He grumbled.

"Awe come on Bakugo, at least try to have some fun," Eijiro replied, trying to lighten his friend's mood.

"Alright," Denki exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "As you can see I have the bracket written out here on my whiteboard. With me as the first seed of course," he spoke, pointing to the whiteboard boastfully. "A six-person turnout tonight not bad, not bad. We'll get started with the first match now. Come you two," He waved at you and Katsuki to sit and get started.

"Why the hell am I first?" Katsuki grumbled.

"It's because you are ranked the lo-" Fumikage began to explain the bracket rules honestly before you cut him off.

"It's random!" You said eyeing everyone in the room and silently begging them to shut up. You knew Katsuki would rage right out of the room if he was told it was because out of all of them, he was ranked lowest.

"Yeah... just have fun, ok man!" Eijiro said encouragingly.

"Whatever," Katsuki said, falling into his chair and picking his character.

"Still sticking with Fox?" You asked as you picked your usual main.

"Just start the damn thing so I can get out of here faster," He complained.

Beginning your match it quickly became clear to you that you were much more skilled at this than Katsuki. It made you feel conflicted about trying to go easy on him or not. However, you knew if Katsuki thought you were holding back it would only piss him off more. It didn't take long for you to beat Katsuki 2-0.

"Whatever this shit is a waste of fucking time anyway," Katsuki said raging out of the room.

Eijiro let out a loud sigh at his friend's behavior and you quickly followed after him.

"Bakugo are you seriously leaving already?" You said following him out into the hallway.

"Why wouldn't I, I'm out right?" He asked.

"Yeah but... You could stay to watch the rest of the matches," You suggested.

Katsuki let out an amused huff. "No thanks, I don't know why you extras get so involved in that game. If that dumb-ass spark plug spent half the time training his quirk as he does video games he might actually be a pro hero someday."

"Come on, I know it's not fun to lose but-" you began to say before Katsuki cut you off.

"Be very careful with your next words," He said through gritted teeth, causing you to let out a sigh.

"Bakugo, listen, everyone in that room knows you're the best at anything having to do with being a hero. Your quirk is the best, you train the hardest, and you beat all of our scores in the last exam. So... can't you give them this? Can't you let your friends have their moment to shine and boast about being good at something?" You tried to reason with him.

Katsuki crossed his arms and averted his gaze from yours.

"Look, don't tell any of the boys I told you this but- they all really look up to you, ya know? So I think it means a lot to them that you finally came to one of these again, and it probably makes them feel really good to be good at something in front of you."

"I'm not sticking around to be made fun of just to make those damn idiots feel good about themselves." Katsuki barked.

"Oh believe me they know better than to make fun of you," You spoke letting out a giggle. "Like I said, they look up to you. Besides, you don't want to stick around and see me beat Kaminari? I'll be sure to wipe that smug look off his face and be the top seed next time," You said, finishing your attempt at reasoning with Katsuki.

"Tch-," Katsuki looked at the floor for a moment before a devious smile spread on his face. "Fine, I'll go back. But you better fucking beat his dumb Pikachu. I'll set off my quirk a bit during your match to throw him off so don't get startled and be ready!" He yelled and started to walk back to Denki's dorm.

"Pretty sure that's against tournament rules but sure let's do it," You laughed following him back into the room.

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bbobpul · 9 months

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break my heart again 2 — njm

PAIRING. na jaemin x reader SUMMARY.how's jaemin gonna give back for all of y/n's efforts now that he finally can? it's been years—just how much has everything changed? GENRE. angst, fluff, she fell first 🤭 W/C. 3.5k NOTE. hello, part two is here! so sorry i couldn't make a taglist. i didn't have time to make one. nevertheless, i hope this fic make its way back to you. love u all and thankies sm !!!! also, my requests are open !!!

(⁠☉⁠｡⁠☉⁠)⁠!⁠→ my other works !!!!!! part one here!!

i find it hard to picture myself ever being as dedicated to something or someone again, just like how i dedicated my entire college life to na jaemin.

lately, i've been feeling like i forgot what it's like to actually have a dream. back then, na jaemin was my dream, he was my driving force. i would force myself to wake up so early in the morning just so i could see him (or his car) enter the gates of the university. i would go to school even though i am sick and feel a lot better when i get home because i saw na jaemin. but now two years after graduating, i still haven't found a decent job that i actually enjoy.

it's a common experience that many people go through, and i suppose i shouldn't complain about it. maybe i need to put in more effort and push myself harder. part of me wonders if having na jaemin back in my life would rekindle that same sense of dedication that i once had. but as i say these thoughts out loud, they sound absurd, even to myself. why would i wish for my first love to return just so i could find a decent job? why would i long for na jaemin to come back merely to feel that spark in my life again? it's puzzling why i'm even dwelling on thoughts of him and wondering if he holds the key to my happiness and success.

oh, to dream.

oh, for that old dedication to still burn within you.

if only you hadn't acted so dumb that day. could life have taken a different path? are you even happy now? if you hadn't let fear hold you back back then, if you'd actually been brave enough to listen and follow through, would you be happier today?

but no matter how much you keep bothering yourself with that memory, if people come up to you and ask if you feel bad about everything that happened that day, you'd say no. you don't feel bad at all.

deciding to let him go was one of the best things you did. he seemed happy when you left, and after that, you never heard anything about him. he's like a touchy subject in your group of friends, which can be tough sometimes since you share friends. but does it really matter now? him not being in your life probably means he's happier and more peaceful, right?

are you feeling peaceful? is being stuck in a 9-5 job that hardly brought you joy a happy situation? scratch that. did being in that job make you happy? clearly not, as you've just mustered the bravery to quit. and in doing so, you've never felt more joyful.

did you really make the right decision?

just as you were pondering your own question, your phone buzzed on the bedside table. you grabbed it and saw that the caller was renjun, your incredibly patient best friend.

"y/n," he said, his tone becoming unusually serious. "what's up?" you asked. "do you need money?" "yeah?" "here's the deal: our college is putting together a documentary film, and they've chosen your department. but guess what? your old classmates are bombarding me with messages because it looks like you're ignoring them all. frankly, i can't believe you even answered my call," he griped. "wait, hold on. what film? and why would they pick me? are they searching for someone with a post-college life so sad that it belongs in a documentary?" "well, you were practically a legend back in college, so… and apparently, the director specifically wants you, which leads to… well, another issue…" "what's the problem now?" "it's going to be directed by jaemin."

and just like that, you ended the call. but a few seconds later, renjun's call came in again.

"i'm not going to do it." "you stubborn brat." "why him?" "i have no idea!" "why is he even directing? wasn't he studying architecture or something?" "i don't know, y/n. i haven't heard a single thing about him since your graduation." "what do you mean?" "that's not important now, y/n. you're in need of money, right? seize the opportunity. do it for the cash." “so will you do it or will you do it?” “for the cash.”

...

"y/n, you've moved on, haven't you? what's done is done. i'm pretty sure jaemin has forgotten all about it. this chance is coming your way, so just accept it." "i guess i will."

you're drawn in by the idea of making some extra money and the possibility of catching the eye of potential agents or employers. right now, you're at a crossroads, thinking about how this documentary could be a stepping stone to more job opportunities down the line. this situation is different from what usually drives you – this time, it's not about others, it's about focusing on your own goals and aspirations.

you're deliberately avoiding dwelling on your past. just as renjun mentioned, you've moved beyond it. what's done is done. right now, your focus is firmly on the present and the potential that lies ahead in the future.

what's in the past is behind us, including whatever existed between jaemin and you.

from renjun

tomorrow at lunchtime, they'll be going over the schedules and discussing what to film. if you want, you can chat with the director now. his number is 0825 813 2000.

in response, you simply replied with a "okay."

the night before the lunch meeting, a jumble of emotions has you in its grip. the idea of reconnecting with jaemin, who used to be your best friend and is now someone distant, fills you with a sense of awkwardness. you tell yourself that this is about working together and the chance to grow professionally.

after taking a deep breath, you decide to shoot jaemin a text. your fingers hesitate as you type, and the uncertainty you're feeling seems to seep into your message. you finally press send, and your text reads, "hey, it's y/n. heard we're meeting tomorrow for the documentary. just wanted to check in before that."

in almost no time, your phone buzzes with a response: "hey y/n, good to hear from you. yeah, looking forward to our meeting. let's catch up and chat about the project."

the conversation is polite, but beneath the surface, there's an unspoken layer of complexity. you can feel the hesitation in your exchange, a silent recognition of the shared history that's now a distant memory. as you talk about the meeting and the documentary, the easy flow you once had is noticeably absent.

as the texts go back and forth, a sense of tension seems to hang in the air. it's as though the years of friendship you once had are casting a shadow over your conversation. the effortless connection you once shared now requires effort, and both of you can sense the change.

as the conversation wraps up with a simple "see you tomorrow," you're left with a mix of excitement and anxiety. the idea of seeing jaemin again, especially in a professional context, stirs up a range of emotions. this situation is a stark reminder of just how much things have changed – and maybe how some things can't go back to the way they were.

you believed the conversation had concluded, only for your phone to ring once more, bearing yet another message from him. as you read the words on the screen, "i missed you, y/n," a rush of emotions floods over you.

"what's going on with him?" you mutter to yourself, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion. your gaze remains fixed on the message for a moment, your attention drawn to the three blinking dots in the corner – a sign that he's in the process of typing a response. several more seconds tick by, the dots eventually vanishing, and in response, you shut your phone off. you make an attempt to settle into bed and get some rest, but truth be told, it's hard to claim you managed to sleep soundly that night. an undercurrent of thoughts and emotions keeps your mind restless.

the day of lunch lunch finally arrived. you sat across from jaemin, his words forming a distant hum as your thoughts remained clouded and preoccupied. the lingering impact of his recent message kept you in a state of unease, making it difficult to fully engage in the conversation he was leading.

then, something inside you snapped, and you found yourself abruptly interrupting him with a question that had been gnawing at you, "why me?"

he looked at you, his gaze steady, and his response was quick, "why not you?"

your frustration simmered as his words hit you. he was choosing to be cryptic, and it was only adding to your confusion. pushing past your exasperation, you pressed on, "listen, i know we didn't part on the best terms, but why come back now and act like everything's fine? i mean, sure, it's better than hostility, but why choose me? i'm the one who's no longer part of your life."

his expression remained neutral, void of any emotions as he replied, "that's not true."

you raised an eyebrow, challenging him to elaborate. "what's not true?"

"that you have nothing to do with my life, y/n," he stated firmly.

the weight of his words settled heavily between you two, the gravity of the situation growing more apparent. the lunch table had transformed into an arena for confronting unresolved issues.

you scoffed, unable to hold back your disbelief. "jaemin, i made one mistake, and now you're trying to imply that my actions shaped your entire life?"

his eyes held yours, unwavering. "y/n, it's not just about that one mistake. everything that followed, everything that shaped who i am today… it's all connected to you."

your mind reeled, trying to grasp the enormity of what he was suggesting. the complexities of your shared history seemed to crash over you, leaving you grappling with a whirlwind of emotions and a tangled web of unspoken feelings.

the weight of his words left you momentarily speechless, and in an attempt to shift away from the intensity, you sought to change the subject. "where are the other producers? why is it just you here?"

"y/n…" he began, his tone suggesting he wanted to continue the previous conversation.

however, you opted to sidestep the discussion entirely. you pretended as if the profound exchange hadn't just occurred. "i notice you're taking on the role of a director now. quite the career shift, huh?" you inquired, masking your internal turmoil with a casual demeanor. you acted as if there hadn't been a two-year gap in your connection, as though things between you were perfectly ordinary.

he met your gaze, a faint hint of something unreadable in his eyes. "i pursued another dream when i felt i'd lost the chance for my first one."

"your first dream… not architecture, then?" you prodded, curious about the direction he had taken.

he shook his head, a soft chuckle escaping him, leaving you puzzled yet again. "no, not architecture. well, i suppose that just wasn't meant for me back then, but maybe it is now."

the cryptic nature of his response only added to the layers of confusion and intrigue that surrounded him. there was something about the way he spoke that hinted at deeper currents beneath the surface, emotions and experiences that he hadn't fully revealed. you found yourself torn between the desire to push for answers and the instinct to allow him his privacy. the lunch meeting had transformed into a stage for untangling not just the complexities of the documentary but also the intricate web of emotions and history between you and jaemin.

leaving the restaurant, a whirlwind of unanswered questions dances in your mind. yet, for now, you choose to tuck those thoughts away, focusing instead on the looming filming date just a few days away – next saturday.

in the span of time between that lunch and the upcoming shoot, jaemin proves consistent in his attempts to bridge the gap between you two. he regularly reaches out, updating you about his day and proposing get-togethers, which you consistently decline.

the days pass, marked by a series of messages and missed opportunities. despite the undeniable tension, there's an undeniable persistence on jaemin's part, a determined effort to reconnect and reestablish a sense of familiarity. however, your apprehensions and the memories of your past dynamics hold you back, keeping you from embracing his overtures.

as the countdown to the filming day continues, you find yourself in a delicate dance – balancing the unresolved history between you and the prospects of the future. the lines between your personal and professional lives are blurred, and the documentary project becomes a backdrop against which the intricacies of your relationship with jaemin play out.

you find yourself constantly pondering what his intentions could be. his actions leave you wondering, and you can't help but question what he's aiming for. in your perspective, you're merely a negative aspect of his life – a streak of misfortune. you would have expected him to have learned from the past, but his determination remains unshakeable.

as you contemplate these thoughts, your phone lights up once more, bearing yet another message from him. his name on the screen triggers a whirlwind of emotions – a mixture of uncertainty, annoyance, and a hint of curiosity. opening the message, you brace yourself for whatever he might convey this time. the consistency in his attempts at communication only serves to deepen the intricate web of emotions you hold for him, leaving you caught between your shared history and the unpredictability of the present.

"the offer's still there, y/n. :)" "jaemin, let's be real. just because i'm on board with your documentary idea doesn't mean we're suddenly best buds again. a lot has changed." "i want to reconnect, though." "actually, scratch that. i want to get to know you all over again." "jaemin, i appreciate the effort, but let's keep things professional, okay?" “i’m sorry, y/n. goodnight.”

after your straightforward message, his responses ceased. a silence settled in, stretching on until saturday – the day you were set to see him again. the anticipation and uncertainty had been building, and now the moment was finally at hand.

you stepped into the studio and immediately noticed that you and jaemin were the only ones present. your confusion must have been evident on your face, prompting him to address the situation promptly.

"um, the team thought having fewer people in the room would create a more personal atmosphere," he began, his voice carrying a hint of unease. "and, well, they decided to keep me here, you know, being the director and all, and also because we have a history…"

his words trailed off, and there was a subtle vulnerability in his tone. it was as if he was acknowledging the intricacies of your past connection, while simultaneously recognizing the complexities it introduced into your current dynamic. the studio, usually a place of creativity and collaboration, had transformed into a space laden with the weight of your shared history.

"it's okay," you responded, your words carrying a touch of reassurance. as your reply registered, a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips – a detail you couldn't help but notice. after all, it was that very smile that had ignited four years of your life, a smile that held memories and emotions you had both shared.

"um, i'll just ask you a few questions, and then you're free to go," he stated, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness that didn't escape your notice. this new facet of his demeanor felt unfamiliar to you, a departure from the confident jaemin you had known.

you found yourself disliking this uneasiness, and a thought occurred to you – maybe it was time to rekindle something within him. as he began asking you questions, you decided to respond in a way that would evoke a certain familiarity between you two. it was a subtle attempt to bridge the gap, to draw out the person you once knew.

you had believed that his silence was what you wanted. you had convinced yourself that distancing yourself from him would protect you from the past mistakes. but now, facing the reality of the situation, you realized that perhaps a certain selfishness was ingrained within you. maybe, just maybe, you yearned to erase the distance, to defy your own rationalizations.

in this moment, you found yourself yearning to rekindle what had been lost, to bring back a connection that once meant so much. the conflicting emotions within you painted a complex picture of your desires – a battle between self-preservation and the longing for something more.

however, as you locked eyes with him and saw the lack of any discernible emotion in his gaze, a haunting wave of fear resurfaced within you. in that moment, it was as if time rewound, taking you back to the day of your graduation when your heart and spirit had felt shattered. the memory of that painful experience rushed back, accompanied by the doubts and uncertainties that had plagued you.

if you were to truly confront your own feelings, you'd admit that what you witnessed that night had left you questioning your own worth. the events had stirred up doubts about whether you had ever been deserving of taking risks for, whether you had ever been someone worth fighting for.

"hey, good morning, y/n."

"morning, director."

"how's today treating you?"

"pretty good, thanks."

"hmm, and what's life been like after college?"

"…"

"take your time."

"at first, i felt okay. my friends were all getting closer to their dreams, and i was genuinely happy for them. especially…"

"especially who?"

"especially the person i left behind."

"…"

"i was content being happy for someone else. then another year went by, and i wasn't feeling so great anymore."

"do you really think they're happy?"

"hmm?"

"the person you left behind."

"yeah. and my other friends seem happy too. they've got jobs they love, they're with people they care about, and i only had… renjun *laughs* … but sometimes, i can't help but feel like i'm the one who got left behind, you know? even though i was the one who walked away."

"let's talk about your person."

"oh *laughs* he's not my person."

pausing for a moment, you glanced at jaemin behind the camera. the question lingered in your mind: what was he trying to do? his actions and intentions remained a puzzle.

his expression grew serious, his gaze fixed intently on you. it was as if he had something to convey, something he was holding back.

"the last time i actually saw him was in an instagram post. he was with some girl. it happened on my graduation day. i waited the whole day, hoping he'd appear in the midst of the crowd. when he didn't, i held onto the possibility of seeing him by the gates. but that didn't happen either. my last hope was maybe he'd send me a single message, but by the end of the day, nothing came. then i went on instagram and saw a photo – a warning, i guess. a warning that i should just stop hoping. that… happened a few weeks later, i think. or maybe it was just a few days after our argument, the one where he told me he couldn't love… yeah."

you met his gaze and once again, his face was serious. his eyes were furrowed and his mouth was slightly open. a few moments passed, and he let out a shaky breath. screw it, you thought, it's out there now and i don't care anymore.

your silent exchange was interrupted as he shifted the camera away. confusion clouded your thoughts as you watched him move. he turned back to you, his expression still serious, and then he grabbed a chair from the nearby table. he sat down with his back facing you.

the room felt charged with unspoken emotions, leaving you to question his intentions and actions. it was as if he was peeling away layers, searching for something beneath the surface.

"did you know that…" he began, his voice breaking the silence. "she was his sister?"

"i never told you about her, that's on me," he admitted with a chuckle. "that was her last day, y/n. so i decided to spend the entire day with her. i'm sorry."

you were taken aback. "i'm sorry–"

"it's okay, y/n."

"i know i left you with so many questions that night, but let me tell you… every effort you made, every cookie you baked, i cherished all of it. i loved you. i'm sorry if my actions made you doubt yourself."

another pause filled the air.

"i left when you left."

"you were my dream. architecture wasn't really my passion, you know? i was struggling a lot, but luckily, you were there with me. i decided to chase after what i truly loved when you left, because i realized if i wanted you back in my life, it should be when i'm at my best, right? i wasn't lying when i said i couldn't love. i didn't want to love you when i was broken. i wanted to be the best version of myself for you. i thought that if i wanted you to be with the best person, then that should be me. so i became that person, a director, and then i planned all of this." his eyes finally met yours.

"i was always looking at you."

tears welled up in your eyes, and he seemed to notice. he took a step towards you and enveloped you in his arms.

"i'm sorry for not holding onto you back then, baby. but i promise, i won't let go of you now," he whispered.

"i'm sorry for leaving, jaemin," you sobbed.

"shh, you did what you thought was right."

"do you want to have lunch with me now?" he asked.

a mixture of emotions flooded your heart, and with a nod, you replied, "yes, jaemin."

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sugar-omi · 9 months

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i start school in 12 hours 😧

so to keep from losing my sanity imma ramble about how Cove would make school fun if you hate it, like me!

Going to school with him, rather it's by bus, car, or on foot is always nice bc you guys can just talk and hang out on your own.

If someone ever tries to start shit w you, he's there and ready to kick ass. (not literally, he's a gentle giant. i mean unless he really has to)

If you get easily burnt out and lack motivation to do your school work, you guys can have study sessions!!! although results may vary when it comes to how much work you actually get done 💀

Sits next to you in all your classes and pouts when your schedules don't line up. Promises to see you at lunch and if you hate the caf like me he makes it soo much more bearable just by being there.

If you're a complainer like me, he'll listen to you and give solutions

his solutions: "let's just skip."

you don't tho. not too often at least

i feel like Cove would definitely be the type to skip for you. Like you tell him you're not going to school and he's already at your window like 'ok so what are WE gonna do then?'

doesn't matter if he was dressed and ready to go, he doesn't wanna be there without you.

UGH HES THE BEST I NEED HIM SO BAD

THAT LAST BIT MADE ME SMILE

school was hard for me socially n I never did the homework, so cove would definitely help you do the homework even if you end up copying some of his answers

socially, like I said before he tries to take thr heat off you. and I agree he doesn't rlly get physical!!! but if someone is giving you a hard time he comes up behind them, puts a hand on their shoulder.. "why don't you stop bothering them?"

or will stand in between you and crosses his arms. cove isn't that scary but he doesn't care abt that, he just wants to protect you

will indulge in your complaints too!!! even shares his own complaints. AND BACK TO THAT SKIPPING THING

okay just to set the scene, let's say you're really stressed and end up having an anxiety attack or feel one coming on before class. cove pulls you to a secluded spot and you end up calming down and crying while he holds you, eventually falling asleep with your head in his lap while he stands guard.

after that, whenever you get stressed or tired. anything like that, he finds a spot you guys can hide and you'll skip class.

you try not to do it often since they'll end up calling your parents, but you treasure those little moments bc he'll share a snack or doodle w you, or even better play more hangman w you <333

will play tic-tac-toe in the middle of class!!!

also I love cove climbing thru your window fully dressed for school and he's like "so, what did you dream last night bc I dreamed I was a SHARK which was rlly cool but then you were a fish n I ate u and I woke up and cried-"

this man is crazy istg

omg if this is like step 3 n youre dating he'll walk you to all your classes and squeezes your hand goodbye bc he's too embarrassed to kiss in front of your classmates n teacher (definitely does it once on the cheek and RUNS AWAY)

yall never live down how lovesick you are I promise

OMG SENDS TERRI AND RANDY TO DELIEVER MESSAGES OR SNACKS N STUFF

once had terri deliever a little sticky note w a heart on it or smth and terri went "omg yall are so CHEESY EVEN WHEN YOURE APART" randy is giggling and teasing you too

omg imagine he's in PE and he sees you. he runs to the door or window and looks back and forth before he steals a hug or kiss (pls kiss him, if not you owe him 2 kisses to replenish his energy fully)

teacher: holden! get back here. stop making out w y/n!

cove: *jumps 10 feet* y-yes! omg.... I'll see you later y/n<3

#olba #cove holden #cove holden x reader

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witchofcustom · 10 months

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Saving The Girl (Great Saiyaman (Son Gohan) x Reader)

Summary: After being saved by the mysterious Great Saiyaman, you wanted to repay him. He knew the perfect way to do so.

CW: Very minor mentions of violence at the start, NSFW

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: I’m in my “I actually feel like writing for once” phase that happens like once a year. The idea for this one has been at the back of my head for a while.

Two men had been holding you at gunpoint, demanding you to hand over your capsules and money. However, before you could do so, a man swooped in, kicking the guns out of the men’s hands and catching you in the process.

He was wearing a green suit with a red cape, along with a helmet. It felt almost like a childishly stereotypical depiction of a superhero, but there wasn’t any time to complain.

“You two better not do anything like this again! Or The Great Saiyaman will come to uphold justice once more!” The man says before striking a pose. His voice sounded familiar, but you weren’t sure from where. Before the two men could retaliate further, Saiyaman picked you up bridal style and flew off, taking you somewhere safe and secluded.

“T-Thank you so much mister! You saved my life!”

“It’s no problem. That’s just the job of a hero such as myself.”

“Is there any way I can repay you? I don’t have much money but…”

“Don’t worry. I do this for the sake of justice. I have no need for payment!”

“I’d feel bad if I don’t though…”

Your teary eyes and innocent face made Saiyaman’s heart skip a beat. He could feel his pants tightening and blush developing on his face. He was thankful that he was wearing his helmet so you wouldn’t notice.

“W-Well… I do know a way you can repay me… But we’ll have to go back to your place first!”

You agreed, not noticing the chuckle from Saiyaman as he grabbed you and flew to your place.

“Um… If you don’t mind me asking… How do you know where I live…? The last person around your age who came over to my place was a classmate who was helping me with a school project.”

“O-Oh don’t worry citizen! I once fought off a villain near this house and remember seeing you!”

You weren’t sure if you completely believed him, especially as you could tell his super hero persona was starting to slip up, but you were curious as to what he would do, so you didn’t say anything. Not to mention, on closer inspection you could tell how attractive he was. Despite the dorky outfit, his body was very well toned and sexy.

“My parents aren’t home right now, is that okay?” You said while unlocking the front door.

“That’s no problem at all.”

You took him to your room, sitting down on your bed. You talked with him a bit about things like school, hobbies, and the like. You brought up one of your best friends at school, Son Gohan, and how he’s the only other boy your age who’s been in your room. Saiyaman couldn’t handle holding back much longer and kissed you on the lips. It was a long and passionate kiss. Saiyaman had very soft lips, but there was also a sense of roughness as he grabbed your left breast.

“Well citizen, are you willing to repay me?”

You nodded enthusiastically. Even if you weren’t sure where this would go, you didn’t want to risk losing an encounter with such an attractive man.

Saiyaman began to remove his pants and then underwear. His cock sprung free, already leaking some precum. He was very embarrassed, he’d never done anything like this before. He began to wonder if what he was doing was wrong, but after seeing you undress, he knew he had to go through with it.

He began to play with your pussy, mainly rubbing your clitorus. You began to moan from such pleasure. This made Saiyaman get even more turned on. Your voice was the cutest he had ever heard, and he never imagined he would be in a situation like this. He then stuck two fingers into you, eliciting an even cuter moan. You thought he would have taken his gloves off, but the silky feeling of them on the inside of your vagina made it feel all the better.

“I-I’m sorry Great Saiyaman… I’ve never done anything like this before…”

“Don’t worry citizen, I’ll treat you right! You’re doing great.”

Saiyaman kept fingering you with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other. His gloves were soaked. He wanted nothing more than to take his helmet off and devour your juices, but he didn’t want to risk exposing his identity. If only he wore his sunglasses and turban…

“Well citizen, it’s time for the main course! Are you ready?”

You nodded enthusiastically. Saiyaman took a gulp and lined up his penis with your vagina. You just now fully realized just how big it was. You were excited but also a bit nervous.

“Alright citizen, it’s for me to take your repayment!”

He then thrusts into you. You didn’t expect such fast movements from the man who had just been so soft. But you weren’t complaining at all. He was so rough and animalistic.

As Saiyaman grew closer to climaxing, he started to think of all kinds of things. It was like something awoke within him. Things such as biting you or tying you up. But he quickly pushed these thoughts away. He’s a hero after all!

“Are you about to cum, citizen?”

“Y-Yes Saiyaman… I am!”

“Let’s release together then!”

He picked up the pace of his thrusts, as the two of you reached climax together. He was too engrossed in the throes of pleasure that he forgot to pull out. The idea of you becoming pregnant with his baby, someone you thought you didn’t even know, was really appealing to him however. He wanted to keep his cock inside of you for much longer, but he knew he had to go.

Eventually he did pull out and helped clean you up. He treated you with such care.

“Um… If you’d like to stay the night you can… Saiyaman…”

“That is an appealing offer, however I have to uphold justice, and bad guys could be roaming the streets at any time!” He said as he began to put his clothes back on. He could still smell your scent from his gloves and it made him want to do everything all over again.

“However citizen if you are ever in trouble, call for Great Saiyaman, vanquisher of evil and ally of justice, and I will be there to save you!” He said while striking a pose.

You laughed before saying, “Well if I can repay you in ways like this then maybe I should get into trouble again~”

Your flirting made Saiyaman almost lose his cool, and he quickly gave his goodbyes and flew off.

He returned home rather late, which made his mother quite angry. He was quite worried that she would find out about what he did, but thankfully he wasn’t caught.

The next day at school some people were talking about the Great Saiyaman, most insulting him for his outfit and mannerisms. You, however, stuck up for him, saying how he’s a true hero.

“You agree that Great Saiyaman is amazing, right Gohan?”

Your classmate, and best friend, Son Gohan, nodded. He had been acting odd all day. His face had been red and he had been looking away from you.

“Y-Yeah I guess…”

#saiyaman x reader #great Saiyaman x reader #great saiyaman #saiyaman #son gohan #son gohan x reader #gohan x reader #dragon ball z x reader #dragon ball x reader #db x reader #DBZ x reader #my writing

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trainsinanime · 1 year

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I feel like talking a bit more about Vanisher 2.0 and Red Volpina (todo: look up what these Miraculous Ladybug season 5 episodes are actually called). My previous review of them has been,

Yes there is stuff where the writing still has potential to get better (not once but twice does everybody in class believe a known liar over Marinette!? Marinette’s classmates suddenly realized Chloé was doing badly in school and somehow that’s Marinette’s problem!? Lol), but it’s still better than it’s ever been.

But maybe there's more to talk about here. Just a couple of days ago I saw a post that complained bitterly about how unfair it is that Marinette must always prove herself, and how Alya was a bad friend in these two episodes.

I don't think that's a great hot take, but I think there is a kernel of truth here. The writing in these episodes was not 100%, but in ways that are interesting to talk about. This isn't meant as salt; I watched the episodes with my sister and I had a lot of fun with them regardless of their flaws. I just think it's interesting.

First of all, I don't think it's actually a problem that Marinette must prove herself. Marinette encountering obstacles and overcoming them through cleverness and strength of will is the point of the show. That's literally fine.

The real issue here is that all the characters are written rather weirdly in order to make the plot happen. Alya is the most visible victim of this, but everyone suffers from it to a certain degree.

In fact, in Vanisher 2.0 (todo look up episode title), this even applies to the villains. Sabrina does not want to steal for Chloé because it goes against her code of ethics as a police officer's daughter. Where did that come from? She has stolen from Marinette before, on Chloé's behalf, back in Darkblade in season 1. The show is just summoning conflict out of thin air.

(There is probably a joke to be made here, about how the cop's daughter steals and plants fake evidence on Marinette to accuse her of a crime, but that's a different thing.)

But it is most notable with Marinette. In Vanisher 2.0 (todo look up title), everybody sees stolen high-value goods such as… paper doilies…? appear out of Marinette's bag, after Chloé told everyone they'd be in there. And the conclusion everyone draws is that Chloé is correct.

Then in Red Volpina, the class learns that Chloé has never made her own homework, something the teacher apparently never noticed before. The class somehow agrees with Lila that this is Marinette's fault for not recognising that Chloé is struggling, despite this not being Marinette's job, and despite Chloé's insistence that she isn't struggling, she just doesn't care.

Neither of these are at all consistent with basically anything that came before. The class knows who Chloé is, how vindictive, petty and entitled she is. They also know who Marinette is, are friends with her, and a surprisingly high percentage are or have been in love with her.

From a story perspective, it makes sense, though. Both episodes want to tell a particular story. In Adoration (todo fix all the spots where I called it Vanisher 2.0), the point is to get to Zoé's big heroic self-sacrifice for Marinette. In Revelation, it's about how always seeing the best in people can sometimes lead you astray. Those are both interesting ideas in their own right. It's just that the episodes used narrative shortcuts to get us there, and ignored character consistency along the way.

I think the point about Alya is the most important one here. Saying "Alya is a bad friend" is canonically not true (look at all the stuff our poor girl puts up with on Marinette's behalf), but also missing the forest for the trees. As smarter people than me have put it, Alya is often only in the story to make Marinette's internal conflict an external one, so we can see the different sides argue in screen instead of imagining them in our head. As a result of that, Alya is sometimes her own character, and sometimes, very often in fact, just whatever she needs to be to get the plot moving.

In Revelation (todo fix yada yada), the plot they had in mind wouldn't work at all if Alya took Marinette and Adrien seriously, and acted on all the information she has. So she just doesn't. That doesn't mean she's a bad friend, it means she's a narrative tool, one that the writers don't always wield super well. Alya is far from the most irrational person in this episode (come on, Gabriel, giving Lila superpowers again? Even though you know she hates you? That's just silly), but since she's one of the good guys and Marinette's best friend and often portrayed as the voice of reason, we notice it the most in her case.

I think the show is genuinely nice and fun, but there's no denying that its writing has flaws. Sometimes more, sometimes less, and these two episodes have some that just stand out a bit. Framing that as "the show is unfair to Marinette" (or even "Alya is a bad friend") is not an interesting way to discuss that, in my opinion. The real issue is that the show had a story it wanted to tell, only twenty minutes to do so, and so it crammed that story in with a crowbar, regardless of the cost. Both episodes have enough good moments to make up for it in my personal opinion, but they have central moments that are just plain clunky.

#miraculous ladybug #ml s5 spoilers #ml season 5 spoilers #ml adoration #ml revelation #ml adoration spoilers #ml revelation spoilers #ml s5 #ml season 5 #mlb meta #adoration spoilers #revelation spoilers

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izurusstuff · 2 years

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message from junkosstuff: hello my lovelies, it’s time to write smut for my highest kin with a reader that has my ultimate >:)

cw: smut. straight up smut. sex, even. praising. mentions of bullying. also, this is a fem!reader

summary: you’re a student at hope’s peak academy, and your ultimate gets you bullied due to its nerdy nature. however, one student you crossed paths with a few times comforts you ;)

Multiplication (Ultimate Mathematician Fem!Reader x Izuru Kamukura Smut)

Once again, you sat eating your lunch in the library. It’s not like you were complaining about it, to be fair. You just took this as an opportunity to work on your ultimate, which happened to be nothing but math. After all, it was relaxing to rearrange all the numbers in your head. The way you could plug them in to get a different outcome- it was soothing, all of it.

What wasn’t soothing, though, was the cruel remarks of your classmates while you were at lunch. All you were doing was simply standing in line, yet Togami had to purposefully trip you and make you drop your lunch all over yourself… his cruel and apathetic words rang in your head over and over, which was so bad that not even numbers could help.

“Look at you… on the floor covered in your own filth like the pathetic excuse of a human you are. Have you not learned your place here? Your ultimate sounds smart, but you’re utterly useless in the grand scheme of life.”

Ouch. You knew he was mean, but that was just another level of cruelty. So cruel, in fact, that you hadn’t even noticed the tears rolling down your face that landed on your book.

“If you’re going to break down in the library, could you do it quieter?”

The new voice caused you to whip your head around, in which you noticed the familiar boy you’ve started to consider a friend; Izuru Kamukura. Much to his discretion, he didn’t expect you to look so… pitiful when you were upset. If you didn’t know any better, you could almost detect the sense of regret in his eyes.

“S-sorry. I’ll go-”

“No. Stay. I have no other source of entertainment here. Everything is boring.”

Did… Izuru actually find you interesting? Maybe you were just delusional. You were probably daydreaming this to make yourself feel better. Well, you thought it was a dream.

That was, until Izuru sat across from you as he stared straight into your eyes with a hint of concern.

“Tell me… who did this to you?”

“I-it doesn’t matter, Izu-”

“But it does. You’re sitting here across from me with tears rolling down your face. Does that not matter?”

His voice was actually sort of comforting, which was the last thing you expected. Wasn’t he supposed to be some emotionless monster? Because he was an absolute sweetheart to you. Especially during moments like these.

“I’m fine, really… Thank you.”

After your words of reassurance, you could’ve sworn you saw his lips twist into a slight smile. It was refreshing; his presence alone was like the breath of fresh air you take after being underwater for too long. His smile was even better. When you knew it was there, it was as if your jailed heart was freed from its bounds.

Little to both his and your knowledge, he felt the same way.

Izuru turned his head to look around for a moment, which caused you to raise an eyebrow in curiosity. Was he searching for something? Was he embarrassed to be with you and wanted to be sure no one saw him? Great, now you felt worse- but Izuru could detect your emerging anxiety and rested his hand on yours. Although he didn’t say anything for a while, his gaze held all of the things he needed to express.

“Try to relax. I could never be ashamed of being with you. The only people who should be ashamed are the ones who can be so evil to a beautiful human.”

Wait, beautiful-? Did he just say-?

It didn’t matter; you didn’t have the chance to think. Before you could even object, you could feel his lips getting closer to yours. Of course, you leaned in almost instantly. For such a cold human, his lips were so warm. You could dare to separate from them, nor could he separate from yours. But sharing a passionate kiss at a table wasn’t the most optimal for privacy, so he slowly stood up without breaking the kiss. Eventually, he backed you up against a wall between the bookshelves, still engaging in the kiss. For some reason, you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, which caused a raspy groan to release from his mouth.

And that was when you felt something pressing against your lower region.

Both you and Izuru were growing more aroused by the second, which unfortunately broke the kiss. With your lips puffed and swollen from the excessive kissing, you gave the boy a look to make sure you were on the same page. Thankfully, he was able to pick up on it and he nodded before going back in to kiss you.

The kisses weren’t enough anymore. Both of you needed more, so you pulled away to nibble on his neck and leave a few marks. That was something he definitely couldn’t have predicted, which only excited him more as his hands made their way under your shirt. Izuru’s touch was so gentle. So precise. You could’ve sworn he was an angel with how graceful he was being with you.

As those delicate hands took off your shirt, you turned your face to the side in embarrassment. Kamukura, of course, wasn’t too fond of it and gently brought your chin back to face him.

“Look at me. You are… so beautiful. The most breathtaking thing this boring world has to offer. I refuse to let you think otherwise. Let me prove it to you.”

His soft praise made you blush, but you obviously nodded. After you tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear, you felt something warm prodding at your entrance. Apparently Izuru’s fingers made their way to your cunt while he was sweet talking you.

“So wet for me already. You’re truly adorable, Y/N.”

Before you could even say anything, you felt a finger slip inside of you, causing you to let out a gasp as a reflex. Since he knew you liked it, he added another one and began to move them in and out, making you moan in tune with his thrusting.

“Those sounds… they’re so pretty. You should make them more.”

It’s not like you really had a choice, but you allowed yourself to let out even more moans as your nails dug into his back. When you heard him wince in pain, you immediately felt bad, but he merely added another finger and sped up his pace as if he was rewarding you. Your special “reward” caused a knot to build up in your stomach, which you signaled to Izuru before he added his thumb into the mix. He used it to brush across your clit, ultimately making you cum on his fingers.

“As much as I enjoy those lovely noises, I don’t want to overstimulate you, perhaps we should-”

You didn’t let him finish his sentence. Your lips attached to his yet again, this time rutting against his groin as he moaned.

“W…want you… more…”

Your neediness surprised him, but your boldness is what surprised you. You were so desperate just to feel him inside of you that you would do nearly anything, which Izuru slowly realized. He certainly didn’t mean to make you a sex-crazed slut in that moment, but he wasn’t going to complain.

“Then take off your clothes for me, will you?”

You did as he asked on near instant instinct, but you added your own little twist to give him a show. Neither of you had any idea where this version of you came from, but you couldn’t care less. Izuru couldn’t either, because seeing your bare body mesmerized him. Looks like you were able to put the world’s most powerful human under a spell of lust, because he grabbed your thighs and slammed into you without warning.

“Forgive me for being rough, I just couldn’t… wait for this-”

Izuru grunted out, his words punctuating with his thrusting. Each one made you more and more desperate for him to ruin you; babbles spilled out of your mouth as he smirked at your eagerness. All that was comprehensible were the little moans of his name, which drove him insane. He wanted to ruin you in that moment, but he couldn’t allow himself to do that to someone so innocent and pure.

“I-Izuruuu! I-I’m so close! P-please don’t stop! I love y-you!”

You couldn’t even stop yourself from your confession of love because of how good he was railing you. Instead of responding, he pressed your lips together and gently cupped your face as his forehead rested against yours. You weren’t the only one in love.

“Me too… you’re doing so good for me, darling. Just like that…”

And with those words, you came undone around your friend’s cock. You could feel that he was close too, because though the quivering legs, you felt the throbbing before a warm sensation spilled out inside of you.

“I…I love you too, Y/N…”

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #izuru kamakura #danganronpa izuru #izuru kamukura #izuru kamakura x reader #izuru kamakura x reader smut #izuru kamukura smut #izuru kamakura smut #danganronpa smut

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demcgorgons · 2 years

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spin the bottle - eddie munson

pairing(s): eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: a high school game of spin the bottle. eddie is your best friend and despises parties, but loves you.

wc: 3.0k

warnings: nothing too bad i think. tiny bit of angst if you squint, making out, bad ending as it’s always gonna be

eddie munson couldn’t remember the last time he willingly went to a party. being not so popular, he tended to avoid crowds, especially crowds of high schoolers just waiting to throw insults and dirty looks his way. eddie also couldn’t remember the last time he’d told you ‘no’. you were eddie’s best friend. had been since freshman year and eddie was just smitten with you. anytime you asked him to do something, you’d bat your eyelashes and give him the cutest pout he’d ever seen. he simply couldn’t tell you no.

that’s the predicament he found himself in as he found himself being led by you into the house of one of his peers. the house was spilling with people and he could feel the vibrations of the loud, bass-filled music before he even stepped across the threshold. as the two of you wove through groups of people milling about the driveway, he recalled the conversation from earlier that day:

“please, eddie!” you begged, grasping his upper arm. the two of you made your way through the crowded hallways of hawkins high, as the last bell had rung and everyone spilled out of their classrooms at the same time, anxious to start their weekend. eddie had grabbed your hand to keep you close as he attempted to weave through the throngs of high schoolers standing in the middle of the hallway, goofing around, or in a similar hurry to get to the parking lot and get out quickly, before everyone else left. getting out of a high school parking lot was a bitch.

“y/n, i’m sorry, but i really don’t feel like giving up my friday evening surrounded by people i can’t stand during the day. i could be planning my next campaign or something!” he complained.

as eddie focused on making his way to the doors that led out to the parking lot, he noticed that you hadn’t responded. he glanced back at you, and you pouted at him. you looked so cute, he felt his resolve crumbling a little. the two of you reached the exit, and as the crowd thinned, he slowed so you could walk alongside him, his arm casually thrown across your shoulders, as opposed to you barely holding onto his bicep as he nearly dragged you through the labyrinth that was high school. “please?” you tried again. “we’re almost graduated and i still haven’t been to a party or gotten drunk or done anything fun that you’re supposed to do in high school!”

eddie scoffed. “you get high with me on a daily basis.”

you rolled your eyes as you reached eddie’s van. “i still feel like a loser in the eyes of the high school gods.”

“y/n, what the fuck are you even talking about?” eddie deadpanned as he unlocked the van and climbed in the front seat. you opened the passenger side door, throwing your bag into the back behind you as you sat in the seat and buckled up. “first of all,” he said, pausing to put the key in and turn it, the van roaring to life. you jumped as metal music blasted from the speakers, and eddie quickly turned it down. “you are a loser,” he continued, looking over his shoulder and backing out of his parking spot, before speeding out of the lot, very narrowly missing your classmates. “you hang out with me on a daily basis. second of all, there’s been tons of parties we haven’t gone to this year. why’s this one so important. third of all, there’s no such thing as high school gods, and if there were, they’d be idiot jocks who peaked in their junior year, so you definitely should not be taking their advice on anything.”

you rolled your eyes again. “i don’t know. i was thinking about how we graduate soon and how i haven’t done anything super crazy that i’ll get to tell my kids once day. i haven’t really done anything fun or crazy or super rebellious. i don’t know how to explain.” you shrugged. “but i really don’t want to go without you! you’re my best friend, i want to have fun with you! it wouldn’t be the same.”

at those words, eddie clenched his jaw, fingers absentmindedly tapping on the steering wheel. “fine,” he sighed. ‘i’ll take you to this dumbass party.”

“yay!” you cheered, leaning over to give him an awkward side hug. “thank you, eds! you’re the bestest ever!”

“yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, trying not to smile brightly at your adorable reaction. as much as eddie munson hated parties, he loved pleasing you just a little bit more.

eddie dropped you off at your house, so you could get ready. you changed out of your jeans and old tshirt that you wore to school for a cute skirt that you had bought a few weeks ago, but hadn’t had the chance to wear yet. you matched it with a cute top and a thin cardigan to go over it. you washed your face, and reapplied some makeup, feeling very jittery. this was your first party, and you hoped it’d be kind of like the ones in the movies. you wondered if people really did drink out of red solo cups. you also wondered if you’d finally get past first base with somebody. you’d kissed guys before, but none were very enjoyable and you never agreed to second dates with any of them. you thought about who you’d want to go that far with. a face flashed in your mind. you shook your head at the thought. “he’s your best friend,” you scolded yourself quietly. “you can’t think like that.” you shook off the thought reluctantly.

while you waited for eddie to pick you up again, you finished up what homework you had left. you heard the familiar roar of his van and you ran out of your house, shouting a goodbye to your parents.

“hey, eds!” you said, beaming. “i’m super excited! thanks for coming with me.”

“no problem,” he said, glancing at you. he did a double take. “woah, y/n, you look really nice.” your smile seemed to grow wider.

“thanks, eds!” the ride to the party was loud and fun. you let eddie blast his metal and the two of you jammed out to metallica, disturbing the houses you drove past. finally, eddie pulled into one of the richer neighborhoods of hawkins, parking near the mailbox, almost hitting it and a few of your peers. they gave you dirty looks as eddie shut off the engine and you hopped out of the passenger seat.

you made your way into the large house, the bass increasing, with eddie in tow behind you. it felt like your eyes were vibrating. the entire house was already crowded, people taking shots in the kitchen, the living room full of people dancing and grinding on each other. two girls who you recognized from your chem class pushed past you, holding their drinks above their heads, nearly knocking you over. you were loving it.

“eddie!” you shouted over the music. “let’s get something to drink!” you weaved through the crowd of your peers, entering the kitchen, which provided some relief from the hoards of teenagers spilling out of the house. other than a few people making out or taking shots, the kitchen was empty. eddie poured the two of you red punch into red solo cups, to your delight. the punch smelled strongly of tequila, as eddie had informed you, and you winced as you took your first sip. “that shit burns, oh my god,” you coughed.

“y/n!” a voice said. you jumped and turned. it was edith, a girl from your english class. you two were friendly, having been paired up on a few assignments together. “didn’t expect to see you here!”

“i know right!” you squeal excitedly. then remembering your manners (and the tall boy behind you), “edith, this is eddie.” eddie nodded in her direction and she flashed him a quick smile.

“listen, a group of us is upstairs. we’re trying to figure out a game to play. wanna come?”

“sure!” you said, finishing off your drink. edith smiled and told you that they were in the master bedroom. she squeezed your arm and disappeared back into the crowd. you poured more punch into your cup, filling it about halfway. “wanna come, eds?” you ask, noticing how quiet he’d been.

“sure. was planning on staying near you anyway.”

you felt a rush of gratitude for your best friend. you set your cup down and pulled eddie into a hug. “thank you for coming with me,” you said, your voice muffled by his shirt. you can feel his heart beating and you lean onto him for a second, letting the sound drown everything out. eddie hugs you back tightly and pressed a soft kiss to your head, mumbling a soft “‘course” to where you could barely hear him.

“you ready?” you ask him, taking his hand. he squeezes your hand twice, signaling that he’s okay. the two of you step into the living room, ungraciously pushing past people, trying to make it to the stairs. you lead eddie to the second floor and find the master bedroom. opening the door, you see edith sitting in a circle with a group of seven or eight other people. you close the door behind you as you greet your classmate, the noise from down below softened instantly.

“hey, y/n! hey, eddie,” edith said. “come join us! we’re gonna play spin the bottle. make room for them,” she ordered the circle. everyone shifted uncomfortably, trying to widen the circle.

you giggled, taking a seat next to edith, eddie sitting next to you. “spin the bottle? isn’t that a game for seventh graders?”

edith rolled her eyes. “yes. i tried telling them that, but i guess this is the most they’ll be getting tonight, so humor them, i suppose.” she quickly introduced you to everyone. you recognized a few guys from some of your classes. “okay,” she said, placing a bottle in the middle of the circle. “who wants to go first?”

“me!” the guy sitting diagonal from you shouted a little too loudly for such closeness. you remembered him being in one of your classes. his name was brady, you think. your mind was already growing a bit hazy from the tequila. he spun the bottle and it landed on the guy next to him. he groaned and his friend looked taken aback. you covered your mouth with your hand to try to stifle your laughter as you watched brady try to press a quick kiss to his friends cheek while his friend dodged his every move. eventually brady gave up, and his friend spun the bottle. it landed on edith, and she rolled her eyes

“yeah!” he cheered, crawling on his hands and knees to move closer to her.

“oh, shut up,” she huffed, meeting him in the middle. they pressed their lips together in a kiss. edith pulled away first, smiling at his face. he looked like he’d seen heaven, which you found cute.

“he likes you,” you teased in edith’s ear. she playfully shoved you, then leaned forward to spin the bottle. the game went on for a few rounds before brady spun again and it landed on you. butterflies shot up in your stomach. you realized that you would be kissing a random guy in front of other people. you’d had your first kiss, but kisses for you were few and far between. you nervously pushed forward, brushing past eddie. your arm briefly touched his and you felt him tense up. you didn’t have time to think about it, because brady had your face in his hands and his mouth on yours. it was a nice kiss. you could taste the alcohol on his lips, and you leaned in for more, before he pulled away. he was smirking and you felt very warm, feeling like everyone was staring at you as you scooted back to your spot. you shyly met brady’s eyes and he winked at you. then, you glanced at eddie, who looked impassive. however, you could tell that his jaw was slightly clenched. you touched his hand, concerned. his gaze met yours and you gave a look, asking if he was okay. he shrugged noncommittally.

“y/n, spin the bottle,” edith said loudly, definitely drunk. you spun it, and to your surprise, it landed on eddie. you looked at him, eyes wide. he returned your stare.

“is it okay?” he asked, speaking for the first time in a while. “i mean, it’s the rules, but if it will make things weird, then-”

“no!” you interrupted, “it’s fine.” you gave him a small smile and placed your hands on his shoulders as you turned to face him. your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned in, gently pressing your lips to your best friends. it was a soft kiss, but you felt fireworks exploding in your stomach. your kiss with brady hadn’t felt like this at all. you pulled away, after a few seconds, feeling confused. eddie was your best friend, you’re not supposed to feel that way about your best fucking friend. you’re also not supposed to kiss your best friend either, a voice in the back of your mind said.

eddie pulled you from your thoughts by abruptly standing up and storming out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

“uh, maybe he didn’t like the kiss?” edith said, slurring her words. you shot a glance at her, annoyed.

“i like you better sober,” you snapped, before getting up and following eddie. you immediately regretted your words, but you doubted that she’d remember it tomorrow. you ran downstairs, but you couldn’t find eddie. you pushed past people dancing and searched the kitchen, but there was no sign of the lanky boy. all the bathrooms were occupied be multiple people from the sound of it. you pushed your way to the front door, feeling overwhelmed by the loud music and throngs of high schoolers. relief flooded your body when you saw him leaning against his van, lighting a joint.

“hey,”you said cautiously, dragging your feet as you approached him. “you okay?” he grunted, not giving you an answer. “what happened back there? i’m sorry if i went too far. i know we’re best friends and friends as close as we are probably shouldn't have-”

“it’s not that,” eddie cut you off, taking a drag of the blunt. he exhaled and craned his head backwards, looking to the sky. “never mind. it’s not important.”

“yes, it is!” you insisted, grabbing his hand. “eddie, whatever you’re feeling is important. please talk to me.”

“y/n, i promise you, this doesn’t matter. let’s just go home, okay?”

“no,” you said firmly. “i’m not going anywhere with you until you tell me what the hell is going on with you.”

he groaned, rolling his eyes. “jesus h. christ, you’re so goddamn stubborn.” you fought back a smile at those words. eddie munson could never tell you no. “i mean, you know i already hate going to these things. haven’t been since sophomore year. i went for you. i knew how much this meant to you. i met your annoying friend. i played that stupid ass game. but you think i could just sit there and watch some other guy touch you, kiss you?”

you were stunned. “w-wha-?”

“you kissed him, y/n. and then you kissed me. what am i supposed to do with that?”

“eddie, it was a game.” you felt flustered. “it didn’t mean anything. come on, eds, you’re not making sense right now.”

“do you like him?” he asked, ignoring your comment.

“no, i was just playing the game,” you repeated.

“do you-,” eddie paused, licking his lips. he took a deep breath and pressed on. “do you like me? or was that just the game as well? cause i need to know if you felt what i did.”your breath caught in your throat. your head felt dizzy and you wondered if that was cause of the alcohol or the boy standing in front of you, a desperate, pleading look in his eye.

“i-i,” you stammered. “i mean, w-we’re best friends, y’know?” eddie’s shoulders visibly slumped and you felt panic bubbling up inside you. “yes!” you blurted, internally screwing everything. “yes, i like you, eddie. that kiss was…the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“are you drunk?” he asked, lightly bouncing from one foot to the other, as though he was barely allowing himself to believe you, but so desperately wanting to. “y/n, please, are you drunk?”

you shook your head, stepping even closer, placing your hands on his cheeks. “no,” you breathed. “eddie, i’m serious. i like you. a lot more than a best friend should. do you like me?” you asked.

he laughed softly, cupping your faces in his hands now. “are you seriously asking me that?” he whispered. eddie brought your face to his, before kissing you for the second time that night. the fireworks returned, and you moved your hands to his chest, gripping his shirt intensely, as if you couldn’t get enough. eddie lightly bit your bottom lip, and you whined, opening your mouth to let his tongue enter. you moaned at the taste of him, having wanted this moment to come for months. eddie pulled away, smiling. you remembered where you were, but were unable to bring yourself to feel embarrassed as you’ve finally kissed your best friend.

“you know, you never have to be jealous, right? i’ve only ever wanted you,” you breathed, taking in every inch of eddie’s face. he looked more beautiful than he usually did, face flushed and lips slightly swollen.

“i’ve only ever wanted you, y/n,” eddie said, pressing another kiss to your lips. “i’m sorry for blowing up at you. you were just playing the game.” you giggled as he jokingly rolled his eyes. “seriously, though, if that guy tries anything, i’ll kick his ass.”

“i’m sorry for making you wait so long,” you said, resting your head on his chest. “do you want to head back to the party or no?” you knew the answer before he even said it, and eddie munson would not only remember this as the day he finally got his dream girl, it was also this very first time he told you ‘no’. a monumental occasion, indeed.

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In Close Proximity, Part 1 - Jean Kirstein x F!Reader

summary: You and Jean have different social circles, rarely if ever running into each other on campus - until one night when things start to change. Now you can't seem to be able to avoid him, which makes things very awkward, especially since he's suddenly decided to stop speaking to you.

cw: explicit sexual content, consumption of alcohol, some hurt feelings, fingering, vaginal sex, mild praise kink

NSFW, 18+ - MDNI. MINORS and AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT!! Or you will be blocked!

word count: 7.5k

Cross-posted on AO3

The first time you met Jean Kirstein was fairly unremarkable, with neither of you making a particularly strong impression on the other. Your interactions that day were neither good nor bad, they were just … mundane.

In hindsight, your initial opinion of him might have been unfairly clouded by the fact that you were in a situation you really didn’t want to be in. Your roommates, Porco and Annie, had dragged you to your mutual friend Reiner’s football game, and the loud, boorish chants of the fans coupled with the multiple showers of freezing-cold rain had put you in a foul mood. You didn’t like to go to these games even on the best of days, and so to have to sit through a game in these conditions made you flat-out miserable.

“Do they have to be so loud?” you muttered to Annie, glaring at the rows behind you. “It’s half-time. They’re not even playing right now.”

Jean - though you didn’t know his name at that point - was also in attendance in those very rows, supporting his roommate Eren.

In the opening half of the game, in between bouts of complaining to Annie and shivering in the winter chill, you had spotted Jean out of the corner of your eye. He was sitting with the biggest group of supporters, laughing boisterously at every joke being told. He cheered obnoxiously throughout the game, booed at the opponents, and had started enough irritating chants that you started to roll your eyes whenever he stood up.

Truth be told, he seemed a little annoying at first.

And so, when he passed your row to head to the concession stand at half-time, you swore under your breath when you saw Annie lift her hand to wave at him.

Your irritation was then taken over by confusion when you saw Jean stop in his tracks once he spotted Annie. They seemed to be two of the most unlikely friends you had ever seen, with Annie being stoic and serious, whereas Jean seemed extroverted - extroverted and loud.

It didn’t make sense until Porco leaned over to you and whispered that the two of them went to the same high school, and were apparently close until they had left to attend Paradis University, falling into separate friend groups in their first year.

“Hey, Jean,” Annie greeted him, somewhat flatly. She had clearly greeted him out of civility more than anything else. “How’re things?”

Of course! you thought to yourself as Annie spoke, that’s Jean Kirstein - you knew you recognised him from somewhere.

He’s on the Paradis swim team, and every year you’re forced to hear your classmates sing his praises once he arrives back from finals with a few medals and a collegiate record.

“Not bad,” Jean shrugged in response, obviously unaware of your sudden realisation. “How about you? How’s Bert?”

“Bert’s graduated,” Annie replied in her typical deadpan fashion. “And I’m fine, anyway. Final year sucks, but what can you do?”

Jean made a noise of agreement and then paused somewhat awkwardly, clearly expecting an introduction to the other people on the bench (who, it’s worth noting, had spent the entirety of the conversation sitting and staring at him).

It was only then that you averted your eyes, realising you’d probably been making him feel uncomfortable with your eavesdropping and staring. Porco, on the other hand, just smirked at you and kept looking Jean’s way.

Casting a quick glance in your direction, Annie gestured towards you both.

“These are my friends,” she said, informing Jean of your names.

Jean repeated your name and gave you a short nod as a greeting, and you forced a smile in response after meeting his gaze once again.

So far, this interaction was more awkward than it was entertaining, and you began wishing for half-time to wrap up sooner than later.

“Eren’s playing well,” Porco observed. He clearly knew more about Jean and his friend group than you did, even though they had never met before - a fact which didn’t really surprise you too much since Porco was a regular attendee at these games, whereas you only made an appearance when they reached some stage of a final.

“Yeah, he is,” Jean acknowledged politely. “Even though the idiot went drinking at the weekend. We all told him not to.”

“Reiner’s the same,” you piped up, though you weren’t sure why. Maybe you just felt uncomfortable being the only one who hadn’t spoken yet. “He went out both Friday and Saturday.”

“Oh yeah?” Jean inquired. To his credit, even if he wasn’t interested in you, he was feigning it well.

Luckily, Annie agreed with you, saving you the embarrassment of rambling further. “Yeah. Fucking idiot. He was probably at the same party as Eren.”

“Well, at least they’ve winter break coming up, so they can go back to being idiots without it affecting their game.”

Jean was standing with his arms crossed over his chest, his broad shoulders straining the fabric of his jersey. He had no jacket, but wasn’t shivering - did he not feel cold?

As if on cue, a particularly strong gust of wind made a chill run down your spine, making you shiver and then swear a bit too loudly. You didn’t think anyone noticed, but Jean caught your eye and squeezed his lips together as if suppressing a laugh. You frowned.

“So, you guys going to the party later?” he had asked before you could remark on his reaction.

“Depends. You guys buying the drinks?” Annie asked bluntly. Jean didn’t look too phrased though - he obviously understood Annie as well as you did.

“Yep,” he snorted. “The best beer that not much money can buy.”

“Hmm, tempting,” Annie replied with a grimace.

Undeterred, Jean continued. “Well, the three of you are more than welcome, anyway,”

Huh. Nice of him to invite you, you suppose, but you’re not sure you’re fully sold on him yet given how he’s been acting so far.

Nothing personal, of course. You obviously don’t know him all that well, and so far your only impression has been based on how quickly he can chug a beer with a crowd cheering him on - which, to his credit, was impressive, but not enough for you to say with certainty that you could like him.

Annie seemed just about to accept Jean’s invitation before Porco nudged her shoulder, to which she responded with a dig of her own.

“What?” she bit back, unimpressed.

“Forgetting something?”

When she looked at him blankly, he elaborated after clicking his tongue with disappointment. “C’mon, Annie - Reiner, Bert, and Pieck are heading back to ours after this.”

“Oh, shit, yeah.”

“Yeah. Exactly,” Porco mocked her. “It’s rare enough we get everyone together, we can’t cancel.”

“Reiner’s excited, too,” you noted. “Plus, I made a bet with Porco about how long it would take for Reiner to suggest we play beer pong after this,” you said, directing it to Annie.

Truth be told, you had mostly forgotten Jean was standing there still until you heard him speak again.

“So I guess you guys can’t make it?”

Annie nodded shortly. “Not tonight, no. Maybe some other time.”

“Cool. See you guys around, then,” he said nonchalantly, and the three of you said a quick goodbye in return as he made his way back up the steps.

Not ten seconds after he left your group, Jean started to roar some chants at a row of students a few feet behind you, banging his chest and laughing uproariously as they joined in.

You sighed.

Typical.

He seemed nice and polite while he spoke to you, but the moment he left, he transformed back into that persona of the loud, popular boy who could do absolutely no fucking wrong in the eyes of the Paradis student population, no matter how irritating he could be.

… but it was just a bit annoying, because he was doing a great job of changing your opinion of him: by getting along with Annie, by inviting the three of you to the party, by showing a sincere interest in you all, he was winning you over slowly but surely, only to throw it all away shortly after.

Oh well. No big loss.

You sat next to your friends for the next hour or so, getting colder and colder even through your winter jacket, and watching as the game came to a close.

By the time Reiner and Bert arrived at your place later that evening, you were too tired to care much about the interaction at the game. Your top priorities were getting warm and dry after sitting outside for three hours, and getting tipsy on whatever concoction Annie came up with that night (turns out that the evening’s drink was some godawful gin and tequila combination, which did the job just fine).

You forgot all about Jean and his stupid, charming grin, until a few weeks later.

___

The second time you met him was … different.

You ran into each other at the end-of-semester party your roommates had decided to throw at your apartment - or rather, Jean ran into you.

You guessed that he had been dragged there by his friend Connie, because he normally refused to be caught dead at any party not being hosted by a club president or a frat. You, on the other hand, had been forced to attend by your well-meaning friends. It probably wasn’t a great sign that you had to be convinced to attend a party that you were co-hosting, but you were too wrecked from study and exams to be in the mood for partying. You caved eventually, once your friends convinced you that it’d be good to get out and clear your head.

Turns out, you did more than just that.

Jean had approached you as you stood by the drinks table, struggling without success to loosen the cap on a bottle of vodka. When you finally opened the bottle with a forceful tug, you accidentally elbowed him in his side and splashed some of the drink on his shirt.

“Shit, sorry!” you blurted out, setting the bottle down on the table. You were a little taken aback when you saw who you had bumped into - Annie had mentioned that he was invited, but you were convinced he wouldn’t bother coming - but you didn’t let it throw you too much. “Didn’t see you standing there!”

“No worries,” he replied calmly, with that same lop-sided grin you recognised from speaking with him before at the game.

He didn’t look annoyed - plus, you doubt you could have hurt him if you tried, given how he was one of the tallest and most well-built attendees at the party. But even still, you didn’t want to be unnecessarily rude to someone you barely knew, and so you were sincere when you told him you were sorry.

Once he had accepted both your apology and the wad of napkins you shoved in his hand to dab at the stain, he seemed quick to move on. holding out his hand for you to pass him the vodka bottle. You gave it to him and returned to mixing your drink, adding some soda and half-melted, miserable-looking ice cubes to your glass.

You took a sip and sighed. It was fairly disgusting, but it would do the job.

After your short interaction wrapped up and the two of you had gone on to make your drinks in silence, you had assumed that you and Jean would go your separate ways.

However, he stayed standing by the table still, back resting against the wall to the left-hand side. He was sipping from his own red plastic cup, eyes scanning the room curiously.

You noticed that his gaze landed on you more often than it did anyone else, but you weren’t really bothered by it.

He probably just needed some space away from the crowd, and this corner by the drinks table allowed him some quiet refuge away from it all. You were nothing but a distraction, which didn’t offend you - he served as an interesting enough distraction for you, too.

“So, did you win that bet?” Jean asked suddenly, and you looked up at him over the rim of your cup in surprise.

Even before you could process exactly what he was asking you, you felt more than a little thrown by the fact that he was trying to make conversation at all. From the look on his face, he seemed genuinely interested in your answer, and so you felt as though you were missing something.

“What bet?”

“The bet with that guy at the game,” he elaborated. “About how long it would take for Reiner to ask you to play beer pong.”

“Oh, with Porco?” you asked, finally remembering the incident in question. It only came back to you when Jean jogged your memory. Funny … you hadn’t thought he’d been all that invested in the conversation, but he seemed to remember the details better than you did. “Yeah, I won the bet. Reiner brought up beer pong before we even reached the car.”

You took another sip of your drink as you finished your explanation, still a bit perplexed by his sudden interest in you.

You winced at the taste; it was really not good, but at least it offered something to focus on other than the very inconvenient heat that was creeping up your neck. You hoped it wasn’t too obvious just how strangely giddy you felt.

You didn’t know Jean very well and as a result, you didn’t place an immense amount of weight on his opinion of you - however, you were well aware that he was one of the most popular students at Paradis University (and apparently you had a few more friends in common than you had thought). If you made a fool of yourself in front of him, word would definitely travel back.

But as it turns out, you needn’t have worried. Jean just beamed down at you, seemingly just happy to hear about your win.

“Well done!” he said cheerily, and offered his congratulations by clinking his plastic cup against yours. It was surprisingly endearing. “What did you win?”

You grinned back at him. “It wasn’t so much about what I won as what Porco lost.”

When Jean threw you a confused look, you explained yourself. “He had to clean up after the party, and Reiner is definitely not a good beer pong player. He’s a messy drunk, too.”

“Nice,” Jean smiled at you, but there was something else written in his expression too. “Though isn’t that a pretty harsh bet to make with your … boyfriend?”

“Not my boyfriend,” you replied a bit too quickly, going to great efforts to keep your face as impassive as possible. You felt embarrassed, though you weren’t exactly why - why would you even care what he thought about you and Porco? “He’s just my roommate, and my friend. All … platonic.”

Jean gave you a little nod. “Cool.”

You didn’t know what to say in response. You once again lifted your cup to your lips, choosing to drink more to distract from the awkward silence that had settled over the two of you.

You felt somewhat guilty, too. Jean was earnestly trying to make conversation with you, and even though you were still in the dark about his motivations, you weren’t returning the effort in any tangible way.

Scrambling for a topic of conversation, you came out with the only follow-up question you could think of.

“How about you?”

“Hm?” he hummed uncertainly, seemingly curious as to what you were getting at.

“Do you - um, are you … seeing anybody?” you asked, hating every word as they left your mouth.

Jean surprised you yet again by keeping his big smile in place.

“Nope,” he spoke light and airily. “Not seeing anybody.”

“Cool,” you mimicked his earlier response, relieved that the awkward moment had past and now fighting back a grin of your own. You tilted you head in the direction of the balcony door. “You wanna go get some fresh air?”

Jean instantly agreed and the two of you started to make your way outside, clutching your drinks firmly to try and prevent them being spilled by the many people that were bumping into you as you passed by.

The outdoor balcony appealed to you for a lot of reasons. For one, the crowd had been growing steadily over the past hour, and now there were enough people in the room for it to have become stuffy and uncomfortable. As well as that, someone had adjusted the speaker to its maximum volume and the music was blaring loud enough to make your ears hurt. Despite the rocky start, you wanted to talk to Jean for a little longer, and you knew you’d only be able to hear him outside the apartment.

And finally, you figured that some fresh air would do you some good; your mind had been swimming ever since Jean joined you at the drinks table, and the whole purpose of this party was to clear your head.

It was only as you made your way through the crowd that you realised just how big Jean was, and not only physically. Even when compared to people of a similar height, his broad shoulders and confident demeanour made him appear to be shoulders above everyone else. He tried to play it off by acting cool and relaxed, but he stood out from the crowd wherever he went.

He had certainly attracted your attention this time around, that’s for sure, and maybe … maybe he had caught your eye at the game as well. Even before Annie introduced him, you’d noticed him amongst the crowd, but you weren’t yet certain if that was a good or bad thing.

Yes, you knew that a person can be good and kind and considerate yet still command the attention of those around him. But, more often than not, you’ve found that it is the cocky, ostentatious people that end up being the focus of the room, and because of this, you were still a little hesitant of Jean.

He seemed to be something of a social butterfly, greeting pretty much every person you passed on your way outside - god, you knew that he was popular, but this was ridiculous - and it took you about ten minutes to reach the balcony.

Still, it was nice to see that everyone who said hi to him seemed to want to chat with you as well. At least you weren’t invisible at your own party.

By the time you found your way outside, you were relieved to see that you were the only people out there. Most of the other guests had likely chosen to get their fresh air in the communal garden downstairs.

The balcony was just about big enough to accommodate the two of you without it being dangerous, but it was definitely verging on a tight fit; your elbow bumped against Jean’s as you rested your arms on the parapet.

“So, do you have any plans for winter break?” he inquired once you’d both settled. “You sticking around Paradis?”

You shook your head. ��I’m from out of town, so heading back on Monday.”

“Looking forward to it?”

You grimaced. “Not particularly. Excited to see my family, sure, but it can get a bit claustrophobic pretty fast. It’s a small town, if you get me - small town mentality, and all that. It makes me feel a bit lonely coming back after being away for so long.”

“I get that,” Jean said with a soft chuckle.

“I thought you were from Paradis?” you asked, confused. “Annie grew up here, so I figured-”

“Yeah, I’m from here, and it’s just me and my mom at home,” he answered. “But it can definitely be a bit isolating heading back over break - going from all the freedom you get at college to almost feeling like a kid again.”

You raised a curious eyebrow at that.

“Well, I mostly just have to do a bunch of chores that have been left for us since the summer.,” you commented, inching a bit closer to him and nudging him playfully. “But now I’m curious what you meant by that …”

“God, I shouldn’t have said anything,” Jean groaned, running a hand over his face with a despairing chuckle. “Should’ve known it was an only child thing.”

“What’s an only child thing?” you pressed, not willing to let this go. Jean’s face was lit up with amusement, and it was nice to see. It made you feel comfortable. “Do you sleep in a racecar bed or something?”

“Not exactly,” he began, feigning reluctance with a glint in his eye. “Just … my mom spoils me a bit, and I think she forgets that she’s not supposed to do that anymore. She calls me these ridiculous names - it’s fine at home, but in public it’s the fucking worst.”

“Well, see, now you have to tell me,” you said pointedly. “You can’t dangle something like that and not tell me.”

Jean winced. “It’s bad.”

“How bad?”

“Just … bad.”

You stayed standing there with a stubborn look on your face, and Jean soon became acutely aware you weren’t giving in. With a sigh, he told you what you wanted to hear.

“She calls me … she sometimes calls me Jeanbo. She only says it sometimes, but … yeah.”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear that a blush was creeping up his cheekbones.

“That is adorable,” you remarked. “It’s just … beyond adorable, actually.”

“It’s rude to make fun of people, you know” Jean said with mock indignance. “Especially making fun of my mom. She’s never done anything to you.”

“I’m not making fun of you,” you insisted, and you meant it, too. “Or your mom. It’s genuinely sweet. Really.”

Jean hummed sceptically, but looked a little less bashful than he did moments prior.

“So, any plans while you’re back home?” you followed up, mostly to give him a break. “I know Paradis has that winter fair. You going?”

He shrugged. “I might. It’s just more of a romantic thing, though. I’d just end up third-wheeling Eren and his girlfriend, or Ymir and her girlfriend … either way, it’s not ideal to go alone. I’d prefer to have someone to bring, y’know?”

“Aw, I wouldn’t have taken you for the sentimental type,” you teased gently. “Jean Kirstein’s secretly a romantic?”

You’re not really sure where this confidence came from. You’d blame the liquor, but you’d barely finished half of your cup.

“Is that surprising?” he countered, though he didn’t seem too offended - just curious.

“A little, I guess.”

His eyes flickered down to your mouth so quickly you’re not ever sure you saw it correctly, which makes it all the more awkward that your gaze then went to linger on his lips for far longer.

You noticed then that he has a particularly handsome face.

Of course, you’d acknowledged his attractiveness before this - even if he wasn’t your type physically, his charm had such an appeal that you’d find yourself drawn to him regardless - but standing there, facing him directly, you could properly appreciate his features that you’d previously failed to notice. His eyes were a warm hazel that somehow seemed both striking and comforting, and his jaw was sharp and defined, framed by a beard that probably would suit very few people other than him.

“What are you looking at?” he queried, still amused. “Do I have something on my face?”

You laughed. “No, you don’t. I just … I like your new haircut, I guess. It suits you.”

“Oh, the mullet?” he said enthusiastically, running his hand through it. “I need to tell Eren and Connie, because they say to get rid of it. They told me I looked like the villain in a shitty 80s movie.”

“You don’t!” you objected, even though you know his friends were just trying to annoy him. “It really does suit you. Swear.”

“You swear?” he asked, a hint of affectionate in his voice.

“Yep, And I don’t lie to make people feel better - I’ve been friends with Porco and Annie too long to keep that approach up.”

“Oh, no arguments here,” he laughed. “And thanks, by the way. I’m glad I’ll have you on my side next time Connie and Eren start talking shit, I need all the help I can get.”

“It’s my pleasure,” you said back, heart quickening inexplicably in your chest. “Happy to help.”

Just when did he get so close to you?

“So how can I show my thanks for your support?” he asked softly.

His eyes glanced down to your lips once again as he asked the question, his intentions very clear, and the only thing to catch you by surprise from that point was just how quickly you leaned in to kiss him.

For the first time that night, your mind went completely and blissfully blank; desire crackled through your body quicker than it usually does when you decide to kiss someone impulsively like this, but you were enjoying it too much to dwell on it.

His lips were soft, but they moved firmly against yours. He kissed you like he’d been waiting to do it for a while, and he soon ran his large hands down to your lower back, pulling you close. In turn, you tangled your fingers into his sweatshirt, feeling the warmth of his body pressed up against yours.

You were instantly lulled into a natural yet fervent pace, with both of you responding perfectly to one another; he moved one of his hands back up from your waist to rest on your chin, thumb tracing teasingly along your jawline. You nipped gently at his bottom lip and he groaned in response, eager for more.

“Do you wanna head back inside?” he asked after pulling away for just a moment, and from the heat in his eyes, you instantly realised what he was asking you. He kept close to you, his lips grazing yours as he spoke.

You pulled further back to consider your options for a moment.

You usually didn’t hook up with guys like Jean. It’s not that there was anything wrong with him, exactly - your only reservations were from the fact that the two of you don’t exactly have a lot in common, and you’d only decided about five minutes prior that you actually liked the guy.

Still … he was funny, decent to talk to, and annoyingly good-looking - a fact you couldn’t deny even for a moment.

It surely couldn’t be that bad an idea to have a nice, fun, meaningless night with him, could it?

It’s not like you have that many mutual interests, and yeah, you did have friends in common, but you mostly ran in different social circles. As a result, it seemed incredibly unlikely that the two of you would regularly be in the same room together. How likely would it be that Jean would tell them anything?

Not to mention, you could use a little stress relief. It had been quite a while …

“Yeah,” you replied breathily, having only made your mind up as you spoke the words out loud, and his eyes lit up right away. You’d be lying if you said his enthusiasm didn’t you a significant confidence boost. “Let’s head to my room.”

You grabbed his hand, interlocked his fingers with yours, and pulled him back inside from the balcony. He followed you without question as you led the way through the crowd, keeping your head down to avoid being noticed by your friends or roommates.

He stayed quiet the whole way through the living area and down the hall to your bedroom, a fact that unsettled you just a little. You hadn’t thought it possible for him to stop talking for more than ten seconds, and yet, he didn’t say anything until you had closed the door of your bedroom behind you.

But once the two of you were alone, he led you back up against the door, caging you protectively between his arms, and pressed his lips to yours briefly before speaking again.

“Do you have any idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this all night?”

A desperate whimper caught in your throat as he leaned into you. You wanted him to kiss you again, but he seemed content in just watching you look up at him desperately.

“I want to make you feel good so fucking bad,” he breathed into your ear, “Want to see you fucking squirm, want to hear you…”

He peppered soft kisses down your jawline, suckling a little too hard in places, but you were too far gone already to object to the possibility of him making your skin tender and raw. You weren’t able to suppress your moan this time, so loud and unabashed that your hand flew to your mouth in surprise once it left your lips.

“…want to hear more of those pretty little noises you’re making.”

His voice was low and sensual, and all you wanted at that moment was to do something in order to prompt more praise from him. With your embarrassment already long forgotten, you once again ran your hands up his back and pulled him flush against you. Wanting more of his mouth on you, you tilted your head back to grant him full access to your neck. He kissed further down, under your ear and around your pulse point, and you choked out a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a sob.

“Fuck, yes, exactly like that.”

Heat flooded between your legs, his hands straying all over your body. He tugged gently at the hem of your sweater, leaning in to whisper, “can I take this off?”

You nodded instantly, meeting his hands to help pull the garment up and over your shoulders before going to help remove his too.

You made your way to the bed, kissing frantically as you both left a trail of clothes behind you. You laid down on your soft duvet and practically pulled Jean down on top of you, giggling as you felt the warm heat of his chest coming down to rest on top of yours.

You were both completely bare save for underwear, and the feeling of his skin on yours was almost electric. You could also feel the stiffness of his cock pressed against your thigh, and when you shifted your position to rub against his bulge, he tensed against you and moaned.

The party was still in full swing and so the two of you could be as loud as you wanted; for that you were grateful, because you quite liked the sounds that he was making, too.

When you moved to rub your thigh against him again, you felt yourself getting wet. Jean, clearly able to sense your desperation, started rubbing against you too, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through your core.

It was hungry, needy; both of you working to rub your pussy against his thigh, all while slurring each other's names in between messy kisses.

It wasn’t long before you both needed more. The sensation was better than pleasant - it was wonderful - but your rapidly-increasing arousal meant you were eager to shed your underwear and feel him directly against you. In Jean’s case, the straining in his boxers looked almost painful, and the flush spreading over his upper chest and neck showed that, much like your own, his mind was nearly delirious with intense desire.

You slipped your fingers in the waistband of your underwear and Jean followed suit with his, finally exposing the erection you’d spent the past few minutes rubbing against.

He was impressive, to say the least, and although part of you thought that he probably didn’t need the confidence boost of you complimenting him aloud, an even bigger part wanted him to slip it inside of you as soon as possible.

“I want you to fuck me,” you mumbled as you grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him back down to kiss you. “Now. Please.”

“Not yet,” he replied, annoyingly calm in his delivery. You knew he felt the same maddening desire that was coursing through your veins, but he seemed to be so controlled … you didn’t know how he managed it, until he spoke again.

“First, I want to hear some more of those sweet, pretty, begging noises. The ones you made earlier had this much of an effect on me,” he said, punctuating his statement with another gentle thrust against your thigh, rubbing his hard cock so close to where you needed it. “Imagine what a few more can do?”

With that, he slipped his hand between your legs.

You let out a stunned gasp, more sensitive than you could have even anticipated. His touch, like his kissing, was gentle but deliberate; he stroked his middle finger through your folds, gathering some of your wetness before plunging it inside of you, the heel of his palm stroking against your clit as he did so.

Moans and pleas flowed from you as he worked at getting you as wet as possible. Up until this point, his mouth had been mostly focused on kissing along your neck, pulling away only to survey how your face looked as it was twisted in pleasure, before then returning to his task.

After his fingers made you more wet and desperate than you’d been in a long time, he started to kiss along your chest, running his tongue over your sensitive nipples as the sounds of him fingering you filled the room - even with the noise of the party down the hall, you could still hear it.

“Oh god,” you groaned. “Jean, it feels so fucking good.”

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he praised, after releasing one of your nipples with a pop. He then slipped a second finger inside of you and grinned when your hips bucked enthusiastically against his hand, pleased at the effect he was having. “You look so pretty right now, do you know that? So hot and tight on my fingers. God, I can’t fucking wait to feel this around my cock.”

A whimper left your throat involuntarily, and Jean’s smile turned mischievous.

“Oh yeah? You want that too?” he teased.

“Yes,” you groaned.

“Yes?”

“Yes please,” you whined, willing to say pretty much anything he wanted to hear.

He sat up on his haunches, reaching over to where his wallet rested on your bedside table and then fishing a condom from one of the pockets. He tore open the package and rolled it up his length, looking you in the eye the whole time. You felt a throb in your clit as he gave himself a few lazy strokes before leaning back down.

“Okay,” he said, still smiling as he positioned himself over your entrance. “Just because you begged so prettily.”

He slid in slowly, but there was still a stretch; he stilled when he saw your breath hitch in your throat, only moving again once you canted up your hips to show you were ready for more. The rest of him slipped inside easily, and you soon felt deliriously and wonderfully full as he stayed there, fully seated inside of you.

“You okay?” he asked, and you nodded with heavy-lidded eyes.

“Yes,” you replied after a moment, once you noticed that he was waiting for a verbal confirmation. “You can move now - I want you to move. I want you to fuck me.” You tacked on a little “please” at the end, and his grin returned as he pulled out to begin thrusting properly.

His cock pushed back deep inside you, his hands gripping your hips gently as he fucked into you. His thrusts were passionate but steady, allowing more of that wonderful heat to spread through your lower stomach.

He kissed your throat, your lips, even your forehead every now and then - whenever his lips weren’t pressed against your skin, he was murmuring words of praise into your ear.

“So good.”

“So fucking warm and tight.”

“Aw, you like when I do this?” he had asked after you whimpered during particularly deep thrust. “I’ll keep fucking you like that, baby, as long as you need me to.”

You couldn’t help but drag your nails across his back, not so harsh as to leave marks but enough to make him shudder a little, a groan caught in his throat.

Now it was your turn to smile delivishly, though it wasn’t long before he was kissing the smirk off your face.

He sped up his thrusts and you moved your hips to meet them. You were already rapidly approaching your climax when you felt one of his hands leave your waist and move to stroke against your swollen clit; once he did that, your breathing turned shaky and you gasped at every swirl of his fingertips.

“Jean, Jean, I’m close…” you whined. At that point, he was too far gone and too close to his own orgasm to try and tease you, so he just starting moving both his fingers and his hips faster with the sole purpose of making you come.

Your orgasm came in waves, pleasure pulsing all over; it started in your core, then spread throughout your entire body. You arched your back underneath Jean’s broad chest, the buds of your nipples grazing against his skin as you moaned his name wantonly.

Jean, spurred on by seeing you come so strongly for him, only gave a few more thrusts before he reached his own finish. He gritted his teeth and made a low, throaty sound as he came inside you, hips pressed flush against yours as he tried to push in as deep as possible.

It took several moments for you to come back down to earth, your head swimming with warmth and pleasure, your thighs trembling as Jean slowly pulled out to dispose of the condom.

When he returned to your side, he took your face in his hands and kissed you again, slower and more softly now, smiling against your lips as he did so.

Jean was just full of surprises, you mused to yourself - you wouldn’t have thought he was the type to get all mushy after sex.

You pulled away and gave him another lazy grin, before leaning back against your headboard.

“Fuck, that was good,” you commented, you tone thoroughly satisfied. “That was really … really good”

“It really was,” he agreed, resting his elbow on the mattress as he looked up at you.

You’d have stayed there a while longer had you not glanced at the clock on your wall - it was nearly two a.m., and the noises of the party were noticeably quieter now. You realised with a little disappointment that it was only a matter of time before it was just your roommates left in the apartment.

“We should probably start thinking of how we’re gonna sneak you out of here,” you informed him, voice playful so that he wouldn’t think you needed him out urgently. “The kitchen is probably still busy enough and so you could slip out fairly easily … but knowing Porco, he’s probably wandering the hall drunkenly looking for the front door so he can collect a pizza.”

Jean didn’t really react at first, only asking a short question.

“Sneak out?” he queried, brow furrowed in confusion. “Why?”

“All our friends are out there,” you explained, perplexed as to how he could be missing your point. “It’s a bit … embarrassing, y’know? Hooking up like this?”

“Why would you be embarrassed?” Jean followed up, straight-faced and seemingly emotionless, and you gave a little shrug.

“This,” you said, gesturing between the two of you. “It was good, don’t get me wrong. Like I said before, really good,” you then emphasised with a reassuring smile. “But it’s just … it’s not the easiest thing to explain, if you get me? Plus, Annie mightn’t seem like it, but she can be a gossip when she’s around Armin and Hitch. If she finds out, you can guarantee half of campus will know by next semester.”

You were rambling, but you figured you’d gotten your point through at that stage because Jean sat up from the bed and started getting redressed.

You stretched out your shoulders, content and sleepy after a very satisfying night, but you paused a moment later when you realised that Jean hadn’t said anything since in a little while.

“You okay, Jean?”

“Fine,” he answered cooly, shrugging his sweatshirt over his shoulders.

You were the one who was frowning now. “You sure?”

“Yep.”

Huh. Weird.

“Okay,” you replied, still uncertain. Something felt a little off.

You didn’t dwell on it too much longer, though; it was getting late, and you were starting to have to actively suppress your yawns. Plus, just because Jean could be a bit sentimental after sex, that didn’t necessarily mean he was a big talker. Maybe he was just tired, like you were, and wanted to head to bed.

Once Jean was fully dressed, he gave one last look over your face.

You smiled amiably from your bed, unsure of what else he wanted you to say.

“See you around, Jean,” you called out as he turned to leave, more to break the silence than anything else. “Have a good break!”

“Night,” he said flatly as the door closed behind him.

You settled in to sleep, the tender skin on your throat and the slight ache in your thighs the only evidence of your night together. Just how you wanted it.

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The third time you met Jean was different again, for all the wrong reasons.

Not twenty seconds into the interaction, you realised something that made you deeply uneasy: Jean was mad at you.

It was three weeks after the party and you were just back from winter break, catching up with your classmate Historia as the two of you grabbed a coffee in the campus café.

Things were going really well for you, all things considered - your break from college had left you more relaxed than you had been in a long time, and the results from your end-of-term papers were stellar all around. Your commute back to Paradis was seamless, and you had even squeezed in a nap on the bus journey.

You were feeling fresh, happy, and optimistic. Ready for a new semester.

At the till of the café, you fished your wallet out of your bag, having just placed your order of a mocha with extra whipped cream. You paid for Historia’s macchiato as thanks for collecting you from the bus station, and tipped the barista generously as a result of your good mood.

You spent the next few minutes chatting happily, hearing about how Historia’s parents met her girlfriend Ymir over the holidays.

“Mocha!” one of the staff called out from behind the counter a short while later.

You reached forward to grab it, only to have someone beat you to it.

Even though he wasn’t facing you, you instantly recognised Jean’s tall frame and distinctive haircut as he picked up the coffee from the counter.

“Hey!” you greeted him enthusiastically. When he turned to face you, his expression was blank and expressionless.

“What’s up?” he asked you then, but his tone wasn’t playful - it was flat and straightforward, like he was greeting a stranger.

“Not much,” you replied, a little unsettled. “You?”

“Not much.”

“Did you end up going to that winter fair?” you inquired cheerily.

“Nope.”

Your hopes of getting anything other than a monosyllabic answer from him were starting to wane quickly.

You gestured to the cup in his hand, still forcing a smile to try and smooth things out. “I think you might have grabbed my coffee by accident.”

He lifted up the lid of the cup, peered inside and then looked back at you as he resealed it, his face still impassive. “I don’t think so.”

“You sure? Is there whipped cream on it?”

“Nope.”

“Okay then,” you conceded, defeated. “Sorry, my mistake.”

Jean didn’t hang around much longer, calling out a quick “see you around” … though you had a funny feeling it was directed more towards Historia than it was to you.

“God, what did you do to piss him off?” Historia giggled as he walked away. “He looked ready to kill you.”

“I’m not sure,” you frowned, just as the barista called you over to collect your own drink.

It took another few seconds of ruminating before things started to piece themselves together, a realisation suddenly dawning on you.

An uncomfortable heaviness settled in your stomach as you watched Jean leave through the café door. You had only just about figured out that you might’ve made things far more awkward than you could have ever imagined, before then also realising that it was probably far too late to do anything about it now.

“Maybe he’s just having a bad day.”

#jean kirstein x reader #may tries to write #jean kirstein x you #jean x reader #aot x female reader #jean kirstein

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flaray25 · 6 months

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GOING back from the AU

The Rise of The New Antagonist

I doodled some stuff after I finished my English exam.

Got home right there and I didn't even posted this- I was so happy to make more angst and stuff!

It's just how I like to feel making nowadays

Spongebob's hair is naturally black

(We know about that thing I told about his hair color I remember discussing this before but to refresh your mind this hair color happens in different aus where he's not okay at all)

So Imma give a fresh rewind on that-

When Spongebob is a small kid- he was often bullied and that no one stuck up to him. That is when he met his first and "forever" BFF, Patrick Star.

Time skips to his 17th of age- Spongebob himself will almost turn 18 after finishing the day of their highschool graduation and everything will change around him.

Spongebob is missing from the day of the graduating ceremony while Patrick tried searching, to find that he's on the janitor's closet. Weeping and crying because his foster parents never even came/attend at his graduation.

To see that every single one of his classmates have parents that attended but for him his parents didn't.

Patrick tried to give positive words for Spongebob to put that up from his mind and never give up.

That was the first time Spongebob never thought about something stupid or even feel down from himself and tried standing up from his knees.

After graduation without his parent's appearance. Spongebob went along with moving out of the house and get a small apartment not that far from the college he's been wanting to enroll.

Spongebob had finally got his eye checked from the doctors and said that he could get eye contacts for better vision and not use glasses anymore.

Spongebob changed and tried to be a better and act like a more nicer-optimisstic person that gave people questioning looks.

Who does this guy think he is?

So creepy-

Whats with that face-

Ew what does he think this is? A show?

He looks so pathetic!

What a wimpy kiddo

Cry baby!

But Spongebob ignored those words and thought about them funny, he kept it inside that he'll never forget.

On his 19th birthday it was Spongebob's birthday and Patrick's gift for him was dye-ing his hair blonde because it matches from the way he 'acts'

Spongebob loved it very much but he didn't noticed that the hair dye is a permanent color that will never come off.

Time skips to a decade now he graduated college and owns a new house from the town called Bikini Bottom, got himself a job. He'd been working from the krusty krab with a low paycheck and tried working multiple jobs outside to earn more money.

Spongebob felt like the day goes on and on that it doesn't end at all. He was starting to think that working from the krusty krab is the one thing he regrets, he didn't expect that customers would still complain or even talk bad behind Spongebob.

He didn't know what he did wrong- he didn't know why they were being so mean...

On the same side, he also regret meeting Squidward.

Yes- I said it- he shouldn't have met Squidward.

He knew how much Squidward changed into the meanest and the most coldest person he knew, ever since Spongebob as in HIM came in from his door and ruined everything.

Once the time Squidward had enough calling him out.

"I HATE YOU!"

Spongebob couldn't do anything but just smile and hide them.

But deep down from his heart it really wasn't nothing, it hurt him terribly.

"I know"

"I hate me too..."

Getting all of that negative energy- gave him something he never even felt before...

Anger...

Hatred...

Revenge...

Spongebob had enough after Patrick treated him badly like how everyone did.

So he proved everyone from the town what would happen if there wasn't a 'certain-weak-simple sea sponge' to save them from disaster.

HE becomes the new Villain, not with Plankton's help but him only.

He decided to dye some of his hair black and have those dark-dirty blonde hair...

His mascara stays from his lower eyelid resembling that he weeped from the negative words that had been hiding from his smile for so long that it made him feel with pity and rage...

There his name is Robert...

Whenever he sleeps- he would always dream about someone calling his name... A little girl with a blurry face that called his name on loop...

Robert couldn't remember- how could he remember such an old memory? Who was that girl?

He didn't care but it remains stuck on his mind...

After a week from the town's destruction, the Krusty Krew- (without Spongebob) tried to chase Robert and make him change. But he didn't- he didn't even care about his 'friends' after pushing them down to the ground and shutting them out.

He didn't care if they got hurt badly

He didn't care if they got injured

All that mattered to him was that they would feel bad about how much he's been hiding the pain...

The painful words and such negative ones that he got- used them for anger...

But he will kept one thing from his heart...

The blue ribbon...

He had kept that ribbon hidden from his gloves it made him feel somewhat special whenever he remembered the moments of him and Squidward

He can't just forget about Squidward but it hurts so much ever since how much he's treated him badly

At some point or another he doesn't want him to die

Because he still cares has something from him...

Somepoint from his sleep kept him feel busy-

He finally put things into pieces that- it wasn't a dream at all...

It was a memory... a little girl calling out his name when he was a small child...

Couldn't remember much- but her face is all blurred out... all he could see were ocean emerald eyes that looked at him in tears

Who was that girl?

Okay turns out Robert has a sister- just the same age as him

Her name is Abby Z. Squarepon

Her voice sounded just the same as when she was a small kid but more pitched down

The eye color and her voice that matched the memory from Robert's dream, he finally completed the pieces and looked at her in shock...

"ROBERT?!"

"Wait... sis?"

#spongebob #spongebob squarepants #squidward #squidward tentacles #spongeward #art #drawing #spongebob au #my art #fandomizer25 #squidbob

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hi there!! i don't know if u have done this yet but could u do an akane character analysis??

Hello! I have done ship analyses with him as a focus before, but I’ve never done a post with Akane himself in the spotlight.

Akane is a hard character to tackle cause he is extremally reactive, so his attitude changes a lot depending on who he is interacting. Going over everyone would make this post huge, so I’ll try to share my overall take on him without getting into the nitty gritty.

As observant and smart as Akane is, at his core, he is an extremally emotional guy. He is openly obsessive and his mood swings are violent enough to put other characters on edge.

But no matter how much Akane can be a slave to his emotions (usually his love) he very rarely gets blinded by rage. Even when he is enraged, he has never accidentally hurt someone (all the people he beat up are always his target. I feel so bad for Lemon...) and his anger can die just as easily as it comes to life.

Akane is not close to Nene here, he had explicitly admited he didn’t think they could get along many chapters later at the arcade hang out, but he loses his drive to kick ass once she jumps in front of his target.

His hatred did not disappear, he will still chew out Yashiro and Hanako on their behavior later, but he can control his anger, he isn’t dominated by it.

The reason he is so angry in the first place isn’t a thirst for violence or anything of sorts, the guy just cares too much about too many things.

Is a contradictory aspect of his character cause he does not care about what his classmates think of him, but he still cares about them to some degree. He genuinely values people. He doesn’t expect anything in return when he helps someone, he helps for the sake of helping.

And while his sense of duty and taking responsibility is a big part of Akane’s character this isn’t the only reason he is always ready to help, he is a good person, and it’s no coincidence he sticks with duties made to help others (class representative/student council) even after Aoi-chan loses interest.

He tries not to make it obvious, but he is very affected by other emotions, when Akane overhears Nene’s situation in the clock keepers arc he gets so fucking angry.

His “tch” is not a mere “ugh, look at this supernatural being awful" it comes from a place of genuine anger for Kou, he feels inspired by his determination and he understands perfectly where Kou is coming from. He is rooting for Kou as he would root for himself, he genuinely wants him to succeed and the way Hanako brushed Kou off rubs him the wrong way.

This is a constant in his character. If Akane cares, he’ll care with his whole heart. His hatred of supernaturals is not because the clock keepers tricked him (though putting Aoi's life at risk does help A LOT) it's caused by their dismissal of human lives.

Look at his face, this is not a fit of explosive anger, is a deep-rooted hatred, one he chose to hold on to.

The only time his anger is weak, and quick to disappear, is when people are assholes in ways that only affect Akane.

When Aoi asks something ridiculous, he’ll do it with a smile, no matter how tired he is. When Teru brutally bullies him, he doesn’t hold any grudges or get violent. When his classmates overwork him with chores and the clock keepers keep him busy he is never shown even thinking about rebelling.

Everyone that needs him is the priority over himself.

For someone so full of passion, Akane has very little self-respect. He complains cause he can recognize when something is unfair but he doesn’t get genuinely angry for himself because he can do it, so he might as well be useful and do it. He both does not value himself and really value himself: he has a lot of pride, he really values his promises, be them explicit, vocal promises, or the ones that come with his duties

He is very contradictory.

Akane has never been an underdog, people recognize he is helpful and smart, he is a pretty popular kid, and yet, since he isn't satisfied with himself, he never gives himself a break. His standard is ridiculously high, so trying is a constant in his life. He aims for the stars so he usually fails.

It is the most obvious with his confessions with Aoi but a chapter that illustrates his struggles perfectly to me is the exam chapter: It’s clear he tries his very best to achieve his goal, which earned him an admirable full mark, the ‘expected’ best score. It’s not an exaggeration to say “he studied as hard as he could!” but it still isn’t enough, he doesn’t have the extra points Teru and Aoi have: He is not a star prodigy.

Aoi doesn’t mind, but his standards for himself are far higher than Aoi’s, it’s one of the main reasons why he doesn’t take her rejections to heart.

He is used to giving his all and still not gain anything.

He does not fear the concept of failure, which makes him surprisingly self-centered and clash nicely with how observant and kind he is at his core.

His first instinct when he is handling people he cares about is to take all the work and responsibility. So when something doesn't work, he is to blame. He is the one that had to try harder.

He focused so much on doing his best to please Aoi, that he never questioned her motives for constantly turning him down.

He knows Aoi well, he genuinely pays attention to her likes, and dislikes, and values. He could pick up on hints that she likes him since way back, when they were little kids, and saying "I hate you!" made her cry even though her bullies, who are much harsher, never got her to even frown. But for as much as he understood Aoi, flaws and all, he never considered that for this relationship to work, she had to work on herself too and get over her mountain of issues, he just assumed she didn't accept his feeling cause he is the problem. He isn't enough. He should work on being better and make more impressive confessions. Their relationship was something only he had to chase, only he could fix.

His approach never worked, but he never questions why, following the instinct to "Do better next time". He gets stuck in it, he keeps trying to the point he considered his goal to date Aoi on the same level of 'accomplishing the impossible'

But this is already long enough as it is so I'll stop rambling about the guy.

#akane aoi #aoi akane #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk #long post #this was so hard to write #i don't know if i laid out the thought process behind my take well #but there was an attempt #character analysis

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ponett · 1 year

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what are your ultimate thoughts on gaogaigar final and would you say it's worth watching? i've been really reluctant to start it as someone who watched and loved gaogaigar, i don't want the tone shift and content included with it to retroactively lessen my enjoyment of the original anime.

okay i can finally answer this since i have now finished it

i think gaogaigar final is the perfect level of quality to make it a total pain in the ass to decide whether or not i would recommend it. it's not nearly bad enough to say you should just skip it as a fan of the original, and it definitely doesn't ruin gaogaigar or anything, but it's also not good enough to say it's a must-see sequel to the original

there IS a lot of good stuff in there. it's fun to see the characters return, and they have a lot of fun (particularly in the first few episodes) riffing on the things you remember from the original show. it answers some lingering questions from the original series, in particular what actually happened to kaidou and soldato-j. and, of course, the robot fights continue to be very cool, if you wanna see more knock down drag out no holds barred super robot fights like the most beloved episodes of the original show

but, as i've complained about a lot, it feels like they shoehorned in some uncharacteristically "mature" content that clashes with the kids' show stuff. it never, ever misses a chance for a boob shot, and there are some weirdly dark moments that feel like surface level attempts to make the show more mature. (much of this is apparently censored in the tv version, which i skipped because its additional connections to betterman would have been meaningless to me.) a lot of this centers around the most significant new character, renais, who gets a lot of screentime despite feeling like she doesn't add much of value to the series. all this while still being a show where characters all but look directly into the camera and go "kids at home, you too can do anything if you have courage, just like guy"

i think it also suffers because like... when you're constantly trying to fire on all cylinders, to crank up the drama, to make almost every fight as Epic as ones like the battle with EI-01 or the showdown from the finale... you just kind of get desensitized to it? i think it retroactively proves that the monster of the week format was really valuable for the original show, making certain moments stand out way more when they shake up the familiar rhythm of the show. same goes for elements like mamoru's silly little classmates and other civilian characters, who are largely sidelined - especially once the action leaves earth. that might not be "the cool stuff" to mecha fans, but the show hits different when the focus is shifted

and i'm not crazy about the note it ends on, which tries to be a definitive but bittersweet ending while ALSO teasing that maybe it'll get ANOTHER continuation someday, which i guess it did via the obscure gaogaigar vs. betterman stuff as well as maybe some super robot wars plots? idk. i kind of hate that the thing literally named "gaogaigar final" ends with sequel bait

but again, it's not like i thought it was BAD. it just didn't quite hit the same way that the original show did for me, even as someone who literally just watched both for the first time and as such isn't speaking from a place of nostalgia. gaogaigar was a show that knew exactly what it was and had a lot of fun with it. gaogaigar final is a sequel that wanted to be something a little different and didsn't entirely succeed. but a lot of fans seem to hold final in very high regard, so i might be an outlier. idk. like i said, i can't say it's either a must-watch or an easy skip. if you do watch it, just keep expectations in check

#tamamayfox #ask

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hide-in-imagination · 2 years

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It's funny how I'm writing a Navier fic when I don't even like Javier. And I mean that, I really don't like him. And you wanna know why? Because he's not a genuine nice guy like Simón, for example. (Can't help but make comparisons, sorry).

He feels entitled to Sofía. I swear to god, this man. Do you remember the first episode of season 2 when he tried to kiss her after she'd lost her freaking house? Like, opportunistic much??? And then he was all frustrated like "Bad timing, it was bad timing"-- YEAH, IT SURE AS HELL WAS; HAVE SOME EMPATHY.

But, okay, everyone makes mistakes, let's put that aside. Then, he gets angry every time Sofía shows interest in Raúl, and you could argue it's because Raúl was 'the bad guy' and so he's pissed she's forgetting that and fraternizing with the enemy, but the way it is framed and the way he complains to her about it makes it very obvious that it's jealously, and it's also very clear that he feels he is the better option and that he feels frustrated and betrayed by Sofía for not choosing him when he's been right there helping her with everything from day one.

Which takes us to-- HE'S ONLY HELPING HER WITH SECOND INTENTIONS. And this is what's really disgusting to me. He's not just genuinely Sofía's friend-- He's waiting for something to happen.

This is clearly demonstrated in episode 8 of season 2, minute 15:26, when they're looking at the evidence board Javier made in his room for her and he says "When I saw you with Raúl, I almost got rid of it, but I didn't."

EXCUSE ME?????

Why Sofía being with whoever the fuck she pleases should affect whether or not you care about your classmates being attacked, and whether or not you help your friend ??? If I was Sofía, I'd be like "Um, okay, I thought you were helping me out as friends, but thanks for letting me know you're only WAITING FOR ME TO PUT OUT"

BECAUSE THAT'S ALL HE'S DOING, HE'S WAITING FOR SOFÍA TO GIVE HIM THE IN. HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING THAT'S GOING ON-- HE JUST HELPS HER AND COMFORTS HER AND STICK TO HER SIDE BECAUSE HE'S WAITING FOR THAT EFFORT TO BE REPAID.

I honestly can not even with this dude. I had a problem with him starting from season 1. He followed Sofía even to the girl's bathroom??? And that was his first day at school! Intense much??? I mean, I found it funny at the time, like he was following the first person who talked to him like a baby chicken, but then it was made clear he was interested in her and that the writers wanted to show them in a romantic light, so then it was... not funny anymore. Sad maybe? Like he was totally simping after her? Except then he started acting entitled and selfish, and he lost all my sympathy.

Also, from day one he was shady as fuck. I honestly expected him to be the bad guy in season 1, and I'm still somehow waiting for him to be revealed a psycho in this last season even though I know it won't happen because, honestly, there's something wrong and very dark with this dude!! Like- funny how everyone found out he pushed someone out of a balcony and killed him and then no one ever mentioned it again ???? (Or I think maybe Raúl did once, and honestly? I stan) Like, that was fucked up and everyone just pushed it under the rug, and I feel like that was deliberate from the writers because they want to show Javier as the nice guy, they want him to be the underdog and for us to root for him to get the girl or whatever-- But I don't. To be honest, JavierxSofía could not disgust me more, and it makes me very angry that the writers keep teasing it and building it up to be the big endgame that they 'should've been all along', but excuse me sir, no. Nonono, Sofía does NOT owe Javier anything for being nice to her or for helping her with these cases, THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE FRIENDS; THAT'S WHAT FRIENDS DO. Seeing Javier all pissed off and contemplating not helping her anymore because she got with someone else honestly makes me want Sofía to be with literally anyone else. Have her date Pablo or have a threesome with María and Claudia-- I genuinely don't care. Just don't push her towards this disgusting Nice Guy™ or I will vomit.

Worst part is, I'm sure that's what they'll do.

Although, Sofía is no innocent sunshine either, let me tell you. She acted so offended and pissed when Javier had her thing with Natalia ??? Even though, again, they're JUST FRIENDS??? Girl, he can kiss whoever the fuck he wants, especially when you've rejected him on multiple occasions. Like, if you're gonna complain so much, then give this sad excuse for a friend the kiss he so strongly believes he deserves and get it over with, I'm done. I'm sosososo tired of this dynamic; it's toxic and gross.

And yes, before you come at me, Natalia making out with his dad it's less toxic and gross because at least she has the excuse that she was doing it to save her life, and his dad was never a good person to begin with, it's not like any wholesome dad-son relationship was lost.

But you know what? I understand if you don't support that ship. I honestly don't blame you and, to be honest? It's not like I love it either, because, like I said, I hate Javier's guts. Natalia deserves better.

BUT, I hate JavierxSofía so much that I'm clutching Navier like a last canteen of water in the middle of a desert, because I'm desperate for him to end up with literally ANYONE ELSE as well! GOD, I'm so pissed at these writers. Please have them end up together for the love of GOD, I cringe just thinking of the alternative.

But, again, that's what's gonna happen and I'm screwed, so I'm venting my frustrations writing this fic.

That would be the end of my rant. Thank you for reading. Goodnight, everybody.

#cynthia speaks #sorry I needed to vent that out before I finish this #the ships in control z are problematic okay?#control z #anti javier williams #anti javierxsofía #I don't know their ship name

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abyssalhuntersnerd · 1 year

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Alright, y'all. Let's talk for a little today. Since I finished my second semester, it's time for me to update you on shit cause I am. A busy woman. I passed all of my classes though, so that's that. :^)

So, if you've been here for a little while, you might have noticed I've been... Acting a little bit more grumpier than usual during these past few months. And there's a reason and while I can talk about it, I can't really go into intensive details because:

One, gotta and want to be respectful to everyone who's involved in this mess.

And two, there's things that I really want to keep to myself and some that I really feel like I gotta get out somewhere before my feelings suffocate me and this is one of them.

So, right around New Years, someone who I really appreciate, got sick. I won't specify who it is and what they have cause I know they are reading this and they would be upset if I revealed any of that stuff. They will be fine. But we are gonna leave it there because I'm not here to attack them or want anyone to hate them. And if you do read this, understand that I'm here for peace and I'm only doing this to update the fishies that deserve an explanation.

Due to this, my life has been fucking crazy, most of my free time is gone. I have to take care of this person and deal with my parents and their shit. Which is a lot. A freaking lot. It has been so bad that I had to drop out some of my classes out of my own volition so I wouldn't have a damn mental breakdown. I also had some issues with some of my teachers ignoring my ass or calling me too forgetful because well, oh, I won't be able to remember something I've never done before and you didn't explain it beforehand but I'm the one to blame. I was too exhausted to keep up and was more focused in other things (Listed above) so I decided that it was for my own good to quit. Thankfully I'll be able to take those same modules next year which makes me extremely happy but I really hope I get better classmates next year and the same goes for my teachers. But alas, can't have it all.

But I won't lie, this decision has been really tough on me, more than I'd like to admit and was met with so little support that I have been feeling completely invalidated and like an idiot. Even though I am one of the best students in class, but alas, people won't see your worth as a student in your grades apparently or anything because quitters are lazy. Or the fact that you are in the top 10 students who will pass and won't be kicked out. Never in my life have I ever wanted to persue something so badly but was met with so much disapproval from the people I love. I think what sucks more is that I am doing people a favor by doing this and I'm being treated like shit for it. So you can imagine how I feel.

But then, when they freaking need me I always have to be there for them and can't complain about it. Irony at its finest. I'm so tired.

Not only that, but I'm so emotionally exhausted. Drama is just everywhere and anywhere. I just can't catch a damn break and it's affecting me so much I'm not really sure what I feel anymore. Which is a huge problem because relapse is not something I can allow myself right now.

Nothing brings me joy, nothing calms me down and the only thing I want to do is sleep. I miss my classes. I miss the days I felt something and was able to create things. I feel like I'm right back where I started 3 years ago. And it's horrible.

I'm not trying to blame anyone here. No hate towards them or anything, but I wanna be honest for once and really talk about what is happening in my private life and stop with the damn excuses. Things have been really rough y'all. I'm so exhausted that I've run out of words to explain my situation anymore because why would I talk about it when no one can really do anything about it and all I can do is pity myself? I hate when people repeat themselves and that includes me.

I'll be fine. They will be fine. But if I suddenly disappear for a few days from time to time, now you know why.

I need a vacation. Sighs. And to feel something.

#normal posts

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reina-royale · 8 months

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Bonnie wasn’t supportive of Ron she was enabling his worst traits (traits that were born out of insecurity ) Kim keeps Ron grounded and acts as the voice of reason or as an inspiration to come out of his shell when he lets his fears consume him.

She has moments where she is harsh and even unfair but a few of them are intentional and outright shown how she is decidedly in the wrong and at the end of the episode Kim and Ron always come to a mutual understanding.

I feel like many of your issues aren’t with Kim’s herself, but rather with the way the narrative treated each of the characters.

Ron was stuck with the comedic relief role even though that no longer fit him, Kim had to be written as a role model so her flaws were never taken seriously nor addressed.

I think this is the issue, the way the narrative treated them both. Technically Kim’s character is as muchof a victim to the narrative as Ron was.

So, I guess we have different opinions on this. But if those were Ron's worst traits, then he's a Saint.

Or whatever the Jewish equivalent would be, if there is one.

Because the things Ron's done in "Ron Millionaire" are:

Literally gives money to classmates and Barkin. Not seeing anything wrong with that. Maybe not smart to advertise how much money he has, but not a bad thing to do.

Complains about getting adult lettuce instead of baby lettuce. He definitely could have been nicer, I'll give you that.

Kind of goes over the top with insisting on being called "The Ron" but, again, it's not bad, just a little annoying.

Forgets to put Kim on the guest list, but this was probably unintentional. We don't even know Ron made the list, and he certainly didn't seem like he was trying to avoid Kim.

Tries to buy gaudy jewelry. Maybe not what I'd do, but it's not harming anyone, so I'd keep my mouth shut.

Buys a private jet, with auto-pilot, and a special forces team for missions. At least Kim appreciates that.

So, his "worst traits" are not bad.

And they're still way better than Kim's worst traits.

Kim doesn't need to dismiss Ron's feelings to keep him grounded.

She's not inspiring Ron to step out of his shell by forcing him to do things he's uncomfortable with.

It is entirely possible for someone to keep their friend grounded, inspire them to step out of their shell, and be kind and supportive, even for a high schooler.

Kim and Ron may come to an understanding by the end of some episodes, but it doesn't seem to be enough for her to actually treat him better.

I am perfectly capable of acknowledging Kim as a victim of the narrative and as a horrible person.

From A Writer's POV: Kim is a victim of a narrative that refuses to let her be vulnerable, even if it means she can't be kind, either.

In-Universe: Kim is majorly controlling, hypocritical, possessive, uncaring, condescending, and judgmental.

I can have both POVs at once. They're not actually contradictory.

But my acknowledgement of Kim as a victim of the narrative doesn't negate the fact that, in-universe, she treats Ron horribly.

So, for me at least, it's not just that Ron's a victim of the narrative, it's also that Ron's a victim of Kim.

#kim possible #ron stoppable #anon ask #asks and replies #bonnie rockwaller

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revivemyreverie · 8 months

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Chapter 11

Roostia: A park potluck… for the orphanage?

Zackery: Yep! And you don’t need to worry about the materials or games or anything like that!

Winston: I called Saturn, our dorm leader is gonna send some of Zackery’s drone along with the stuff we used for a party competition a few weeks ago! It’ll be here by nightfall!

Roostia: Well, you’ve certainly created quite the plan. But I do have a complaint-

Zackery: Eh?! What’s there to complain about??? Not only are we giving grown ups the chance to think about adoption, but we’re even using one of our biggest tents so the rain can’t affect the area whatsoever!!! And Mayor Kappel can’t do anything about it since it’s a neighborhood event! It’s a perfect plan!

Roostia: That’s not what I’m complaining about, I find your concept to be simply, well, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, in fact. What I’m annoyed about is that you decided to present this to me while covered in mud!

Zackery: Oh! Haha… we’ll get cleaned up!

After the group washes their clothes and themselves, you all begin writing down the potluck’s necessities. Zackery’s siblings offer assistance, with Gale suggesting only the best games that both adults and kids can enjoy alike. In the doorway, the older residents look on.

Roostia: Not going to join your classmates?

Pat: No way, they’re way too messy to join with their ideas running around like this.

Roostia: So you think the idea is a bad one?

Pat: Not at all, it’s in the realms of reality and does have the potential to bring in an older market, just as Zackery says. I just don’t like looking at plans until they’re correctly cleaned up.

Roostia: I see, I see. Any ideas of your own, then?

Pat: …Hm, not for the potluck itself, but I do have an idea of the best person to invite.

Roostia: Then you best get on with it, just make sure you don’t summon a police officer while you do.

Gale: Why don’t we have an activity for kite-flying?

Zackery: In this kind of weather? Maybe if we cleared up all the crummy air out of the pipes and in the sky, haha!

Winston: Well I think it’s a pretty swell idea. Plus, who knows! Maybe the skies will get cleared up one day.

Once done with their work, and Pat’s reorganizing of the event, everyone gets to work fairly quickly. Toytoriya’s method of mail does not disappoint, and the pieces for the event come right as the sun falls below the horizon.

Gale: Can we make the posters?? I think my great creative skills are a great tool!

Winston: Go for it! We got spare markers if you need ‘em!

Gale: Hahaha! I won’t be disappointed! I’ll draw something cool like the dragon Mom put on the fridge!

Winston: That’s a dragon? I thought it was a horse…

Zackery: A horse?! You told me it was a dog!

Gale: S-shut up!!! It’s a dragon named Dog!

As the children work on multiple designs for the soon-to-be distributed posters, the first years begin working on the main attractions. You help Winston sew the tent, and Grim and Zackery begin work on the mini coaster. Zackery’s drones, as always, help with much of the bulk work.

Before you knew it, the event was all finished, and posters ready to be hung. As the sun sets on the 2nd to last day of your vacation, you can’t shake off the feeling that something bigger than the fair is approaching…

TBC

#twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #spoonful of happiness

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